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"Tell him, no parking is allowed, no matter what, he must arrive at Tingri tonight, even if he wants to get out, he must send me to Tingri," Xie Lang growled loudly.

At this time, the snowstorm was even bigger.

Who would have thought that it would start to snow in October, the road was already difficult, but now it was dark and snowy, it was even more difficult, the driver was justified in retreating.

"But brother Xie Lang, when it snows now, we can't see the road clearly, and it's night again. We may die on the way before we reach the fixed date. At that time, we can only serve the night wolf as dinner." Tsomo said anxiously.

"However, when the snow comes up, the road might be closed for several days. How could it be possible to go to Mount Everest at that time," Xie Lang said urgently.

At this time, the off-road vehicle had already stopped, and the Tibetan driver was not going to move forward.

"Clang,~"

A section of the Chinese pipe knife in Xie Lang's hand popped out and touched the back of the driver's neck, and then said to Tsom: "Tell him, if you don't leave, I will kill him now and let him listen to what I say Do it, I tell him to turn as soon as he turns, nothing will happen, but if he is disobedient, he will really have to serve the night wolf as dinner."

Xie Lang's movement touched the wound on his hand, but he had gradually become numb to the pain, so he didn't even hum this time.

Before Tsoom could translate, the driver had started the car again. It turned out that he could actually understand Chinese.

"It's up to you whether we can reach the destination smoothly tonight," Xie Lang held the Bahu in his mouth, prayed a few words to himself, and then the Bahu jumped out of the car window with a "whoosh~" and turned into a golden The mouse, parting the snow on the road, quickly explored the road ahead.

Xie Lang's spiritual sense and Bahu were fully compatible, feeling the changes in the road surface, and said to the driver: "Go straight, and then turn left when I tell you to turn left... By the way, turn left here, follow my That mouse..."

The Tyrant not only explored the road, but also turned its tail rapidly, stirring up a whirlwind, and rolled up the snowflakes around it, like a silver snake spreading on the road, barely guiding the driver on the way forward.

At the very beginning, the driver was always worried, worried that he would drive the car into some cliff and ravine, but after a while, he found that Xie Lang and the strange mouse were leading the right path, and he gradually felt relieved.

In the eyes of Tsomu, Xie Lang's image became taller again at this time, and he had secretly made up his mind that he must learn Xie Lang's skills.

In this way, at midnight, the three of Xie Lang finally arrived at Dingri.

After parking the car, Xie Lang threw another 1000 yuan to the Tibetan driver and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have threatened you earlier, but I really have something urgent to do. Well, you can go back when the weather clears. I'll hire another car,"

When Xie Lang got out of the car, he felt his world spinning for a while, and he almost landed on the snow, so Tsomu hurriedly supported him.

"It's okay, it's just a little dizzy, it may be hypoxia, altitude sickness," Xie Lang said, but in fact it was because Xie Lang was connected with the Bahu's consciousness along the way, and there was almost no interruption for a moment. So it is conceivable that Xie Lang's spirit was exhausted in this way. In the past, when Xie Lang used the tyrant to fight with others, he never felt so hard.

At this time, the Tibetan driver rushed over again, put the money back into Xie Lang's hand, and said something excitedly.

"What did he say," Xie Lang asked Tsomu.

"He said he didn't charge you to go. The three of us were able to get here safely in the snowstorm because you were protected by the goddess," Tsoom said, "Actually, I also think that we are really blessed by the goddess Buddha’s blessing, otherwise I would definitely not be able to come here.”

The driver not only resolutely refused to accept Xie Lang's money, but also expressed his intention to continue driving for Xie Lang tomorrow.

Tibetans more or less have the habit of believing in gods, and Xie Lang didn't argue with the driver. He was really exhausted at this time, so Tsomu took the two of them to a tavern.

Although it was already midnight at this time, there were still many people drinking in the tavern.

"Little Tsomu, you haven't been here for a year or two... You've grown so tall," the boss at the bar should know Tsomu, and hastily poured two glasses of wine for Xie Lang and the driver, and poured a glass of wine for Tsomu. Drinking a cup of hot milk tea, "It's so late, where are you from?"

"We came from Shigatse," said Tsomo, who was caught in a snowstorm on the way.

"What, you brat, you are too courageous. You dare to ask them to drive at night in this weather. Fortunately, nothing happened," the boss said, "Little guy, you have been in this area for several years. How come you don't know how to advance and retreat?"

Tsomu stuck out his tongue and took a sip of hot milk tea, "Fortunately, we are fine, oh yes, find us a place to stay, we have to hurry tomorrow morning,"

"You little brat, where are you going tomorrow? I think the wind and snow will definitely not stop tomorrow," the boss asked.

"Goddess Peak, there is something urgent, I have to go there," Tsomu said.

"Well, I'll arrange accommodation for you," the boss said, and asked another person to take Xie Lang and the others to a place to sleep.

In this kind of place, of course, there are no hotels or hotels for accommodation, but the room is relatively warm and clean. As soon as Xie Lang's body touched the bed, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

the next morning.

Sure enough, as the tavern owner expected, the wind and snow did not stop the next day, and even got worse.

The off-road vehicle was already trapped in the snow, and it was impossible for the car to move forward after a night of snow.

But the facts once again proved that Tsomu is indeed an experienced "little tour guide". He actually helped Xie Lang rent a sled. Although the price was a bit expensive, Xie Lang thought it was worth it.

Of course, the driver can only stay here and wait for the world to improve.

While tidying up and saluting, Xie Lang tried to dial Ran Ling's number, because Xie Lang wanted to know if there was any progress on Ran Ling's side.

This time, Ran Ling finally answered Xie Lang's call.

During the phone call, Ran Ling was a little angry, because in the last attack on their camp, more than a dozen soldiers were killed and seriously injured, and the lamas captured earlier had been killed by their accomplices. After finding new clues, he asked Xie Lang about his current movements, and Xie Lang told the truth that he was on his way to Mount Everest.

"You said Xixi was taken to Mount Everest by them." Ran Ling obviously didn't believe it, "Tibet is so big, why did they bother to get Xixi to Mount Everest? Where did you get this clue from? come,"

"Mostly, it's just based on intuition," Xie Lang said, because this trip to Mount Everest is actually just a chance.

However, trying his luck is better than staying in Lhasa and doing nothing, this is Xie Lang's idea.

"In this weather, the vicinity of Mount Everest is a death zone. Be careful yourself. I don't expect to go to your house to report the funeral." Although Ran Ling's words were a little unpleasant, there was still a sense of concern.

"Thank you, I believe I'm not a short-lived ghost," Xie Lang said, and hung up the phone.

Tsoom rented a motor sled, and it sped across the snow, faster than a car on this kind of road.

After more than three hours, we finally arrived at the most famous foothold below Mount Everest: Rongbuk Monastery.

The Rongbuk Monastery is nearly 5000 meters above sea level, and Xie Lang finally suffered from the so-called altitude sickness, but this kid Tsomu is really as strong as a kid, and he has nothing to do, and he is still alive and kicking like a monkey.

According to the narration of Daddy Tsom, the area below Mount Everest is the area where the Heizong lamas are frequently active, but this Rongbuk Monastery is said to have been built by the Red Sect lamas. In the eyes of Tibetans, several peaks in the Mount Everest are It is the territory of the gods, so religious groups should have a lot of meaning to build temples here. As for practicing on the mountain where the gods live, of course it is completely understandable.

I heard that many virtuous and eminent monks finally chose to practice and ascend in a mysterious cave on Mount Everest.

Therefore, it is not surprising that people from the Black Sect practice asceticism here.

Tsomu was drinking milk tea at this time, Xie Lang called him over, and said in a low voice: "Tsom, you don't know where the secret cave of Heizong is, and then I can only try my luck alone Yes, you just stay here and wait for me to come back, you know,"

"No, I'm going with you," Tsoom said, "I'm more flexible than you in the snow,"

"You are here to practice the toy-making and carving techniques I taught you. When you are familiar with it, I will teach you other things when you come back," Xie Lang said, "Otherwise, I won't teach you anything anymore. up,"

"I..." Tsomu said angrily, obviously a little unhappy.

Xie Lang sighed softly, this is not a trip, he really can't take Tsomu on an adventure.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside Rongbuk Monastery, as if something happened.

"Come and see, there's a fight~" someone shouted outside.

Xie Lang and Tsomu also went out, and saw a dozen lamas besieging another lama, shouting and drinking, these lamas who usually pay respects to the Buddha, started their hands at this time, they are nothing like street hooligans different.

"Brother Xie Lang, that lama belongs to the Heizong," Tsomu said to Xie Lang at this time.

"Why, those of the Black Sect should wear black monk robes," Xie Lang said.

"Look, on the monk's back, where the clothes were kicked torn, there is a tattoo of a Buddha statue," Tsoom said. "The lamas here don't have tattoos, and they don't even tattoo Buddha statues on their bodies. The disrespect of gods and Buddhas, so it must not be the lamas of Rongbuk Monastery, otherwise, how could they fight, "

"Good boy, you are really smart," Xie Lang praised.

At this time, the tattooed lama of the Heizong was kicked and rolled on the ground, but he didn't even hum.

However, the lama obviously paid attention to Xie Lang, because Xie Lang felt that he looked at him several times.

Although this was not a wink, Xie Lang felt that it excited him more than a wink, because it proved that the people of the Black Sect had noticed his whereabouts.

The dozen or so lamas who besieged kicked for a while, and probably felt bored, so they imprisoned the lama of the Heizong.

There were quite a few people watching the scene, many of them came for tourism, and no one stood up to criticize the lama's atrocities at this time.

Perhaps everyone feels that in this environment, the power of the law has become very weak.

After more than a dozen lamas locked up the lama of the Black Sect, they dispersed separately.

Rongbuk Monastery is not very big, Xie Lang searched for a while with Bahu's help, and soon found the place where the lama was imprisoned.

The big lock and chain on the door were not a problem for Xie Lang, but seeing Xie Lang's skillful unlocking action and the way he had already cut the chain, the Heizong Lama was still a little surprised in his eyes.

Xie Lang didn't say much, avoiding the rest of the lamas in Rongbuk Monastery, and led the Heizong lama out of the monastery.

Outside the temple, the wind and snow became even stronger.

The figures of the two people quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.

Seeing that the image of Rongbuk Monastery had blurred in his vision, Xie Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the Heizong lama, "You, did you come here specifically to find me?"

The Heizong Lama nodded and said: "That's right, the great Miaofa master said that the gods will guide you to this place, dedicate our noble holy objects, and let me wait here. It seems that what he said is true. That's right,"

The lama was wounded all over, but he didn't groan, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all.

"The person captured by you, Miss Ran, is she still safe now?" Xie Lang asked.

"She is a guest at the Shenyun Grotto on the mountain. She is very nice. As long as you cooperate with us, she will be unharmed," said the lama, who is quite fluent in Chinese.

"Of course, as long as she is safe and sound, then any conditions can be negotiated," Xie Lang said, "Where is the Shenyun Cave?"

"On a clear day, near the peak of Shennv Peak, a mysterious cloud will appear, which is where the Shenyun Cave is located," the lama said in awe-filled tone, "There is the place where the gods breath out. Practicing, you will be protected and guided by the gods even more,"

"Colorful Cloud," Xie Lang said in surprise. As far as he knew, the Colossus on Mount Everest was no more than 1000 meters above the summit, which means that the altitude of the Shenyun Cave mentioned by this lama is at least 7000 meters. The weather, going to such a height is simply courting death.

The Rongbuk Monastery is only more than 5000 meters above sea level, and Xie Lang has already felt a little breathless and his mind is a little inflexible. It is unimaginable to go up to a height of 2000 meters.

The most important thing is that the oxygen cylinders and other equipment bought earlier are still in Rongbuk Monastery.

"Don't be afraid, the wind and snow are just a test for us. As long as we have a meaningless heart, we can reach any corner of the world, because we have always been guided by the gods," Hei Zong Lama said devoutly, "I feel sore all over my body. It's an injury, and you're not afraid of the dangerous future, so you're ready to retreat in spite of the difficulties, "

"This damn lama actually used the aggressive method," Xie Lang cursed in his heart, but after thinking about it, it was indeed the case. A person with wounds all over his body is not afraid of a dangerous future. Could it be that he, a healthy person, is instead Be afraid.

Of course, Xie Lang is not really healthy, at least his two hands can't use force yet, but in comparison, this lama's situation is indeed much worse than him.

Xie Lang even suspected that this lama should not even be able to crawl after being attacked by so many people.

But in fact, the Lama actually walked faster than Xie Lang, leading the way ahead.

Xie Lang asked some more questions about Ran Xixi, such as Ran Xixi's appearance and attire, and the lama answered them all correctly. It seems that Ran Xixi was indeed imprisoned by them.

Xie Lang wanted to secretly contact Ran Ling with his mobile phone to tell him the good news, but unfortunately the mobile phone signal here was gone.

It seems that the operator's slogan "The world is at your fingertips, communication is everywhere" is bullshit, because there is not even the slightest signal at this time, so Xie Lang can only worry.

The two walked along the hillside for almost an hour, Xie Lang already felt very tired, even a little dizzy.

Crawling on a high mountain is not the same as walking on flat ground. The load of high altitude and low air pressure is several times that of walking on flat ground, or even more, and Xie Lang knows that this is just the beginning, and the higher the journey will be, the harder it will be. It becomes more and more difficult to walk, and even each step may consume more energy and physical strength than the previous step.

Another gust of wind blew, and Xie Lang felt that he was about to fall down.

"Let's take a break," Xie Lang said. After all, he is still a mortal body. This kind of high-intensity consumption has made him a little unbearable. If he doesn't rest, he feels that he may not have seen Ran Xixi yet. , he will be buried in this snow mountain first.

"Young man, let me tell you, this is the real practice," the Heizong Lama said with a smile, "What is penance, it is to exchange the pain of the body for the purity and sublimation of the spirit, and your spirit is not for the body at all. When you are dragged down, you can transcend the mortal body and become a Buddha and become a saint. Therefore, when you are tired and suffering, it is actually the best time to practice. At this time, you must not stop to rest and support yourself. In the past, your body and spirit will cross a new realm, haha~"

However, this Heizong lama had just laughed three times, and suddenly he couldn't laugh anymore, and his face suddenly turned a liver color.

"Pfft~"

A mouthful of blood spewed out from the lama's mouth, and after falling into the snow, it soon turned into frost.

Xie Lang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that this lama was on the verge of dying, probably because he was seriously injured and forced to perform such high-intensity mountain climbing exercises, which caused internal hemorrhage and died.

At this time, Xie Lang had no intention of researching the cause of the lama's death, and asked, "Damn, where is the Shenyun Cave?"

"Go to the top of the peak and see the Buddha... light..."

The lama spit out these few words, and then he stopped breathing. His eyes were wide open, as if he was unwilling to die like this. Maybe he once thought that he would be successful in cultivation, transform into a rainbow, become a Buddha and become a saint. .

However, the lama's words may still be reasonable, because after Xie Lang insisted on walking for a while, he found that he was not as tired as before, and his spirit seemed to be much better, so Xie Lang continued to head towards the peak.

After walking up for another two hours, the peak was still far away. At this time, Xie Lang already felt that his limit had been reached.

Without oxygen, without enough food to supplement, it seems to have entered a state of despair.

At this time, the tyrants, apricot sparrows, ribs... are all useless, and they can only rely on their own beliefs and will to support them.

The road to the top of the mountain is getting steeper and steeper, and you have to rely on your hands to climb it, but every time Xie Lang exerts strength, it hurts him to the marrow. The dozen or so steel needles seem to be like a reminder, Unceasingly spread the pain all over the body.

"No, if this goes on like this, I must die, this damn weather, this damn mountain," Xie Lang cursed loudly, but in the snowstorm, his voice and strength seemed so small.

"Crack,~"

A piece of ice that Xie Lang was holding in his hand broke apart suddenly, Xie Lang lost his strength, and was blown by the strong wind, and immediately rolled over.

Fortunately, the slope here is relatively gentle, and the snow is not too hard. After tumbling dozens of somersaults, Xie Lang finally thrust his hands into the snow, and then exerted force on his feet at the same time. Only then did he counteract the inertial momentum of the roll, and barely stabilized his figure.

But the wound on his hand burst open immediately, and blood spattered on the white snow.

"Ah~"

Xie Lang yelled.

In such a desperate situation, facing the power of heaven and earth, Xie Lang felt the insignificance of manpower for the first time. Even if he has the art of organs and the art of changing faces, what use can he make on this snowfield and iceberg?

Xie Lang yelled a few times, and suddenly found that the blood spattered from his hand earlier had formed a strange pattern.

It turned out to be Fengwen, the Fengwen on the Western Zhou actor that Ma Wencheng gave to Xie Lang.

When he saw this Feng Wen, Xie Lang's thoughts suddenly moved. He thought about the meaning of Feng Wen that he had thought about thousands of times but didn't understand, but now he suddenly understood it.

"Crack,~"

The bones on Xie Lang's arm made a sound similar to the movement of a machine, every second, and he suddenly felt the pain in his arm slowly disappearing.

In this desperate situation, when the physical pain reached the limit, even when he was on the verge of death, Xie Lang's spirit suddenly cleared up, and he realized something that he couldn't comprehend before.

In the past, when Xie Lang used Fengwen, he used Fengwen from the inside out, and the description was added to the outside; but this time, Xie Lang felt for the first time that he was transformed by Fengwen's power.

For Fengwen's power to be manifested, it needs a corresponding carrier, and the "spirituality" of the carrier will also affect Fengwen's power.

This time, Xie Lang used his own blood as a carrier to miraculously introduce Fengwen's power into himself, and there was indeed an element of luck in it. However, human blood is originally a material with spirituality, let alone the blood of an earthworker.

Knowing everything, Xie Lang understood this truth, and began to use a Chinese pipe knife to draw the [-] phoenix inscriptions on the actors of the Western Zhou Dynasty on his arms one by one.

Of course, this is not a simple portrayal, every stroke is integrated with Xie Lang's own spiritual sense and understanding of Fengwen.

When portraying, Xie Lang could no longer hear the sound of wind and snow whistling in his ears, only the sound of Ma Wencheng performing the "Song of Mechanism and Bones" with his body in Maliu Lane, Xie Lang's strokes, together with His whole body fluctuated and swayed naturally with this sound, and one after another Feng Wen gradually appeared clearly on Xie Lang's arm.

Afterwards, Xie Lang heard a similar sound from the bones on his body. Although it was small, it was very clear, and it merged with Ma Wencheng's voice in his consciousness, releasing it harmoniously and naturally.

After Xie Lang finished drawing the two hundred and six phoenix characters, the sound from his body just stopped.

"Slap, ~"

The steel needles nailed to the wrists of the two hands suddenly shot out one by one, and then shot into the snow with coefficients.

At this moment, Xie Lang felt that his hands and whole body were in an extremely wonderful and comfortable feeling.

The high mountains above his head and the whistling wind and snow are no longer difficult for Xie Lang. [17K Chinese website, happy genuine reading]

Xie Lang had never felt so good before. He rushed to the top of the mountain with such light steps, and the previous feeling was really heaven and earth.

After rushing for a while, the slope became steeper and steeper, so Xie Lang could only use his hands and feet to climb towards the mountain.

Drowsiness, altitude sickness, all seemed to disappear suddenly.

Moreover, every time Xie Lang felt that there was something uncomfortable in his body or could not bear the pressure of the environment, the bones in that place would make a mechanical movement sound, and then Xie Lang could feel the bones in that place and the surrounding area. My muscles and nerves experienced some miraculous changes, and then the uncomfortable feeling disappeared, which seemed very miraculous.

But Xie Lang didn't know that although this trip to Mount Everest was a challenge for him, it was also an excellent opportunity to practice. The beauty of bringing Fengwen's power from the outside to the inside, and under such a harsh environment, using the strong pressure of the outside world, he gradually and naturally further transformed his body.

The benefits of this, I am afraid that even Xie Lang himself did not expect,