Holy Bone

Chapter 590
It wasn't long before we parted ways with Uncle Dorjetso.

Jin'an began to miss Uncle Dorje Tso, an upright man.

Because he found that what Uncle Dorje Tso said was so true!
The weather in this snow-capped mountain is as fast as a woman’s change of face. Before it was dark, the wind and snow were howling. The snowflakes in front of my eyes were white, and I couldn’t see the glacier road under my feet. Several times, I almost fell into the bottomless ice-bound abyss. .

At this time, thanks to the pioneer of Shayang.

It can break the wind.

Can trip thunder again.

And Sha Yang had a bad temper and neighed more than once, but in the end Jin An beat him to the point of losing his temper.

"This time, you insisted on following the mountain to join in the fun, but no one forced you to come here! You have time to complain, why don't you think about how long we can meet with the big troops, and find a place to sleep for the night while sheltering from the snow Sleep!" Jin An hammered the silly sheep, and the silly sheep continued to lead the way.

When three people and one sheep saw the wind horse flag fluttering high in the wind and snow, they happened to hear the exclamation of many people.

"There is a situation!"

"Could it be that the snow mountain has finally been dug up? The large army is about to enter the snow mountain!"

Jin An urged Sha Yang, and the group hurried over.

Then they saw tents and igloos standing up in the snow, and many people converging on the same place.

They also followed the flow of people to watch the excitement.

On the way, some people also found Jin An who brought the "White Bull" into the Kunlun Snow Mountain. They all showed astonishment and surprise expressions, but at this time, everyone's thoughts were on the Xuefeng side, and no one cared about the newcomers from outside for the time being. .

"what happened?"

"What are you shouting, hurry up and dig the snow!"

A serf owner came over personally with a whip in his hand to urge the serfs to speed up the progress of snow digging.

"My lord, there are, there are, there are... dragons! There are dragons in here!" A serf replied tremblingly. It was unknown whether it was because of inner fear, or because he was standing in the snow and freezing in thin clothes.

"dragon!"

All the people gathered around subconsciously gasped.

Even those red-clothed monks sitting cross-legged, ignoring the noise of the world of mortals, turning the prayer wheel devoutly, reciting Buddhist scriptures, and praying for the missing venerables, all opened their eyes at this time, and their eyes were full.

In the crowd of onlookers, someone exclaimed and asked his companions: "When I came to dig the snow in May and June last year, did you hear that anyone saw a dragon? Or dug out a dragon?"

The companion thought about it seriously, then shook his head and said no.

"Could it be that in the winter when heavy snow re-closed the mountain, because of the heavy snow crushing the snow or the aftershocks of the earth dragon, there was a small avalanche here again, and a dragon came out from the deeper part of the snow peak?" Someone boldly guessed.

As soon as this remark came out, the buzzing discussions all around became louder, and even the wind and snow that was blowing bigger and bigger in the evening could not cover the discussion voices of everyone.

There was another voice in the crowd, and someone said excitedly, "It may not be another avalanche or aftershock of an earth dragon. Don't forget, this time we made all the preparations and brought in a snow digging shovel." The number of people in the glacier is several times that of last year's impromptu team, and there is another possibility that we have a large number of people this time, and the excavation progress is faster than last year, and we have already dug deeper than last year!"

The serf owner, who was wearing a thick fur coat and a plush fur cap on his head, kept beating the serf with a whip. When he heard that a dragon was suspected to be dug out, he was so frightened that he stopped waving the whip in his hand. To his master.

Because the serf owner was well fed and warmly dressed, his face was full of flesh and strength, and he was in stark contrast to those serfs who were skinny and frail in the snow and snow in the glacier and snow.

And these serf owners are attached to the big temples and royal nobles to live.

Behind this serf owner, there is another master who ordered him to do things. Now that the development of the matter has exceeded his authority, he can only turn his head to look at his master, do you want to dig?
It was a young man in a white leather robe protected by three layers of guards. The pure white fur symbolizes the snow mountain, which is sacred. The ordinary class has no right to wear it, and it must be used by the royal family and nobles.

The young man was wearing a white leather robe to keep out the wind and snow, and inside he was wearing high-quality Chinese satin that was equivalent to gold, and there were agate stones, gold and silver, and jade beads hanging around his waist. It's a bit rough, but even in Kangding, this young man is considered imposing, with handsome features.

Facing the gaze of the serf owner, the young man in the pure white leather robe of the snow mountain didn't say much, just nodded, and then walked back into the warm tent.

Naturally, a servant outside the curtain of the tent took the initiative to lift the curtain for him, and wiped off the snow and put it down again to prevent the cold wind outside from blowing into the tent.

And as the curtains of the tent were lowered to block the view from the outside world, the serf owner with a full face waved his whip fiercely again, shouting at the serfs to speed up the digging, even if the dragon came today, in front of that lord, You have to coil yourself like a snake!

Under the constant whipping, the serfs had no choice but to suppress the fear on their faces, and continued to dig through the icy ice and snow with both hands. In the end, their fingers became numb and unconscious.

But they didn't dare to resist the serf owner's despotic power, and continued to plow the snow with their hands over and over again.

The serf owner was worried that using tools to dig snow would destroy the buried things under the snow, so he kept yelling loudly and told the serfs to use their hands to plow the snow, completely ignoring the lives of these serfs.

What Tubo lacked most were serfs.

The lives of Tibetan serfs are not human lives.

Serfs were born lowly, even worse than cattle, horses and livestock.

Even the cows, horses and livestock in cowsheds and horse sheds are worth more than these serfs.

At this time, some old and weak people couldn't dig anymore, their hands were so red, swollen and numb from frostbite, they completely lost consciousness, and they didn't even have the strength to bend their fingers.
puff!
Heads fall.

Human blood is sprinkled on the cold white snow.

Blood stained glaciers.

"Quickly dig before the blood melts, and when the blood cools down, don't you have an excuse to be lazy again!" Come to melt the snow, under his repeated yelling and scolding, the serfs continued to dig the snow with their hands.

These are the darkest ages.

No one would take the serf's life as life.

But the saddest thing is that even those serfs were blind-eyed, accepted the fate of future generations as serfs, and did not know how to resist.

As the serf owners used human blood to melt the snow, under the urging of unscrupulous means, those serfs finally dug up the snow, revealing the buried things under the snow.

At this time, Jin An and the others also pushed through the crowd and arrived, just in time to see the unearthed things.

(End of this chapter)