I looked at the others and shrugged helplessly, but the fat man didn't care. He felt that there were so many people and secretly bared his teeth at me, which meant that you were carrying this burden.

I thought to myself that this damn Hong Kong farmer is planning to go on vacation with his whole family. His wife, children, and bodyguards are all here. I am thinking about how to come up with an excuse to make Uncle Ming give up this idea. There are too many chickens to lay eggs, and there are too many people to make trouble. There are so many people there.

, something must happen.

At this time, Uncle Ming had already brought out the other members of the team and introduced them to both of us one by one. We all know his wife Han Shuna. She is a very charming woman. No wonder Uncle Ming is fascinated by her.

In reverse, Da Jinya opened his mouth and called her Aunt Ming. Han Shuna quickly said don't call her like that, it looks too old. Anyway, the names you call each other are just nonsense, and there is no sense of seniority. Let's just talk about it as before.

Next, Uncle Ming introduced his goddaughter Axiang, a timid little girl who was probably not yet twenty years old. She didn’t dare to speak when she saw a stranger. Uncle Ming said that Axiang was his most powerful helper. What’s wrong with her?

She can detect anything dirty.

I was curious and asked what was going on. The little girl had yin and yang eyes, or maybe she had opened her third eye.

Uncle Ming proudly told us that there is a large sect called Scientology in the United States. Its founder is Lafayette Ronald Hubbard. Many celebrities and upper-class people all over the world are believers in this sect. They believe in

Spiritualism - a modern science of mental health. Axiang's biological parents are also one of them. When Axiang was first born, they placed her in a glass dome that was isolated from the outside world and equipped with air purification equipment.

, until she is two years old, this prevents her from being polluted and affected by the air, making her nerves very sensitive and able to sense things that normal people cannot sense.

Axiang later became an orphan, and Uncle Ming adopted her. She saved Uncle Ming's life more than once, and she regarded her as the apple of her eye. Especially when dealing with such sinister things as mummies and coffins, she always had to deal with them.

Take A Xiang with you.

She told me on the side that Uncle Ming was not talking nonsense. This sect really existed in the United States. Her father Yang Xuanwei was also obsessed with this and had spent a lot of money and time on it. This little girl named Axiang might be able to help.

We, but it is best not to take her into Tibet. People with good health cannot bear altitude sickness. As Xiang's body is so thin, she is afraid of an accident.

I really couldn't interfere with who Uncle Ming was willing to take, so I whispered to him. It seemed that Uncle Ming was risking his whole family's lives this time by digging up glacier crystal corpses. He must be determined to win.

I can't persuade them anymore. Even if I have good words, it's hard to persuade the damned ones. Let's take care of them as much as possible and do our best. In the end, whether they live or die, whether they can bring back the glacier crystal corpse depends on their fate.

Finally, Uncle Ming introduced us to his bodyguard Peter Huang, a Chinese-Cambodian. When Vietnam invaded Cambodia, he fought guerrillas with the Viet Cong for several years. Later, he drifted from the Golden Triangle to become a pirate near Malacca, and finally encountered a shipwreck.

At that time, I was rescued by Uncle Ming's boat at sea, so I became Uncle Ming's bodyguard. He looked to be in his early forties, with dark skin, unsmiling words, and a fierce look in his eyes. At first glance, he was not a good person. The most outstanding thing is

His body shape is completely different from those ordinary Southeast Asians who look like monkeys. He is very strong and looks like half of an iron tower.

The fat man became happy when he saw Peter Huang, and said to Uncle Ming: It's not worthy of its name. Why don't you call it Peter Black? Why don't you worry about us with us following you? You don't need to find bodyguards at all. You can't live without a hair.

Uncle Ming said: You fat boy likes to joke. His surname is Huang, how can he be called Peter Hei? Don’t underestimate him. This man is loyal to me and very reliable. He has participated in real wars and is capable of killing people.

Blink.

The fat man said to Uncle Ming: Let him take a break quickly. What are the tricks of the guerrillas? Our Comrade Hu Bayi commanded the entire company of regular troops, and me. Have you heard of my deeds, Fat Master?

A core member of the Irish Republican Army, when I was in

I stopped the fat man from talking anymore, and told Uncle Ming that since the members and the route have been decided, we should go back and prepare separately. The main thing is that you have to go to the hospital for a physical check-up. If there is nothing wrong, five

Start taking action after a few days.

Uncle Ming said that Brother Hu is solely responsible for the lines and equipment. You can send them out when you want. After all, in our team, only Brother Hu knows Tibet the best.

I took the fat man and others and said goodbye and left. After returning to my home, I immediately packed up my things and prepared to go to the bank of Zangmulatso Lake alone to find Tiebang Lama and ask him to help find a guide who was familiar with Tibetan customs and geographical environment.

It would be best to have a gifted singer. If one person cannot do the job, two people will do.

I gave her the task of leading the team into Tibet. Although I have never been to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I have been to areas with harsh natural environments such as the Sahara, Taklimakan, Amazon Jungle, etc., so my psychological quality and experience are both good. We discussed the plan.

He will lead the team to the Shiquan River and meet me there. We will try our best to pack as lightly as possible. We will prepare supplies and other things, and we will temporarily stay in Beijing under the care of Da Jinya. Once we arrive at the Guge between Gangren Buchen Ge Zangbo

After finding clues about the tower tomb in the ruins, Da Jinya was responsible for transporting the supplies to the designated location.

I am now a little thinner than when I came back from Yunnan, and there are some red threads on my eyes. During this period, we were exhausted both mentally and physically. We were exhausted. Not long after we came back from Yunnan, we had to go to Tibet again. It is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

Yes, I advise you not to worry too much. There are not many dangers in Tibet. At least there are not as many mosquitoes as in Yunnan. Take a good rest in the past few days before leaving. Time will give us all the answers sooner or later.

Said: I'm not worried about whether it is dangerous to go to Tibet. These days I have been thinking about where to go after the bottomless ghost cave thing is over. If you still want to continue your business of fighting, I will never agree. This business is too dangerous.

, Lao Hu, you should also make plans for the future. Let’s go back to the United States together, okay?

I said what's the point of going to the United States? I don't understand the language. The coffee you brew tastes almost like Chinese medicine soup. I can't bear to drink it every day. But since you insist on me going, I can't help it. I'll stay here for a few years and see.

, If I don’t get used to it, I will have to move back. What worries me the most is what to do with the fat man. If he is left alone in Beijing, he will definitely cause trouble.

The fat man said: Old Hu, what are you talking about? You are talking as if you are more enlightened than me. You have caused a lot more trouble than me. There is no need for you to be modest about this. You are going to the United States, so I can’t go.

When it comes to Chief of Staff Yang, why can't we be equipped with a car? I think Chief Hunter's car is good, it must be a Mercedes-Benz. I don't have high requirements, just get a Mercedes-Benz like that and drive it in Detroit, San Francisco, and the east and west coasts.

Let us also open our eyes and unite with the American proletariat. Long live the great unity of the people of the world.

I said to him: American police don’t drive German cars, and if you don’t even know this and go to the United States with your caliber, isn’t that tantamount to causing chaos for the American people?

The three of us chatted for a while and felt a little relaxed. The next day I went out alone and headed to Tibet. Between the Himalayas and Nianqing Tanggula in central and southern Tibet, there are many lakes, dotted with thousands of large and small lakes.

. Lakes of a slightly larger size are regarded as holy lakes by Tibetans; if there are snow-capped mountains beside the lake, it is even more sacred. The names of these lakes all have the famous symbol Aungla Rincuo, Dangjayongcuo.

Namtso, Zari Namtso, etc., are too numerous to mention. Each one has endless mysterious legends and an equally mysterious name. My old friend, the Fairy Lake where Lama Tiebang still makes his vows, belongs to these many.

One of the lakes.

After getting off the car from Kase, there is no road to the south, so you can only walk. You can pay to hire herdsmen's horses to ride. This is not a mountainous area, but the altitude is close to that. Under the leadership of herdsmen, we keep walking towards

To the south, we came to the diversion point of Bo Cang Zangbo. Zangbo means river.

This is the first time in my life that I have gone deep into the hinterland of Tibet. The sunlight on the plateau makes me dizzy, and the sky is so blue that it looks like it is dripping water. The guide and horse owner I hired is a young Tibetan named Wangdui, and he took me to

On a high ground, he pointed to the two large jasper-like lakes below and said: The large one on the left is Yongma Table Zhacuo, the lake of the Dragon Palace; the smaller one on the right is Lam Lacuo, the lake of fairies hanging in the sky.

At that time, the sky was clear, the lake was blue, the blue waves reflected the snow-capped peaks and white clouds, and the distant mountains around the lake were vaguely visible. Monk Xuanzang, who wrote about the Western Regions in the Tang Dynasty, was inspired by this beautiful scenery in the world and called the two closely adjacent lakes the twin gems of the Western Heaven.

Animals raised by humans cannot enter the Holy Land, so Wangdui and I found a gentle place to go down and walked toward the lake. Wangdui told me that there is a legend here that there is the palace of the Dragon King Guangcai at the bottom of the lake, where many people gather.

A rare treasure; as long as a destined person goes around the lake and picks up a small fish, a pebble, or a feather from a water bird in the lake, he will be rewarded by the Dragon King of Guangcai, and will have continuous wealth throughout his life.

But pilgrims who come to circumambulate the lake prefer to circumambulate the Fairy Lake, because it is said that the clear blue water in the Fairy Lake is the tears of fairies, which can not only eliminate the dirt and diseases on the body of the world, but also purify the greed and jealousy in the soul.

, making people’s hearts pure. The snow-capped mountains opposite the two lakes symbolize the vastness and boundlessness of Buddhism.

I said to Wangdui: Let’s purify our souls first. We walked around the Fairy Lake and found Tiebang Lama among the believers who were walking around the lake. The two of us walked around the lake. Since we didn’t come here specifically for pilgrimage, we didn’t need to take a step.

Kowtow. Walking by the lake, you can see the remains of pilgrims from time to time. They have become one with the holy land.

In the distance, a rickety figure appeared in our field of vision. From the most conspicuous black protective iron rod on his back, we can know his identity, but his behavior is strange, obviously not what we have seen.

This way of circling the lake; even Tibetan Wangdui has never seen his movements, as if he was performing some kind of mysterious witchcraft. Book Alliance
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