Chapter 3, the Tibetan Plateau in the northern region

Luo Sang had not yet concerned himself with this aspect; he had been focused on studying his own body using current medical theories. After much contemplation, Luo Sang came to understand a principle: for ordinary people, internal organs that have not undergone the cultivation of true energy are relatively easy to injure and thus easier to heal. However, for cultivators, especially those like himself who have reached a high level of cultivation, the internal organs are much stronger. Yet, precisely because they are robust, once they are injured, they are very difficult to heal. It is like a piece of soil that cracks; when moistened with water, it can be reformed, whereas a cracked piece of iron must be returned to the furnace. Understanding this point, Luo Sang became even more cautious.

However, Yulang is already very satisfied with his current life. He even asked Qiangba to bring back a few Tibetan medical books and magazines for him, intending to study diligently for a period of time within the poaching team in order to find a method to treat his internal injuries

Yulang brought them back to his tent, administered some herbs, and treated their wounds. By evening, it seemed they had forgotten everything from the day; sitting by the lake, they drank barley wine and feasted on the yellow sheep meat that Yulang had hunted, breaking into song. By dawn, Yulang had become their close brother with whom they shared everything. They warmly invited Yulang to join their pastoral village; Yulang packed his belongings and went with them. Three days later, they arrived at the pastoral village, and Yulang finally found a place to settle. He chose a Tibetan name for himself—Luo Sang. By dawn, Yulang had become their close brother with whom they shared everything. They warmly invited Yulang to join their pastoral village; Yulang packed his belongings and went with them. Three days later, they arrived at the pastoral village, and Yulang finally found a place to settle. He chose a Tibetan name for himself—Luo Sang

A year of wandering life, a year of herding; Luosang is no longer the freshly unearthed Cao Yulang he once was. He has collected many books, all exchanged with passing merchants and explorers. On one occasion, he rode for half a month with a companion to the county town, where they purchased several large bags of books.

The moment Luosang laid eyes on the female reporter, he was struck. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, her tall figure elegantly outlined by a beige trench coat, and her fair, delicate face was adorned with a pair of bright black eyes radiating a gentle smile. As she approached, a wave of fragrant warmth enveloped Luosang's senses, and for the first time, he found himself entranced; everything felt different.

Upon acquiring this wild and magnificent steed, Luosang did not, like others, geld it, but instead preserved its majestic wildness, unafraid of its untamed nature. Along with obtaining the horse named Wuyun Gai Xue, Luosang also acquired a group of robust wild horses, which are often sought after by many herders as symbols of wealth; however, Luosang chose to keep only Wuyun Gai Xue, driving the other horses into the tribe's herd. Their inclusion is crucial for maintaining the wild lineage of the herd. Upon acquiring Wuyun Gai Xue, Luosang also acquired a group of robust wild horses, which are often sought after by many herders as symbols of wealth; however, Luosang chose to keep only Wuyun Gai Xue, driving the other horses into the tribe's herd. Their inclusion is crucial for maintaining the wild lineage of the herd.

Whenever he encountered travelers, homeless individuals, or wandering lamas, he warmly invited them to stay in his tent, eager to learn more about the outside world from them. Losang understood how vast yet isolated the grassland was. Like a parched sponge, he greedily absorbed all the knowledge of this world.

When taking a photograph, Losang encountered some trouble. The young man filling out the form asked for Losang's date of birth, to which Losang honestly replied, albeit with the time being off by several hundred years. When asked for his parents' names, Losang casually fabricated two names. When asked where his parents were, Losang said they had been swept away by a snowstorm and he did not know where they were now; further questions could not be asked. County Chief Gabuj arrived, and with his rich experience, he naturally assumed that this was an orphan from the grasslands. When asked again where Losang's parents were, he reiterated that they had been swept away by a snowstorm and he did not know where they were now; further questions could not be asked. County Chief Gabuj, with his wealth of experience, naturally believed this was an orphan from the grasslands. Due to the harsh environment, vast area, and numerous wild beasts, such orphans can easily form in the grasslands; those fortunate enough may be adopted, while those less fortunate may be consumed by nature. This orphan appeared to belong to the fortunate ones. County Chief Gabuj had no doubt that he was not an orphan from the grasslands. A once-in-a-century snow disaster had struck here a few years ago, causing many herding villages to disappear; the current village was a merger of two villages post-disaster. Additionally, Losang spoke fluent Tibetan, had a sunburned face, and a robust physique; all these factors proved he was a typical child of the grasslands. County Chief Gabuj had no doubt that he was not an orphan from the grasslands. A once-in-a-century snow disaster had struck here a few years ago, causing many herding villages to disappear; the current village was a merger of two villages post-disaster. Additionally, Losang spoke fluent Tibetan, had a sunburned face, and a robust physique; all these factors proved he was a typical child of the grasslands.

The uninhabited area was nothing to Luosang; he had been to places far more terrifying. His first trip to the salt lake to transport salt went very smoothly, and he did not encounter the same dangers as before. Eventually, Luosang took it upon himself to drive a few yaks to the uninhabited area to carry salt blocks. Aside from using them for himself and the people in the pastoral village, most of the salt was exchanged for sheep or barley flour with people from other pastoral villages. From that point on, people no longer regarded him as a child and stopped asking him to collect cow dung for making dung bricks.

Recalling General Zhao Hui, Luosang could not help but feel a sense of melancholy: how many heroes have turned to dust, yet I still remain in this world. Is the current world truly a continuation of the past?

Nomadic peoples detest these large-tired off-road vehicles the most, as the areas they traverse are more severely impacted than those trampled by herds of horses, with the grass roots being turned up.

A few years ago, an encounter left his internal organs severely injured, and it took several years of treatment for him to recover. In a medical book, Lausanne learned about the composition of his body and understood that his liver and spleen had been injured. Realizing the cause and location of the injury, Lausanne purchased some Western medicine from the hospital and consciously used his internal energy to clear the stagnant blood in that area, also combining it with high-quality saffron and other herbs, ultimately completely healing the damage to his internal organs. Through treating himself, Lausanne also learned to use his internal energy to heal others; for ordinary people who are not practitioners, even a small amount of his internal energy can have a significant effect. This made Lausanne even more popular; he was even more favored than the wandering lamas, and many people hoped to marry their daughters to this clever Lausanne.

What a pair of clear eyes! As pure as those of a newborn baby, devoid of any impurities. Luosang felt a surge of vitality within this aging body, yet strangely, he sensed that the old lama could die at any moment; Luosang carefully connected his internal energy to the meridians within the old lama's body, sustaining that thread of life. There were too many strange occurrences on the grassland, and Luosang had no time to inquire; saving lives was of utmost importance.

Losang is the most common name on the grasslands, much like the name Xiaoqiang in Han Chinese regions, found everywhere. In this pastoral village tribe, there are two people named Losang, so everyone initially called him Losang who loves to read, and later referred to him as Losang who can heal. The village chief is also named Losang, and everyone calls him Old Losang or Losang the village chief.

A long and narrow grassland appeared before him, a vibrant expanse teeming with life, rich in colorful treasures, and a wondrous world. This is a paradise for wildlife, a kingdom of wild animals. Herds of wild yaks, wild donkeys, stone sheep, big-horned sheep, yellow sheep, Tibetan antelopes, horse bears, lynxes, snow leopards, grass leopards, and foxes roam freely. Far from the snow-capped mountains, there are gravel embankments arranged in a curved, parallel formation. Between the embankments are shallow depressions, which sometimes hold standing water.

The cloud-covered snow is now terrified of Luosang. As soon as Luosang rides it, he infuses his true energy into its body. Luosang does this to enhance its endurance and strengthen its physique, but the cloud-covered snow is extremely averse to this strange sensation. Each time, it only stops after being exhausted from Luosang's control, which is why it often runs far away, preferably to a place where it cannot see Luosang, to graze.

The peculiar accent that Yu Lang once had has completely vanished, replaced by a genuine accent from the northern Tibetan region. Under the intense sunlight of the plateau, Yu Lang's cheeks have taken on a rosy hue. Dressed in traditional Tibetan attire, Yu Lang resembles a young Tibetan man. Due to natural conditions, and because Yu Lang, who is over twenty years old, has smooth skin, he appears similar to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Tibetan. The Tibetans do not have a habit of eating fish, which is why the fish in the lake are unusually plump, and Yu Lang has a particular fondness for the fat fish here. Due to natural conditions, and because Yu Lang, who is over twenty years old, has smooth skin, he appears similar to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old Tibetan. The Tibetans do not have a habit of eating fish, which is why the fish in the lake are unusually plump, and Yu Lang has a particular fondness for the fat fish here.

The excavation work regarding Lausanne has commenced. Under the dazzling beauty and enchanting fragrance of that female journalist, Lausanne found himself reluctantly compelled to weave his own story. Lying was a difficult task for Lausanne, but every beginning is challenging; once he uttered the first sentence, the subsequent fabrications flowed from his lips as naturally as a river.

From the mouths of other herdsmen, the stories most frequently heard are those about clouds covering the snow; on the grasslands, it is the one who can conquer wild horses that is considered a true man.

The nomadic village is a mobile tribe that migrates across the plateau in pursuit of water and grass as the seasons change; within the tribe, there are a dozen households herding tens of thousands of sheep, thousands of yaks, and over a thousand horses. After six months of wandering, this place can be said to be the closest to his previous world, and he requires a gradual adaptation process to enter this familiar yet strange world; the abundant sunlight here can also help heal his internal injuries quickly. The former Cao Yulang no longer exists; Lobsang will be his name from now on.

Another month has passed

Spring is the season when the grasslands are filled with the wildness of life; a herd of over a hundred wild horses has appeared by the shore of Dolamu Lake, having arrived from the north led by an exceptionally magnificent black stallion. This lead horse is entirely black and glossy, robust in build, fierce in temperament, and each of its four hooves is adorned with a patch of silver-white hair above the large hoof. Its long mane displays its vigorous vitality

These individuals are all poachers. The current government does not permit free hunting, so they disguise their prey in yaks and transport it to a location outside the grasslands to trade with merchants, then return for ammunition and supplies. From Yu Lang's perspective, they are relatively simple people; apart from the cunning leader Qiang Ba, they are generally good to themselves. Qiang Ba is a money-lover, and his nephew informed him that the two gemstones Yu Lang used to exchange for a hunting rifle could fetch two good guns for just one gemstone outside. From Yu Lang's perspective, they are relatively simple people; apart from the cunning leader Qiang Ba, they are generally good to themselves. Qiang Ba is a money-lover, and his nephew informed him that the two gemstones Yu Lang used to exchange for a hunting rifle could fetch two good guns for just one gemstone outside.

After wandering here for a few days, Yu Lang encountered a group of poachers, who were on horseback chasing Tibetan antelopes across the grasslands. After witnessing him catch a prairie wolf with his bare hands, they took note of his agile skills. After a brief exchange in Tibetan, Cao Yu Lang joined the ranks of the poachers. He exchanged two gemstones for a gun, and Yu Lang finally gained an understanding of modern weaponry, also realizing that the copper tube given to him by the little squirrel was a bullet casing.

However, he also acquired a considerable amount of information; first, he realized that at least two hundred years had passed since he entered seclusion. Just thinking about it filled him with dread; it was truly remarkable that he could cultivate for such a long time without becoming an immortal. Secondly, he learned that this place was a self-protected area in the northeastern region of Tibet, and the snow-capped mountain he had crossed was called Kekexili Mountain

County Chief Gabujie also saw Losang's collection of books; he was extremely excited about the emergence of this new generation of herders under his administration. After a series of assessments, County Chief Gabujie announced that he would recommend Losang for schooling this year. For a long time, in order to cultivate minority ethnic cadres, the state has allocated a certain quota each year to send children from pastoral areas to the interior for primary, secondary, and even higher education. After the snow disaster, herders in the pastoral areas suffered significant losses, with many families left with only able-bodied adults, and no one had been recommended for two years in the county.

The string of prayer beads left by the old lama consists of thirty-six beads, made up of seven small beads each in red, yellow, blue, green, and white, along with a slightly larger black stone resembling a ring. The beads of various colors appear to be strung together haphazardly by a silk thread, yet upon closer inspection, they do not give a sense of chaos, seeming to follow a certain order. It is unclear how long they have been handled, but the surface of the beads is smooth and lustrous, with a faint glow that seems to flow. There are various legends about miraculous prayer beads on the grasslands, but apart from the faint bloodstains visible on this string, there is not a single so-called 'Buddha eye'; on the largest black ring, the amber-like jade color is filled with strange patterns, as if extremely fine golden threads are entwined within, appearing almost as if naturally formed upon careful observation.

Thus, everyone was filled with longing for Luosang's horse, Wuyun Gaixue, yet none could approach it; even the county magistrate of Gabujie, who hailed from the pastoral region, was kicked away several meters. The proud Wuyun Gaixue allowed no one to come near except for Luosang. In the end, in Luosang's embrace, the female journalist finally mounted Wuyun Gaixue; riding the steed across the vast grassland, with her back against the broad chest of the handsome young herdsman, the female journalist felt a sense of exhilaration. Listening to the wind whistling past her ears and feeling the powerful muscles of Wuyun Gaixue in motion, the female journalist was filled with curiosity about the person controlling Wuyun Gaixue behind her. In the end, in Luosang's embrace, the female journalist finally mounted Wuyun Gaixue; riding the steed across the vast grassland, with her back against the broad chest of the handsome young herdsman, the female journalist felt a sense of exhilaration. Listening to the wind whistling past her ears and feeling the powerful muscles of Wuyun Gaixue in motion, the female journalist was filled with curiosity about the person controlling Wuyun Gaixue behind her

He had long learned to use Renminbi, and here, money is relatively easy to save. Every year, they graze herds of sheep on the grasslands, and by autumn, they drive them to the outskirts of the town, where specialized merchants come to purchase the flocks. After acquiring enough salt, barley flour, barley wine, butter, and tea bricks, they head back into the depths of the grasslands. Then they no longer interact with the outside world, continuing their generations as if nothing ever changes; the vast grasslands can meet all their needs, as long as the livestock does not exceed the capacity of the land, life remains quite pleasant. Each herding family has some cash, ranging from a few thousand to tens of thousands, with some even having hundreds of thousands; there are even families that still keep some obsolete currency, and it is common for some to decorate their tents with Renminbi. Living happily among these simple people, Luosang even thought that continuing this way would be quite good. However, he ultimately wanted to understand more about the world, and reading books was the best way to do so

The flock of sheep grazed not far away, while Luosang lay on the grass of the hillside. Dark clouds covered the snow and ran wild to the other side of the hill. The shepherd dog stood guard around the flock; the spring breeze blew in gusts, creating waves across the grassland. Yellow primroses, fire moss, feather daisies, drooping daisies, and blue orchids were scattered among the grass, swaying in the sunlight. Everything appeared so tranquil. This year, Luosang's flock had grown to over 1,000 sheep, and the lambing season was approaching, which would add several hundred more. Luosang mentally calculated: his family had never had ten taels of silver before. Now, if he converted his money into silver, it would surely amount to 10,000 or 20,000 taels. He could buy a lot of land and build a large house. How wonderful it would be if his parents were still around! But thinking about it was futile, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of melancholy. If he had known that herding sheep could earn so much money, he wouldn't have gone to the army to fight; his family could have lived better. The child of a poor family, indeed. (Is having 300,000 still considered poor?)

After listening for a few moments, Yulang understood that the Nth national census had begun

He stopped right here; often, herders drive their flocks to this place to graze, and there are also some explorers who come here. Further north from here lies the uninhabited area of northern Tibet, where the climate is harsh and conditions are difficult, but there are several large salt lakes, and many herders drive their yaks into the uninhabited area to collect salt. Therefore, Yulang chose this remote yet accessible location as a temporary place for recuperation

In the following days, the female journalist, accompanied by her film crew, began her work around Lausanne. During the day, she rode horses and herded sheep with him, and at night, she delved into his past experiences in his tent; even his two large trunks of books became a subject of her interest, as she inquired why he possessed so many books

The young herdsmen are filled with anticipation at the prospect of taming a strong wild horse, as a good horse is an invaluable helper for them. Losang, relying solely on his two legs, tracked the herd for two days without using a hunting rifle or a lasso, and single-handedly conquered a magnificent horse with a black body and four white hooves from the wild horse group. When Losang rode this black steed, leading the herd into the tribe, he immediately became a hero; this horse, named "Cloud Covering Snow," had already claimed the lives of several herdsmen. Losang had already prepared the basic living conditions for himself on the grassland.

Soon, Yulang would be able to skillfully use this hunting rifle, often hitting agile Tibetan antelopes accurately from a kilometer away. One day, he single-handedly shot over a hundred antelopes, making the bearded leader tremble with joy. After driving the yak cart to a mysterious place to sell the game, he received a stack of paper slips from the leader. Yulang happily accepted them, wondering to himself what they were—were they silver notes? Yet he did not dare to ask. He had become a person of few words, almost only listening and not inquiring, fearing that those terrifying individuals would set their sights on him again. Although he practiced Tibetan in his mind, he felt almost like a mute all day.

When he first entered the tribe, Losang was mainly helping with various chores. Whenever someone had a task, he would be called upon to assist, and over time, people gradually became accustomed to and accepted his presence. The herders grazed their livestock on the grasslands, and their diet consisted of barley cakes made from qingke and their own mutton, while butter tea was easily obtainable; however, gathering firewood and salt proved to be more challenging. There were few trees on the grasslands, and even if there were herders, they were reluctant to cut them down for firewood. The fuel for cooking was primarily dried cow dung collected during grazing, which was then made into dung bricks. Heating and cooking relied on this; Losang's main task at the beginning was to help collect cow dung and make dung bricks for various households. This was typically work done by women and children, so Losang felt no embarrassment in doing it, as he appeared to be just a Tibetan youth.

A few days later, Yulang emerged from the snow-capped mountains

One day, on the way back to the tent from the ruins of the ancient castle, Yulang discovered something peculiar: at dusk, Luosang saw 4 young shepherds trapped beneath large stones. The four individuals were lying on the ground in a "大" shape, with a large stone pressing down on each of their legs, arms, and backs, and one person had 5 stones on him. Luosang rushed over to lift the stones; one of them weighed as much as 100 to 200 pounds. Fortunately, all the individuals beneath the large stones were still breathing and had not died, merely in a state of unconsciousness. It was quite strange, as there was no one around; who could have done this? Yulang scanned the surroundings, but saw nothing.

When it was time to carry salt to the no-man's land, Losang volunteered to go; it is important to note that going to the no-man's land to carry salt is a very dangerous task, as it was originally only undertaken by a group of strong men. The no-man's land is not only characterized by its strange climate, with snowstorms and hail occurring at any moment, but also by the presence of ferocious beasts such as prairie wolves, snow leopards, and large bears, where even a slight misstep could result in both humans and yaks being preyed upon by wild animals. However, a few years ago, this area suffered from a once-in-a-century snow disaster, leading to a significant reduction in the population. Additionally, since Losang had lived on the edge of the no-man's land, he was allowed to enter it like an adult.

Another year has passed, and the young Losang has already blended into this group of simple people. Traditionally, taking in lost relatives has been their custom. After a severe snow disaster a few years ago, many villages suffered significant casualties. Moreover, the young man is fluent in both Tibetan and Chinese, capable of herding sheep on horseback, wielding a hunting rifle to kill wolves, and even daring to venture into uninhabited areas to carry salt. Since his arrival, it has become much easier to conduct business with the Han people. With the enthusiastic help of these kind-hearted individuals, Losang has set up his own tent and acquired a dozen yaks and a flock of sheep.

At the shores of Zhalamu Lake in the northwest of Tibet, Cao Yulang is attentively hosting two travelers who have come here for an adventure in a simple tent

He understands that the Qing Dynasty has vanished and that the world has undergone tremendous changes; he must quickly integrate into this society, and the grassland is his first step.

In the story of Luosang, his mother was a Han who had wandered to the grasslands and, for reasons unknown, ended up living with a Tibetan father; thus, he was able to speak both Han and Tibetan languages from a young age. His mother seemed to have a certain level of cultural education, teaching him to read and write from an early age and telling him many stories from Han culture. A few years ago, during a snow disaster, both of his parents passed away, and he lost everything, eventually wandering to this place. Due to his longing for his mother, Luosang unconsciously began to study and read on his own. A few years ago, during a snow disaster, both of his parents passed away, and he lost everything, eventually wandering to this place. Due to his longing for his mother, Luosang unconsciously began to study and read on his own

Yulang discovered the ruins of an ancient castle in an uninhabited area. Within the castle, there is a stupa approximately 6 meters high and over 8 meters in diameter. Surrounding the stupa are hundreds of remnants of earthen walls of varying heights and sizes, with the largest wall being about 20 meters high, 40 meters long, and 11 meters thick, resembling a dry-stacked earthen wall. Numerous rock paintings are also carved into the surrounding rocks; these paintings, whether etched or painted on stone, exhibit a simple and naive style, presenting abstract images that include solitary cattle, sheep, wild beasts, and 'totem' symbols, as well as scenes of hunters drawing bows and herding, alongside agricultural depictions and Tibetan script. The local Tibetan herdsmen believe that these rock paintings are not the work of human hands, claiming that the site is the ancient kingdom of Xiangxiong, which is the birthplace of the Bon religion in Tibet. Losang frequently visits this site, which holds great allure for him, and many explorers often request Losang to take them there, marveling at everything in this place. Strangely, Losang discovered enormous cast iron or copper pots on several mountain peaks in the western part of the uninhabited area; the bottoms of the pots are buried in the ground, filled with soil and overgrown with pasture, with the rims exposed above the earth, some even displaying patterns. Some of these large pots could accommodate hundreds of sheep for resting. According to herdsmen legends, the large pot was once the soul pot of the great king A Qiong of the demon kingdom, and to this day, no one dares to touch it. Additionally, on one mountain peak, Yulang saw two enormous long knives, each about three meters long, leaving one to wonder who might have used such items. Yulang has expanded the scope of his explorations, often wandering in the uninhabited area for over ten days.

Luo Sang was playing with the prayer beads when a distant roar of engines reached his ears. He leaned up to look, seeing two green SUVs and one white SUV heading towards the village chief's tent

During his usual time herding sheep, Luosang would collect some herbs by comparing them with the pictures in his book. Apart from using a few as a guise to conceal his extraordinary skills when treating people, he mostly dried them and sold them to merchants. Luosang never charged for his medical services; people did not pay him money but would instead give him large bundles of herbs. Gradually, Luosang became affluent, and over the years, nearly 300,000 had accumulated in the money box in his tent.

While treating internal injuries, Yulang maintains minimal contact with people; especially those from outside the grasslands, he invites them into his simple tent for proper hospitality. As guests enjoy the delicious fish he catches from the lake, along with prey such as yellow sheep and wild rabbits, and drink the unique barley wine of the grasslands, they respond to the naive questions of this hospitable and curious Tibetan youth, often resulting in mutual joy. Yulang deepens his understanding of the world while guests relish the rare delicacies and hospitality. When it is time to part, this simple young man presents them with a bundle of his dried and cured game, his eyes fixed on their books and magazines.

The lama stayed in Luosang's tent for ten days. During these ten days, Yulang carefully channeled energy to restore the lama's nearly lifeless body. The old lama did not speak a word, and on the day his body regained the ability to walk, he left. Before departing, he hung a string of prayer beads around Luosang's neck. The village chief said that the lama practiced the most profound silent meditation, and he was a person of great supernatural powers.

After a few days of interaction, the barrier between Luosang and the female journalist disappeared, and Luosang learned that the journalist's name was Qiao Ying. Luosang began to speak more, and the stories he fabricated became more perfect, with characters becoming richer and more vivid. Qiao Ying started to feel curious; although the Chinese vocabulary used by this Tibetan youth was unfamiliar and archaic, it was so simple, appropriate, and imbued with an ancient charm. As a journalist, Qiao Ying had a solid foundation in Chinese, and with her background in a family of teachers, she was quite sensitive to classical Chinese. Luosang's way of expressing language conveyed a message; his proficiency in classical Chinese was deeper than her own, and the rhetorical techniques he employed were such that even a graduate student specializing in ancient Chinese would not be able to use them so fluently, which was truly astonishing. Could it be that his mother was a scholar who came to the grasslands in search of herself? The life here indeed had a bit of a paradise flavor, so simple and pure, and Qiao Ying felt a sense of enchantment with it all; the grasslands were truly magical. With curiosity about Luosang, Qiao Ying began to carefully explore the reasons for her enchantment.

Good times do not last. One night, Yu Lang was awakened by the sound of a motor. The faint sound indicated it was still ten kilometers away. The tragic memories in Cao Yu Lang's heart were stirred, and he packed his belongings and rushed out of the tent. He was surrounded, with the sound coming from all directions. Yu Lang quickly buried himself in the grass two hundred meters away from the tent, slowly escaping westward five meters underground.

A group of journalists gathered around, and finally, there was a good interview title. This was a film crew led by a female journalist, one of the objectives being to investigate the recovery situation in pastoral areas following the snow disaster, with a focus on the recent population census and book survey. Before entering Tibet, they had five vehicles, but a few individuals stayed behind due to severe altitude sickness; thus, only three vehicles entered, which were then divided into three groups. This particular group was led by a female journalist who had previously not been on camera.

On another night, Luosang and the female journalist were walking on the grassland, and Luosang began to tell the story of the nonexistent mother again. During the day, Luosang took them for a tour around the edge of the uninhabited area, and the excited guests had a few more drinks that evening. Luosang mentioned that there was an ancient castle inside, with rock paintings and stupas; however, it would take five or six days to make the trip, which left the journalists feeling deeply regretful. To get there, cars were of no use; one had to ride horses or yaks, and this group of journalists could hardly endure the jolting after riding for a while.

Outside the tent, the village chief, Luosang, was speaking passionately, and the surrounding villagers gathered around, forming a circle. Luosang stood at the edge, carefully observing the two green off-road vehicles. Since the encounter a few years ago, he had been filled with caution towards such green vehicles. After not seeing any immediate danger, Luosang's interest shifted to the white off-road vehicle. A large sign on the vehicle indicated that it was from Beijing. After not seeing any immediate danger, Luosang's interest shifted to the white off-road vehicle. A large sign on the vehicle indicated that it was from Beijing, and it was an interview vehicle from a major television station in Beijing. Although he had learned from books that it was a car, Luosang still regarded this object with suspicion.

A month ago, an elderly lama fell ill on the grassland, and the village chief called Losang to take a look. Losang reached out and touched his forehead, and the old lama awakened. At the moment he opened his eyes, his face, weathered and etched by wind, frost, and time, was filled with sanctity.

Over the past year, Luosang's collection of books has significantly increased, as he travels to the nearby market town each month to gather and purchase new titles. Although he refers to it as nearby, the closest town is still over a hundred kilometers away. Luosang often asks the village chief to help watch his sheep for a day; he ventures far from the tribe, using his powers to summon dark clouds and race across the grasslands. Each time, he departs at midnight and returns at dawn, as he does not wish to be seen as a monster.

In order to achieve the most accurate population base, the survey of herders in the Tibetan region must be conducted down to each individual. Coincidentally, a news interview team from Beijing passed through, so County Chief Gabujiji personally led the team, along with personnel from the Public Security Bureau's household registration office, bringing a set of equipment into this remote pastoral area. This time, the plan is to conduct the census while also processing each person's identification card.

Time passed little by little, and Luosang became increasingly immersed in the story he was weaving. As the evening breeze blew, Luosang calmed down a bit and secretly told himself that he could no longer speak recklessly; if he continued, he would not even know how to conclude it. General Zhaohui once said: A thousand words are not as good as a moment of silence; the general's city does not deceive me.

In the distance, there lies a vast expanse of glaciers and the lakes formed by the melting ice beneath them

After escaping from Hoh Xil, Cao Yulang wandered on the grasslands, but he no longer wished to associate with those poachers, as it was too dangerous. The area by Zhalam Lake is a pasture rich in water and grass, a beautiful, fertile, and vibrant world. The terrain is flat and open, with lakes of various sizes scattered like stars, and the steam from geothermal hot springs rises, often shrouded in clouds and mist. The grasslands between the lakes are adorned with lush green grass and blooming flowers, while the azure sky is dotted with drifting white clouds and soaring eagles. The lake ripples with the blue autumn waves, schools of fish swim freely, and the sky and water blend seamlessly; in the middle, the bird island is densely populated with nests. The area by Zhalam Lake is a pasture rich in water and grass, a beautiful, fertile, and vibrant world. The terrain is flat and open, with lakes of various sizes scattered like stars, and the steam from geothermal hot springs rises, often shrouded in clouds and mist. The grasslands between the lakes are adorned with lush green grass and blooming flowers, while the azure sky is dotted with drifting white clouds and soaring eagles. The lake ripples with the blue autumn waves, schools of fish swim freely, and the sky and water blend seamlessly; the bird island in the center is densely populated with nests, and flocks of birds occasionally fill the sky, blocking out the sun, while bird eggs cover the ground like pebbles. Unique rare birds and beasts from the plateau come and go in groups, creating a cacophony of noise and a myriad of scenes. The blue sky, white clouds, sunlight, clear water, green grass, and wildlife form a harmonious and vast picture, allowing one to truly appreciate the essence of the plateau's vast sky and earth. The bird island is occasionally filled with flocks of birds, blocking out the sun, while bird eggs cover the ground like pebbles; unique rare birds and beasts from the plateau come and go in groups, creating a cacophony of noise and a myriad of scenes. The blue sky, white clouds, sunlight, clear water, green grass, and wildlife form a harmonious and vast picture, allowing one to truly appreciate the essence of the plateau's vast sky and earth.

A year later, Luosang had read all the books he could find and read, and he had also become the prairie doctor for tribes near and far, treating both people and livestock

During the photography session, a conflict arose. A young man refused to stand in front of a red cloth for the photo, insisting instead on posing next to his fine horse. Several young women had their headpieces obscuring their eyes. Fortunately, the situation was resolved shortly by the experienced Gabujixiang County.

A few months later, he arrived at a nomadic village, which was the result of an unexpected event

The remote county town is also a place with cultural backwardness. Most of the books purchased by Luosang are publications from several years ago, including a complete set of textbooks for the nine-year compulsory education, a collection of selected works by a certain author, prevention and treatment of diseases in cattle, sheep, and horses, essential readings for youth, prevention and treatment of common diseases in modern grasslands, scriptures of Tibetan Buddhism, a comprehensive guide to Tibetan medicine, a vernacular version of the Book of Changes, a national traffic map, a world atlas, the Four Great Classical Novels, and so on. Additionally, there is a large pile of outdated journals and magazines, but what makes him the happiest is a set of medical books.

Everyone was excitedly taking out their cherished soaps to wash and groom by the river, while the young women brought out the splendid attire they only wore during festivals; travelers had come here before, and they showed their identification cards, claiming that with this small card, they could travel far and wide, and it could also guide them back home, what a marvelous thing it was

In a moment, the horn for assembly sounded, and Lausanne, helplessly summoning the clouds to cover the snow, hurried towards the village chief's tent