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The sky was overcast, and gray clouds piled up in the air.
The grassland under the clouds was brownish red, as if it had been brushed by blood.
A woman in a Mongolian robe, walking on the steppe, holding a bow made of cow bones, Oqier recognized this woman as her mother Gaowa. He wanted to shout "Eji", but he couldn't.
Mother looked back at him, with his familiar warm eyes. No, he was wrong, it wasn't his mother's eyes, it was his Mongolian mastiff Galiba, who also had a warm look like his mother's.
Galiba walked in the bloody grass, and its calm pace was like that of its mother.
Suddenly, there was a wind on the prairie, no, it wasn't the wind, it was two black robes dancing over the prairie, and under the black robes, a group of wolves stared at the blood-red eyes and pounced on Galaba.
Ochir shouted at Galibba, but Galibba didn't seem to hear it, and he looked at himself with innocent eyes, and that look was like the kind of abandonment look when he fell off a cliff!
Ao Qi'er screamed and woke up, all this was his dream.
In front of me was a burning Buddha lamp, and Lama Sambu's thin face.
"Master, why am I here?" Ao Qi'er hurriedly got up to inquire.
"You've been here for two days, it was Baoyin Batuu who sent you here, and you've been having a high fever, which is dangerous!" I was busy in the middle of the night, and finally saved your life. Lama Sambu said softly.
"Thank you Master for saving you," Omir he said. "Where is Uncle Baoyin?"
"He waited until you had a fever before leaving, and he went back to Tula Ranch first." Tomorrow, he will bring the Dark Cloud Girl to pick you up. Lama Sambu said, and sighed again: "Child, in the two days that you have been sleeping, you have been shouting Galibha and Erji in your dreams, did you see them in your dreams?" ”
AoQi'er nodded, and Lama Sambu twisted the Buddha beads, smiled and said, "Child, all encounters in the world are fate, all distinctions are fate, and there is an eternal law between heaven and earth, which will not change because of our personal preferences." ”
Ao Qi'er said, "Master, I was thinking that if I hadn't met Galibha a few years ago, Eji wouldn't have gone so early, maybe old Batuu wouldn't have died a tragic death, and I wouldn't have been so sad." ”
Lama Sambu smiled again, "All fate is predestined, and your fate with Kalliba, with your Eji, with me, and with the whole steppe, has long been predestined." Lama Sambu's gaze looked upwards, as if crossing the roof, looking into a distant place, "Because we and everything in the world, when we come here and there, we are all shouldering a mission, and when the mission is completed, the fate will arrive, the mission is not completed, and the fate will never be broken." ”
Ao Qi'er listened attentively, and Lama Sambu continued: "The mission of xiaocao has been completed in less than a year, so the grass and trees are autumn. The mission of the stone will take tens of millions of years to complete, so it is rock solid. If Galiba's mission has been completed, then its departure is without regrets, and if the mission is not completed, it will definitely return. ”
Oqil understood that Lama Sambu's words were very similar to those of the red mastiff he had heard in the darkness that day. The grief that gripped his chest also seemed to have subsided.
At this time, a noisy and noisy sound came from outside the lama temple, and a herdsman ran in breathlessly: "Lama Master, two herdsmen have been bitten by wolves. ”
The wolves of Black Stone Valley, last night, under the command of the wolf king Yariga, completed their assembly.
They were tasked this time from chronic hunger. After the snow fell, the hunt of wolves became extremely difficult, and many old and weak wolves did not even eat food for several days. Some small wolves could not hold back and tried to attack the herders' livestock, most of them were hit head-on by the herders, and more and more wolves were injured and killed.
As the Wolf King, Yariga could no longer let the situation deteriorate. It knows that small-scale sneak attacks have a low success rate, and because of the popularity of shotguns among herders, the casualty rate will be high. It is better to organize a large-scale hunt and concentrate on attacking the sheep of a herdsman, and the success rate will be greatly increased.
Last night, at the behest of Ariga, more than fifty wolves had been gathered in Blackstone Valley, and many small wolf tribes, for the common goal, had temporarily set aside their usual disputes and formed a hunting alliance that fought in concert.
More than fifty wolf soldiers divided into two routes, one rushed to the Hudug Ranch, the largest state-owned pasture in the Holling steppe, with tens of thousands of sheep and other livestock, while the other, led by Yariga himself, sneaked into the Tula Ranch, the pasture where the Baoyin Batu and Morrigan families were located.
In the darkness of the night, the two wolves, driven by hunger, set off separately.
The wolf king Yariga ran in front, his eyes shining blue in the night, like shining gems in the night sky. This group of wolves, their eyes light or dark, are shining like a flock of stars running in the snow.
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