Chapter 47 The first chapter is related to Shengtai, the Minister in Tibet

For a long time in the hospital, my mind was full of the scene of myself struggling in the water. The rugged underground river was pitch black and had no end.I, Zhuoma Yangjin and Lao Li, the three of us held hands desperately together, the rushing river rolled us into sharp-edged rocks, pouring sand into our mouths, noses, ears... It's a nightmare, and you'll be fine when you wake up. Haven't you already survived such a difficult and dangerous environment?I can only comfort myself like this.It really can only be regarded as a nightmare, and I don't have the courage to recall what happened in those days.

Almost every night, my dreams are full of deserters chasing and killing me with the faceless of the Qing Dynasty on their backs.In less than half a month, I was skinny.Lao Li lived with me in the General Hospital of the Military Region.He is a little better than me, and occasionally he still has the energy to visit me, and always persuades me to eat more, saying that it is a tragedy for a man to be as thin as I am. I have no appetite, and as soon as I pick up the bowl, I think of Faceless Wang Weicheng, dried corpses, zombies, and those densely packed corpses of Qing soldiers, and the last faceless official of the Qing Dynasty.No one can eat while thinking about these disgusting and horrible things.At least I can't.

And Lao Li and I had a very tacit understanding and never mentioned these things in front of each other. We didn't even dare to inquire about the whereabouts of Section Chief Wang and Officer Liu. We pretended not to know and didn't remember such two people.As for how to get out of the undercurrent of that tomb, it is a nightmare we dare not look back on, and the two never said a word.I didn't see Zhuoma Yangjin either. I remember that I passed out when I was floating in the underground river and was about to see the sun. At that time, Zhuoma Yangjin bit his lip and grabbed my hand desperately. It's despair...

At noon this day, it was about my twentieth day in the hospital. The sun shone warmly through the window on the gray and white sheets of the hospital bed. I was bored and played Tetris with my mobile phone.With some strength, I could have chatted with Lao Li.But I'm always too lazy to go, or maybe I subconsciously refuse to get in touch with the people who have contacts with all the things that happened in Jamba Ke Mountain. My heart is a little empty, as if I have lost something, but also very full, and I don’t want to touch and put anything in my heart again.The results of playing Tetris with such a mentality are simply horrible.After playing for a while, I was a little impatient, so I threw my phone aside and prepared to take a nap.

However, a sweet and petite nurse approached me with a smile.I couldn't help being refreshed, and I smiled and prepared to strike up a conversation with her. "Luo Lian, right?" The little nurse smiled like a flower, and quickly came over to help me adjust the bed to a half-back, and then said very kindly, "Someone came to see you. You are in good condition now, and you can have a long talk...but be careful not to Too much, and you're still a patient." It was only then that I noticed that there was a man behind the little nurse, a man: about forty, with a calm and vicissitudes of life, wearing black-rimmed glasses, 1.75 meters tall, and wearing a black woolen coat.I took a rough look at him, leaned my head back, and said lazily, "I'm sorry, I don't know you." It's a waste of energy to talk to irrelevant men. I might as well moleste the little nurse when I have that time.

But the little nurse quickly left me to take care of the patients in other beds.After seeing the little nurse leave, the man didn't care about my arrogance. He smiled at me very politely, handed over a business card with both hands, and said, "My lord, Xu Zhiwu. Please give me your advice." I took a look at the business card, and the title on it was not small. It said it was an expert in the study of the Guge Dynasty, an expert in the study of Tibetan-Chinese folklore and religion, and so on.expert?Why do experts come to me, an unknown little guy with no academic insights?But since he's so polite, I can't be too dismissive.

"So it's Xu Zhiwu's expert, please sit down." I was also full of polite words. "It's just a waste of fame. Luo Lian, you can just call me by my name. I came to find you because of the name." Xu Zhiwu sat down beside my bed unceremoniously. "Famous?" I was a little strange, what fame do I have? "It's like this. I have a friend who happens to be working in your military region. He told me about you..." Xu Zhiwu cleared his throat and said, "You don't need to tell me, you know..." "Stop, stop..." When I heard something wrong, I unceremoniously interrupted Xu Zhiwu's words, "What's my business? What can I do? I don't know anything, so don't ask me." There have been many Senior cadres have come to me several times to ask me about the things in Jambak Mountain. Repeating the story to them again and again is equivalent to replaying my horrible experiences again and again. I am about to go crazy. I don't want to do it, I just want to have a universal eraser to completely erase this experience, otherwise I will really go crazy.

Xu Zhiwu obviously noticed that I was not in a good state, and quickly said: "No, this is none of your business... I took the liberty to bother you. Well, if you don't mind, let me introduce myself. If you listen If you are interested, how about we continue talking about the topic just now?" I snorted noncommittally. Xu Zhiwu looked at me sincerely and said: "Please listen to me carefully, okay?" I said nothing, and he began to tell his own story: "My grandfather is the same as me, no, it should be me and my grandfather, both are people who specialize in the study of Tibetan religion. My grandfather is obsessed with all Tibetan culture. When he was young, in order to obtain first-hand information, he went deep into Tibetan areas to experience life— —That was probably at the end of the Qing Dynasty, in 1893."

"In 1893, my grandfather went to Tibet. He brought the documents he had opened in the Governor's Mansion in Sichuan last year to visit Shengtai, the Minister of Tibet. Unexpectedly, before the documents were sent out, he was told that Shengtai had already been there before him. On the way to Tibet, he died of illness in Tibet. He originally wanted to rely on Shengtai’s special status to collect some things that ordinary people cannot touch. As a result, Shengtai died first.” "After Shengtai died, many of his plans had to be abandoned. In desperation, he had no choice but to look around for people around Shengtai. Originally, his original intention was to rely on the introduction of these people to get in touch with Tibetan high society. Who knows He searched all over the city of Lhasa, but he couldn’t find any of Shengtai’s soldiers. At that time, it was said that there were at least a hundred of Shengtai’s soldiers! And no one saw them leave Tibet!”

When I heard the words "at least one hundred soldiers", my heart suddenly jumped violently. "Are those soldiers, like Shengtai, Manchus?" I asked. "Yes. Of course." After Xu Zhiwu finished his answer, he immediately asked with bright eyes, "Have you seen these personal soldiers?" I really didn't want to go into that muddy water, so I shook my head and said, "I'm just curious about the Manchu people's military system." Xu Zhiwu's expression darkened immediately, "I thought you had seen..." Seeing that what he said was indeed consistent with what I had seen, I was eager to know the truth, so I said, "You continue what you just said."

Xu Zhiwu then continued: "My grandfather searched the entire city of Lhasa but did not find any definite news about Shengtai's personal guards after his death. Some people said that the Qing soldiers carried Shengtai's coffin back to the northeast, and some people It is said that Shengtai was buried on the spot, and all his own soldiers were killed by the Lord. In short, there are all kinds of theories. My grandfather became suspicious at that time. You think, a Manchu first-rank official with a bright red hat on his head, the court gave him nothing but Apart from the posthumous title of 'Gongqin', there is no gesture of mourning. Doesn't this show that there is something tricky in it?" When I heard the words "Bright Red Top", my heart skipped a beat again, but I didn't dare to express my conjecture, I didn't dare to say... I had to pretend to be calm and listen to Xu Zhiwu continue to talk: "My grandfather was too thoughtful. He used an excuse to say that he was an old friend of Shengtai. Seeing him wandering outside and dying in Tibet, Ye Luogui felt sorry for him. He went to burn incense in front of his grave to comfort his spirit in heaven. After asking around like this, he finally finally found out. Someone told me that my grandfather Shengtai had been buried in the sky a long time ago, but a military officer under him died for the Lord, and the imperial court specially issued an order to bury him on the spot. However, the tomb of this military officer is also a censorship of Shengtai during his lifetime. It was chosen by the aides, and it is said that the location is very good in geomantic omen, so they were afraid of being destroyed by others, so they adopted the method of stealing the burial, so I don’t know the exact location.” When he said this, my heart skipped a beat. Wasn't he talking about the tomb I saw?The tombstone is "Tomb of General Changshuo", Zhuoma Yangjin said that it was a military officer under Shengtai.Faceless who came out of the coffin, isn't he wearing the official uniform of a first-rank official with a bright red top, Crane Buzi? I began to hesitate a little, wondering if I should tell Xu Zhiwu about this.However, didn't Zhuoma Yangjin say that he would rather die than let this matter spread?Even if so many senior cadres came to ask about what happened in those few days, I shirked and said that I was dizzy and couldn't remember such detailed things, so I didn't reveal anything.Forget it, let's wait and see. Of course Xu Zhiwu didn't know that I had changed my mind so much in an instant. He adjusted his glasses and continued: "My grandfather is very familiar with the folk customs of various places. When he heard that it was a secret burial, he immediately felt that something was wrong. This form of stealing It is rarely seen in the north or among the Manchus. Especially the dignified court officials who issued orders to reward rich burials, how could they hide it secretly!" "My grandfather was suspicious, so he used various research opportunities to investigate this matter openly and secretly..." Just at this critical moment, Xu Zhiwu's cell phone rang very inappropriately. The ringtone startled me. Xu Zhiwu smiled at me apologetically, got up and went to the side to answer the phone.As soon as he picked it up, he didn't care that he was in a ward that needed to be quiet, and yelled: "What! What did you say! Are you sure you found the golden eyes and silver beads?"