Xu Qian immediately stood up and looked up, only to find that the ceiling was in perfect condition without any blood stains. Looking around, the windows were tightly closed and the door was tightly closed.
"Whose blood?" Sister Meng took a closer look, "It's weird!"
"I want to see who is pretending to be a ghost!" Xu Qianli shouted and angrily said: "Get out of here if you know how to do it, don't force us to take action!"
Sister Meng was vigilantly observing any movement in the office. At this moment, she heard Dean Chen on the ground suddenly twitching. Before Sister Meng had time to rescue him, he foamed at the mouth and died.
"It's a mosquito nail!" Sister Meng saw a tiny needle hole on Dean Chen's neck. "The mosquito nail pierced his artery and shot to the ceiling. Blood dripped from it."
Xu Qian immediately checked a coffee table next to Dean Chen, "There is a mechanism here!"
"It seems that the British are also looking for him." Xu Qian said, "The owner of the dumpling shop is a spy of the British, which shows that they have targeted Jin Xi earlier than us."
"Ah" sound.
The sound came from outside the corridor.
"Chase!" Xu Qian and Sister Meng immediately chased after them.
I saw two people in white coats hijacking a person and running away. After arriving in the basement, they got into a car that completed the call. Xu Qian and Sister Meng immediately jumped in the car, and the two cars sped out of the city.
After that, we drove into the mountains again. The mountain road winds up and is lined with ancient trees.
After turning a corner, a moss-covered archway appeared in front of us. The thick and vigorous tree trunks and the dense evergreen leaves set off the archway with the four characters "Drip Dust Washing Thoughts" engraved on it, forming a stunning picture.
Beautiful picture of longevity. After passing the archway, the road suddenly opens up to the left. A pool of clear water lies in front of you. Behind it, you can see a small house hidden in the woods, and a stream slowly flows out of it.
"How come you can't even see half a person?" Xu Qian and the others just entered the archway and the car in front of them disappeared.
The road follows the stream, and there are more than ten poorly furnished houses, leaning against the stream, zigzagging along the banks of the stream. Until the houses are all gone, no one can be found.
Just as the two of them turned around to leave, their bodies shook and they stopped in shock.
I saw a man in a white robe standing there in a clump of flowers and trees that was still deserted just now.
"Who!" Xu Qian shouted.
"Don't be nervous, you two!" the man said loudly, "I mean no harm!"
"Who are you?"
"Enemy and friend."
"Be more specific."
"We are also looking for Jin Xi, but now the situation has changed a little. Mike has now cooperated with Lin Kun, so our tasks here have to be adjusted accordingly." The man said straight to the point, "We originally planned to be like a mantis stalking a cicada.
Huang Que is behind, but due to cooperation, we have to give up this plan. Now, we can hand over Jin Xi to you."
"How can I believe your words!" Xu Qian smiled slightly and said calmly: "You don't have any other requirements?"
"If there is no request, it must be false." The man smiled, "First of all, the ancient Tibetan religion must be completely eradicated. Whether it is 735 or you, this is a premise that cannot be discussed."
"You don't need to tell me this, we will do it."
A strong wind blew and fluttered her clothes, like a fairy riding on the wind.
I saw that the man was dressed as a scholar, with a slim figure, a steady demeanor, and a pair of bright eyes, showing that he was a man of both internal and external cultivation. After politely saying a few kind words, he led Xu Qian and Sister Meng there.
Walking into the inner hall, I finally arrived at an elegant house. A woman was lying on the bed, her face was calm, as if she was sleeping soundly.
Wake up.
"She is..." Xu Qian noticed the person on the bed.
"This is Jin Xi." The man said calmly, "If it weren't for you, it would be difficult for us to find her."
Xu Qian looked at him calmly and said, "I have to admit that you won this time."
"you are too humble."
Sister Meng sat on the edge of the bed, put her hand on Jin Xi's wrist, and pondered silently.
"What's up with her?"
The man suddenly fell silent, looked at Sister Meng, and said in a deep voice: "This is the second request, save her. She has a strange disease, or in other words, symptoms. I know that you have many ancient secret techniques in China.
, she was fine at first, but after getting in the car, she became like this, unable to wake up!"
"How could this happen?" Xu Qian said in astonishment: "How are you sure it's a secret technique?"
"We have checked her vital signs, and there are no problems at all. But the only strange thing is that two of her acupuncture points were sealed together. This must have changed the flow of the meridians in an unfathomable way."
"Acupuncture?" Sister Meng said in surprise, "You British people still know this?"
"Know a thing or two!"
"The circulation of qi in the human body's meridians is in accordance with the heavenly time. It rises and falls, opens and closes. The qi and blood flow periodically according to the time and rhythm of a certain rhythm in the twelve meridians. The power of this blood-pointing technique is that it slows down the speed.
, That's why Jin Xi fell into a deep sleep and couldn't wake up." Xu Qian smiled bitterly and said: "This is the long-lost Wuhou acupuncture method, which was called 'Jingling' in ancient times. Once an acupuncture point is pressed, it will be difficult to unlock it without a unique technique. If I don't have
If you guess wrong, Zhuge Longyun's ancestor may be a descendant of Kongming."
"'Shocking Spirit'? I seem to have heard of it somewhere, Zhuge Kongming? Could it be... no wonder the blood-spotting technique is so powerful."
Sister Meng smiled and said, "Zhuge Longyun's background is quite complicated. He turns out to be a descendant of Marquis Wu. No wonder this Jin Xi has such a clever mind and fools us all."
"You want me to save her because you want to know Zhuge Longyun's secret." Xu Qian paused and said, "Since the secret is a secret, there is no reason to share it with you casually."
"We only need what we need."
"more specific."
"To be precise, we hope that the secret of the ancient Tibetan religion can disappear forever. As for the mysterious power, let it die along with the secret."
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The capital of the Tibet Autonomous Region, Lhasa.
A group of us walked out of Dapeng Golden Wing Mountain, entered Lhasa, and stayed at the Tibet Hotel on Beijing West Road. The People's Congress, government, and military region of the autonomous region are all located south of Beijing Road, overlooking the Lhasa River in the south.
The Lhasa River originates from the Mira Snow Mountain, more than 5,000 meters above sea level. It has been revered by the locals as the mother river since ancient times. Every holiday and festival, citizens go to the banks and valleys of the Lhasa River to play in the water, have picnics and enjoy food.
Sip butter tea and enjoy the bright sunshine leisurely.
Early the next morning, I got up and knocked on Huo Xinlan's door to discuss the next plan with her, but I knocked for a long time, but there was no sound inside.
"Strange, you went out so early?"
"Hey, Miss Huo, where are you?" I dialed Huo Xinlan's number.
"I have something to do!" After saying that, Huo Xinlan hung up the phone.
"I..." I wanted to curse on the other end of the phone, but managed to hold it back, "I have such a bad temper, what kind of person is this!"
I was just feeling annoyed that I had gotten into trouble so early in the morning, when the phone rang again, and it turned out to be a number from Beijing.
"Hey, who is this?"
"
It’s me who makes peace.”
"Professor Ye?" I didn't expect it to be a call from Ye Heping. "Why did you call me? What instructions do you have?"
"Go see a person. I believe he will help you." After saying that, Ye Heping hung up the phone. Then, I received an email, "Huang Danian? Who is he?"
With questions in mind, I drove off. The Potala Palace is built on the mountain, with overlapping buildings and towering halls. It is nearly 4,000 meters above sea level and is majestic. The palace is magnificent, with pagodas, Buddhist halls, sutra halls, and monks’ halls.
Complete with buildings, courtyards, etc., it is the highest-altitude and largest castle and palace-style building complex in the world today. Between the clouds and the sky, the majestic Potala Palace appears from the sky and spreads across the world, just like a tower.
The majestic celestial city.
The Potala Palace is the highest political and religious ruling center in Tibet and the winter palace of the Dalai Lama.
The main building of the Potala Palace can be divided into the White House and the Red Palace. The solemn White House is the winter palace of the Dalai Lama and is seven stories high. The fifth and sixth floors are the places of regency and political and religious power. There are two rooms on the seventh floor.
The Dalai Lama's living palace in winter is where the sun shines, so it is called the East and West Sunlight Halls. The Red Palace is the stupa hall and various Buddhist halls of the Dalai Lamas of the past.
Colorful glow, the Lama's pagoda is made of gold, and agates and gems are scattered here and there. The Red Palace is the Three Realms Hall, towering over the five mountains. Looking down from a high position, looking in all directions, it feels like I am the only one in the world. There is a statue made of thirty thousand taels of silver in the hall.
Eleven-faced Guanyin statue.
On top of the snow-capped mountains, there is a school for monks and officials, and a square hall. At the foot of the mountain, there is a thousand-year-old snow-covered city covered in snow. The clear blue of the Dragon King Pond in the back garden is as clear as a mirror, just like the Peacock Lake in the West. It gives you a feeling of being reborn.
"University professor? Professor again. Are professors wholesale these days?"
Over the past thousand years, the Potala Palace has collected tens of thousands of rare cultural relics, thousands of square meters of murals, thousands of pagodas, more than 10,000 statues, tens of thousands of thangkas, gold and silverware, jade, porcelain, and enamelware.
, jewelry and curios, countless.
I went to see Huang Danian at the address Ye Heping gave me. When I walked into the office, I saw a kind and solemn scholar-looking man sitting in meditation in the middle.
"Dong dong dong" I knocked on the door.
"Please come in!" There was no one on the desk except the man meditating. However, the voice came from the room next to it.
Only when they heard someone outside did the people inside come out.
"Who are you looking for?"
"Who is Professor Huang Danian?"
"I am!"
I stepped forward and bowed, and the man who called himself Huang Danian smiled and said, "I just heard that a distinguished guest is coming. I guess you are the one."
"You're too kind."
"I have guests to receive. Let's go up here today. We will continue tomorrow!" At this time, Huang Danian turned around and said to the meditating man.
"Okay, thank you Professor Huang!"
"I forgot to introduce you. I am a researcher at the Institute of Tibetan Buddhism of the Religious Affairs Bureau. This is a student who has been studying with me. We studied meditation together." Huang Danian introduced.
"Study? Meditation?" I looked at Huang Danian with some confusion, and couldn't help but wonder about the person in front of me, "Does meditation also require study? What's more, you are not studying at all, you are clearly leaving people aside."
"Please sit down!" Huang Danian frowned kindly and sighed: "Why did you come to me?"
I asked respectfully: "Then let me get straight to the point. Professor Ting Ye said that you are an authority on ancient Tibetan religion in China. I would like to know something about ancient Tibetan religion."
Chapter completed!