Why is the system taking my request to photograph a cosplayer seriously?

Chapter 236 Is the Prince a Living Buddha?

early morning.

Ding Heng was awakened by a rustling sound.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by an unfamiliar Tibetan-style ceiling.

Turning her head again, Baima gripped the edge of the bed with both hands, rested her chin on the back of her hands, and stared intently at him with her big, round eyes.

Ding Heng raised his hand and flicked her forehead.

"Ouch!"

Baima covered her forehead and shrank back, muttering pitifully.

"You're bullying me first thing in the morning."

Why did you come into my room?

"Hmph—this is my house!"

"Does that mean if you stay at my place from now on, I can just go into your room anytime?"

"Whatever you want!"

"I----"

Ding Heng sat up, rubbing his temples as he felt a headache coming on.

Baima handed over a cup of warm butter tea: "Here, your aunt got up before dawn to make it."

Ding Heng took it and took a sip. It was salty, fragrant, and warm, and went down smoothly.

"What time is it?"

"Around eight o'clock."

Baima sat down on the edge of the bed, her two short legs swinging: "Brother, are you hungry? Auntie made some rice cakes and dried meat."

""

Ding Heng took another sip of butter tea: "Where is your aunt?"

"I'm going out."

Pema murmured, "After the earthquake, the Living Buddha had to perform rituals to pray for the deceased and for the survivors. She went there early in the morning and didn't come back until evening, leaving the two of us to play by ourselves."

After saying that, she jumped off the edge of the bed, walked to the window, and opened it. The cold air rushed in instantly.

"The weather is nice today."

Baima turned around, standing against the light by the window, smiling sweetly and lovelyly: "Shall I accompany you, brother, for a stroll around?"

After finishing the last sip of butter tea, Ding Heng threw off the covers and got out of bed.

"OK."

Half an hour later, the two walked out of the yard.

Ding Heng wondered if it was just his imagination, but since returning to her hometown, Bai Ma seemed much more energetic and capable, completely lacking her former spoiled nature.

Ding Heng followed behind her, his gaze sweeping over the scattered tents and fences in the distance.

"Are all the herders in this area from your cooperative?"

"right."

Baima walked ahead without turning her head: "There are probably a dozen or so households in this grassland, and there are more if you go west. It would take most of the day to ride a horse there."

The tents of each household were far apart, but they could still see each other.

The two walked along a dirt road worn into the ground by car wheels, with wisps of smoke rising and dissipating in the distance.

Someone was driving a yak down the hillside when he saw Pema in the distance. He reined in the yak and called out to her in Tibetan.

Baima replied in a light and cheerful tone.

The man grinned, nodded to Ding Heng, and continued driving the yak forward.

Ding Heng asked, "What did he say?"

They asked us if we had eaten breakfast.

"this one?"

"Otherwise what?"

Baima glanced back at him: "You expect people to talk to you about life ideals?"

Ding Heng smiled but didn't reply.

As the two passed a gray-white tent, an old woman poked her head out from inside.

Upon seeing Pema, the old woman moved her lips twice and uttered a string of Tibetan words.

Baima stopped and replied to her in Tibetan, his tone much more serious than when he had spoken to the herdsman earlier.

The old woman nodded, took two pieces of milk curd from the tent, put them in Baima's hand, patted the back of her hand, and muttered a few words.

Baima bent down, touching his forehead to the back of the old woman's hand, and performed a Tibetan greeting.

Then he straightened up, smiled at the old woman, and turned to continue walking forward.

Ding Heng followed behind, with a piece of milk curd stuffed into his hand by Bai Ma.

It's hard and smells sour.

"Try it."

Baima had already taken a bite, her cheeks bulging.

Ding Heng took a bite; it was sour, hard, and not tasty.

"What is this?"

"Milk curds, made from cow's milk."

Baima chewed earnestly and mumbled, "When I was little, there weren't many snacks, so I ate this. It was as hard as a rock, and it took me ages to chew through it."

More than just food, it's a memory.

The two stopped to rest on a hillside. Baima stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and gazed into the distance.

The wind blew up the stray hairs at her temples, and the hem of her windbreaker fluttered in the wind.

"Brother."

"Um?

"Don't you think the sky is bluer here than elsewhere?"

Ding Heng looked up at it.

The sky was indeed blue, so clean that there wasn't a single impurity.

"It's quite blue."

"The clouds are lower than elsewhere."

Pema reached out her hand, as if trying to reach for a cloud that was slowly drifting by in the sky.

"When I was a child, I always thought that if I climbed to the top of that mountain, I could touch the clouds. Then one time I really struggled to climb up, stood on the highest point, stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch it—but I couldn't reach it at all."

She withdrew her hand, a self-deprecating smile on her face: "I was quite disappointed back then, feeling like the adults had lied to me."

"Why do you want to touch the clouds?"

"Because I'm bored."

Pema's answer was devoid of any sentimentality or poetry; it was concise and clear.

"Living on this plateau is so boring!!!"

Ding Heng seemed to be deep in thought.

Afterwards, Baima became obsessed with electronic products, which probably stemmed from the "boredom" of her childhood.

Someone rode by on horseback in the distance.

He was a young herdsman, wearing a dark Tibetan robe with a red silk sash tied around his waist.

He rode a dark brown horse, its hooves treading on the withered grass, moving at a leisurely pace.

Upon seeing Baima, he reined in his horse and dismounted.

The movements were swift and fluid, completed in one go.

He walked up to Pema and greeted her politely in Tibetan.

Pema nodded and replied to him in Tibetan.

The two chatted back and forth, and the man gradually relaxed from his initial restraint, a smile appearing on his lips.

He turned to look at Ding Heng, his eyes filled with curiosity, but he didn't ask any further questions.

Finally, he took a leather bag off his horse and handed it to Baima.

Baima took it, sniffed it, and thanked him.

The man remounted the horse, squeezed its flanks with his legs, and the horse galloped away.

Baima stuffed the leather bag into Ding Heng's hand.

"Try this newly brewed barley wine, brother."

Ding Heng unscrewed the cap and took a sip. It was sweet and sour, refreshing, and not too strong in alcohol.

Why would he give you this?

Consider it a temporary thank-you gift.

Pema explained, "His mother is a veteran herdsman at the cooperative. She has known my mother for over ten years, and she sponsored his university education."

Ding Heng took another sip: "Your mother has quite a bit of influence—"

"Of course."

Baima's lips curled up, her tone smug: "My mother invests money in the cooperative every year, repairing roads, building greenhouses, hiring veterinarians, buying fodder—all of which cost money. They appreciate my mother's kindness, so naturally they treat me politely too."

"The fox borrows the tiger's power!"

"snort!"

Turn another corner, and you'll see an old herdsman squatting in front of his tent, his brows furrowed.

Pema recognized him, quickly walked over, and greeted him in Tibetan.

The old herdsman looked up, his expression anxious, and spoke and gestured.

After listening, Baima turned to Ding Heng and said, "Brother, two of his yaks have run away. The fence collapsed during yesterday's earthquake, and the yaks got frightened and ran away. They haven't been found yet. It's been a whole day and night; they're probably far away."

Ding Heng asked, "Where are we going to look?"

Baima squatted down and glanced at the hoofprints on the ground: "Judging from the footprints, they should have gone north. There's a valley over there, and yaks like to run into those kinds of places when they get scared."

The old herdsman hurriedly said a few more words, explaining how troublesome it was that the road had collapsed due to the earthquake and that they had to take a detour.

Baima readily agreed, "Uncle Dorje, your legs aren't very strong, I'll go find it for you."

The old herdsman waved his hand repeatedly, meaning that the yaks had been gone for so long and the road was difficult to travel, so the two young people probably couldn't handle it.

Baima, hands on her hips, said, "Uncle Dorje, have you forgotten? One year, during a heavy snowfall, three of my yak head went missing. My mother wasn't home, so I rode my horse and searched for them all by myself for most of the day!"

The old herdsman was taken aback at first, then turned around and went into the tent, took out a bunch of keys and handed them to Baima, pointing to the motorcycle not far away.

Bai Ma took the key, and Chong Dingheng raised his chin.

"Brother, let's go."

The two arrived at a motorcycle that was neither new nor old.

Baima stepped on, turned the key, and the engine roared to life, spewing out a plume of white smoke from the exhaust pipe.

She turned around and patted the back seat: "Get in the car."

Ding Heng slid Baima to the back seat and sat in the front seat himself.

"Get out of the way, you little dwarf. I'll drive!"

"Ugh—!"

Bai Ma pouted unhappily, but still obediently listened and hugged Ding Heng tightly.

The motorcycle sped off the path, crushing gravel and withered grass, heading towards the valley to the north.

The distant snow-capped mountains gradually magnified in the field of vision, with a few white clouds hanging on their peaks like cotton wool scattered by the wind.

Ding Heng was so engrossed in watching that he was suddenly reminded by Baima.

"Brother, a stone, a big stone!"

Ding Heng then came to his senses and quickly maneuvered his motorcycle to go around it.

Baima wiped away her cold sweat and said irritably, "Brother, what are you daydreaming about?"

Ding Heng responded, "The scenery here reminds me of the photos my dad took."

"What photo?"

"Snow-capped mountains, grasslands, running Tibetan antelopes, herders' tents in the twilight—there are just a lot of things."

Ding Heng sighed, "I used to think those photos were beautiful, but I didn't know why. Now, I vaguely understand what's so beautiful about them."

"What insights did you gain?"

"Your brother used to only take pictures of women; how superficial!"

Ding Heng was heartbroken, but Bai Ma didn't believe it at all.

"So you're not going to film the older women anymore?"

In her opinion, Ding Heng particularly liked to have his sisters-in-law dress up in all sorts of different outfits.

Sometimes you take pictures first and then play, sometimes you play first and then take pictures, or you take pictures and play at the same time?

"No, but you have to shoot with restraint, aim for elegance, and ideally blend it into nature."

"Huh!"

Baima looked at her with disdain, then suddenly asked, "Now that they're not here, do you want to practice on me?"

"Let's talk about it later?"

"You look down on me!?"

"No----"

"I think it is!"

The two bickered and argued all the way until Bai Ma suddenly reminded Ding Heng to slow down and scan the surroundings.

"Brother, it should be around here."

After turning off the engine and getting out of the car, Baima squatted down to examine the marks on the ground.

Ding Heng followed behind her, gazing at the valley ahead.

Steep mountain walls line both sides, with a narrow riverbed running through the middle. The river has dried up for the current season, revealing various sizes of...

cobblestone.

The wind blew through the valley, making a whistling sound.

Pema stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two walked along the river for a short distance when a dark figure appeared ahead.

The yak was standing behind a boulder, grazing on dry shrubs.

Baima quickened his pace: "Found it! But why is there only one?"

She scanned the valley back and forth, but couldn't find any trace of the second one.

"Brother, let's search further in."

"it is good."

After turning a few more corners, the scene suddenly became shocking.

Two meters away, a yak lay on the ground.

His stomach was ripped open, his internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the bloodstains stained the surrounding stones dark brown.

Baima wasn't afraid at all; she walked over and squatted down to examine the situation.

Ding Heng followed closely behind, his gaze sweeping over the yak carcass.

The wound was fresh; the blood hadn't completely clotted, and the internal organs still had a fresh red color.

Baima frowned: "Brother—this wound looks like a bear wound."

Ding Heng: "Are you sure?"

"I grew up in Tibet, how could I possibly be wrong?"

Baima became nervous: "Look at the claw marks and bite marks—it's a Tibetan macaque. And the wounds are fresh, which means it hasn't gone far."

Just as Ding Heng was about to activate his True Sight Eye to check the situation, a deep roar came from above the mountain wall.

Baima raised her head, her pupils suddenly contracting.

A huge Tibetan bear stands on a protrusion of the mountain wall.

It was enormous, covered in rough, dark brown fur that was almost black, with high-set shoulders, and its small eyes were fixed on the two people below.

Baima stood frozen in place.

She wanted to run, but her legs felt like lead, and she couldn't take a single step.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

"Ah, brother—"

Her voice trembled, and her teeth chattered.

Xiong Gai jumped down from the cliff.

With a "bang," all four hooves landed on the ground, kicking up a cloud of gravel.

The Tibetan bear gave the scholars no time to react, and charged forward at breakneck speed!

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the man and the bear was less than ten meters. Some terrifying memories that he had tried to forget flooded back into Baima's mind!

"Brother!!"

Bai Ma roared hoarsely and reached out to push Ding Heng.

She didn't know where Li Zi came from, or even why she was doing this.

But Ding Heng didn't move; instead, he shielded Bai Ma behind him.

The moment the bear pounced, he raised his right foot and delivered a clean and swift kick.

"Bang----"

A muffled thud.

The giant bear, weighing over 300 kilograms, was thrown into the air and crashed heavily onto a pile of rocks five meters away.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust rose into the air.

The Tibetan bear let out a short, mournful howl, rolled over on its hind legs, and struggled to its feet.

After witnessing everything, Baima was stunned into silence.

Ding Heng then unleashed the Dragon's Might!

Once the bear regained its footing, it shook its enormous head, a fierce glint flashing in its small eyes.

It was not deterred.

Ding Heng frowned slightly.

Dragon's Might—Useless?

Could it be that the upgrades weren't enough, and the powerful beast can't be controlled for the time being?

The Tibetan bear charged again, this time even faster.

Ding Heng made no unnecessary movements, but still raised his right foot and increased the force.

"Bang----"

Another muffled sound.

The bear was kicked away again, this time crashing directly into the mountainside, sending rocks crashing down with a clatter.

It struggled for a while before it could stand up again. Its limbs were visibly weak, and it let out a low growl of resentment before turning and running away.

Its massive body stumbled and staggered through the valley, quickly disappearing into the distant pile of rocks.

The valley fell silent again.

It roared across the valley, making a mournful sound.

Baima stood there dumbfounded in Yuanren, motionless.

"Let's go."

Ding Heng picked up the leather pouch from his waist again, unscrewed the cap, took a sip of barley wine, and didn't intend to explain further.

Bai Ma was sensible and didn't ask any more questions. She caught up with Ding Heng at 11, but her thoughts were already completely disordered.

She recalled the scene of Ding Heng moving the boulder and couldn't help but swallow hard.

Is it really possible for a human to kick a giant bear weighing over 300 kilograms away?

Could it be that...?

Brother, thank you so much!