Mo Hai came to the old man, who took out a straw mat and placed it next to him, signaling Mo Hai to sit down.

This group of Tibetans were enthusiastic and simple, and their eyes were full of friendship. Mo Hai smiled slightly, saying hello to everyone, and then sat down cross-legged.

Next to the old man, there was a little boy about six or seven years old. The little boy was curled up beside the old man, and the red light of the bonfire was reflected on his little face, which was fluttering. However, the little boy looked at Mo Hai with shyness and weakness.

Mo Hai had no choice but to see at a glance that the little boy was sick, and it was not an ordinary minor illness.

"Young man, why are you wearing such thin clothes? Put on this blanket?" The old man took out a dirty wool blanket.

"I am not afraid of the cold, otherwise I wouldn't have just worn these clothes." Mo Hai smiled. It wasn't that he disliked the dirty wool blanket, but he really didn't need it.

"Okay, bake the fire and it can warm up a little. By the way, have you eaten it? I have some naan bread here." The old man took out another cloth bag containing naan bread.

"I just ate, I'm not hungry, by the way, uncle, aren't you residents here? Why are you living outside?" Mo Hai changed the topic without a trace.

"We are all here to worship the sacred mountain, and we will rest here for one night tonight." said the old man.

"Uncle, can you tell me about this sacred mountain?" Mo Hai continued to ask.

"You are here for a trip, but since you happen to be here, I will go to worship the sacred mountain with us tomorrow. The sacred mountain is very effective and can eliminate disasters and pray for blessings. I was a serious illness when I was a child. The doctors said that I was not good at it at that time, but my mother carried me to worship the sacred mountain and drank the snow water flowing down the sacred mountain and some herbs given by the lamas near the sacred mountain. My illness was miraculously cured." The old man said.

"That's really magical." Mo Hai smiled.

"My grandson was checked in the hospital a few days ago and said he had leukemia. The doctor said that treatment would cost at least one million, and it might not even be cured. How could we have so much money? This time I took him to worship the sacred mountain, hoping that the sacred mountain would appear and save my poor grandson." The old man's tone was a little sad, but there was a fire of hope in his eyes.

The sacred mountain is a kind of sustenance in his heart.

When Mo Hai heard this, his eyes opened and he looked at the little boy again. The boy's vitality was indeed very weak.

Although leukemia and modern medicine are powerless, it is not a serious disease for Mo Hai.

Most of the Tibetans around came to ask Shenshan to eliminate disasters and cure diseases. Under Mo Hai's Fayan's observation, many Tibetans here, the fire of life was already like a candle in the wind, swaying, and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Mo Hai sighed in his heart, "Birth, old age, sickness and death, and the cycle of reincarnation of heaven, to be honest, Mo Hai should not interfere at will."

But, since Mo Hai saw these people today, Mo Hai couldn't bear to die and refuse to save them.

The way of heaven wants people to die, but Mo Hai insists on going against the sky. Of course, Mo Hai will not make a decision in his own name after seeing the sacred mountain tomorrow. If it is a sacred mountain, it is best to have strange things. If it is really just a natural phenomenon, Mo Hai will regard it as a trip to see the scenery, which is not harmful.

"The sacred mountain will definitely appear. Your grandson is so cute and will be healthy for the rest of your life." Mo Hai smiled.

When the old man heard Mo Hai's words, his wrinkles were slightly relieved on his dark and old face. Sometimes, comforting words can indeed give people hope and motivation.

Of course, Mo Hai's words were not a comforting word.

Perhaps it was Mo Hai's comforting words that made the old man feel much better. The old man suddenly waved his hand to Mo Hai and signaled Mo Hai to come over.

Mo Hai walked over and the old man whispered in Mo Hai's ear: "Young man, tell you a secret. On that sacred mountain, there are gods and fairies living there, and I have seen them."

Mo Hai was slightly surprised. Looking at the old man, it didn't look like a joke, but to be honest, the words of such an old man are really not credible. After all, when the old man is superstitious, even if there is nothing, they can tell everything, just like the truth.

"Don't you believe it?" the old man asked.

"If there are really gods on this sacred mountain, people around must have seen them." Mo Hai smiled.

"Do you think anyone can see the gods? I escaped from death and came to worship the sacred mountain every year. Of course, it won't be in December, but at other times, because except December, the sacred mountain has no golden peaks, just like ordinary snowy mountains, so there is basically no one in normal times. I remember that it was a summer more than 30 years ago. The weather was very good that day. I came to the sacred mountain to worship. There was no one at that time. I took out the tribute as usual, but for some reason, the sky suddenly changed and was covered with dark clouds. I could only hide behind a big stone. Later, it was so dark that I couldn't see my five fingers. I was really very

I was afraid, and knelt down and begged for blessings from the sacred mountain. Suddenly, a lightning flashed down towards the sacred mountain. In that moment, I saw a fairy-like man floating in the air on the top of the sacred mountain and was hit by lightning. Later, I was so scared that I fainted. When I woke up, the weather was clear again, as if nothing had happened. But I was sure that it was definitely not a dream, but a real thing. But when I talked about this, no one wanted to believe it. Later, I met scientists who came to the sacred mountain to inspect. They didn't believe it when they heard me talking about this. Young man, do you believe it?" The mobile phone remembered it for a second to provide you with wonderful novel reading.

"If it was really what you saw with your own eyes, it would be true." Mo Hai felt that this sacred mountain might really hide some mysterious secrets.
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