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Chapter 414 Holy Mountain and Taboo
"Of course, these are the descendants of the grassland people." Lin Ran smiled.
“Thanks to Brother Lin for reminding us, we started eating rhodiola three days before entering Tibet.
Few people usually buy this kind of drug, which is mainly used to increase the body's tolerance to hypoxia.
Huang Hao came once, and his feeling was particularly obvious. He said, "Indeed, the last time I came to travel, I almost went to the hospital directly. Now I feel nothing abnormal."
Wang Jinpeng said: "I feel a little breathless, as if someone has covered my head with a bag."
"You'll get used to it in a few days." Lin Ran said, "We need two days to adjust. Let's use these two days to investigate the situation on the snow-capped mountains."
There must be patrollers near the Holy Tower, and their current bodies are not suitable for strenuous exercise.
As they relaxed, everyone finally felt tired.
After eating, Lin Ran and his party hid in the tent and fell asleep.
Although it was a village, the villagers did not have extra accommodation, so a tent was set up to receive them.
Of course, the charges are still in accordance with the hotel's standards.
There was only an extinguished fire inside the tent and some firewood piled at the door, which was considered a reception etiquette.
"If you sleep like this, won't you catch a cold?" Lin Ran frowned as he looked at the simple environment.
"If you are afraid of the cold, let's squeeze in." Wang Jinpeng said carelessly.
It's not that Lin Ran is spoiled, but this is a plateau area, and the current temperature is around zero. If they can't maintain their body temperature, they may not be able to sleep at all.
"How about we raise the bonfire?" Liu Jingfeng, as the person in charge, put forward his suggestion.
"Okay, but did the tour guide tell me the rule about not putting your feet near the fire?"
"No one saw it anyway."
"That's not possible." Lin Ran objected. "It's a plateau with low oxygen content. If we start a fire without opening the tent door, there's a risk of carbon monoxide poisoning."
It was obvious that Liu Jingfeng and his party had never been to Tibet and did not understand some of the local taboos.
Not to mention lighting a fire to keep warm, even sleeping with the car windows closed will be life-threatening.
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is a place worthy of awe!
"I don't care." Wang Jinpeng zipped up his clothes, found a spot in the center of the tent, and prepared to lie down and sleep.
At this moment, the village chief ran over, holding some blankets in his hand, and said calmly: "Everyone, it's cold, please cover yourself with these blankets."
"Thank you, village chief." Liu Jingfeng smiled and walked over, ready to take the blanket.
However, when I tried to take it from the village chief's hand, I found that it didn't move at all.
There was a strange smile on the village chief's face. As a businessman, Liu Jingfeng could see the meaning at a glance.
He forced a smile and took out some banknotes, which totaled about 20 yuan, and handed them to the village chief.
The village chief put down the blankets and said with a smile: "These are unused blankets that I borrowed from the villagers. It is not easy to clean them. Please keep them clean."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Huang Hao cursed and said, "Damn, Brother Lin, didn't you say they have faith? Why are they so greedy for money?"
"Not all local people believe in Buddhism. Different tribes believe in different gods. People in this village seem to believe in mountain gods more often." Lin Ran explained.
"It doesn't matter. It's important to spend a little money to build a good relationship with the village chief." Liu Jingfeng didn't care about the 20 yuan at all.
If the village chief is really greedy for money, things will be easier to handle later.
The most fearful believer!
The problem of sleeping was finally solved. Everyone took the blanket from Liu Jingfeng and opened the tent door.
Since we were in the village, we were not worried about wild beasts. We put away our belongings and started to fall asleep.
When I woke up on the first day at the plateau, I felt my brain was groggy.
Even Wang Jinpeng was a little embarrassed.
Wang Jinpeng touched his forehead and asked doubtfully: "I don't have a fever, why do I feel so weak?"
"Me too." Xu Ning, who had been silent, also said, even wanting to cough.
"Could it really be a curse from the mountain god?" Master Zhenbao had the most obvious reaction. After all, he was old and couldn't even get out of bed now.
They usually go to ancient tombs and have encountered tombs with extremely poor air quality, but this was the first time they encountered such a situation, and they were inevitably a little panicked.
Among all the people, only Huang Hao seemed to be fine.
"It's unreasonable. If blasphemy is punished, you, Mouse, are the first to be punished." A Ming was so indignant that he couldn't even stand up and could only slump on the ground.
Later, they discovered that Lin Ran was not particularly abnormal!
Lin Ran explained: "Didn't I tell you that it was altitude sickness? I still have to scare myself."
He was dumbfounded by these local masters. He still did not believe in science, but believed in their tricks.
"Huang Hao has been to Tibet not long ago, so his body has adapted quickly. But when you first arrive, you will of course have altitude sickness. Depending on your physique, it may be stronger or weaker."
"Brother Lin, why don't you feel uncomfortable?" Liu Jingfeng felt curious when he saw Lin Ran acting like he was fine.
If it's related to physical fitness, how could his body be better than Wang Jinpeng's?
Lin Ran also felt strange. Could it be that because he spent some time in Tibet in his previous life, he had similar memories in his body and could quickly adapt to the local climate.
But he still explained: "This is not determined by the quality of the body. Some people are easy to adapt to a low-oxygen life."
Since the native masters were unable to move, the detection work could only be carried out by him and Huang Hao.
At the foot of the mountain, I met villagers who came to graze their cattle.
Most of the herdsmen looked at them with wary eyes, but there was one young man who looked particularly lively.
He jumped up to Lin Ran and said, "Are you outsiders?"
"Yes." Lin Ran responded with a smile. This young man actually understood Chinese, which would make communication easier.
At this time, Huang Hao saw the child's strange hair style and wanted to stroke the child's head to express friendship.
However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was slapped away by Lin Ran.
"What are you doing?" Huang Hao asked in confusion. This was the first time he had seen Lin Ran so rude.
"Don't touch other people's heads!" Lin Ran warned him.
The young man in front of me is obviously from the Yi ethnic group.
Their hairstyle is called "Tian Bodhisattva" hairstyle, which is a product of primitive religious worship.
In his culture, this is where the male soul lives, and they are particularly taboo about others touching their heavenly bodhisattvas!
After Lin Ran finished explaining, Huang Hao suddenly felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
Because behind the boy, two herdsmen were looking at him threateningly!
If he really violated the taboo, Wang Jinpeng would be too late to save him.
The boy smiled at Lin Ran and said, "Why do you outsiders always want to go to the Holy Mountain?"