Chapter 2 Some wear it but it really wears it

The old man started to look at the things on his thigh again. What's the thing? I leaned up and looked at it... Oh! It was a map, full of long-lasting appearance, sheepskin. Why didn't I find it when I flipped through his bags in the morning? Could it be that this old man really has a source of power?

What map is this? How can I not recognize it? As a student in the liberal arts field, although I did not major in geography after college, I at least thought I had put a lot of effort into the three subjects of liberal arts since junior high school. It is not that we can just draw the outline of the world map in the second year of junior high school and then post it on the world map in the textbook. Except for the messy islands in northern Canada, there will be no big mistakes. It will be easy to take out the photo of coastal satellites covering more than one Israeli size. However, the map the old man is looking at now can clearly see that there is a coastal outline, but I have never seen it before...

Could it be that I have traveled through time, right? Now the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong. I suddenly think of my parents, brothers and others, and suddenly became nervous. The old man seemed to notice my strangeness, turned to look at me, pointed to the land under his feet and said something, and pointed to me a point on the map...

Buzz... I felt like my chest was still hammered by a big hammer. I could clearly hear my tinnitus, my whole body was covered in cold sweat, dizzy, and my eyelids... I seemed to have been exhausted all of a sudden, and my legs were weak and I knelt on the ground. What's going on? How could this happen? This sudden change made me a little difficult to accept. I hugged my head with both hands, shook my head twice, and tried to wake up... I gasped for a long time, and finally got better. I turned around and looked up at the old man. The old man's expression was very sincere, not like a lie. He looked at me like this and sighed gently... He stretched out his hand and placed it on my head...

My eyelids are very heavy and tired... Finally, I was dizzy and my eyes closed and fell to the ground. I felt relaxed... I felt like I didn't have to worry about anything...

It's so dazzling. You can hear the birds around you in the hazy state. You slowly open your eyes to adapt to the sun.

The fire seemed to have been extinguished, and a small pot was steaming, and I leaned against a big tree. The old monk didn't know where he went, but his package was still there, probably not going far...

After a while, the old monk came back, holding a small wooden bowl in his hand, walked up to me and smiled at me... Then he looked at me, dipped some green liquid in the small wooden bowl and wiped it on his temples, said a lot of words to me, and then put the small wooden bowl in front of me. I also imitated him and applied some to my temples. It felt cool, and my head felt much more relaxed. I guess the wooden bowl was filled with herbs such as mint, and some were applied to my neck...

He owed my thanks to the old monk and patted my shoulder and said a lot of things. Anyway, I don't understand, probably something like comfort... Then he got up and took out a glass bottle from the bag, put the remaining liquid in the wooden bowl, stuffed it in, put it in, and then walked to the small pot on the fire, and signaled me to go over...

It has been two nights in this place, and I have long been sure that I am not dreaming. Although the old monk doesn't seem to be lying to me, I always hope that one day I will see the edge of a modern city. Then the old monk smiled and patted me on the shoulder and said a Chinese Mandarin "Haha... I'm kidding!". Even if it's not Mandarin, it's all the dialects in any part of China. However, it's obvious that this foreign old man doesn't have that ability. And the first feeling he gave me is trustworthy. The first thing he felt is that others are honest with him is sometimes not a good thing.

The old monk made good mushroom soup. Although he only added some salt, the mushrooms themselves tasted very delicious. And for me who hadn't eaten hot food for a few days, this was the most delicious thing I've eaten in the past two days. He smiled with relief when he looked at me with a taste of food... If it weren't for him that I felt like a kind elder's source power existed, even if he smiled at me if he had something to do, I would have doubted whether he was a wizard or an old monster who used people as ingredients. It may be the long-term habit of religious people

So there is such a personality charm in this regard. Easy-going and reassuring. With him, he will always think of his grandfather's appearance when he was a child. Why was he grandfather? He passed away before I was sensible. It's really a pity. The old monk is just like his grandfather, knowledgeable, kind, and full of wisdom... I regretted hitting him again... With the physical constitution of modern people who have to go to the hospital for a perfect examination when they are touched, I am a little worried about whether this old man will suffer from sequelae or something.

Next, I set off with the old monk. Along the way, the old monks taught me the language he mastered, either pointing to the map or pointing at something on the roadside. From time to time, they used branches to write the written words of the objects he pointed to on the ground. After he read them in their language once, I would also speak them in Chinese Mandarin once. Their language and words are relatively simple and the usage is also very strange, which is different from the usages of several commonly used words on the earth. Nineteen letters spelled into words plus nineteen pictographic characters representing religious myths, history, and creatures. For example, a word that represents cunning means a fox after adding an animal's pictographic character. Their words fully reflect the humanism of myths and all things... In short, animals all evolve according to human behavior...at least it gives me this feeling.

When I was describing the words, the old man wrote down the fox's words that just passed in the woods and explained the pronunciation. Then he wiped the hieroglyphs representing animals in front of the words with his feet, and explained the pronunciation again. Then he put his finger on his one-handed finger and held his chin to make a smile. I looked like a dog-beating stick in his hand and gave him a stick. Is his expression cunning? He looks a bit more like an old man from a certain country. In general, their writing is easy to learn and understand. At least he writes very well, and I learn it very quickly.

The old monk told me that his name was [Amuhe?Ben] was his surname, and others usually called him Ben (priest). The "old man" I said did not have such disrespectful words as old men, old men, and old men in their language. The old man means an old man, an old man or a priest. The good language fully reflects their respect for the old man.

I really don't know how my name would express the meaning of pure hieroglyphic translation to him. Do you throw my "dog beat stick" into the water and pick a leaf to tell him that these two are my name together? So I directly told him that my name is [Tie? Han], Tie is my nickname, Han is my surname, and Yes, Han is my nation and my surname. In their text, the pronunciation of Han means strong and powerful. Add an animal character to the front to indicate a very powerful animal. Now I don't know what animal the old man is talking about. I guess there are some animals like mammoths, saber-toothed tigers, etc., so I don't want to meet that kind of animal with the old man at present. If that thing really breaks out of the woods, I guess the old man won't be happy to tell me that this is animal character + Han.

If the Chinese characters are added in front of the Han Dynasty, it means dragon. Fortunately, the old man drew a four-legged snake with two chicken wings. I recognized it as a giant dragon in Western mythology. So my surname word was added with mythical characters. In short, now there is a very hard name and a very powerful name, which is connected to one part, which means "very hard, very powerful!"

After almost seven or eight days of walking, I finally saw the first town after coming to this place. Although I always expected that the old man would joke with me, now after seeing this town, I finally gave up.

The old man told me that the town in front of me was called Tos Town.\
Chapter completed!