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Wu Xie took her little brother to meet Fatty in Medog. According to the express delivery address and after inquiring, they finally found the post office.

Wuxie grinned, and the fat man asked him in confusion: "What's the matter? Do you know him?"

"This is where I saw the painting. Everything is back on track." Wuxie restrained her smile: "Let's go in and ask for some hot tea."

"Send what?" asked the boy.

Wuxie first asked for some hot water to drink, and then took out her mobile phone to show the painting to the waiter.

"I've seen this painting before, but it seems to have been lost recently. I don't know who took it."

The fat man asked him: "Do you know who painted it?"

The clerk casually pointed in the direction and said, "Look for the guy named Chen over there. He painted it. Do you want to send something yet?"

Wuxie: "Send it later, we are a big customer, don't worry."

Wuxie knew who this guy was talking about. He had only met him once briefly back then, but now he couldn't remember what he looked like.

The fat man was a Sheniu after all. He just shouted and found the person from the boiler.

Chen said: "This painting was made by an old monk from the Lama Temple, who said he could see cause and effect. If you want to go, I can lead the way."

The fat man simply waved his hand and said no need. We are all familiar with this road. Wu Xie knew that he was used to saving money, so he subconsciously wanted to spend less money. From this point of view, the fat man suffered a lot during his retirement period.

There is a snow-capped mountain in the distance, and you can vaguely see buildings in the snow-capped mountains. They are Lama temples. I have been there a few years ago.

In this operation, Wuxie also brought two guys with him. It is better to say that they were brought by him, but it was really arranged by his second uncle.

The fat man stated the facts and said: "The road is not easy to walk. If you fall, you will fall into the snow nest. There is a risk of death. Are you sure you want to follow?"

Wuxie: "Second uncle just asked you to look at me, and didn't ask you to sacrifice your life. There is only one way down the mountain. You can see it directly when you come back."

The waiter looked at each other and said, "Master, please don't embarrass us. We won't hinder you from doing things. Just say hello when you leave."

Before parting, the waiter gave Wuxie a whistle. Once the whistle was blown, they knew it was time to gather together.

The little brother was leading the way, and the fat man was behind, putting Wu Xie in the middle. This formation was formed subconsciously over many years. Sometimes Wuxie thinks he can be the one in front, but Fatty disagrees and says he is unreliable.

After walking for a long time, we finally arrived at the Lama Temple. Nothing has changed from a few years ago. It is still an extremely dilapidated temple door, very small, the wooden door is only half a person wide, but behind it is a small courtyard. The snow has been swept away, revealing many stone mills, stone tables and chairs. At the end of the courtyard, there is a house built against the mountain. The house extends upwards with no end, which is quite spectacular.

After entering, there were several young lamas warming themselves by the fire. When they saw someone coming, their expressions were indifferent and they did not get up to greet them. The fat man muttered: "They are so strange."

Weird? Wu Xie thought to himself, except when the little brother came, they lined up to welcome him, when had this not happened?

Wuxie first met the old lama and explained the reason for coming again.

The old lama said: "The portrait... seems to have happened before. I can't remember clearly. How many of you can stay here first? Is this the same room as before?"

Wuxie nodded, the previous room would be fine.

After the fat man left the old lama's room, he said, "Have we been here before? I seem to have some impression, but it feels like a dream. Innocent, please tell me quickly."

Wuxie asked him strangely: "Isn't your body memory fused? We have been here before, and we entered the bronze door once and saw the ultimate. After we came out, we had a tattoo on our body. You don't remember any of this?"

The fat man knocked on his head: "I seem to have some impression, but it's a bit blurry. It doesn't matter, I've seen him before. Then where are we going? Why are you so familiar with the road? It seems like we are visiting your back garden."