Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

“Tibet is so beautiful!”

"There are lakes, snow-capped mountains, yaks and grasslands."

"People can ride horses and run wildly in the forest, sit by the lake and watch the sun rise over the snow-capped mountains!"

"In the tent, the men drank bowl after bowl of highland barley wine amid the girls' endless singing!"

"The girls faced the bonfire and danced gracefully in front of the men they liked!"

"This life is so wonderful!"

It is also a long journey from Linzhi to Medog.

Lu Mingyue, who was sitting next to Cong Ye, couldn't finish her words, which kept ringing in Cong Ye's ears.

She looked at Cong Ye with bright pupils, "Don't you think life here is really wonderful?"

Cong Ye looked ahead and chuckled: "Are serfs beautiful?"

Lu Mingyue immediately stopped talking.

She came to Linzhi earlier than Cong Ye, so naturally she had seen the miserable situation of the serfs here.

She pouted: "We are not serfs."

Cong Ye glanced at her and changed the subject: "How did you offend those Tibetans yesterday?"

Mentioning the group of Tibetans, Lu Mingyue immediately turned her head angrily and complained to Cong Ye:

"You don't know how unlucky I am!"

"I also rented a horse when I came to Linzhi!"

"In the end, they found me an old horse that was about to die. The old horse died on the way, so they relied on me!"

"I gave them all the money I had! They still don't want to!"

"You still want to drag me to sell it for money!"

Lu Mingyue thought about it and still felt a little scared.

She smiled sweetly at Cong Ye: "If it weren't for you, I would definitely be in trouble now!"

Cong also nodded, "That's right."

"Which temple in Medog are you going to interview?"

Cong Ye continued to ask.

This involves Lu Mingyue's professional level. She raised her head proudly: "Of course it was the collapse of the Renqin Temple, the largest temple in Medog!"

Without waiting for Cong Ye to ask, she amused herself by talking about Rinqin Beng Temple: "Rinqin Beng Temple is located on Mount Zemala in the south of Medog Village, Medog Town. It is the largest temple in Medog."

"Rinqinbeng Temple is a temple of the Nyingma sect of Tibetan Buddhism. It is the earliest and largest temple built in Medog County. It has three floors. The architectural form is a stone and wood structure with twelve corners and four doors from east to west, north and south."

"There are gold-plated bronze Buddhas and precious cultural relics in the temple. It is an important place for the local Monba and Lhoba people in Medog to conduct religious activities."

"According to legend, Rinchenbeng Temple is the location of the 'navel', the incarnation center of the goddess Dorje Pam, and is a holy place that many Buddhist believers yearn for. The temple monks hold a large-scale ritual event here every year."

"..."

Lu Mingyue continued: "The famous temples in Medog include Tawang Temple, Luobang Temple, Green Temple and many other temples. I want to visit them all. I have come here, but of course I have to finish the interview before leaving."

She looked at Cong Ye: "Why are you going to Medog?"

Cong Ye: "Looking for someone."

Lu Mingyue pursed her lips: "We are so far apart, are you looking for a girlfriend?"

Cong also shook his head.

Lu Mingyue couldn't help but smile on her face.

Her smile quickly froze on her face.

Cong also smiled evilly at her, "Looking for a boyfriend."

Lu Mingyue was stunned for a moment. When she came back to her senses, she saw the jest in Cong Ye's eyes and realized that she had just been deceived by Cong Ye.

Aren’t male friends just boyfriends?

Lu Mingyue rubbed her cheeks. She really thought too much.

Medog means "hidden lotus" in Tibetan.

A beautiful and unique lotus flower among the snowy mountains.

Cong Ye thought that the scenery in Linzhi was beautiful enough, but when he arrived in Medog, he discovered that the scenery in Medog was truly stunning and beautiful.

Medog is the place with the lowest altitude, the mildest climate, the most abundant rainfall, and the most perfect ecological preservation in the entire Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Cong Ye and the others walked onto a path in a field of rapeseed flowers. After looking at the rapeseed flowers for a long time, they felt that they were about to burn, and that the golden fire was about to devour everything.

They walked for a long time, but no one was seen on the road.

at dusk.

It suddenly rained in the sky.

Sanji explained to Cong Ye and Lu Mingyue: "The plateau and climate change very quickly."

They did not prepare rain gear, but fortunately the rain was not heavy.

Pattering, lingering.

Medog is like the only place on the snowy ice sheet where the infinite tenderness of the Creator has been poured into it.

Even the rain is so gentle.

After walking for who knows how long, a temple finally appeared in front of Cong Ye.

Cong Ye only knew that Zhang Qiling was in Medog, but he didn't know where Zhang Qiling was in Medog.

Therefore, he may need to inquire about Zhang Qiling's traces in Medog.

"In front of the temple, stop for one night."

Sanji told Cong Ye.

Cong Ye nodded: "Okay."

It was impossible to travel in the rain, and it would be troublesome to catch a cold on the plateau.

Although Cong will not get sick, Lu Mingyue is still following behind him.

Sanji went to discuss staying with the lama in the temple. As expected, he handed over the coins again, and the lama nodded.

The horses were led down by the little lama to be fed, and Cong Ye and Lu Mingyue entered the rooms provided for them by the temple.

There is a set of clean and warm monk robes in the room, presumably prepared by the lama in the temple.

After Cong Ye washed up, he put on a thick and warm saffron monk's robe, hung his purse close to his body, and walked towards the temple chanting hall.

In the distance, Cong heard a burst of Sanskrit sounds.

They were not real Buddhas, but when they chanted sutras sincerely, the Buddha's true form appeared in their hearts.

The candles in the temple danced.

The lamas were sitting cross-legged, and a few inattentive little lamas looked up at Cong Ye curiously.

The elderly lama opened his eyes, stretched out his hand towards Cong Ye, and guided Cong Ye to sit on the orange futon in front of him.

The sound of chanting still echoed in his ears.

"Why did the guest come here?"

The old lama's eyes were calm.

Cong Ye: "I'm looking for someone."

The old lama looked at him gently: "Who are you looking for?"

Cong also outlined Zhang Qiling’s characteristics one by one.

The old lama's gaze drifted away from Cong Ye's shoulder, passed through the prayer flags, and landed on the snow-capped mountains in the distance, far and wide.

"I've seen him. He went deep into the snowy mountains."

Cong Ye stared into the old lama's eyes: "Can you be more specific?"

The old lama smiled: "He should have gone to Khampaluo."

"Where is Kang Baluo?"

Cong Ye asked.

The old lama didn't answer, he closed his eyes.

Cong also understood his attitude, and he couldn't find anything even if he asked again.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

The rain outside listened.

The air is fresh and there is a chill in the wind.

Cong Ye looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, with only the words Kang Baluo remaining in his mind.

There were footsteps behind him.

He looked back and saw that it was the little lama in the temple who had not been concentrating on chanting sutras before. He ran out secretly and was standing behind him.

"I know Kang Baluo."