Revolution in the depths of the soul

Zhan Xing: "Little Master, how have you been recently?"

Lin Jingfeng: "Why did you come here?"

Zhan Xing: "You answer me, and I answer you."

Lin Jingfeng never took off his sunglasses, and said after a long time: "Who is with you? Your second uncle hired bodyguards for you?"

Zhan Xing asked, "What are you doing here?"

They each asked their own questions, and they were unwilling to answer each other's words.

In the end, Lin Jingfeng sighed: "I'm here to carry out Master's task, and you, why don't you go home? It's been agreed before."

Zhan Xing said: "I don't really want to go back. Maybe I can meet you in China. Once I go back to New York, we are separated by the Pacific Ocean. Maybe we will never see each other again."

Lin Jingfeng said in a low voice: "China is so big, it's impossible to tell who you meet in the vast sea of ​​people."

Zhan Xing smiled and said, "Isn't this meeting again?"

The white snow stretches for thousands of miles, Zhan Xing took a step forward, Lin Jingfeng said coldly: "Little bitch, don't come here, I'm not your master anymore."

Zhan Xing asked again: "Why don't you go home and go to help your master?"

Lin Jingfeng said lightly: "I have never had a home."

Zhan Xing said: "Sister-in-law Bin said that you have returned to the teacher's school, is that true?"

Lin Jingfeng immediately frowned: "Sister Bin? How did you meet her?"

Zhan Xing: "Sister-in-law Bin is with us, she signed up to be a local guide, responsible for leading the team to Ali, and separated from us in the blizzard..."

Lin Jingfeng said in a serious voice: "When I saw her, tell her that Xiao Shuang is still alive and has already taken refuge with the old man. This matter is not something she can interfere with. Don't worry about me, go back immediately."

Zhan Xing was confused, and asked again: "What do you mean?"

Lin Jingfeng asked back: "In the undersea tomb, is the stone given to you by General Mao still on you?"

Zhan Xing said, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Zhan Xing took out the square stone from his pocket, with a slightly hesitant expression, Lin Jingfeng said: "Give it to me, you promised to give it to me."

Zhan Xing frowned and looked at Lin Jingfeng, Lin Jingfeng took out something from the pocket of the windbreaker, it was the white jade dragon pattern pendant: "I will exchange this with you."

Zhan Xing said disappointedly: "No need, the stone will be given to you."

Zhan Xing thought that Lin Jingfeng came here to see him, Lin Jingfeng understood what Zhan Xing was thinking after thinking for a while, and said in a low voice: "Xiaojian, this thing is very important, leaving it to you will only cause trouble for you." Necessary trouble."

Zhan Xing slowly moved forward, and Lin Jingfeng said again: "Don't come over."

Zhan Xing said, "I... I won't go over, I'll put it on the ground, is that okay?"

Lin Jingfeng felt an indescribable sadness in his heart.

Zhan Xing took a few steps forward and was about to put down the square stone when Huo Hu's voice sounded from behind.

"That thing is not yours." Huo Hu said coldly.

Lin Jingfeng pulled out the Desert Eagle and pulled the safety catch. Huo Hu carried a nearly meter long Tibetan knife on his shoulder without any fear.

"Who are you?" Lin Jingfeng said in a deep voice, "There is no one like you in Huomen."

Huo Hu looked at Lin Jingfeng's sunglasses calmly: "I won't kill you, you go, don't try to get anything that doesn't belong to you, or you will be killed."

Lin Jingfeng said coldly: "Do you want to use a Tibetan knife to compete with my pistol?"

Huo Hu raised his thick eyebrows provocatively: "Want to try?"

After the words fell, Huo Hu shot out like lightning!

Zhan Xing said: "Don't shoot!"

Huo Hu rushed in the snow, Lin Jingfeng pulled back, Zhan Xing felt a blur in front of his eyes, Huo Hu even scabbard, sparked snow all over the sky where Lin Jingfeng first landed.

Huo Hu knelt down on one knee, and slowly pulled out the Tibetan knife.

Zhan Xing said: "Wait!"

Lin Jingfeng didn't say anything more, and with a simple move, he keenly judged that the person in front of him was not someone he could deal with with his bare hands, let alone shoot his friend in front of Zhan Xing, so he put away the Desert Eagle, turned around a few He ran quickly, and then disappeared behind the rock.

Huo Hu stood tall, fisted with both hands, holding the Tibetan knife flat, and put the unsheathed knife back into the sheath.

Zhan Xing stood in the snow and didn't speak for a while.

Lin Jingfeng came and left in a hurry.

Huo Hu said, "Go back."

After Lin Jingfeng rushed to the cliff, he took off his sunglasses, got on the motorcycle and turned the handle, the rear wheel was blowing up the snow, made a circle amidst the ear-shattering roar, and drove on the Laza Highway, away in the dust.

After taking off the sunglasses, Lin Jingfeng's eyes were red with tears, which were blown away by the wind, and the hot tears fell into the cold wind, turning into ice in an instant.

Zhan Xing said, "If you don't go back, you won't be able to sleep."

Huo Hu said: "Then let's take a walk around? Brother will accompany you."

Zhan Xing suggested: "Let's go pee, don't you want to pee after drinking so much milk?"

Huo Hu: "No pee, no pee."

Zhan Xing insisted on urinating, Huo Hu insisted not to urinate, and finally said: "Go by yourself."

Huo Hu followed behind Zhan Xing, stuck out his tongue, followed Lin Jingfeng's footsteps and walked towards the back of the cliff, as if looking for his breath.

There is a small road behind the rock, and a line of continuous footprints stretches to the top of the mountain.

Huo Hu said, "Who is that person?"

Zhan Xing replied, "It's my little master."

Zhan Xing walked aimlessly, and at the same time told Huo Hu in detail what happened since he returned to China. Huo Hu was like a family member, but he didn't have the habit of every family member teaching him. It was rare for Zhan Xing to meet someone who could tell the truth. Therefore, he told the whole process of getting to know Lin Jingfeng.

Zhan Xing finally sighed: "I think he treats me very well. He asked me what I like about him? Can I tell what I like? There's no such thing as why you like someone, isn't there?"

"I think he is handsome and cool, and he takes good care of me, so I like it. Of course, Brother Hu, you are also handsome and cool, but I don't feel that way, so it can be seen..."

Huo Hu flattered him politely: "Thank you, Zhan Xing, you are also handsome and cool."

The corner of Zhan Xing's mouth twitched. Although he inherited the good looks of his two fathers, he knew that he had nothing to do with "cool", and said, "So it can be seen that there is no reason for liking this kind of thing."

Huo Hu nodded, maintaining the good quality of a loyal listener - no comment.

Zhan Xing: "You know how to drink milk! Say something more!"

Huo Hu gave up the milk carton in his hand: "How about some? I don't think Yili's is as good as Mengniu's."

Zhan Xing drooped his head: "Is this the first love? The legendary first love doomed to fail?"

Huo Hu said: "You are still very young."

Zhan Xing said unhappily: "Everyone says this, you will meet better ones in the future... Even Jingfeng himself said the same, hey..."

At the end of the mountain road, there is a temple on a low mountainside.

Going up again is a cliff dead end.

"Is there a temple here?" Zhan Xing asked in surprise.

The temple was dilapidated, the door collapsed in the wind and snow, and the blizzard almost filled up the small half of the temple.On a bright snowy night, one can vaguely see a star of butter lamps in the temple like beans.

Is there anyone else in the temple? !

Zhan Xing walked through the collapsed courtyard wall, Huo Hu stood outside the door and stopped.

Huo Hu said: "Go in and have a look? Maybe you can learn something."

There is a clay sculpture in the temple, most of the gold paint has been removed, and an old lama with his eyes closed is sitting in the main hall, wearing a red cassock and an orange cotton hat.

What kind of Buddha is this?Zhan Xing stood in the middle of the empty and dusty hall, looking up at the Buddha statue.

The old lama said, "This is the Dharma image of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva."

Exhibition line: "!!!"

Zhan Xing had no idea that in a dilapidated temple on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, there was an old lama who could speak Beijing accent and putonghua very accurately!

"Do you speak Mandarin?"

The old lama still closed his eyes, sitting in the shadows, not even intending to open his eyes to see Zhan Xing.

Zhan Xing looked at the prayer flags behind the Buddha statue, and the old lama slowly read a line of Tibetan, explaining: "Everything is for your use, but not yours. This is a motto of Tibetan Buddhism."

The exhibition was shocked again!

In the dream, when the auspicious King Kong drew his bow without arrows, the last sentence he said to Mie Buddha Zan Prandama was this sentence!

A strong sense of inconceivability surged in Zhan Xing's heart. Buddhism pays attention to fate, and it seems that all things in the world are indeed connected to each other in the dark.

Zhan Xing glanced at the Buddha statue, wondering if he should invest some money in sesame oil. The old lama said slowly: "Always have good thoughts in your heart, you don't need money, just light a butter lamp."

Zhan Xing once heard from his father Lu Shaorong that there are "five eyes" and "six connections" in Tibetan Tantric Buddhism.Liutong is also known as "Six Divine Abilities", which are divided into "Tianyantong, Tianertong, Shenzutong, Leujintong, Fatetong, and Other Hearttong".And the old trumpet in front of him may have practiced the Dharma of "other minds", and he can see his own thoughts clearly at a glance like a mirror.

Immediately, Zhan Xing didn't dare to play tricks anymore, put away his joking thoughts, clasped his hands together, and lit a butter lamp in an orderly manner.

After lighting the lamp, the old lama said again: "There is always kindness in your heart, but don't be attached to it, because the separation of all things is inevitable. Go, child."

Zhan Xing took a deep breath and asked, "Where are you going?"

The old lama said: "Follow your heart, you will find your own place."

Zhan Xing frowned, stopped talking, and walked out of the ruined temple.

Huo Hu had been standing in the courtyard staring at Zhan Xing. Seeing him come out now, he handed the knife to his left hand, his eyes were meaningful, and he asked, "Are you asking about your feelings? What did he say?"

Zhan Xing stuck out his tongue and said, "Don't play if I can't afford it."

Zhan Xing always felt that this temple was a bit strange, so he took another look when he went down the mountain.

When the wind and snow subsided down the mountain, Dean Li's car followed the road and finally found them. A group of students were filled with righteous indignation and accused Zhan Xing of acting alone again.

Li Bin reprimanded him loudly, and Zhan Xing said, "Don't be so excited, I just went up the mountain for a walk and lit a butter lamp in the temple."

"Up to the mountain? Is there a temple on the mountain?" Chen Luoluo asked suspiciously.

"That's right." Zhan Xing said, "There is an old lama in the temple. It is said that what is enshrined is a big persimmon... Big Persimmon Bodhisattva! Are you going to see it?"

Chen Luoluo said: "There is only an ancient temple that was abandoned more than 600 years ago on the mountainside. Where did the lama come from?"

Exhibition line: "..."

Chen Luoluo noticed the problem vigilantly: "When did you go? Impossible!"

Zhan Xing swore: "Absolutely! If you don't believe me, come with me! It's only half an hour away!"

Zhan Xing led everyone up the mountain and back to the ruined temple.

The door was broken and concealed, the footprints of Zhan Xing and the dust around the futon in the temple were still there, but the temple was empty, and the old lama disappeared.

Zhan Xing immediately shuddered: "Impossible! He was still here just now!"

Chen Luoluo asked: "What is the old lama like? You can understand Tibetan?"

Zhan Xing: "He can speak Mandarin, but he still speaks a Beijing accent."

Huo Hu remained silent all the time. Chen Luoluo checked in the temple and found that the wick of the butter lamp was still emitting green smoke, so he immediately understood.

Zhan Xing: "Who is that? Do you know Lama?"

Chen Luoluo took off the snow glasses and said, "Let's go, don't ask any more."

Gongji, together with his sons and students, pushed the stalled jeep onto the road, bid farewell to everyone at nine o'clock in the morning, and the scientific expedition team set off again.

Zhan Xing leaned against the car window, all he thought about was Lin Jingfeng.

A dark black windbreaker, a glimpse, where is he going?Lin Jingfeng seemed to have changed a lot, he was more handsome and ruthless than before.He didn't hear Lin Jingfeng say again: "Little bitch, come here."

Instead, "Little bitch, don't come here."

Xiao Shuang is still alive, Zhan Xing and Lin Jingfeng are completely useless, what Lin Jingfeng said is true, they are people from two worlds, even if they intersect temporarily, they will eventually separate.

Zhan Xing sent a short message to Chen Luoluo: [Little Master said, Xiao Shuang is still alive. ] Chen Luoluo replied after a long time: [Understood, live your life well. ] Mrs. Bin, Lin Jingfeng, the old lama, everyone told him not to take a step forward, as if there was an abyss in front of him.Zhan Xing couldn't help but wonder, is there such a thing as fate in the world?

Half an hour later, Huo Hu hiccupped, so Zhan Xiaojian's content made a 180-degree turn. Lin Jingfeng's handsome appearance automatically switched to Huo Hu's thick and long star cannon.

Two jeeps were parked in the middle of the wilderness three miles west of Zanda County. Chen Luoluo led the team, and the students unloaded supplies and walked on foot.

Chen Luoluo stopped in her tracks: "Big man, won't you help?"

Huo Hu pushed the sunglasses back, and put on another pair for Zhan Xing, so as not to hurt his eyes from the reflection of the snow, he said naturally, "I didn't come to be a coolie."

Chen Luoluo looked at the small box of milk under Huo Hu's side: "It's hard to hire the locals this season, so they help to transport things up the mountain, and the students can't bear it physically. Do you like milk? I'll give you a box when you go back. "

Huo Hu's eyebrows twitched: "Don't have melamine, it will make you crazy after drinking it."

Chen Luoluo nodded, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and successfully pushed Huo Hu away, Zhan Xing followed silently at the end of the team, walking up the mountain.

Chen Luoluo whispered, "What else did Lin San tell you?"

Zhan Xing shook his head, looking into Chen Luoluo's eyes from behind the sunglasses.

Zhan Xing: "You are here to persuade Jingfeng, am I right?"

Chen Luoluo was slightly taken aback, and then said: "Not exactly, the old man is a very sinister person, Lin San shouldn't have gone back, it was my fault at the beginning, I didn't realize that the list of looking for the Buddha bone was sent by him, and it hurt you all." A trap."

Zhan Xing let out a sigh of relief, stood in the snow, and said, "If he thinks this is good, I have no reason to interfere."

Chen Luoluo took off the snow goggles, looked at Zhan Xing carefully, and vaguely felt that Zhan Xing seemed to be different from the previous few meetings.

"Lin San has already attracted the attention of the Chinese police. I guess someone will chase here soon." Chen Luoluo said, "I investigated in detail before I came here. The situation is very complicated now. The Chinese special police, the old man, and you, Guge might cause a lot of trouble."

Zhan Xing said, "How do you know?"

Chen Luoluo said in a low voice: "After you left, some of them chased Wei Bin and me into the store, trying to arrest me, but I threw them away."

Zhan Xing had a flash of inspiration: "Is it the reason for making the chimes?"

Chen Luoluo shook his head hesitantly, Zhan Xing asked again: "What kind of person is your master?"

Chen Luoluo said in a deep voice: "It's hard to describe." Then he shouted: "Students, the terrain here is suitable for camping! Please gather!"

"900 years ago, western Tibet civilization originated in the Xiangquan River Basin. The model of the ancient kingdom of Zhangzhung you see in the photos is the predecessor of the Guge Kingdom." Dean Li explained to several students: "At the beginning, Lang Dama The end of the era of extermination of Buddha brought the entire Tibetan Buddhism to near extinction, and Lang Dama was shot and killed by another monk, Lalung Beji Dorje, and the Tubo Dynasty split into two factions.”

"The two factions each supported one of his sons and started a melee that lasted for a hundred years. In the end, King Sun De Zugun led a group of Tibetans and migrated to the Xiangquan River Basin, which is the Guge ruins we see today. "

On the mountain facing Dean Li, there are countless cave dwellings built against the mountain, one after another, covering an area of ​​[-] to [-] hectares, and the cave dwellings are connected to each other.

"The Guge site lasted for more than six hundred years, and finally disappeared quietly. All the people left here overnight."

Zhan Xing followed Dean Li up the mountain, and suddenly said, "It's similar to some previous civilizations."

"Yes." Professor Yang is in his sixties, but his physique is still young, and he said enthusiastically: "Lao Li also mentioned that ancient civilizations such as Atlantis and Maya disappeared overnight, which is very similar to the situation in Guge. "

Dean Li said: "Some time ago, Tibetans in Zanda County were grazing here and found an entrance to an underground city in the Guge Kingdom. According to the preliminary judgment from the photos taken back, this entrance is comparable to the time when the Guge Kingdom was founded. That is to say, this is the underground palace dug out by the founding monarch De Zugun in service of the civilians. Maybe during this scientific expedition, we can find some kind of connection between civilizations."

"Let's take a look at the Guge ruins first, and then head to the underground palace tomorrow. The entrance is just west of here."

Zhan Xing took out his mobile phone to take pictures. The ruins of Guge were built on the hillside, and they were divided into three parts: the Red Hall on the west slope, the White Hall on the east, and the Central Hall of Reincarnation.Although the murals have been around for nearly a thousand years, they are still very well maintained. The weather here is dry, and the high mountains block the humidity from the western Indian Ocean.

The cave dwellings are connected one by one, like the splendid Potala Palace, which is the embryonic form of Tibetan mountain architecture.Most of the murals are Tantric exercises for both men and women, and dozens of naked dakinis are located under the murals.

Those are the ancient legends of Tibetan Buddhism, and Dean Li explained them as he went forward.

"Now we are going to the most incredible place in the Guge Kingdom." Dean Li turned on the flashlight and illuminated both sides of the passage: "The deepest part of this place is a cave for hiding corpses. It has been 100 years since the ancient civilization was discovered. For many years, almost no one was able to solve the mystery."

The girls immediately got hairy on their backs. Li Bin was bold and tried to ask, "Is it the headless corpse cave?"

Professor Yang nodded with a smile and said, "It is indeed a headless corpse cave. Please don't worry, there is no curse here. Many scholars have entered, and they all got out safely without exception."

Walking into the depths of the secret passage, a stench came to the face, and everyone covered their noses.

Although Zhan Xing was not too afraid, he faithfully followed Chen Luoluo's orders and never left Huo Hu.

The cave was full of corpses. The corpses were wrapped in Tibetan-style collarless robes and neatly folded. The cave was very deep, with a space of nearly [-] square meters. Where Dean Li's flashlight illuminated, corpses were stacked one upon another.There are male corpses and female corpses. The climate is dry, and the corpses are decomposing at an extremely slow speed. For more than six hundred years, many of the thousands of corpses are well preserved.

All corpses have one thing in common - the absence of a head.

Zhan Xing asked, "Where did their heads go?"

"I don't know." Professor Yang replied: "This place is listed as one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the Tibetan area. What we see now is a total of 440 headless corpses stacked on the top of the pit, and there are 40 more under the pit." According to the archaeological report [-] years ago, the age of the corpses was nearly a thousand years ago, which is very rare, and the pile of corpses can be well preserved."

Zhan Xing looked at it for a while and thought it was all right, but some girls at the back of the line started to vomit, so Dean Li led them out of the secret passage and walked to another room.

"This is where the baby's corpse is placed." Professor Yang introduced.

Zhan Xing and several students turned on the flash and started taking pictures.

In another spacious cave dwelling, there are thousands of Buddhist niches, each of which is fixed with a disc of clay sculpture. The small one is only as big as a palm, and the large one is as big as a dinner plate. Many sculptures are carved on the clay plate. The Buddha statues are all Indian Buddhas that Zhan Xing can't name.

"This kind of clay plate is a unique form of preservation of gods in Hinduism, Tibetan Buddhism and other religions. It is called 'chacha' in the local dialect. It has images of Vairocana Buddha, Tara, Vajra, etc...Mr. Huo, please do not destroy Artifacts!"

Huo Hu reached out to remove a clay plate from a Buddhist altar and asked, "What is this?"

Professor Yang looked at it for a long time, and said in amazement: "This is...a man with long hair, Lao Li, come and see, is he in the Buddha statue?"

Dean Li took a look and said, "This is Langda Mazamp, logically...should not appear here."

Huo Hu put it back again, and the students spread out to take pictures. There were baby corpses under the altar, so Zhan Xing moved closer with his mobile phone.

The baby's body was completely black, staring at Zhan Xing with cloudy eyes.

"Don't take pictures." Huo Hu blocked the phone lens with his broad palm: "Be careful to disturb the ghost."

As soon as Huo Hu spoke, everyone was terrified, and retreated after taking the photos.

"What do you think is in the underground palace?" Zhan Xing asked Dean Li.

Dean Li shook his head: "This is the ultimate goal of our trip. The entrance of the underground palace is in the east branch of the Himalayas, and half of it is on the border of China. According to the detection of underground sound waves, a considerable part of the underground area has already extended to the border between China and India. This archaeological Actions are prone to controversy, so we do not support the entry of a large number of archaeological teams."

Professor Yang added: "According to speculation, it should be before Delgon established Guge, because the age of the gate is longer than that of the outer cities of Guge, so it is likely to store what Delgon brought, which originally belonged to the Langdama Dynasty. some old stuff."

Zhan Xing suddenly remembered the inference that Dean Li put forward for the first time at Sun Liang's house-recognition of Tibet, so they guessed like this?It seems that it is not easy to play archaeology. In this way, things are clearly connected in my mind.

Lang Dama destroys Buddha, destroys all temples and Buddha statues——The monks hide the scrolls, consciousness, etc. in some utensils——Lang Dama was assassinated, and civil strife began in the Tubo Dynasty——Lang Dama’s grandson Delgon took the Tantric treasures away to Zanda, established the Guge Dynasty, and buried the ancient treasures in the underground palace in the Himalayas.

"Do you think there will be consciousness in it? Is it the consciousness of an eminent monk? Soul reincarnation or something like that?" Huo Hu asked interestingly.

Chen Luoluo picked up the words: "Not necessarily, it may be something else, such as the bow of the auspicious Vajra..."

As soon as Chen Luoluo opened his mouth, Zhan Xing couldn't help but gag: "There is also the foot wrap of the Big Persimmon Bodhisattva..."

Chen Luoluo gave Zhan Xing a white look: "If you are captured by the evil spirits, the persimmon cake... Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva will not bless you."

Huo Hu thought for a while, and then said: "It is said that Lang Dama's saber and the bow that Jixiang King Kong used to shoot him did not fall in the end."

Professor Yang joked: "That's true. Some people say that the eldest son of Lang Dama inherited all his treasures, and the youngest son got the bow and Tibetan knife, which were finally passed on to Delgon. However, there has never been any unearthed information about these two weapons. records, so it is very likely that it is hidden in the Himalayan underground palace.”

Zhan Xing and Huo Hu's eyes were piercing, and they began to brainstorm the legend of the ultimate magic weapon in the RPG game.

Exhibiting thoughts:

Wearing armor, Zhan Xing stood majestically on the summit of the Himalayas, pulled the legendary bow of the auspicious Vajra, and shot through the sky with one arrow!

KO!The master of the great devil Lin Jingfeng (name unknown, codenamed Big Boss) was shot down!

"Warrior! Thank you for killing the dragon! You saved me!" Lin Jingfeng, who was wearing a princess dress, burst into tears, and rushed forward to hug the warrior, showing Xiaojian's thigh.

At that moment, he was like a god.

Huo Hu's brain supplement:

Wearing armor, Huo Hu stood majesticly on the top of the Himalayas. He drew out the Langdama sword.

Huo Hu roared and raised his knife to cut open the ground!

With a bang, the earth shook, and the Yarlung Zangbo River surged out majesticly, turning into a sea of ​​milk; the earth split open, and beef jerky spewed out all over the sky.

next day:

Dean Li hired more than a dozen local Tibetans to pack tents for them, carried supplies on yaks, and walked for three miles on foot. The off-road vehicle was parked outside Zanda County to avoid unnecessary troubles caused by getting too close to the Sino-Indian border.

They walked on foot on the desolate ice field, the ancient tundra still retains its overall appearance, and Zhan Xing vaguely felt that he had come to Dragonbone Wilderness in World of Warcraft.

There are white ancient ice everywhere, the Xiangquan River flows through the mountains, a waterfall condenses into ice at the foot of the mountain, tens of thousands of ice curtains hang upside down, and are cut in half 40 meters above the ground.

Dark rocks appeared in the waterfall, and there was a huge stone gate in the center of the rocks, which was ten meters high.

The six-character mantra of Tantric Buddhism is inlaid with malachite on the door, and there are many people guarding the door.

A simple sentry post was set up around, and Dean Li took out a letter of introduction in both Tibetan and Chinese, and went forward to negotiate.

Most of the people there were local militiamen. The Tibetans had dark faces. After reading the letter of introduction, they said nothing. They yelled loudly, and someone opened the door, indicating that they could enter.

Outside a shallow canyon high on the mountain, a man in a black windbreaker stood, peering through a telescope at the mouth of the valley below.

Lin Jingfeng's locomotive stopped at a high place, emitting smoke.

"Wang Shuang." Lin Jingfeng got out of the driveway: "They are on their way, follow the original plan and don't kill anyone."

Wang Shuang put down the binoculars, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Little uncle, they have arrived."

When Lin Jingfeng arrived in the valley, the gate under the waterfall was slowly closing, and he recognized Zhan Xing who was walking at the end at a glance.

"How did the gatekeeper become ours?" Lin Jingfeng frowned and asked, "Where are the militiamen? When did they pretend?"

Wang Shuang smiled teasingly: "The old man taught me that the Zada ​​militiamen are behind."

With a stern face, Lin Jingfeng turned around and walked into the valley, where the white snow was dyed into a huge purple-black lake, one corpse in the east and one in the west were scattered.

A group of militiamen who were originally guarding the gate were full of bullet holes and were abandoned in the valley of corpses.

"Let's go, little uncle." Wang Shuang touched his bumpy scalp, threw a machine gun, Lin Jingfeng reached out to catch it, said nothing, and jumped down to the ground.

Twenty or ten minutes after the archaeological team entered the underground palace, the gate opened again, and dozens of tomb robbers disguised as militiamen followed Lin Jingfeng and Wang Shuang and sneaked into Delgon's Guge treasure site.