What place in this world has unique plateau snowy scenery and gentle beauty in the south?

**, Only ** has such a unique beauty. Devouring novel www.,

For more than 10 days since we entered Tibet, we have traveled all over the place and asked about the cult that controls believers with divine witchcraft. The Tibetans nowadays have no idea that more than 2,000 years ago, this sect ruled the faith of all people.

Although we have nothing to gain in business, the beautiful scenery of the highest level really makes us intoxicated. After experiencing the altitude sickness and getting used to the unique climate of "ten miles of different days" and "four seasons a day", we were like traveling and wandering around us, enjoying this beautiful scenery that is unseen in the mainland, and looking for clues to the Naga Sect, the heart of looking for clues to the Naga Sect gradually faded.

The reason why we are so leisurely is closely related to the changes in my body's reactions. As soon as we entered the Tibet area, the strange feeling that had been entangled with me for more than a month disappeared completely. I got used to the confused and hazy feeling, and was suddenly thrown into the clear world. I was so excited that I was about to cry.

After calling Professor Chen for advice, he believed that the role of this kind of divine witchcraft may be to control believers from being too far away from the divine objects of the sect, and the coverage area may be the entire ** area. In other words, as long as I do not leave **, I can throw my worries about witchcraft and other things behind.

Therefore, I was more at ease immersed in the beautiful scenery of ** and made up my mind that if I really couldn't find any trace of the Naga sect, then I might as well stay there for a long time.

Nothing else, the first impression I gave me is so good.

The sky is high and the air is clear and cloudless. Due to the air pressure, the rare good weather in the mainland is just a matter of nostalgia.

Under such a clear sky, I took Hellen's hand and walked slowly on the grass. I reached out and felt the comfort of the breeze. All the depression was swept away, and the human heart was cleared.

"Hellen, if we really can't find the Naga Sect, we will stay at ** to ride horses and shepherd herding, okay?"

"Okay! Then I want to live in a big tent and make butter tea for you to drink every day." Hellen playedfully, shaking our tightly held hands, and said with a longing.

"Haha, butter tea? No? You said that you can raise a turtle to death. Eat the butter tea you made. When I'm tired of living, I'll talk about it!"

"Hey, hey, why are you hitting me? This is what you said by yourself! Ah!! Stop pinching, it's green, it's not okay if I don't say it anymore!"

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The laughter floated far away in the clear sky, emitting a sweet smell.

"Taozi, found it, found it!" The fat man's thick voice came from a distance.

It took him a while to run to me, and he stuck out his tongue so tired.

"Look at what you're anxious about, have you found something, **beauty?" I joked.

"La~~Lama!"

"Finding a lama? What's the lama going to find? It's all over the street."

"No, no, this lama is different, he knows Naga!" The fat man finally took his anger and said a complete sentence.

Naga, are you finally going to appear in front of me?

I am more happy or more lost at this moment. I am afraid it will be difficult for me to tell. When I first came to Tibet, of course, I hope to find the Naga Sect as soon as possible, solve my troubles as soon as possible, and return to the civilized world.

But after staying in ** for a long time, I actually liked this natural feeling. At this time, the magic tricks on me were equivalent to an excuse, an excuse for everyone to travel around ** without worry.

I took a deep breath, controlled my emotions, and looked at the lama who was slowly walking with Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan.

There are two lamas who came with Lao Hu and the others, one young and the other old. The young are only under 20 years old. Although they are dressed in lama costumes, their faces still have a youthful and tenderness. They often sweep around our clothes with curious eyes.

The old lama is very different. He is in his early seventies, with kind eyes, holding a large flower-carved iron rod, and walked towards us calmly.

"Hello, Lama!" I put my hands together and bowed to the old lama. During these days, I have roughly known about the rules of Tantric Buddhism. Just call the monk and call him Lama directly. If you call him Master Master or something, the other party will not like it.

"I wish you good luck!" The old lama also clasped his hands together and greeted me.

Although this old lama looks kind, he always has a hint of majesty in his eyebrows and eyes, and looks like a person who has been in the upper hand for a long time. This is not an ordinary lama, I came to the conclusion in my heart.

"Where is the Lama practicing?"

"My master was once the assistant to Drepung Monastery. Now he is in Hongyuan. He is going to Latsolam to spend his life in the lake to save the world." A young lama next to him said, with a look full of respect.

Xieyu in Drepung Monastery? I immediately felt awe. Xieyu is a Tibetan language, meaning the iron rod lama. The iron rod lama is an authoritative figure in **, who is in charge of the life and death of the monks and the people in the manor. Drepung is one of the three major temples in Lhasa. From this we can see what kind of authority the old lama has ever had.

No wonder people like this know some secrets.

"Young man, why are you looking for the Naga Sect?" the old lama suddenly opened his mouth.

Perhaps it was his identity as an iron rod lama that gave me confidence. I told him everything without any concealment about the incident.

The old lama pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "You are right, young man, you have indeed been hit by the mysterious magic."

"Is there a way to relieve it?"

"No." The old lama shook his head and said, "The secret technique of divine transmission is originally a magic method that the Naga Sect constrains believers and is not allowed to leave the Tibetan area. There is no way to resolve it."

After hearing what the old lama said, my heart suddenly sank, and my disappointed expression was beyond words.

"But..." the old lama thought for a while and continued.

But, I asked if you can't breathe heavily when you speak. It's easy to kill people. The old lama's words were like holding my heart up, then he threw it heavily to the ground, then shouted that he was wrong, and then picked it up again, making me want to wield a fist to teach him a lesson, but after looking at the iron rod in his hand, I obediently put away this idea.

Such a big iron rod, he actually raised it lightly in his hand and walked so far without blushing or breathing. If he really wants to do it, I am afraid that he will definitely not be the one who is taught a lesson.

"According to the documentary records in the temple, the Naga sect has been passed down from generation to generation. The magical artifact "Pastoral" handed down by the sect masters. All the mantras of Naga mantras come from it. As long as it is destroyed, the mantra will naturally be eliminated."

After saying that, the old lama shook his head and added: "Since 2,000 years ago, when I came to the west and the Naga sect disappeared, the Zhelubi Dharma Protector Bead has remained in the Naga sacred land with the last sects. I am afraid...it will be difficult to damage!"

Just know what to do, isn’t it just a holy place? I just poured it into a cemetery.

"Please give me advice, where is that holy land?"

"Young man, do you have to remove the power of your mantra? You must know that as long as you don't leave the Tibetan area, you will be no different from ordinary people?" The old lama said earnestly.

"It must be, although ** is good, but not my family. All my friends, brothers, and memories of the past are outside, and I cannot stay here forever - although the beauty of the scenery here is the only one I have seen in my life." I looked at the junction of water and sky, and said lightly without hesitation.

The old lama looked at my eyes deeply and nodded, "Okay, Lama will accompany you to come!"

"Ah!" Two screams of surprise sounded, one was mine, and the other was made by the little lama.

"The lama doesn't need to be so compassionate. As long as we point out the way, we will be grateful." I quickly advised, it was not that I really didn't want the old lama to help, but just that he was old. If something happened to help us, my conscience would be unbearable.

"Master, didn't you make a wish to turn the lake?" the little lama asked softly.

"Saving a life is better than turning a lake for a thousand years. When the matter is over, if the Lama still has his life, he will pray for the lake for all living beings, and the Buddha will not blame him." The old Lama said seriously, and his face was not surprising. At this moment, it seemed that he was so solemn in treasure.

"Xie Xie'o is merciful!" I bowed deeply to the old lama. This time, I must be much more sincere and upright.
Chapter completed!