Chapter 71 Chapter 19 Gelang Buddhist Temple, Master Shanzang

As soon as I saw the fat figure of this black shadow, I wanted to scold my mother. Mr. Tiger Cat, a flat-haired bastard, came to bully my fat bug again. Is he really addicted?In a few minutes, the fat worm got bigger after eating, and it was not convenient to fly at the moment. It fell and fell, and it was about to be caught by the fat bird. behind. The tiger cat saw us clearly, retracted its paws resentfully, and said: "Quack, long time no see, you two? Sir, I was walking through the forest just now, and I saw a golden light flashing. Xiaopangpang is as delicious as it is, so I chased after it, but I didn’t expect it to be it, I knew it would not fly. Xiaopangpang and I have already developed a deep relationship, and we are reluctant to eat it.”

After speaking, it folded its wings and landed on the shoulder of Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao. When it found Wu Gang looking at it in surprise, it immediately cursed and said, "Look at Mao, what's so good-looking? I've never seen such a handsome and unrestrained bird." Son? Undo the waistband of your trousers and take a look for yourself, isn’t it enjoyable?” Wu Gang was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a long time. Fat Worm looked behind the arrogant flat-haired beast cautiously, panting.I pointed at this fat bird and said, don't be complacent, be careful, I will let the fat worm burst the chrysanthemums for you again, believe it or not.The tiger-skinned cat suddenly froze, and said that it is difficult to guard against house thieves by day and night, so I won't tease you, fuck.Let's move on, and then ask Lord Tiger Cat where he has been these past few days, and how did he get here?Mr. Tiger Cat was a little depressed, saying that he was very curious about Thai transvestites, so after getting off the plane, he ran to Mae Sai, Thailand, opposite Tachileik, to see it. After shopping for a long time, he still couldn’t find one that was pleasing to the eye. Yes, so I came back, but I didn't find us, and I finally made a fortune to come here to guard.

After saying this, Mr. Tiger Cat sniffed here and there, and then asked me, why is the evil spirit so strong for the little poison? Miscellaneous hair Xiaodao laughed, saying that this guy just killed someone yesterday, so he has evil spirits.Then he told Mr. Tiger Cat about what happened to us yesterday, and Mr. Tiger Cat repeatedly praised him, saying that it was rare for this listless guy, Little Poison, to have such a ferocious day.Damn, if I'm here, my lord, I'm sure to blow a bubble on that guy's head, and smoke him to death first. But about that little girl... It would be best if we could find that harmful place and destroy it.

As we were talking, the back of the guide Wu Gang in front was trembling. Zhamao Xiaodao stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder. Wu Gang was startled and turned around to ask what was wrong?He glanced at me involuntarily, and he must also be wondering why such a gentle man is so vicious in killing people.I laughed and said, Wu Gang, don’t be scared. The reason why he was like that yesterday was because he was angry—for example, Erkang saw his maid Jin Suo being bullied, what kind of reaction did he have? As expected of Wu Gang's favorite TV series, he immediately said that he would definitely chop that person into pieces!Did I say Erkang is a bad guy?He shook his head and said that except for his big nostrils, he is still a good person... But he doesn't like the third part, Erkang should stay in Burma, and get along with the eighth princess!

After a few words, Wu Gang no longer had the fear of us as before, and talked about his views on the TV series that was popular in Asia, talking endlessly, wanting to discuss the plot with us from time to time.Zamao Xiaodao looked dumbfounded, and I regretted making such a metaphor. I never thought that in a place as far away as Myanmar, that TV series would have such persistent and fanatical fans. It really deserves to be a myth in the history of Chinese TV dramas. The tiger cat couldn't stand it anymore, so he fluttered his wings and flew to the front with a sound of silly boi, while Fat Worm followed behind, looking for food.

Wangshan ran a dead horse. This is really good. The truck driver pointed and said that it was there, and added that it was very fast. As a result, we started to enter the mountain at noon and walked for more than two hours. The mountain is still walking through the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. When we asked Wu Gang, he told us that it is estimated that we will not be able to reach Cuomuk until the evening at the earliest.The Kayan people like to live in the deep mountains, isolated from the outside world, and they still have a matrilineal clan system until now. I stopped talking and walked silently, not at a slow pace.

To be honest, in my hometown, at the eastern end of the Shiwanda Mountain, it is not that I have never traveled such a mountain road, but it is not as humid as here, which makes people bored.There are often streams flowing in the rainforest, and some unknown small animals, or snakes, lizards, sneaky spiders and multi-legged reptiles often emerge from the low jungle.The plants here are also lush and lush, covering the narrow road.Walking silently in such a tropical rainforest, the atmosphere is undoubtedly depressing. Perhaps the professional Gu masters of the past would be excited, but I am not.

Looking at this desperate and seemingly endless jungle road, my only thought is to reach Cuomuk Village as soon as possible. The jungle, the brambles, the streams, the rolling hills, the slanting rainforest plants, the rotting layers of litter on the forest floor...these are our enemies.However, the golden silkworm Gu and the tiger cat were overjoyed, and ran for many hours energetically, picking out a centipede and long worm to play with from time to time.Until the sun slanted westward, a slightly wider road suddenly appeared in front of us.Wu Gang told us very excitedly that he was approaching the village soon - after going around the bend of the mountain, we should be able to see thatched houses standing on the side of the road.

And there, there is a man with a heavy treasure. His name is Yao Yuan, and he is a skinny old man with a goatee. We walked along the road, on both sides of the road was a strange dark brown plant, and there were patches of paddy fields further inside.Two people came from the end of the road. They were two monks wearing dark red cassocks. One was very old, with drooping eyes, extremely long white eyebrows, and layers of wrinkles on his face. It seems to have come out of a tomb; there is also a young monk, seventeen or eighteen years old, with bright eyes, like black gemstones, and very agile, looking around, looking at the scenery of the jungle.

When Wu Gang saw these two monks, he hurried forward to salute and say hello. The three chatted, and the old monk squinted his eyes at us, said a few words to Wu Gang, then passed us and walked towards the way we came.They don't speak Burmese, it seems to be Thai.It is now evening, and we are very surprised. They left the mountain at this time, and it may be completely dark before half of the journey. Why don't they wait until tomorrow morning to start?I stared blankly at the lonely backs of the two black and thin monks drifting away. The setting sun elongated their figures, and finally the shadows of their heads fell under my feet.

I took two steps forward, grabbed Wu Gang and asked why these two people were there, and what did they say just now? Wu Gang was very surprised, and said: "These two Zen masters are ascetic monks from Thailand. They traveled here, because they have teachings, so they are not allowed to stay here, so they have to walk back overnight and find a temple to stay. They didn't say anything, but just asked you. Regarding the matter between the two, I said that they were guests from Hong Kong who came to visit the Kayan people. They nodded and left." Yeah? I had a strange feeling that these two monks, especially the old monk, seemed like a volcano erupting at any time. It seemed calm, but it made me feel terrible. I looked at Zamao Xiaodao, and he also looked at the two leaving thoughtfully, his mahogany sword trembling slightly. We continued to move forward, and before we turned the corner, we heard the voice of a cow: moo... This long sound was like the beginning of a musical, and everything came alive.In front of us appeared a flat dam at the confluence of rivers. There were rows of huts on the large flat land. These huts were large and small, but they were all wooden buildings with golden thatch on the top.It is rainy in Southeast Asia, and the wet huts are thick, and they look wet from a distance, showing a rotten look. Between the shacks, there were figures of people. Not far from us, three women with clay pots on their heads appeared from another fork in the road and walked towards the village.There should be water in the clay pot, but what makes people feel novel is that these women have round after round of copper rings around their necks, which make their necks thin and long, which is very strange.When we came here, Wu Gang introduced to us that women of the Kayang nationality have to put copper rings on their necks from the age of five, and then wait for the neck to become deformed, and use it as beauty-this is similar to ancient Chinese foot binding. Generally speaking, the difference is that the Kayan tribe is a matrilineal clan society. Wu Gang went up to negotiate with them, and Zamao Xiaodao and I followed. They looked at me, and Wu Gang also winked at me. I reacted immediately and took out the gift that Xiao Liao had prepared for us (a large bag of hardcover Salt and condiments, shampoo and soap), handed out to the women.They were very pleasantly surprised. The tallest woman immediately put down the pot above her head, looked through the dozens of packets of salt, folded her hands together, and said a lot to me. Wu Gang said that they were very happy and invited you to be our guests. One cannot live without salt for a day. As a necessity of life, the status of salt cannot be replaced.However, due to the problem of mountain roads, this group of villagers living in the deep mountains does not have the opportunity to go down the mountain often. They always live a self-sufficient life in the mountains, and they can guarantee everything except salt.Therefore, bringing salt as a gift is the most popular. Besides that, other things are also very popular. We followed these three women into the village, and the tallest woman took us to a family at the head of the village.We went into the hut, it was so dark, to say the least, we couldn't even see our fingers.We asked Wu Gang to ask about Yao Yuan's news.After the woman heard this, she was silent for a while, and said that the old man with the white beard was a guest of Master Shanzang in the Gelang Temple deep in the village.