Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

The reason why Mount Kent is regarded as a sacred mountain is mainly because Genghis Khan escaped several deaths here, so in his mind this mountain was his protector. Therefore, Mount Kent has become a sacred mountain in the eyes of the Mongolian people.

Li Mo and the others came here disguised as ordinary tourists, so after breakfast the next day they drove the car they rented from the hotel towards the sacred mountain outside the city. We also saw many tourist buses coming and going along the way. Huandao said as he drove: "The tourists who come here are mainly tourists from Southeast Asia. There are very few from Europe and the United States. In their eyes, this place is a bit backward."

Li Mo, who was sitting in the back seat, held his chin and looked at the scenery outside. Although the weather was still a bit cold, the place was already covered in greenery. After leaving the capital, in addition to the rolling mountains, there are endless green grasslands.

"Shave your head, where are the brown bears and the others now?"

"According to the itinerary they arranged, they will not go to Kent Mountain today, but to the southern prairie. The protective formation along the way is quite large. I estimate that Mongolia may use the capital's police force to prevent accidents this time. I mobilized a small number of them and followed them all the way."

"They are quite beautiful."

The Mongolian official's attention is focused on the south, so they can fish in troubled waters. He really wanted to find Genghis Khan's secret treasure on the Kent Mountain, but he was worried that there would be no way to dig out the secret treasure. He could only watch how uncomfortable it would be if he couldn't touch it.

If he couldn't find any clues to Genghis Khan's secrets on the Kent Mountain, he would give up completely and quickly go back to prepare to salvage the sunken treasures in the South China Sea.

I don’t know how long I drove, but the speed gradually slowed down.

"What's happening ahead?"

"Boss, someone seems to have crashed in front of the car, and there's a bit of a traffic jam."

Li Mo tilted his head and looked at it. The road here was not very wide. It was not like the domestic highways. The incoming and outgoing directions were separated, and there were two or three lanes in each direction. Even though there are not many vehicles here, after driving for a long time, it is easy to bump into cars from the opposite direction.

Someone was heard shouting loudly in front of them, but I couldn't understand what they were shouting. Anyway, it was like a quarrel.

"Mr. Li, the car owner said that the man who was hit rushed up from the side of the road on purpose, and he was determined not to compensate. The man who was hit said that he came to chase the sheep, and it was not a collision at all. It’s porcelain. He also said that there is a speed limit on this section of the road. He said that the car owner was speeding and not only killed his lamb, but also hit his arm. If he didn’t pay compensation, he would not give way and he would wait for the police to judge.”

Li Mo asked curiously: "Is there also a theory of touching porcelain here?"

"That's probably what it means." Huandao turned around and smiled, "Mr. Li, how about we drive off the highway and go around the grassland next to it?"

There were already impatient car owners outside who drove off the road, then drove around for more than ten meters before driving up, so that they would be stuck there and unable to move.

"Okay, let's go around for a while and pay attention to the scattered sheep."

Worrying about anything can easily lead to something happening. As soon as the Huan Dao car drove down, the horns of other vehicles were blaring rapidly, alarming the sheep not far away. Disturbed, the sheep began to become restless.

"Drive slower."

As Shatou was reminding him, he saw several big sheep rushing towards us in panic. Huandao braked quickly, but still crashed into it.

The quarrel on the highway suddenly quieted down, and then I saw an elderly man dragging up the dead lamb on the ground, no longer entangled with the car owner, and then rushed towards Li Mo and his car.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li."

"It's just an accident. Don't take it to heart. We will pay more than the uncle wants us to do, so as not to be dragged here by him and waste time."

After Li Mo finished speaking, he saw that the traffic on the other side of the highway finally started to move, and he became the unlucky guy who was the last to be shocked.

Huandao got out of the car and negotiated with the old man. Obviously because he understood the language, the man's aggressive look softened a little. He also heard that Li Mo and the others would pay the compensation readily, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. Huandao started talking happily and kept looking at the car, wanting to know who was sitting in the car.

After a while, Huandao came back and said, "Mr. Li, I compensated him a little more, but what should I do with the sheep that was killed?"

"Leave it to him."

"That's what I said, but he didn't agree. He also said that his home was nearby and he insisted on making this sheep a whole sheep feast for us. He said that we are foreign tourists and must not take advantage of us. Li Sir, he said that their ancestors have lived at the foot of the Holy Mountain for generations, and if we eat their whole-sheep feast, the Holy Mountain will protect us."

Li Mo looked at the Kent Mountains through the window. He didn't know what he was thinking. He hesitated before nodding and said: "Then let's go eat the whole sheep feast."

Because he received a large amount of compensation, the Mongolian uncle became warm and hospitable. He pointed to the yurts standing in the distance, and then drove the sheep back first.

"Mr. Li, their yurt is over there. It takes at most five minutes to drive there."

"Get in the car and go there."

A few minutes later, they arrived at the ger group. There were eight yurts in total and two cars parked outside. Not far away is a fence built for sheep. I saw a strange car approaching and a dozen men, women and children walking out of the yurt.

The communication matters were naturally left to Huandao. He got out of the car and went over to chat for a few words. He saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old Mongolian girl walking over generously and saluted Li and Mo.

After all, they grew up eating beef and mutton, and the people here are strong. The three of them were taken into a yurt by the little girl. The decoration inside was ordinary, but it was fully equipped with tables, chairs, boilers, etc., and it was very warm inside. Let’s endure the wind which is still a bit chilly outside.

There was a small pot on the boiler that was boiling water. The little girl skillfully put some strange things into the pot.

Li Mo looked at it for a while, and the originally good pot of boiling water gradually turned into a pot of boiling water. . . It's a bit like a thinner batter, which doesn't look like much, but a milky aroma soon spreads in the yurt.

"Huandao, won't you get upset if you drink this?"

Li Mo said a little worriedly, "I'm really upset. Where can I go to the toilet? I can't go to the prairie with my butt naked."

"Mr. Li, this is the milk tea they made specially to entertain distinguished guests. Because the staple food here is beef and mutton all year round, you can't bear it if you eat too much, so one sip of this milk tea can remove the nausea, moisturize the intestines, and increase gastrointestinal motility. ability."

"I understand, it's like drinking a little lemonade or barley tea before a big meal." Shatou said with a smile.

"That's pretty much it."

After a pot of rich milk tea was cooked, the little girl poured a cup for Li Mo first, then held it up with both hands and handed it to Li Mo.

Li Mo took it with both hands and smiled at her, then took a sip. How can I describe the taste? It feels a bit like the malted milk tea I made when I was a kid, but this milk tea also contains something like fried millet. You can chew it after taking a sip of milk tea.

"That's not bad."

Li Mo praised, Huandao quickly translated, and the little girl suddenly smiled with flowers on her face.

The uncle finally came back with the sheep. Two middle-aged men went to deal with the sheep that were killed. The knives were very smooth in their hands. Soon the clear water mutton began to cook, without adding any aniseed ingredients. A handful of kosher salt.

"The production technique is rough." Li Mo commented.

"But this also preserves the natural flavor of the mutton to the maximum extent." Huandao knows this place very well. "We eat mutton chops for lunch. The mutton offal can be used to make soup and stir-fry. Other parts of the mutton can be braised and prepared in various ways. A favorite flavor.”

The uncle happily walked into the yurt carrying a pot of boiling milk tea, and he talked directly with Huandao.

"The uncle said that the sheep that was killed weighed more than 80 kilograms and would definitely be more than enough to eat in one or two meals. He asked us if we would like to stay here for a day or two if we come to travel. We can provide accommodation in yurts here."

Li Mo shook his head at the old man in a friendly manner. They were not really here for tourism. Besides, he was really uncomfortable with such a yurt. There was a sheep smell in the air that was difficult to get rid of. It's okay to eat here during the day, but I will never spend the night here.

"Huandao, tell him that we are leaving in the afternoon. Don't make too much of the whole lamb feast at noon, so as not to finish it and waste it. Let them keep the remaining lamb and eat it slowly."

"Brothers from China are welcome to my home." At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties opened the door curtain and walked in. He rubbed his hands and continued, "If you can't finish the cooked mutton, you can give it to me." You packed it up and took it away for free.”

"You speak Chinese quite well." Li Mo was a little surprised.

"Hahaha, I am a Chinese teacher in the university. My name is Mai Maiti. I went to China to study when I was 18 or 19 years old, and I studied at the Institute of Foreign Languages. This old man is my father. I know everything about today. I heard from my family that I can’t blame you for killing the sheep. The money that should be refunded to you will be refunded to you after the meal.”

Being able to communicate in Chinese made Li Mo feel much more convenient. He smiled and said: "We must compensate those who deserve compensation, and there is no need to return supplies to us. The three of us came here mainly to admire the Kent Mountain here. After all, it is the sacred mountain in the heart of Genghis Khan."

Maimaiti poured a bowl of milk tea for each of the three of them, then sat aside and said with a smile, "You are also here for the real mausoleum of Genghis Khan, right?"

The three of them looked shocked at the same time, and then looked at each other in confusion. Could it be that their disguise had been seen through? Otherwise, why would he ask so straightforwardly.

"Teacher Maimeti, are you saying that there is Genghis Khan's real mausoleum in this sacred mountain? Impossible, absolutely impossible. Genghis Khan's mausoleum has long been discovered by our country's archaeological experts."

"Are you talking about the tomb?"

Maimaiti waved his hand and said: "The tomb is only used for sacrifice by future generations, and the real tomb of Genghis Khan is still buried somewhere in the darkness, but it will definitely not be here."

Li Mo drank the milk tea in the bowl, and then asked pretending to be curious: "Teacher Maimati, why do you think we are here for Genghis Khan's real mausoleum?"

Maimaiti suddenly burst out laughing, and then said: "I just made a guess. Let me tell you, if you are a tourist who comes with a group, then you are really here to have fun. If you are an independent tourist, nine times out of ten, you are here. I came here for the legendary Genghis Khan treasure. But here’s a piece of advice: I don’t know how many treasure hunting companies at home and abroad have come here and searched it several times, but still haven’t found anything, so Genghis Khan’s real mausoleum is definitely not near this sacred mountain. "

"Teacher Maimeti, you guessed wrong this time. We didn't come to Mongolia to hunt for treasures, but we really came to have fun. If you go to our car and take a look, you will know that I am not lying. There is nothing in the car to take advantage of." Exploration tools, you have never seen a treasure hunter come here with bare hands."

Maimaiti smiled and said that he was just guessing, because there was no communication barrier, so the atmosphere in the yurt gradually became more harmonious. After a while, two strong men carried a pot of mutton into the yurt and placed it on the boiler to continue stewing.

Then another little girl jumped into the yurt, and then snuggled into Mai Maiti's arms, looking at Li Mo and the others curiously.

"This is my little daughter Babamu."

The names of the people here sound a bit strange, but they are also catchy. Li Mo gave her a bright smile, took out a piece of chocolate from his bag, handed it to her and said, "Try it, it's delicious."

The little girl didn't answer, but looked up at Mai Maiti.

Maimaiti said a few words to her before he saw her smiling brightly and reaching out to take the chocolate from Li Mo. Just when she was about to withdraw her hand, Li Mo saw a gold bracelet on her right wrist. The gold bracelet is slightly slender in the middle and gradually becomes thicker towards the two ends. The two ends are actually carved with animal heads, which look a bit like a leopard's head.

The reason why he took a second look was that the animal-headed gold bracelet was completely handmade, with obvious marks of carving and beating on the surface. In today's society, such traditional old craftsmanship is rarely seen. Everything that arrives is produced uniformly by machine.

Another thing is that the brightness and color of the gold bracelet are a little different, which means the gold is not pure enough. It stands to reason that nowadays, custom-made gold bracelets for children must use thousands of pure gold. It is not like in the past, because the process of refining gold is limited by the times. Earlier, 70% gold and 80% gold were considered pure gold.

Thinking of this, Li Mo glanced at it, and the bracelet suddenly emitted a golden halo. Darling, that gold bracelet with an animal head is actually a cultural relic from the Han Dynasty, with a history of two thousand years.

"Teacher Maimaiti, I would like to ask where the gold bracelet on your daughter's wrist was custom-made. I think it is purely handmade. Such old craftsmanship is rare nowadays. When I was in China I often help my family find customized gold jewelry, but my craftsmanship is not pure enough.”

Hearing this, Maimaiti pulled his youngest daughter's right wrist, took a look at it, and then said: "This is not custom-made, it is one of the dowries from my wife's family when I got married. It is a pair, and the other one is worn on my The eldest daughter holds one for each of the sisters, so there won’t be any quarrel.”