Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Master!"

“The beams and stove in the back of the house are broken!”

In a temple deep in the snow-capped mountains, a young lama ran out.

The crisp sound circled twice over the temple.

"It doesn't matter, the craftsmen will come."

The master replied.

The little lama was relieved when he saw this.

Unable to restrain his curiosity, he secretly walked out to see the man in the snow.

The man was banging a stone aimlessly.

He was neither sad nor happy, sitting where he was, more like a stone than the stone in front of him.

The little lama couldn't help but worry about him. When would he be able to knock the stone into shape?

The young lama wanted to step forward, but he was afraid that the master would punish him.

He stood there in embarrassment, but he still didn't come forward to disturb him.

Just as he turned around, he seemed to hear the sound of a horse snorting in his ears.

He frowned in confusion and walked towards the outside of the temple.

He stood at the door, and heavy snow fell, and three figures were faintly revealed from the wind and snow.

The little lama rubbed his eyes, and three black shadows in the snow came closer.

He saw the man in the center first.

how to say?

The young lama originally thought that the man knocking stones in the courtyard of the temple was already the most handsome person he had ever seen, but now he understood the meaning of "there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world".

This man was so good that even the wind and snow could not bear to fall on his shoulders.

Beside him, he saw the familiar blue-robed Tibetan craftsman and another craftsman who often came to repair the house.

"Eh?"

Just as the little lama was wondering, three people had already walked in front of him.

"Are you too lazy to do your morning lessons?"

The blue-robed Tibetan expertly guessed.

The little lama suddenly had a bitter look on his face.

The blue-robed Tibetan smiled.

"I delivered it."

The man next to Cong Ye touched his beard and said to Cong Ye.

He reached out his hand with clear purpose.

Cong Ye handed him the three bottles of wine that he had prepared in his bag.

One bottle is the liquor Cong Ye bought when he went to Germany, one bottle is the fruit wine from a time-honored brand in Changsha, and the other bottle is the signature red wine from the Crescent Hotel in Peking.

All three bottles were in his stock, and they were all good wines.

The man was indeed satisfied. He patted Cong Ye on the shoulder and disappeared into the snow.

The little lama looked at Cong Ye intently. When Cong Ye looked at him, he blushed and stammered:

"Who are you looking for?"

Cong Ye smiled gently at the little lama: "I'm looking for Zhang Qiling."

Ah!

It's that weirdo!

The little lama immediately thought of the man knocking stones in the yard.

He couldn't help but turn around and show the way to the man in front of him who seemed to have come from a divine palace on the horizon:

"He's in the yard."

Cong also walked past him and his eyes fell on the snow-covered figure in the yard.

Zhang Qiling looked pale, tapping the stone in his hand gloomily and quietly.

His heart is empty and his eyes cannot focus on reality.

Even if the stone is right in front of him.

Cong Ye felt an inexplicable heart palpitation, and he broke the silence with a voice:

"Zhang Qi Ling."

Zhang Qiling raised his head.

The pupils that originally reflected a snow-white world were filled with a human figure.

His black pupils slowly lit up.

The stone rolled from his palm.

He stood up and walked towards Cong Ye, but then stood still in front of Cong Ye.

He didn't say a word, just looked at Cong Ye.

Look at this person who spent three days teaching him to live happily.

Although he is stupid, he still cannot learn to be happy.

Cong Ye looked at him and stretched out his hand to sweep the snow off his shoulders.

Zhang Qiling still stared at him intently, without even trembling his eyelashes.

Cong Ye swept away the white snow accumulated on the top of his hair, revealing a clear and bright smile.

He hugged Zhang Qiling and rested his chin on Zhang Qiling's shoulder.

He tried to teach Zhang Qiling, a clumsy person, how to express his joy at reuniting his friends.

"When we haven't seen each other for a long time, I want to hug you."

His voice rang in Zhang Qiling's ears.

Zhang Qiling imitated him and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Cong Ye's waist.

To hug.

Zhang Qiling carefully placed his chin on Cong Ye's shoulder.

He blinked softly, and the snowflakes fell on his face, and this time they melted quickly.

The blue-robed Tibetan and the young lama stood at the door and looked at them.

In the wind and snow, their embrace looked warm.

"You went to Changsha to find me?"

Cong also managed to pull off Zhang Qiling's hand.

He taught him to hug, but he didn't teach him to hug and never let go.

Zhang Qiling nodded: "Yes."

He looked at Cong Ye, who asked him to go to Changsha to find him.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Cong Ye asked him.

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and acted dumb.

Cong Ye immediately knew that he would not say anything anymore, so he changed the question:

"How did you come here?"

"Find someone."

Zhang Qiling answered briefly.

"Who?"

Cong Ye looked at him doubtfully.

Zhang Qiling stopped talking again.

"..."

Cong Ye picked up the stones on the ground. He looked at Zhang Qiling and asked doubtfully:

"You were pounding rocks before I came in?"

Zhang Qiling nodded.

"Why are you knocking rocks?"

Cong didn’t understand either.

Zhang Qiling shook his head and nodded again.

Cong Ye: "?"

At this time, he looked beyond Zhang Qiling and saw an old lama standing on the steps of the temple.

His eyes were as quiet as the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and he waved to Cong Ye.

Cong also returned the stone to Zhang Qiling and walked towards the old lama.

Zhang Qiling stood there, watching Cong Ye walk towards the old lama.

When Cong Ye arrived at the old lama's side, his eyes also collided with the old lama's.

At that moment, what had troubled Zhang Qiling for a long time was finally solved quietly.

He sat back down.

This time, there was no pause in the movements of his hands, and his eyes were no longer void.

Cong also followed the old lama into the temple.

The old lama sat down in front of him.

"The distinguished guest is here for Zhang Qiling."

He said.

Cong Ye was just about to answer when his eyes moved and looked at the back of the figure sitting quietly in the yard. He shook his head:

"I'm here for him, not Zhang Qiling."

Zhang Qiling is just a code name.

Old Lama: "Your distinguished guest, please stay here for a few more days."

Cong Ye asked in confusion: "Master, what is he...doing?"

The old lama smiled: "He is looking for something."

Cong Ye couldn't understand his riddle, so he asked, "Has he found it?"

The old lama's eyes also fell on the figure in the yard, and noticed the firm movements of the other person's hands. He said with a smile: "I should have found it now."

"Then now that he's been found, why is he still here?"

Cong Ye felt that since he came to Medog, everything had become foggy.

He vaguely saw an answer, and then thick fog quickly came over, obscuring his sight.

"Because he hasn't seen his mother yet."

Cong Ye was startled and looked at the old lama.

The old lama asked him: "Do you want to hear a story? This story is a bit long."

Cong also smiled: "I have plenty of time."

The old lama also laughed.