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The old lady stood on the two steps above me and raised her hand, just enough to touch the back of my head.
She gently picked up my hair with her fingertips, and then touched it carefully.
The two pimples on the back of my head are only known to my grandma in the whole family.
Grandma said that this was a secret that no one could know, not even Grandpa could tell him.
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So when I was young, whenever my grandma disobeyed me, I would threaten her and tell my grandpa about the scar on the back of my head.
Every time at this time, grandma would always compromise.
Until many years later, after my grandfather returned from Mustang, he locked himself in his study for three days and three nights.
Later, after he left the study, he brought out such a painting.
What he drew was the back of a person, and there were actually two eyes on the back of that person's bare head.
"You are a descendant of Abdani." The old lady's hands stopped on the two bumps on the back of my head and she whispered with trembling lips.
I didn't speak, pretending to be calm.
However, I don’t even know what Abdani is.
"Romansang is among the snow-capped mountains of the Himalayas with an altitude of more than 8,000 meters. Under the protection of Annapurna and Dhaulagiri, the Gurung Kingdom has passed quietly for many years. This is the hometown of Abdani.
Although I was born and raised in Shennongjia, I have always believed that Mustang is our hometown, not just me, but all the Kuafu people think so," the old lady said.
Turn around and walk up slowly.
I also walked up behind her.
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The old lady stopped in front of the wooden door on the fourth floor.
I felt like she hesitated for a while before pushing open the door that was still illuminated by orange light.
Originally, I thought that since the old lady had been preventing us from entering this floor, there must be something even more shocking behind this door.
Who would have thought that the big tree trunk in front of the door actually only enshrines a Buddha head.
The look of disappointment on my face should be obvious.
After the old lady glanced at me, she ignored me and knelt down, then clasped her hands together and muttered something unknown.
Slowly, I seemed to feel that the language the old lady was mumbling was the same language I had always heard in the big stone fish in the Shennongjia Mountains.
In other words, they should have the same pronunciation.
At this time, I suddenly had a feeling, could their pronunciation actually be the pronunciation of the text-picture combination that we have been unable to decipher?
Arriving here first, I immediately searched the room to see if there was any pen and paper.
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Because I want to write those words out and see if the old lady recognizes them.
Unfortunately, I searched around the house but couldn't find any paper or pen.
"Grandma," I knelt beside the old lady and called softly.
But the old lady ignored me and kept mumbling to herself.
I had no choice but to kneel next to her and wait slowly.
Half an hour later, I felt that my knees were about to give out, but the old lady still kept her back straight and motionless.
It's incredible that an old man who looks to be in his early seventies can actually have such physical strength.
After I managed to hold on for more than ten minutes, I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer.
At this time, the old lady finally moved.
She turned her palms upward, then leaned down and kowtowed three times on the ground.
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Then, he stood up.
"You are quite patient and can wait for me to finish my evening classes." The old lady said, and the look on her face had returned to the kind expression before.
"Grandma, do you have a pen and paper here? I need it now," I said a little hastily.
The old lady looked at me, a little confused, but she still walked to the edge of the big tree trunk, and then gently tore off a small piece of bark from it.
Then, she gently broke off a small piece of bark and handed it to me.
Is this just paper and pen?
I took it with a wry smile.
What I didn't expect was that by scratching a piece of bark on another piece of bark, I could actually draw white lines.
I hurriedly wrote out those strange words that I had been learning to write before.
"Grandma, can you help me see if this is the writing of your tribe? Or is it the writing of Abdani?" I was so excited that my hands were trembling all the time.
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This word is also the word that my father kept writing repeatedly in the ancient temple of Wawushan in the cave full of skulls.
"This is not the writing of our tribe. The Kuafu tribe does not have its own writing, only its own language. This is not the writing of Abdani, but it is a bit like the writing of 'Miqi'." The old lady held the tree in her hand.
The parchment looked at it carefully for a while, and then said.
"'Miqi', grandma, what is 'Miqi'?" I heard this a little confused.
"The ancient Mustang area was a country called the Luo Kingdom. Among the Guluo people, there were two types of people who could directly deal with ghosts. One was called 'Miqi', who was a divination master; the other was called 'New Bu'.
', that's the wizard." The old lady stared at the Buddha on the altar table and spoke very slowly.
"Gua Master?"
I know this should be a type of wizard, but in our country's wizard culture, aren't wizards responsible for presiding over sacrifices?
If they had developed to the point where they had their own writing, wouldn't it be too terrifying?
"Yes, the Guluo people are very pious, and prayer and sacrificial activities are an integral part of their lives. Wizards are the only people who can communicate with ghosts, but wizards do not enjoy extraordinary authority. When there are no religious activities, they still
Live an ordinary life." The old lady said, "I have never been to Mustang. All these are passed down by word of mouth from our elders."
"Grandma, do you have any information you can tell me about Mustang? I think you should also know. I want to go to Mustang to find the birthplace of your people and explore more about the stars.
Pan, information about the Sirians." I said.
After hearing what I said, the old lady suddenly raised her face full of grooves, and then looked at me seriously.
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"You are a descendant of Abdani, you do have such ability." The old lady said.
"Grandma, if I can dig out all the information, I will work hard to find a way for all people on earth to no longer be corroded by the moonlight. By then, you and your people can be worry-free.
The earth is living above the surface." I said this from the bottom of my heart.
Ever since I saw the connection between the Night Pearl and the Sirius at the Fish Lotus Lantern, and knew that we might have been exploited by the Sirius people along the way, I secretly made up my mind to take advantage of the scheme and protect it.
This blue planet, and all living things on it.
After listening to my words, the old lady lowered her head and thought for a long time.
I know she is making a choice.
She must know some secrets about Mustang, but she doesn't know if she can tell me.
"Put your head down and let me touch it again." The old lady suddenly said.
After I heard it, I immediately put my head over.
The old lady's extremely soft hands touched the two bumps on the back of my head until they felt itchy. After a while, she released her hands.
"Mustang hides the ancient secret of Tibet, and this secret is hidden along the Kaligandaki River. But I don't know what it is specifically, because my mother didn't tell me." The old lady looked at me,
Said seriously.
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"Grandma, thank you very much." I held the old lady's hands excitedly.
"Child, let me give you something." The old lady said, holding my hand, and then walked to the Buddha's head.
I have some doubts in my heart. The old lady's attitude changed too quickly. It seems that the two knots on the back of my head have played a big role.
This is probably a sign of identity, but I really don't know what kind of person this Abdani is at the moment.
At the moment when I was thinking, the old lady was already lifting the Buddha's head up, and then took out a small yellow and black bead from underneath, about the size of my thumb.
"This is a seven-thread dzi bead. If you take it with you and go to Mustang, it will protect you."
After the old lady finished speaking, she took out a piece of red thread from her pocket, then threaded the beads on and put them on my neck.