Gunshots on the Tea Horse Road
by Sand Lake
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In the early morning, a horse as fast as black coal galloped from Deqin, passed through the cliffs like a city on both sides, and went straight to a cultivation cave in Meili Snow Mountain. The man on the horse had a 20-shot pistol in his waist and a long gun on his back. He carried two sheepskin bags on his back. He stopped not far from a practice cave that circled up against the cliff. This is a tall and burly young Tibetan with a dark face, and a gloomy murderous aura in his eyes. When he jumped off the horse, the black horse was spitting out white foam and beads of sweat hung on its black mane. Above the practice cave, a dome-like rock protrudes from the cave wall, like a canopy. He tied his horse to a thick fir tree not far away, picked up the two sheepskin bags from the horse's back and bent into the cave. The cave is neither big nor deep. Through the light coming from outside, it can be seen that there is a layer of grass on the ground. A middle-aged man wearing a Tibetan robe and a sheepskin hat is meditating and chanting sutras with his eyes closed.
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