Urban Hidden Dragon

The sky is bright.

Wang Han took a sip of Su Qi, and Su Qi sat up angrily and rubbed his eyes, "I'll give it to you!"

"no need."

"How many days will you go this time?"

"According to Feng Lao's wishes, I'll be back within a week. I'll do it as soon as possible." Wang Han pinched Su Qi's little face.

The matter of finding Hu Xueshou was temporarily left to the fourth sister. Wang Han's main task now was to rescue the senior in Zhenlong Pavilion.

When I went downstairs and got in the car, I found that only Bai Wu'an and Nie Xiuyuan were driving.

Xiang Feng and Meng Bizhi were in another car.

"Where's Mr. Feng?"

"The crooked man is trying to persuade his lazy donkey to urinate too much, so stop talking!"

Just as they were talking, Feng Manlou came running from a distance holding up his pants, and Bai Wuan shouted at the top of his lungs, "Kelly!"

"Old Bai, I didn't eat seafood yesterday..."

"Hold the batch! Drive!"

The irritable little old man didn't give Feng Manlou a chance to make excuses.

It took a whole day to drive into Tibet.

Nie Xiuyuan rubbed his eyes, and the co-pilot Wang Han handed over a cigarette, "Pull over and let's change."

"No, let's take a rest after we enter the village later, and you can drive the rest of the way."

As he spoke, Nie Xiuyuan continued, "I have a friend who will lead us. Let's go to their house first. They have some rules here. When you enter later, remember not to step on other people's thresholds. This is disrespectful in their eyes. Master’s house.”

Wang Han nodded, "Understood."

The physical fitness of several people was quite good, and they didn't suffer from any altitude sickness here. Feng Manlou rested his head on Bai Wuan's shoulder and fell asleep soundly.

When the car bumped, the two old men woke up.

Feng Manlou glanced outside the car, "Are we almost there?"

"Coming."

The car gradually drove towards a village.

The small village is very quiet. Each household has a large yard, surrounded by high stone walls, which looks quite impressive. The walls are covered with cow dung, and there are piles of cow dung cakes on the wall.

Some people still have cow heads on their doors, with white Hada floating on them.

The car finally stopped in front of a house.

The red door is ajar.

You can still smell the smell of cattle and sheep inside.

Nie Xiuyuan stood at the door. Just as he was about to knock on the door, a tall and strong man walked out.

The man's face is plateau red, he is meters tall, and he looks like an iron tower. He is wearing a Tibetan robe, a beard under his nose, a turquoise-inlaid Gawu around his neck, and a string of agate. A string of turquoise dzi beads.

There is also a red rosary on her wrist.

There are four categories of rosary beads, classified according to the four causes of breathing, increasing, embracing, and killing.

The beads for repairing karma are white and can purify karma. There are products such as clams, crystals, diamonds and pearls.

Rosary beads for cultivating karma are yellow, which can increase wealth and merit. Most of them are made of citrine.

The rosary beads for cultivating the karma are red and can hold human or non-human things. Most of them are made of coral, agate, red crystal, and ruby.

The rosary beads for cultivating karma are black or green, which can ward off evil spirits and get rid of bad luck. Most of them are made of lapis lazuli, turquoise, sapphire, etc.

In fact, it is what Tibetan Buddhism says about calming down disasters, increasing them, embracing them, and punishing them.

Nie Xiuyuan and the tall guy had a bear hug.

After introduction, this tall man was called Gesang, a native of Nie Xiuyuan. The two met when Nie Xiuyuan visited here before. Gesang was familiar with many routes here.

Although Wang Han was responsible for positioning, Wang Han could only go in a straight direction, and whether he could go in a straight direction had to be consulted by a local, Gesang.

After entering the door, a young man was walking out rubbing his eyes.

He had a full-on collision with Wang Han.

Wang Han smiled at the young man, and the young man also raised his head and smiled stupidly at Wang Han. This young man's name was Duoji, and he was the son of Gesang. Gesang's wife had already gotten up and was having breakfast.

Several people sat down one after another.

After drinking butter tea, eating tsampa and beef jerky, Nie Xiuyuan and Gesang got straight to the point.

"Time waits for us not, we have to leave as early as possible."

Gesang was also a straightforward person, so he packed up his things and walked out together.

The tiger-headed Dorje also ran over, shouting that he wanted to follow him.

Gesang pushed and refused to let him go. Unexpectedly, Duoji pointed at Bai Wuan and Feng Manlou, "These two grandpas can go, why can't I go?"

Glancing at Bai Wu'an and Feng Manlou, Sangge said worriedly, "I know the location you told me about is a particularly difficult and dangerous environment. If two old people go there, I'm afraid their bodies won't be able to bear it."

Bai Wu'an, a grumpy little old man, held Gesang's belt with one hand and lifted it up, lifting the nearly two hundred kilograms strong man directly.

Gesang went from being confused to shocked in an instant.

Looking at the little old man with silver hair in front of him, such a small body actually contains such tyrannical power.

The expression on his face was even more respectful than before. To be able to still have this strength at this age is, in Gesang's eyes, a person with natural divine power.

Duoji was also shocked by Bai Wuan.

Bai Wu'an patted Duoji gently, and laughed at the top of his voice, "I can't help but let the baby stay in the house while running errands."

Duoji hid behind Gesang and looked at Bai Wuan with some fear.

A few people packed up their things and when they went out, they saw that Meng Bizhi liked beef jerky, so Gesang packed a lot of them for him to take with him on the road.

After getting in the car, Nie Xiuyuan, Gesang, Xiang Feng, and Meng Bizhi were in the car in front.

Wang Han drove behind with Bai Wuan and Feng Manlou.

Several people were going to go to the place where the senior last lost contact, and then find someone through Wang Han, the tool man.

Wang Han lit a cigarette for the two elders in the back row, "Old Bai, what's that senior doing here?"

Bai Wu'an leaned in the back row and glanced at Feng Manlou. Feng Manlou immediately took over the conversation, "A few months ago, Lao Fu discovered that several groups of people came to this place at the same time, including Lao Yi. There were powerful people from the past, the League of Heroes, and some people who came out of nowhere, and even foreigners, but those who came here had impure intentions, so he followed him, but he didn't expect that the people disappeared after arriving at this place. .”

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, "It's been a week. Is he okay?"

Feng Manlou puffed on his cigarette, "Don't worry, although Lao Fu's combat power is not as good as that of the Pavilion Master, his defense is not as good as Nangong's, and his speed is not as good as mine, but his overall ability, if you include the Pavilion Master, Those who can rank among the top three in Zhenlong Pavilion will never die."

The car was speeding.

By about five o'clock in the afternoon, the road had reached the end, and the car had begun to drive towards the deserted Gobi Desert.

The surroundings were bare, and occasionally the wind would blow up a few clumps of wild grass rolling over the vast land.

Wang Han lit a cigarette and played a song by Liang Bo.

Unexpectedly, Bai Wu'an slapped him in the face, "Sing it like a song! Let's make a fool of ourselves!"

Wang Han changed to a song by Daolang, and Bai Wuan sang along with his cigarette at the top of his voice.

Feng Manlou glanced at Bai Wu'an resentfully, wanting to say it was too unpleasant and stop howling, but he was afraid of being beaten.

The car in front suddenly stopped.

Wang Han also braked.

I saw a few people jumping out of the car in front.

Wang Han also jumped out of the car and walked over.

I saw an old man kneeling on the ground, wearing a Tibetan robe, facing up to the sky, as if he was frozen.

Gesang supported the old man and called Grandpa Dele in his mouth.

Wang Han came over and pinched a few acupuncture points for the old man.

I don't know how long it took for the old man to calm down. Unexpectedly, when the old man opened his eyes and saw Wang Han, his old body trembled and he backed away in panic.

"Grandpa Dele, what's wrong with you?" Gesang quickly supported the old man.

The old man pointed at Wang Han, became emotional and spoke in Tibetan.

After hearing what the old man said, Gesang's face turned sallow and he turned back to look at Wang Han blankly.

"What did he say?" Wang Han asked curiously.