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Chapter 213 Samye Temple
After hearing what Qu Annan said, Wen Wanwan silently gave a thumbs up in her heart.

There is nothing wrong with saying that the heart of playing tactics is dirty.

This guy is mainly responsible for the formulation of tactics and plans in the shaman. If he can strengthen the power of the shaman in modern society, it can be seen how dirty this guy is in terms of strategy formulation.

Wen Wanwan still remembers that in order to compete for a precious medicinal material, this guy accepted the holy son of the church as an apprentice in advance.

After they exhausted their efforts and killed and injured countless people to get the medicinal materials, they somehow found that their holy son was missing.

The moment the truth was found out, the entire church fell silent.

The shaman is very strong, and it is not a problem for a few old guys to join forces to take over the small church, but unfortunately, this guy just plays some dirty things.

Forced to do so, the small church used several precious medicinal materials to exchange for its own holy son.

But the matter is not over yet. Have you ever heard that people are in Cao Ying and their hearts are in Han?
That's right, the disciples from back then have now grasped a lot of real power in the church, and it will take less than ten years to completely control the entire church.

Until that day, it will not be a problem for the shaman to add another branch!
"Okay, I see, I will come back as soon as I finish it."

With someone supporting her behind her, Wen Wanwan felt relaxed a lot.

One can imagine how much those people would have to pay to make Qu Annan let go when the effect of his method of cultivating land with beasts appeared later.

"Don't worry, the benefits this time are indispensable to you. If it goes well, maybe I can get you half a box of relics to play with."

Qu Annan asked Wen Wanwan to mourn for the group of people for a few seconds with a treacherous voice.

After communicating the details again, Wen Wanwan also hung up the phone, and then continued to browse the information of the rescue station in the snow area.

The ecological environment affects the whole body. As long as there is a problem in one place, the entire ecology will change accordingly.

Now that I know the overall environment of the snow area, I can find many problems when I read the information again.

The golden eagle is the most serious problem and can be observed with the naked eye, but other animals have many problems.

Insufficient food causes a large number of herbivores to reproduce difficultly.

The mortality rate of cubs has soared, and carnivores need a lot of meat every day to supplement their body's consumption.

If this development continues, the number of golden eagles will drop sharply again, and other carnivores will also drop to a freezing point in the next three to five years.

This point is the last struggle of ecological self-regulation ability, using the remaining resources to support a complete ecological chain.

But it is indeed in jeopardy. Once there is a problem in any link, it will collapse across the board!
After consulting a lot of information, Wen Wanwan also felt a headache.

Fortunately, Gang Rinpoche said that [-]% to [-]% can be restored by using the method of raising animals twice, but the ecological environment in so many places in the snow area is deteriorating, and this is the most troublesome place.

The only ones that are better are probably aquatic animals and animals that depend on rivers for survival.

It cannot be said that there are no fishing activities in the snow area, but there are very few.

In other words, most people who go to the snow area will not try to fish with cheap hands.

As for why...

There is a water burial in that place!

After countless years of accumulation, what is there in the river that even the locals are not sure about, and outsiders still want to fish it?
Wen Wanwan is constantly perfecting her plan, and time is like the last tenderness of Toujiu, gradually disappearing under Gouzi's madness.

In a blink of an eye, it was already three days later, after Wen Wanwan explained the matter of the rescue station, she also put on her big backpack and rushed towards the snow area.

People leave in the morning, planes land at noon, and trains arrive at night.

The moment she stepped out of the gate of the train station, even Wen Wanwan's physical strength felt weak for a while.

The altitude of this place is high, and with the long journey, Wen Wanwan wished she could find a pillow and lie down now.

"Excuse me, is this Dr. Wen?"

Before she walked out of the square of the train station, a figure stood in front of her.

Looking at the lama in patchwork clothes in front of him, Wen Wanwan also showed a lot of respect.

Not everyone can wear this kind of patchwork clothes. Only those who are truly good can be admired by the people. A piece of cloth is produced from house to house, and it is slowly sewed stitch by stitch.

In other words, the lamas who can wear a patchwork robe are all carrying monstrous merits and virtues!
"it's me!"

"Please come with me, the children are looking forward to your arrival."

Wen Wanwan's eyes sized up the lama's body for a moment. His skin was dry and cracked, and the muscles on his legs increased significantly.

Coupled with the injured hand, it is obvious that this is a real ascetic monk.

"Where are we going?"

"Samye Temple."

Hearing this, Wen Wanwan's eyes lit up immediately.

In fact, many people think that the Potala Palace is the holy place of Tibetan Buddhism, but it is not.

The Potala Palace originated from the palace built for Princess Wencheng when she entered Tibet in the 7th century, but it was not completed until the 17th century when it was built to the current scale.

This palace is more of a symbolic meaning, and it has developed to be more of a scenic spot.

The real first monastery in Tibetan Buddhism is Sangye Monastery. Its full name is Bezama Sangyemin Jiulunji Baizu Lakang.

That's right, if the language of this place is translated, it's so convoluted. If a person who comes to the snowy area doesn't have a local to act as an interpreter, it's really confusing.

Before the seventeenth century, outsiders were not allowed to enter this place at all.

but now……

It can only be said that any school stationed in metaphysics cannot escape the fate of a tourist attraction. Today, the ticket for the Samye Temple is only 40 yuan.

All the way out of the square of the train station, a car has long been waiting here.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Wen Wanwan finally arrived at the resting place tonight.

Just after packing her backpack, a lama took her to a side hall.

"Doctor Wen, dinner is ready!"

Wen Wanwan looked at a large table of delicacies in front of him and a man in a suit sat on a chair with doubts on his face.

The man waved the Lama back, leaving them alone in the room.

"Doctor Wen, let me introduce first, my name is Li Yang, and I was sent by the superior to watch over here."

The development of any religion cannot escape a bloody period of history. Similarly, places that are not under surveillance cannot escape the fate of being watched.

After all, the secret method of turning corpses into gold is just banned, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"Hello there!"

"You came here this time because the people here left and I applied for it through my relationship."

(End of this chapter)