Section 236

Later, in order to commemorate this day and look forward to the reincarnation of Sakyamuni, believers would worship the Buddha for several days every year during the Heavenly Descent Festival in September.

Major temples also hold important activities.

The scene was unprecedented and very lively.

Whether they are Tibetans who live in groups or nomads who live in groups, they will celebrate this special moment in their own way.

The Greyer family is one of them.

In the pastoral areas of southern Tibet, the Gelaye family is a relatively large nomadic nation that has been inherited on this land for nearly two hundred years.

It's almost winter now.

While we were busy preparing for the winter, the Heavenly Fall Festival arrived as scheduled.

Naturally, the tribesmen will not forget to celebrate.

I worship the Holy Mountain every day, praying for God’s mercy, blessings for good weather throughout the year, and forgiveness of my sins.

God comes from faith and remains in the heart forever.

No one could have imagined that one day, he would actually hear the call of believers and descend from heaven to earth?

Just when I was worshiping, a strange image suddenly appeared on the unpredictable sacred mountain. A vague figure seemed to spread a pair of wings and leap over?

At this juncture of the Advent Festival, how can Tibetans who believe in gods dare to be negligent when they see this scene?

For a moment, they were in awe and admiration, and they knelt down one after another.

This group of people is isolated from the world, has no information, and has a pure heart. How have they never seen a parachute landing on Mount Everest?

Everest is their sacred mountain.

Throughout the ages, there has been no trace of it.

On top of the sacred mountain, walking on the clouds, if this is not a god, what is it?

In their understanding, gods descended from heaven only exist in hymns, Buddhist scriptures and legends.

No one has seen his true form.

However, at this moment, seeing this scene with their own eyes, everyone was feeling excited and panicked at the same time.

There is no time to express, so I can only kowtow again and again!

However, how could Lu Yu know the reason?

He thought he had violated some kind of taboo!

The patriarch, Ge Leye, is forty-nine years old and is the youngest generation of patriarchs in the history of the family.

The uncle wears a white cocoon silk and satin brocade waist-length short shirt on his upper body, with a large left lapel and a small right lapel.

The outer cover is a round-necked and wide-sleeved chuba sewn from wool.

There are several large colorful flower belts tied around the waist.

He wore a pair of worn-out Tibetan shoes and a felt hat on his head. His bronze face had wrinkles like knives and axes chiselled by years of exposure to wind and sun.

At this time, Greye knelt on his knees with a pious posture, kneeling in front of Lu Yu.

Under the leadership of the patriarch, the Sanskrit music all around was like a song, with ups and downs, reaching people's hearts.

Looking at the dozens of Tibetans worshiping him in front of him, Lu Yu became more and more confused.

He had never seen such a big scene comparable to a pick-up. After a long time, he said embarrassedly: "Uncle, what are you..."

Seeing Lu Yu's embarrassment, the live broadcast room was very happy, and they all complained:

"2333333"

"Welcoming the Gods Ceremony!"

"Feather God finally gave in!"

"Holy shit, are you awesome?"

"6666, I want to laugh!"

"We have received very professional training, and we generally don't laugh unless we can't help it!"

"Still laughing? Weren't you scared enough just now?"

"Haha, it's true!"

…

Seeing Lu Yu speak out, the clan leader Ge Leye slowly raised his head, his face still full of piety.

The next second, he spoke a few words in Tibetan, babbling and unable to understand a single word.

Hearing this, Lu Yu said: "Uncle, can you speak Mandarin?"

As he spoke, he tried to help the clan leader up.

But he never thought that the clan leader would become even more excited.

He clasped his hands together, looking pious, not daring to come near at all.

It seems that he is pondering in his heart whether the guy in front of him is a human or a god...

Language barrier makes it impossible to communicate effectively.

This made Lu Yu very depressed.

So, he waved to the drone and let it fly close to him, hoping to ask for help from the audience.

However, what they didn't expect was that this scene made the already panicked Tibetans even more panicked.

Looking at this black disk flying around in the sky, the chanting that had stopped started again.

Looking at the camera, Lu Yu said slowly: "They seem to have misunderstood me. Are there any brothers who understand Tibetan?"

"Feather God, you are really making things difficult for others!"

"I don't understand!"

“It’s difficult to learn even CET-4 in English, let alone Tibetan!”

"This is a bit difficult..."

"I understand a little bit, but they spoke too fast. I only understood one sentence. They seemed to be asking you to forgive them..."

"Damn it, 666 upstairs!"

"What you said upstairs is right!"

There are many friends in the live broadcast room who have lived in snowy areas for a long time. Naturally, a few words of Tibetan are not a problem for them.

Through their translation and explanation, Lu Yu suddenly understood the cause and effect.

It turns out that these people regard themselves as true gods who have descended into the world...

Go ahead, this is too dreamy!

At the same time, after listening to the Tibetan master’s explanation, some viewers who did not know what was going on were immediately surprised:

"Fuck! 6666!"

"The anchor is awesome!"

"Feather God is strong this time!"

"Is there still such an operation?"

"Everyone has faith. If we encounter this scene at this juncture, you would be dumbfounded!"

"The main reason is that Yu Shen's battle is too big!"

"Flying down directly from the sky, who wouldn't be afraid!"

...

Knowing the whole story, Lu Yu didn't delay any longer, and hurriedly helped the clan leader up, trying to communicate with them with body language, and repeatedly apologized for crashing their ranch.

"Uncle, I'm really sorry. I will bear all the losses here. Don't get excited. In fact, I'm the same as you. We are all Chinese, with two eyes and one nose, no difference..."

In order to prove himself, he also asked the uncle to pinch his face to prove that he was not an alien.

After a long time of work, the clan leader Ge Leye was not so scared, but his expression was still very pious, and he was still muttering in his mouth. From time to time, he glanced at the drone flying above Lu Yu's head, as if he regarded it as a follower of the gods...

The communication was OK, but it didn't get to the point after all.

Lu Yu bowed, gestured, and apologized again. It took five minutes before the distance was shortened.

After opening the situation, he took out the GPS and satellite phone from his paratrooper bag, confirmed his coordinates, contacted the pilot Suolang, and asked him to come quickly so that he could act as an interpreter for him and communicate the matter as well as possible.

There was nothing else, but the loss of the Tibetans could not be underestimated no matter what.

After getting up in the morning, Suolang had been watching the live broadcast.

He naturally knew what had just happened.

During the call, this guy laughed and promised repeatedly in his poor Mandarin: "Good friend, I will go there right away. The weather is not good and I need some time."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Yu was ready to ask them for a drink of saliva.

But before he could speak, a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds suddenly came closer and closer, coming from not far away.

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Hearing the sound of horse hooves, Lu Yu subconsciously looked up.

The short-legged horse with a reddish color was carrying two large sacks, which were bulging. No one knew what was inside.

Sitting on the horse was a young man who was about 20 years old.

The young man had straight eyebrows and dark skin, and his short hair was blown unevenly by the wind.

He was wearing a sewn cowhide robe.

He had a saber on his waist and a string of colorful Buddhist beads around his neck.