Chapter 657

But Li Yundong knows that compared with a month ago, he is completely two people. It is the so-called Bao Jianfeng that comes from honing, and the fragrance of plum flowers comes from bitter cold!

When Li Yundong came to the bailonggou area of Baiyu County in Western Sichuan, he finally stopped running. He looked around and found that although he was still in Sichuan, the folk customs here were very close to the Tibetans, and many people dressed very close to the Tibetans. When the locals looked at him, they were curious and vigilant.

Li Yundong ignored these people's eyes and opinions. He just looked at the map and walked in the direction of Duonian mountain.

Along the way, Li Yundong found some devout lamas walking towards the hillside, wearing dark red and bright yellow clothes and gloves, crawling all the way, looking devout and solemn to the extreme.

Fortunately, there are tourists among these people. It seems that Li Yundong is not very eye-catching, but his dirty and broken dress always attracts the attention of other tourists from time to time, and his eyes are full of disgust and contempt.

Li Yundong glanced at them and suddenly understood the meaning of Tang Bohu's poem: the world laughed that I was too crazy, and I laughed that the world couldn't see through.

These people regarded Li Yundong as a beggar begging along the road, and looked at him one after another, for fear that he would come and ask them for money, but who knew that Li Yundong was a hidden practitioner who was practicing hard?

Li Yundong sneered at himself. He continued to crawl along the hillside in silence. When he was about to climb halfway up the hillside, a burst of noise attracted Li Yundong's attention.

As soon as Li Yundong looked along the noise, he saw a group of people gathering on the road halfway up the mountain, including pilgrims in Lama clothes and tourists in all kinds of clothes.

These people gathered around a girl who looked about 17 or 18 years old. The girl was dressed as a Tibetan, dressed in white Tibetan clothes, squatting on the ground with thin braids on her head. Her face was beautiful, her face was red, showing a color of health and youth, but she looked very sad and sad, Holding a motionless old man, he cried loudly.

The old man is wearing a Lama's suit with a red robe on a yellow background. His face is deeply wrinkled and crisscrossed. He looks 70 or 80 years old. Like other pilgrims, he also wears gloves on his hands. He has a thick black cocoon on his forehead and obvious abrasion on his chest and knees. Obviously, he is also a devout pilgrim, It's just that I may fall here because of my lack of support during the journey.

The girl held the old man's body and wailed. Some Buddhists around were sighing softly, while others were turning the scripture barrel and reciting the Scriptures softly.

All these people talked in Tibetan. Li Yundong couldn't understand a word. He was about to turn around and leave, but he saw several people crowded in from outside the crowd, including two foreigners with deep eyes and high noses and a Chinese with black hair.