Mindou shook his head: "It's very close. As long as you find this place, you can return to your hometown."

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Since that's the case, you can go to our world to find us in ten years. If you forget your way home, Dorje will bring you back."

Doji immediately made a "wumpy" sound in agreement.

But the sensitivity still seemed a little embarrassed: "But, I don't know how to leave here. I went out of Xiaotianshan and there was endless fog."

Liang Houzai immediately responded to him: "Ten years later, we will pick you up."

The Sensitivity expression became excited: "Really, are you really coming back to pick me up and take me to sit here?"

He said, pointing on the cover of the magazine.

Liang Houzai said to him again: "But you just need to know about this matter yourself. Never tell others, even the old chieftains can't do it. You should know that the people in the Soul Village are all good at magic. Even if we are not here, if you tell this one day, we will know that if that is the case, we won't pick you up."

Mindu immediately covered his mouth with both hands and looked like he couldn't speak, but the excitement on his face was still unrecognizable.

Liang Houzai smiled and asked him again: "By the way, who gave you the magazine in your hand?"

Mindu said: "It is a traveler who accidentally entered here. Every few years, someone will come here by chance. I heard from old Mindu that those who can come here in a confused manner are mostly devout Buddhist believers, some of whom are herders looking for animals. But few Han people come here. When the Han people came, I was still an apprentice of Mindu. He said that he was a traveler and had been to many places. I heard a lot about your world."

I asked him, "How did these people end up doing? Have they all left?"

Mind nodded: "Well, before they leave, Mind will prepare them a bowl of special soup. When they leave here, they will forget about this and what happened here. The old toast said that doing so will prevent them from occupying our land."

Although the "old toast" in Mindu and I have never been masked, I don't know why, but at this moment, I felt a little disgusted with this old toast.

At this time, Mindou climbed up to the chair and opened the heavy book on the table and said to us: "There are a lot of things in this book, and the content is a bit difficult to understand. It will take about two hours to finish reading it. You can go around nearby first. If you are hungry, you can go find Waa. You should have seen Waa, he is the gatekeeper here."

Liang Houzai said teasingly: "It takes two hours, it's too long. Can't you read a thousand books a day? I'll do it. If you don't eat, drink or sleep all day, you can calculate it based on 40 books per hour, and an average of 15 minutes per book. Tsk, the speed is really fast!"

This time, Mindou did not respond. His face turned red, but his eyes were staring at the text on the book. After two or three minutes, the blush on Mindou's face had already faded. His expression and eyes became extremely focused, and he devoted himself to reading the book.

In order not to disturb him, we left the house gently and returned to the mountain road surrounded by grass.

I think the person we saw when we were going up the mountain before was Waa. At this time, he was sitting on a bench at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the sky. Our horses were eating grass next to the hollow tree at the foot of the mountain.

As I walked towards one of the houses made of pebbles, Waa turned her head and looked at me. I pointed to the door, intending to ask him if he could enter. He hesitated for a moment, but nodded at me.

When we pushed open the door, there were a large number of books in our sight, but the books in this room were placed neatly on the bookshelf and the ground was cleaned very clean.

There was a small door on the left side of the house. I opened it and took a look. There was a wide hole on the ground, which was connected to a staircase leading to the ground. I looked down along the staircase. The underground floor was still filled with bookshelf.

At this time, Liang Houzai came to me with a book and smiled and said to me: "No wonder Waa would let us in. The books here are all written in ancient words that we can't understand. Even if we come in, we can't understand the contents of the book."

I curled my lips and said, "I always think that Va'a is a little wrong, and he looks very difficult to get along with."

Liu Shangang continued on the side: "This is normal. He has a very dangerous aura. It is a kind of thing that only killers have... How to say it, it feels cold."

I nodded, then turned to Liang Houzai and said, "When Mindu talked about his hometown just now, I saw you give me a look, but I didn't understand the meaning of that look."

Liang Houzai put the book back on the bookshelf, touched his chin and said, "I thought at that time that the so-called hometown of Mind is probably not as beautiful as he imagined."

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Liang Houzai thought for a while and then said, "Brother Dao, don't you find it strange? Since travelers can mistakenly enter this place, how can they not find the way back if they leave here? Those travelers don't know that there is such a place, and the sensitivity to leave here can at least remember the general location of this mountain. And Xiao Mindu also said that this place is very close to their hometown, and as long as you can find it, you can go back."

I said, "It's indeed a bit strange."

Liang Houzai continued: "If you say that the sensitivity left here is unwilling to return to your hometown because you fell in love with the flower world outside, it is understandable. In the past three thousand years, 300 sensitivity has guarded here. How many of the sensitivity left their hometown and went to the 'our world' may not be counted. But since these sensitivity can occasionally encounter travelers who accidentally enter this place and hear some information about the outside world, it is equivalent to having contact with the outside world. I think that as long as anyone has been in contact with the outside world, he will not want to stay in such a closed environment."

Liu Shangang interrupted, "But what if the hometown of sensitivity is better than the outside world?"

I shook my head: "Okay, we have to look at it from a different perspective. It's like Jihunzhuang. The scenery in the mountains is good, the air is good, and the water is sweeter than outside. It is also the place where our Jihunzhuangmen return to their roots. But even so, no Jihunzhuangmen is willing to stay there forever."

In my early years, I heard from my master: "People in the mountains always have a dream of getting out of the mountains." Even if the mountains are the most beautiful place in the world, this is the nature of human beings.

I know that, as for now, some people are tired of urban life. They leave the city and return to the mountains. But this does not go against human nature. For them, the city is a mountain, and what they call returning to nature is to leave the "mountain" in their hearts and leave a kind of shackles from life.

Many people who leave the mountains will eventually return to the mountains, and those who return to nature will eventually return to the city, but after all, they will leave the mountain they first lived in at a certain time and at a certain opportunity.

I thought about this in my mind and said to Liang Houzai: "I think most of the sensitivity should have been to our world, as long as they have received information from outsiders."

Liang Houzai nodded: "I think so too. If most of the sensitivity has gone to our world, why isn't one of these people back? You know, even if they leave here temporarily, they will never come back. And I think that as long as they are willing, they should find their way home. And don't you find it strange, why do the people guarding here have the temperament of a killer?"

I finally understood what Liang Houzai meant: "You mean, sensitivity cannot leave this place at all."

Liang Houzai: "Yes, I think that killers like Waa are staying in the Xiaotian Mountains are to prevent Mind from leaving here. When Mind leaves office, once they make an action to go to our world, the killers will easily end their lives. They are either unable to find their way home, they are simply killed. Brother Dao, do you still remember that Grandpa Chai mentioned the nine tombs last year?"

Me: "Of course I remember."

Liang Houzai: "I remember Grandpa Chai said at that time that two of the nine tombs have been in. The Yin jade you found in Baiwu Mountain has been confirmed to be stolen from the Bohai Tomb. In addition, there are six large tombs unknown. Five of these six tombs currently only know the rough location, only one. Although the location is very clear, it is impossible to find it without a great opportunity. Perhaps, the hometown of sensitivity may be even the legendary ancient Shambala Kingdom."

I remember what my master said at that time was probably that among the remaining six tombs, there were only five provinces in which they were located, and only the sixth tomb. It is currently confirmed that it is within the ancient territory of Shambalah.

Shambhala, the legendary Shangri-La, translated into Chinese, means "Pully Paradise". It was originally the mythical world in Buddhism, the birthplace of the Time Wheel Buddhism, and it is also the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss pursued by Tibetan Buddhists.

A few years ago, in order to find clues to the nine major tombs, I had looked through a large number of ancient books in the cabinet of Jihunzhuang, one of which mentioned the ancient country of Shambalah, but the Shambalah in the ancient books is very different from the legendary Shambalah.

The ancient books say that more than a thousand years ago, our ancestors who were guarding the lineage went deep into the snow-capped mountains on the plateau and accidentally broke into a tribe established in the hinterland of the snow-capped mountains. This tribe has a completely different culture and writing from the outside world. They believe that the whole world is covered with ice and snow, and only there is green vitality. They call the place they live "Xanggurila".

When I saw this ancient book, I didn’t really care much, but later my master also saw the ancient book. He told me that the Xianggurila in the book should be Shangri-La.
Chapter completed!