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As soon as Wen Ying, who was alone, walked into the dimly lit room, he saw an old man who was still compassionate despite his aging appearance, holding a string of sandalwood rosary beads in his hand.

At first his eyelids drooped slightly, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep.

But when Wen Ying found a futon in the corner of the room to sit down and waited patiently for him for a while, the aged master Hutuktu suddenly raised his head as if he had woken up and moved his eyes slowly , and spoke slowly to the young man in front of him in vague and muddy Chinese.

"God... Lord Tree?"

"Well, hello."

Nodding lightly, Wen Ying answered like this. Actually, Wen Ying was not surprised that this salsify, which can live to be 120 years old, has such a special ability, but as soon as he finished speaking, he could vaguely smell a kind of grassy smell in the room. open.

And just as he subconsciously looked around and frowned slightly, the master Hutuktu in front of him, like a static Buddha statue, burst into a kind and friendly smile.

"A radish that grows for 120 years will become a cousin of the snow lotus, and so will the seemingly ordinary salsify. People who have been haunted by demons in the past always come here to find me, because the taste of my juice can make their wounds heal. Bleeding, it's a pity that Shiva at the bottom of the mountain is about to wake up, she has no reason, there are many fierce and ignorant children, and she still holds the secret of the sky in her hands, I hope your arrival can bring the real spring to Gangren Pozzi, the sky here has been covered by dark clouds for too long."

Hutuktu's way of speaking is really just like what Wang Zhimo said before, not only is it difficult for people to understand what he means, but it also sounds more like a mouthful of legends.

If Jiang Shanglu is here now, he may have some ideas because he is relatively familiar with local legends and stories. However, Wen Ying's understanding of Tibetan culture itself is also limited, so he can only follow in silence for a while, and then focus on himself. At the end of the term, I actively asked the old man some questions,

"Then do you think such Lord Shiva is evil?"

"No one is born evil, everything was once one, and she also has her divinity and humanity." Hutuktu replied with a smile.

"But why do people in these temples get sick again? Are they even dying?" Wen Ying asked again.

"Who knows? Maybe only sickness can make people strong? You know, in the distant ancient times, rain could flood villages, wind could blow down trees, flowers and human houses, and thunder and lightning could easily kill people , can also cause fires on the ground, and primitive humans also regard them as demons and ghosts, so why don’t we say these things are evil now?”

"Because these things were unknown to the human society at that time? At that time, human beings were unable to fight against nature? But now nature is no longer mysterious and terrifying to human beings?" Wen Ying asked uncertainly One sentence.

"It's just like this. Unknown things will bring fear to people. After knowing the truth of certain things, people can face them better. In fact, everyone just needs a ruler and a scale. A record of the real Zhuan Jinglun, the process of human beings growing up is the process from giants to mayflies, all living beings, three thousand worlds, the life of all things is equally precious from the bottom of their hearts."

These meaningful words vaguely verified some of Wen Ying's guesses in his mind now. Hutuktu, who has evolved to this level, actually does not think that microorganisms should be completely eliminated, and it is very likely that microorganisms, a relatively unknown and mysterious race, What puzzles about the history of the earth's development and the secondary evolution of creatures are still hidden in the body.

Thinking about the mutation of those wild vultures again, Hutuktu, as a flying plant, can evolve to a slightly inferior brain than him, and the microbial population here is gradually spreading out in the air or in the clouds. The thoughtful Wen Ying's expression became more complicated.

"If it's convenient, can I ask you to use your strength to call those sedum fritillaria and Tibetan ginseng in the mountains, so that they can wake up from the soil early? The patients need a lot of medicinal materials for treatment. The only medicinal material merchant in Kepulan County Sanger went to Lhasa and hasn’t come home yet, and his wife is also sick here, no one can help to inform, and there is no way to relieve the pain, they may not last long, inflammation and pain are the most terrible devils.”

Of course, Hutuktu’s reasonable request, Wen Ying, would not refuse, but awakening or ripening a large number of medicinal plants in an entire area at one time would have a great impact on him personally, and he would also need to overdraw a lot of tree-shaped plants. Only the nutrition stored in himself can do it, and thinking like this, he only raised his eyes and nodded at Hutuktu in front of him, and replied in a softer tone,

"Well, I'll tell them."

"Thank you, Shenshu, no one is more selfless and merciful than you. I see God's tolerance and tree's wisdom in you at the same time."

Putting his hands together, he bowed his head reverently and thanked Wen Ying. Hutuktu's exaggerated words made Wen Ying still not used to it, so he casually said a few more words before politely slowing down from the inside. Backed out slowly.

After leaving the small Buddhist hall in Hutuktu, Ye Ku and Wang Zhimo, who were still sitting and talking outside, had gone to take care of the patients again.

Through the curtain covered with mysterious patterns of Tantric Buddhism, Wen Ying glanced at the Tibetans who were lying on the ground mourning and screaming, and the tired and pale Wang Zhimo and Ye Ku, and then he looked back with a complicated expression. He didn't bother them any more, and thought about the growth positions of certain plants that he had silently memorized when he went up the mountain, and then walked out slowly by himself and opened the temple gate.

It was already noon outside the temple, although the wind was not strong, but a little smell of mountains and trees could be vaguely smelled.

Wen Ying was thinking like this in her heart, she stood at the gate of the temple and slowly closed her eyes, and took advantage of the gust of mountain wind that just rose from the top of the mountain to scatter tens of thousands of pollen from her phoenix tree.

When he felt the voices of countless mountains and forests responding to him one by one by his ears, the pure white phoenix petals swirled gently by the wind and surrounded him from head to toe. The white-haired young man moved his light-colored lips for a long time.

And the songs that came out slowly from his voice, which were very light and faint, but only belonged to the humming of the Phoenix flower, seemed to have spread to far, far away places through endless mountains.

[Mountain flowers are fragile, they are caught for food. 】

[Phoenixes are fragile, they are caught for food. 】

[The moon is burning brightly, it does not enter my belly. 】

[Poor winter and poor wilderness, give spring Xiaoyu. 】

【Whispering and whistling, accompanied by the sound of the wind. 】

【The howling spring, all things are revived. 】*

The singing of the phoenix flower of this tree woke up half of the mountain at once. For a while, no matter whether they were awake or not in the frozen soil on the top of Mount Kailash, they all jumped from the soft and frozen The soil is scrambling to get its head out.

Fritillaria, Tibetan ginseng, Gastrodia elata, and snow lotus quietly blooming in the unmelted snow pit. Wherever the wind blows on the top of the mountain, the laziness of the plants will yawn.

After finishing all this, he slightly raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows. The noble and beautiful young man was standing there and was about to turn around and go back to the temple, but he suddenly felt a very strange feeling along his spine. After a moment, Wen Ying, whose expression changed dramatically, almost lost his footing, only had time to turn around in panic and look down the mountain, and muttered again with a pale face and nervousness.

"Little Lu?"

……

Xie Qin with an indifferent expression went back to his car after notifying his assistant Xiao Zhang that he was going to go up the mountain.

His complexion was still not very good, which made the small young man who was sitting in the car waiting for him to come back a little nervous, but subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but Xie Qin frowned and signaled him not to, the small young man seemed a little nervous I asked a question.

"Mr. Xie, do you have altitude sickness? Do you want to rest in Taqin for a while..."

"Need not."

Shaking his head indifferently, he leaned back on the chair and did not move. Xie Qin's thin, pale neck and this fragile and sensitive posture with his eyes closed easily reminded the small young man of a man he had arrived at. There are still people who are still in my heart.

It's just that Xie Qin, who is almost fifty this year, is going to be much older, and he is a serious scientist, so he seems to have a more senior sense. The gorgeous appearance, sometimes it is really like a beautiful flower that makes people reluctant to touch.

And embarrassedly despised himself, and then hurriedly forced himself to stop thinking about it, the toad wanted to eat the meat of the male swan all day long, the small young man with a depressed expression thought about it and looked around carefully, and lowered his voice Said to Xie Qin who was silent beside him,

"...Our people in the capital have come into contact with the teacher in the nursing home. He seems to be in good spirits, and his leg problems are not serious. It was really helpful for you, Wen Tianming and Yao Donglin to move around on purpose. Those who go--"

"You don't need to report so much to me. I don't care too much about Xiao Ao's life and death. If he hadn't helped my mother in the early years to keep her alive, I have been outside for half my life. People don't want to interfere with their government affairs. It's about fighting... But if he can't keep his promise to me after he comes out this time, I will still inform Wen Tianming and Yao Donglin to send him back, an old lunatic who can pretend better than anyone else."

I don't know how many times I have heard Xie Qin mention the promise between him and Xiao Ao. Zong Mingyuan is just passing the word back and forth, so he doesn't know exactly how Xiao Ao traded with him, and what the content is.

It's just that sometimes even he has to lament Xiao Ao's foresight and foresight, at least he prepared this move early before Xie Qin officially returned to the country, and Zong Mingyuan really didn't expect it at all.

Thinking that Xie Qin's real position is not clear now, and that he is only willing to help Xiao Ao and him because of a private agreement before, Zong Mingyuan is inexplicably worried that he will temporarily turn his back on the water.

And Xie Qin didn't seem to care what he was thinking at all, so he just put away the cigarette packs and throat lozenges in the car carefully and meticulously, and raised his eyes thoughtfully Chongzong Mingyuan opened the mouth and said,

"Is Xiao Ao sure that Wen Ying will definitely come here?"

"...Probably, after all, he was the one who notified the military headquarters that something would happen to Gang Rinpoche. According to the specific time calculation, his people must be on the mountain by now."

"Well, if you can control him, everything will be easy to handle. In addition to the relief medicine, I brought a lot of plant poison this time. I used it from the military supplies before, but the first year old is still with him now. Yeah?"

Hearing Xie Qin suddenly mention Jiang Shanglu, Zong Mingyuan was obviously taken aback. In fact, he asked himself that he had always cared about Xiao Ao who had been kind to him in nurturing him, but when he came to this question, he was a little hesitant, and his expression was complicated After nodding his head as an answer to Xie Qin's question, Zong Mingyuan only watched Xie Qin frown in displeasure, and commented lightly,

"Being willing to degenerate, he has his own reasons for helping his biological father. It is no wonder that Xiao Ao has the heart to clean up the house if he wants to help such a harmful monster."

As soon as he scolded Wen Ying and Jiang Shanglu, Zong Mingyuan didn't dare to refute. He could only echo with a few words with a dry smile. After all, this Researcher Xie just looked like a gentleman, privately People with better personalities than Xiao Ao and Wen Tianming couldn't be served much.

It's just that from Xie Qin's words, he also vaguely heard that after the last incident, neither the animal nor plant government announced the specific information of Jiang Shanglu.

People like Xie Qin who have direct contact with the high-level people on both sides don't even know who Jiang Shanglu is, the first year old. This may be some kind of protective measure that Wen Ying left for his lover before he left, otherwise Zong Mingyuan really can't think of it. There will never be a second person to do this.

With such thoughts in mind, Zong Mingyuan, who now uses a pseudonym and doesn't look very eye-catching, followed Xie Qin and his group of nearly a dozen people to Mount Kailash near Taqin an hour later. .

On the way, he obviously felt that Xie Qin was very nervous about his itinerary, and he looked impatient to solve everything assigned to him by the military department and Xiao Ao immediately, and then quickly return to the capital.

But after they drove the off-road vehicle up along the usual route of tourists going around the mountain, about three hours later, something that Zong Mingyuan never expected happened suddenly.

And when the Tibetan father and daughter who forcibly stopped their car led them nervously, they saw the man in red lying motionless on his side, with terrifying bloodstains and scratches on his face and neck. Finally, Zong Mingyuan, who was standing at the back and poking his head, almost fainted.

"Please, kind people, please help me take a look at this injured gentleman. My daughter and I just encountered a group of vultures. This gentleman chased us from behind and helped us drive away those demons. But I don't know what's going on, he was talking to us just now, and suddenly he fell down, as if he hadn't breathed..."

"...It's not that exaggerated, it's just a bit of a fever. Except for no injuries on the face, it should have passed out due to exhaustion. We brought a lot of medicine. I guarantee that his life will not be in any danger."

He casually comforted the two Tibetans who were crying and talking, that Xie Qin, who is still kind and kind, would not be so cruel that he would die in such a small daily matter.

It's just that when he squatted down with the help of his assistant Xiao Zhang and was about to take off the strange man's clothes to see if there were any other wounds on his body, Xie Qin, who had a rather indifferent expression, inadvertently glanced at the man The black poppy pattern on the thin neck has not completely dissipated.

At that moment, Xie Qin's expression froze immediately, he almost forgot that he was still in front of such a large group of people, and his trembling fingers fully showed the excitement and tension in his heart at the moment.

He couldn't be sure that this must be his long-lost family, but he had never seen this beautiful and strange poppy pattern on anyone other than his mother.

It's just that in this uncivilized deep mountain, there is actually this kind of person who can kill a group of ferocious vultures by himself without much injury. Xie Qin has to think carefully even if he is excited in his heart at the moment. Consider the great danger that this person himself presents.

And after thinking about it for a while, Xie Qin with a thoughtful expression only lowered his head to signal Xiao Zhang to take out a needle for plant anesthesia from the things they brought, and carefully supported Jiang Shanglu's wrist along his skin After pushing down the blue veins little by little, he slowly hugged Jiang Shanglu who was in his arms like a nervous and worried elder brother.

"Go and tidy up the back seat of the car. The three of you go and sit in the car behind. Let him... he can have a good rest, Li Zong, help me take care of him."

Li Zong is Zong Mingyuan's pseudonym now, although Xie Qin's face has become a little strange since Xie Qin showed that strange enthusiasm for Jiang Shanglu, but because he wants to know why Jiang Shanglu appeared here alone, So he nodded quickly and followed the car.

After opening the car door and looking at Xie Qin, he put Jiang Shanglu, who was obviously unconscious at the moment, but he could see that he should have been doing well recently, and his complexion had improved by more than a little, gently put beside him.

Seeing this scene, Zong Mingyuan, who tried his best to maintain his composure and followed him, suddenly became a little happy for him for some reason, so happy that he almost cried.

And seeing that there was no one in the car, he dared to take a look at him openly. This timid and small young man took a long time to look away, his eyes were red, and he blinked his moist eyes with a look of jealousy and unwillingness. said to himself,

"Sure enough, people still have to be with the person they like to be like this. When they fall asleep, they have a face that they are living every day and life is very happy... But where did that dead man go to me, and if he doesn't come back, I will Just hid his flowers, so careless and sloppy, I hate it..."