Tomb robbing: Master Xiangling swept through Wanling!

After leaving the main force, the four turned to the northwest and headed for the border between Yunnan and Tibet. They were lucky enough to come across a village where stone quarry merchants gathered the next day and bought four horses.

With horses, they traveled much faster.

It took only three days to go up along the bank of the Canglan River and cross the mountains bordering Yunnan and Tibet and enter the Tibetan area.

Once in Tibet, the terrain and climate changed completely.

The terrain here is complex and diverse, with mountains, trenches, grasslands, and Gobi appearing one after another.

The climate in winter is also difficult to adapt to, with a huge temperature difference between day and night, and frostbite can be caused if you are not careful.

Even so, the four of them did not feel tired at all.

The three people, the partridge whistle, the old foreigner, and the flower spirit, wanted to complete their long-cherished wish as soon as possible.

And Chen Wenxuan, not only for the matter of the ghost eye curse, but also for the idea of doing a mission.

Therefore, the four of them were full of energy and wanted to travel day and night.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

In the central part of Tibet, there are numerous lakes in the Chongchong Mountains, large and small.

At noon that day, a group of four people, led by Queqiao Shao, crossed a snow mountain range. In the canyon in the middle of the snow mountain range, there is a large lake as clear as jade, and the end is endless.

Looking down from above, 860 can also see a group of monks and pilgrims gathered by the lake.

""Brother, is this Namtso?"

Seeing the scene by the lake, Chen Xuan asked Partridge Whistle.

Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner had been to Tibet once and knew a lot about Tibet.

Partridge Whistle said that the divinely gifted poets in Tibet usually gathered near the three holy lakes. Namtso was one of the holy lakes and it was also the largest and easiest to find.

"You won't be wrong"

"Surrounded by mountains, it is long and narrow, with a small island in the middle of the lake. This is the Namtso Heavenly Lake!"

Partridge Whistle nodded excitedly.

Last time he wanted to find the three sacred lakes in Tibet, but because of the distance, he gave up the idea of looking for them.

This time, he must find out all the news about the Demon Kingdom!

Looking down for a moment, Partridge Whistle's eyes suddenly lit up and looked at Chen Wenxuan.

"Brother Chen, there are quite a few people by the lake. How about we split up and ask them?"

"Well, let's meet here in an hour, we still need some time to go down the mountain."

Chen Wenxuan thought for a moment, nodded in response, took Hua Ling's hand, and walked along the foot of the mountain to the Namtso Lake.

Seeing this, Partridge Whistle and the old foreigner walked to the other side.

There were a lot of pilgrims by the lake. I don't know if they were praying or doing something else. Hundreds of people formed a long line and walked around the lakeshore.

In addition to these pilgrims, there were many shabby stone houses built by the lake. There were people sitting in each stone house, including old and young women and children, but most of them were old monks in yellow robes, and in front of them sat many people dressed as herdsmen.

With Chen Wenxuan's eyesight, he could see from a distance that the people in the stone houses were talking.

""A heavenly-granted poet?"

Chen Wenxuan's eyes lit up, and he pulled Hua Ling to quicken his pace.

Because he didn't understand the customs of Tibet, Chen Wenxuan didn't disturb the old monk who was talking in the stone house. He pulled Hua Ling to learn from the surrounding herdsmen to sit cross-legged on the stone.

As he guessed, the old monk was not preaching scriptures, but the biography of King Gesar.

This old monk should be a heavenly-granted poet, and the stone house by the lake should only be for heavenly-granted poets to sit.

He didn't quite understand what the old monk said at the beginning.

But as he listened, the old monk repeatedly mentioned the words Crystal Freedom Mountain, Dapu Demon Tomb.

This immediately attracted Chen Wenxuan's attention.

In his memory.

Crystal Freedom Mountain is the demon slave White Wolf King of the Demon Kingdom, and the ancestor of all the ferocious white wolves in Kunlun Mountain. The

White Wolf King was killed by the Buddhist Master Padmasambhava, and his body turned into a huge crystal stone after his death, so it was called Crystal Freedom Mountain..

Dapu means demon bug in Tibetan. In the legends of the Central Plains, it has different names such as Dapu ghost bug, fire ladybug, ice ladybug, etc.

And the demon tomb should be the nine-story demon tower! (To read the exciting novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Chen Wenxuan and Hua Ling came a little late, and the old monk seemed to have reached the end.

After listening for only five (cgfb) or six minutes, the old monk stopped talking.

After the old monk stood up, the herdsmen who were listening around hurriedly saluted and then dispersed.

Seeing that the old monk was about to leave, Chen Wenxuan pulled Hua Ling to greet him.

The story told by the old monk is indeed related to the Demon Kingdom, but it is not very important. It is all about the demon slaves of the Demon Kingdom. The most important thing is the four words"Demon Tomb". Since the old monk knows the demon slaves so well, he may also know the location of the Demon Tomb.

After all, the Demon Tomb is the entrance to the ancient site of the Demon Kingdom, and those demon slaves are the guards of the entrance.

"Master!"

Chen Wenxuan followed the example of the herdsmen who had saluted the old monk.

"Master, the demon's tomb you mentioned earlier, is it the nine-story demon tower in the legend of King Gesar?"

"Yes."

The old monk nodded gently.

Chen Wenxuan's eyes lit up and he asked,"Then Master, do you know where the Nine-story Demon Tower is?"

"No one knows the location of the demon's tomb."

When Chen Wenxuan asked about this, the old monk's face suddenly darkened, with a bitter smile on his face, and he shook his head.

"It can also be said that those who knew about it never came back."

"Demons are sealed in the Demon Tomb. In Tibetan history, there are many monks with profound spiritual practice who want to exorcise demons and protect the law and completely eradicate the demons, but they all failed."

"Because the demons were sealed and no longer posed a threat to the creatures in the Snow Region, no one came to look for them over time."

"Is that so?...."

Chen Wenxuan was a little disappointed when he heard this and continued to ask

"Master, do you know the approximate location of the demon tomb?"

The old monk nodded, but then shook his head.

"I know, but if you want to slay demons and protect the law, you'd better give up. It's a great kindness to have this intention."

"God told me that the demon's tomb is in Shenluogou"

"If you want to enter Shenluogou, you have to cross the Canggugou behind Gaqingpo. There are tribes from the Crystal Free Mountain guarding there, and they won't let anyone get close to the demon tomb."

After Xiao Liao reminded them a few times, the old monk left with the young monks waiting on the side.

"Husband, we are so lucky!"

After the old monk left, Hua Ling hugged Chen Wenxuan excitedly.

"Well, it's good."

Chen Wenxuan felt the same way.

The King Gesar legend seemed to have tens of millions of words in total.

Every heaven-granted singer knew different stories, all in scattered paragraphs.

They had just found the first heaven-granted singer and got the general location of the Nine-story Demon Tower. This was absolutely lucky.

The most important thing was that the old monk could speak Chinese, which was quite rare.

Although Chinese was popular in Tibet, basically only the younger generation could speak it, and the older generation could only speak Tibetan.

Not to mention Tibet, even in Hunan, most of the elderly still only spoke the Hunan dialect.