Thunder 's Triumph in the Wilderness Chapter 8

I got up awkwardly. Thunder Pili pressed his nose against my chest, pushing me back repeatedly. The elephant's mouth was still blowing air at me. I felt that it was scolding me for being annoying, and wanted me to get out. I had a sense of loss and became an unwelcome person. I couldn't back down and couldn't miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to visit the mysterious elephant tomb. Although elephants are born nearsighted and can't see stationary objects 10 meters away, their hearing and sense of smell are extremely sensitive. Sooner or later they will find out that I am following them. If I don't get their permission, I can't reach the elephant tomb no matter what means I use. I scratched my head and came up with an emergency plan. I opened my throat and shouted, "Silver-nosed Old Fool, I want help, I want to find allies, I want to summon the white people who can support me." There was a sound of hurried footsteps in the oil palm forest. After a while, the other six white elephants of the white elephant family came to my side one after another. At this time, I had been pushed out of the oil palm forest by Thunder Pili and came to an open lawn. The moonlight was like silver, shining all over the ground. When Thunder Pili pushed me with his nose again, I fell on my back, my hands and feet facing the sky, my eyes rolled back, and I groaned loudly and exaggeratedly, as if I was acting. This trick of mine was really effective and immediately won widespread sympathy. Lily White and the Second Ivy dissatisfiedly kicked up mud and sand to bounce at Thunder Pili's legs. The Daisy Silly and the hungry ghost hooked my arms with their noses and helped me up. The Sterling rushed over, and the tender nose slapped Thunder Pili's nose with crackling sounds, and his mouth was still crying, blaming him for treating me so rudely.

Thunder Pili retracted his trunk helplessly, but his huge body was still like a moving wall. Wherever I went, it blocked me and prevented me from blending into the elephant herd. Its intentions were clearly written on its angry face. Despite being condemned by the elephants, it still insisted on its own opinion and didn't want me to go to the elephant graveyard with them. Old Ah Dai stood at the edge of the oil palm forest. I quickly jumped in front of it, hugged its trunk, gently patted its cheek rhythmically, and said to it in an excited and sincere tone, Old Ah Dai, I want to see you off to the end. Oh, did you hear me? I want to accompany you to the elephant graveyard. Although Asian elephants have wisdom tumors and cannot understand human language, I have a deep understanding through this period of contact with these white elephants. Although they cannot accurately understand the exact meaning of each syllable in the human language system, they have a complete emotional reception system that can receive your emotions from the changes in your intonation and the words that stick to your voice. The emotional component can sense your thoughts and emotions, and thus understand what you want to express. Although it is not 100% accurate, it can guess it to be almost right. Old A-Dai looked up at the night sky thoughtfully, then looked down at me, and sniffed my body up and down, as if verifying his identity, or conducting some kind of qualification review. I hugged its thighs tightly, put my face against it, expressing my sincere love and reluctance to let it leave. Finally, it hooked the tip of its nose, slowly nodded up and down at Thunder Pili, and let out a gentle roar. Thunder Pili lowered his nose discouragedly, turned and walked away from me.

Oh, I got the approval of Old Grayson, who agreed to let me go to the elephant cemetery to bury it. It was Old Grayson's funeral. Since Old Grayson agreed, although Thunder Pili was still unhappy, he couldn't express his opposition. After all, it wasn't your Thunder Pili's funeral. What qualifications do you have to stop me from going to the elephant cemetery? I think the reason why Old Grayson was able to break the restriction of the elephant society that prohibits members outside the family from going to the elephant cemetery is because during this period of time, I treated its nose and shoulder blades that were bitten by the Bengal tiger every day. Elephants are very grateful animals, and often repay a drop of water with a spring of water. It felt that it owed me a favor and had no way to repay it, so it agreed to my request. Going to the elephant cemetery to attend its funeral was also the final reward for me. I legitimately joined the white elephant family's marching team and followed them to the distant and mysterious elephant cemetery. We walked through woods, waded through rivers, climbed mountains, and crossed canyons. There were many sections that were steep and difficult to walk on, and there were dangers galore. I couldn't get through, so Lily White and the Second Aunt took turns to take care of me, either hooking my hands with their noses and supporting me over, or using the tip of their noses to push my waist and shove me over. When crossing the Lancang River, the river was up to my neck, it was dark and the waves were high, and the howling river wind made it impossible for me to stand steadily. Thunder Pili let me step on its nose to flip over to its back and carry me across the river.

When the morning star rose, I followed the white elephant family to the mouth of a mountain valley. Weeds, shrubs, vines, and trees of all sizes and heights formed a patchwork of plant communities, entangled and woven by thick and thin, long and short vines, forming an impenetrable tropical rain forest. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dead branches and leaves, and the rotten tree trunks were covered with moss, giving off a primitive atmosphere. Thunder Pili used his tusks to pick up the vines, his trunk to sweep away the branches, his hooves to trample down the spotted thatch, and his body to bend the small trees. Like a pioneer, he squeezed out a path in the dense old forest. We followed behind him, moving forward slowly and with difficulty. A hole was drilled in the dense forest, extending forward to become a peculiar green corridor. At dawn, we finally got through the primeval forest and arrived at the elephant's nest. The tomb is a stone pit with a diameter of about 20 meters and a depth of about 5 meters. It is located at the foot of the mountain. I don't know how this stone pit was formed. Maybe it is a basin-shaped crater left over from ancient times, or a depression formed by an earthquake, or a scar on the earth smashed by a meteorite. The stone pit is round and the walls are very steep. After the elephant goes down, it cannot climb up again. For the elephant, this is a natural grave. The bottom of the pit is covered with a layer of brown-red mountain soil, with some sparsely grown withered grass, and scattered with the gray-white bones of elephants and hideous skulls. I looked carefully and found that there were ivory hidden in the withered grass. Although they were eroded by mud and time, and the surface was mottled, I knew that ivory was the most corrosion-resistant. I just needed to grab a handful of grass and rub it hard a few times, and the ivory would immediately sparkle with a luxurious luster.

For humans, this is a long-hidden treasure. The White Elephant family stood at the edge of the stone pit, gazing at the remains of their ancestors in awe. A pair of ignorant turtledoves perched on an elephant skull, raised their tails, and excreted a pool of stinking bird droppings on the skull. Thunder Pili, Lily White, and the Second Ivy immediately rolled up the dirt and threw it over, chasing away the rebellious turtledoves. I think this is a bit like the human tomb-sweeping activity.