Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1004 - 1000: The Journey

Shen Siyuan slowly walked out of the temple, and Xiao Yue and the other two immediately approached him.

"Potato, have you turned into a monster too?" Dou Dou was the first to ask.

Before Shen Siyuan could speak, Xiao Yue gave her a light tap on the head.

"Don’t talk nonsense, brother has become a Bodhisattva."

To Xiao Yue, that tall golden figure in the temple could only be a Bodhisattva.

Dou Dou scratched her head, not paying much attention. After all, Xiao Yue only tapped her lightly, and she was already used to it.

"Let’s go, we should leave here as soon as possible," Shen Siyuan said.

"But I still want to play here for a while," Dou Dou said.

Duoduo also nodded on the side. It was her first time being so close to the snowy mountain, so she naturally wanted to have some fun too.

"Maybe next time, soon a lot of people will come here," Shen Siyuan said.

The three little ones didn’t quite understand, but at this moment, the sound of rotors came to their ears. They looked around and saw several helicopters flying in this direction.

"Let’s go."

Shen Siyuan’s figure swayed as he went down the mountain. This time, he didn’t use the "Five Elements Primordial Magnetic Sword," but entirely relied on his movement technique. His figure swayed as if he were an immortal, graceful and at ease.

The three followed as Yin Wind.

Coming down from the snowy mountain, Shen Siyuan did not choose the usual route to Yajiang or Litang, but instead led Dou Dou, Xiao Yue, and Duoduo straight into the vast Ta Gong Grassland.

They climbed over mountains and crossed waters, moving in a straight line westward, taking in the vastness and vastness of the world.

The scenery along the way had long shed any traces of artificial craftsmanship, pure enough to captivate the heart.

Just after leaving the snowy mountain, their feet were still on pebbled slopes covered with thin snow. The cold wind swept snow grains past them, and the distant Yala Snow Mountain still stood like a holy barrier, its snow-covered peaks reflecting a cold light under the sun.

Reaching the heart of the grassland, the landscape shifted abruptly. Green meadows stretched to the horizon like endless rugs, with herds of yaks and sheep scattered like ink spots and fragments of jade. Black tents of herdsmen dotted the landscape, and prayer flags fluttered in the wind, in red, blue, white, green, and yellow colors, adding a touch of sanctity to the vast grassland.

The rivers on the grassland crisscrossed, with clear streams meandering and the cobblestones at the bottom visible. Occasionally, bar-headed geese skimmed the water’s surface, creating ripples.

Over the hills, you could see endless fields of Gesang flowers, red, pink, purple, and white, swaying in the wind like a floral carpet exuding a light yet long-lasting fragrance.

Amidst such beauty, Xiao Yue and the others were overjoyed. They picked up snowflakes, splashed through streams, plucked wildflowers, and even sampled unknown wild fruits by the roadside.

Fortunately, they possessed ghost bodies, or else they might not avoid stomach troubles, never mind poison.

"Dou Dou, taste this, it’s really sweet," Duoduo offered an unknown wild fruit to Dou Dou.

But Dou Dou didn’t reach out to take it, instead looking at Duoduo suspiciously, since she had been tricked more than once, experiencing sour, spicy, and bitter tastes. She had learned to be smart now.

"It’s really sweet," Duoduo said, popping one into her mouth.

"Really, but I still think you’re lying."

Dou Dou considered herself as a clever bean and wouldn’t be easily fooled.

"I’m not lying, it’s really sweet and delicious. You can ask Sister Xiao Yue if you don’t believe me."

So Dou Dou looked at Xiao Yue beside her.

Compared to Duoduo, she was more willing to trust Sister Xiao Yue.

Xiao Yue didn’t speak, taking a fruit from Duoduo’s hand and putting it in her mouth.

Seeing this, Dou Dou hesitated no longer, reaching out to take a fruit from Duoduo’s hand, expressing her thanks and then popping it into her own mouth, crunching a few times.

Then—

"Ah, eww~ eww~ eww..."

Dou Dou’s features twisted into a knot, while Duoduo and Xiao Yue were also busy spitting out the fruit they had eaten.

"Sister Xiao Yue, how could you deceive me?"

Dou Dou didn’t first accuse Duoduo of tricking her but pointed the finger at Xiao Yue because she trusted Xiao Yue immensely and now felt her belief was collapsing.

Xiao Yue, hearing this, calmly said, "I just tasted one. Did I say the fruit wasn’t sour?"

Dou Dou’s anger paused at her words.

It seemed true; Xiao Yue never said the fruit was sweet, but neither did she say it was sour.

Dou Dou was momentarily speechless but grew angrier the more she thought about it.

So she huffed and said, "I’m going to find Potato."

Saying this, she turned and ran, but returned halfway to snatch the remaining sour fruits from Duoduo’s hand.

At this time, Shen Siyuan was sitting cross-legged on a large rock in the middle of a stream, watching the water trickle by.

Dou Dou landed right next to him, excitedly saying, "Potato, do you want to eat some fruit? It’s really sweet..."

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On their way, Shen Siyuan and the others encountered several Tibetan herdsmen.

With their dark faces and simple smiles, they warmly waved to Shen Siyuan and his group, inviting them to their tent using not-so-fluent Mandarin.

Unable to resist their hospitality, Shen Siyuan took the children along with the herdsmen.

The herdsmen’s black tent was set up in a wind-sheltered hollow, with thick Tibetan rugs spread inside, and corners piled with dried yak meat and butter barrels.

The hostess served steaming butter tea, the tea bowls were delicate Tibetan silver bowls, and the tea soup was milky and rich, with a faint salty and milky fragrance dispelling the chill of the journey.

The host then brought out dried yak meat and barley cakes, the yak meat tough and chewy, becoming more flavorful the more one chewed, while the barley cakes carried a wheat aroma and a solid texture.

"They’re so happy, having meat every day," Dou Dou envied their lifestyle, wishing to stay.

"Children, herding life is quite tough," the host said with a smile.

But Dou Dou didn’t understand; she only saw the meat.

The little ones were curious about everything in the tent. Dou Dou held her silver bowl, sipping butter tea in small sips while her eyes lingered on the hostess’s Tibetan silver accessories at her waist.

Duoduo sat on the Tibetan rug, watching the herders’ young boy play with a whip, occasionally mimicking him; Xiao Yue’s gaze settled on the prayer flags and thangka of Buddha hanging at the top of the tent, with a touch of curiosity in her eyes.

The herder couple spoke little but were extremely hospitable, continuously refilling the children’s tea and offering food, with the host even picking up a horsehead fiddle, playing a gentle Tibetan song.

The music was desolate and far-reaching, blending with the sound of the wind on the grassland, exceptionally moving.

Shen Siyuan chatted casually with the host about herding life, listening to him narrate the changes of the seasons on the grassland and the habits of cattle and sheep. Occasionally, he shared his travel experiences. Although there was a language barrier, it didn’t hinder their communication, and the tent was filled with a warm and homely atmosphere.