After walking up for about half an hour, Ye Cheng, who was in Chen Pi's Asi team, didn't know what he saw. Suddenly he started to cry like a ghost, howling like a wolf, and screamed, which scared Monk Hua in front of him so much that he almost fell off the ridge.
"Ouch - then, there are a lot of -" Ye Cheng pointed to a cliff below the slope of the ridge, his face turned pale, and he was so frightened that he could not speak clearly.
Chen Pi Asi glanced over coldly with dissatisfaction, and Ye Cheng immediately shut up and lowered his head, not daring to say another word.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed just now, and saw many black shadows on the cliff opposite, which was slightly higher than the cliff here. They took out their binoculars and took a look, and found that each of them was actually a person huddled up in a ball. , or corpse.
Through the opaque ice, you can see that there are more densely packed black spots under the black shadows. At a glance, you will have trypophobia. There are even some traces of sacrifices under the ice valley.
Shunzi said in a common way: "In ancient times, mountain people were used to ice burials. In the early days of liberation, some people were buried on this ice cliff, so now some old people come here to worship. The ice here is getting thicker year by year, and the innermost ones are The little black dots that are almost invisible are probably thousands of years old.”
The fat man laughed unceremoniously, "You're quite a man. He's even afraid of a frozen rice dumpling, but he won't come out and bite you."
Ye Cheng dared not speak out when he was angry.
Wu Xiaoxie suddenly asked, "Among these ice-buried corpses, will there be slaves from the Eastern Xia Dynasty when the Yunding Heavenly Palace was built?"
"I'm sure there won't be one."
The little brother who had been silent all the way suddenly answered. He looked at Binggu with a sad expression and didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhang Shuxun walked over and patted him on the shoulder. The younger brother turned his head and glanced at Zhang Shuxun. There was a faint glimmer in his black and white eyes, and there seemed to be a faint layer of sadness in his eyes.
The team moved on.
The road on the mountainside is more difficult than before. Some short steep slopes require a ladder to be climbed up first, and then the people below are dragged up.
Above our heads are the snow-covered mountains thousands of feet high, and there is thousands of years of snow under our feet. If we step on the ground, our whole body will be covered in the snow. We can only use long ice picks to make foot sockets for our feet. We step on them carefully, and our nerves are tense. , comparable to walking into a minefield.
The higher you go, the more obvious the altitude sickness becomes.
Fatty had had the experience of exploring snow mountains before. He made a snow nest with each foot. He walked the fastest and was very particular about his footing every time.
Wu Xiaoxie suffered a lot, and he stepped down in a daze, one step deep and one shallow, occasionally falling over. Zhang Zhuxun and his younger brother Pan Zi were surrounded by him, always paying attention to prevent him from burying himself. Can't get out.
After passing the snowy road on the mountainside, we arrived at an ice-covered zone with huge snow slopes that never get sunlight all year round. The slope here is steeper than before, and the snow is frozen hard. It’s what Chen Pi Asi said. The treasure cave is inside.
Chen Pi's Si was already exhausted when he arrived here. He was quite old and had no idea why he was suffering from such a life of ice and snow.
Lang Feng carried the old man on his back, while Monk Hua and Ye Cheng were helping him.
After another three hours of trekking, we finally reached the snow slope.
The fat man was the first to reach the snow slope. The sunlight on the top of the mountain shone on the white snow, and the reflected light made him feel dizzy.
He took a few more steps forward, and on a piece of hard snow, he pretended to make a big footprint with his feet. He opened his hands and looked up to the sky with a long sigh. Then he turned to the people who climbed up behind and spread out in the snow and sighed: "This It’s just a small step for me personally, but for Captain Mo Jin, it’s a fucking leap!”
After saying that, he lay down in the snow and remained motionless.
This time almost the whole army was wiped out. Except for the younger brother and Zhang Zhuxun who were still standing after taking a short rest, everyone else was paralyzed from exhaustion, quietly, as if they would die on the spot in the next second.
Under the setting sun, light blue light and mist enveloped the entire holy mountain. Threads of golden threads passed through the clouds and mist, shining like Buddha's light on the white-topped black rocks, covering the majestic peaks with a mysterious veil, making people unable to help but imagine. Are there gods living on the top of those misty peaks?
Zhang Zhu looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder people often say that the beautiful scenery of Penglai is not as good as Changbai."
This kind of surging feeling from the heart, standing above the clouds, made everyone present intoxicated.
Zhang Shuxun took out his camera and wanted to take a picture of this scenery. He changed his position several times. The opportunity was hard to come by, so he tried to take more pictures.
Suddenly, within the scope of the camera, the little brother was standing on a slightly raised snowfield, facing the Three Saints Snow Mountain in the distance, bowing his head very respectfully.
The setting sun reflected a faint golden edge on his cold and white side face. I wonder if it was an illusion, but the little brother's originally expressionless face revealed a faint, very sad look.
"Click", Zhang Zhuxun pressed the camera shutter, freezing this scene into a painting.
Everyone was a little surprised at the same time and didn't understand why he suddenly made such a big gift to the snow-capped mountains.
It seems that I have some special feelings for this snow-capped mountain.
Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty looked straight at Zhang Zhuxun, looking for the answer.
Zhang Zhuoxun shrugged, put away his camera, and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance with a melancholy expression.
He didn't know what kind of complex feelings the younger brother had towards this snowy mountain. Perhaps he had a God's perspective. He knew a little bit about the entanglement that occurred thousands of years ago. In his opinion, this snowy mountain and the secrets buried deep in it, For the younger brother, and for the entire family, it is like an invisible and intangible shackle, deeply holding back the fate of the Zhang family and many people.
Especially after the sacrifice in the Qinling Mountains, Zhang Zhuxun had a deep-seated disgust and even hatred for the bronze door buried deep in the snowy mountains and the things inside it.
But for the Zhang family in the original plot, this is their long-lasting faith and a place they must protect from generation to generation.
He lowered his head and laughed at himself. Sure enough, he was not a pure Zhang family member.
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