"Not a foreigner?" Wu Xie frowned, thinking carefully in his heart, and said no more.
However, when he went out to get some fresh air at night, he happened to meet that group of people.
No, it should be said that there is more than one group of people.
When Wu Xie passed by, he happened to see two groups of people confronting each other in the dining hall, but they did not show it clearly on their faces. The aura between the two groups was separated by the distinct Chu River and Han boundaries.
The young lamas who used to eat in the dining hall wisely moved to the small hall on the other side and used it as a temporary dining place.
After seeing Wu Xie coming, people on both sides restrained themselves a lot and acted as if nothing had happened.
Wu Xie paused and walked into the canteen to eat. He sat down on a bench near the middle and observed them calmly while eating.
The group of people on the left near the food outlet are larger in number and appear to be more uniformly dressed. Judging from their attire, they seem to be members of a tourist photography group, both men and women.
They were still talking about something while eating. They were going to a deep place in the mountains to take pictures of snowy scenery. The best time had not yet arrived, so they rested in the Lama Temple. They had just arrived at the temple today.
You can tell from their accents that they are from Xiangjiang. They came here because they heard that the scenery here is good, so they organized it through the Travel Friend website and it seemed like they were going to stay for a long time.
If it were the former Wu Xie, he would definitely think that they are really here for tourism, but after systematic training, Wu Xie can see at a glance that these people's nerves are tense and they are wary of another group of people.
, and from time to time someone would glance at Wu Xie from the corner of his eye.
Moreover, these people's physical qualities were average, and at a glance, one could see that there were three of them who were definitely very skilled. At the very least, Wu Xie felt that he could not defeat any of them alone.
The seven or eight people on the other side came a few days ago. They were the strange people with no origin that Langka mentioned. It seems that they started arriving one after another since the night Wu Xie came to the temple.
Come in and live.
Compared with the people in the travel group, these people behaved much more leisurely. They looked like a temporary expedition team. They were all strong young men. The people inside also communicated in Tibetan. Wu Xie listened.
Don't know what is being said.
As he watched, a young man wearing a complicated blue Tibetan robe walked in from the door carrying two lunch boxes.
The people in the expedition team all looked over and stopped eating in unison.
Wu Xie was startled and wondered what was going on. Could it be that he was an enemy? But it didn't look like it from the look on his face.
The blue-robed Tibetan nodded to them, walked over, grabbed two meals, and headed out.
One of the people in the expedition team stood up and stopped him and asked something in Tibetan. The blue-robed Tibetan didn't know what he said back. It was obvious that everyone in the expedition team was relieved.
Judging from the few interactions between this group of people and the Blue Robe Tibetans, they belong to the same group, and the status of the Blue Robe Tibetans is slightly higher.
Even if he tried his best to hide it, Wu Xie had been sitting on his third uncle's chair for so long and had been to many places where people and animals were mixed together. This flaw that was inadvertently revealed could not stop him.
The blue-robed Tibetan ordered two portions of food, and it was obvious that the other portion was for someone else, and that person was probably the person the expedition team asked about.
That person seemed quite important to them.
After finishing his meal quickly, Wu Xie quickly left the canteen with doubts in his heart.
What he didn't know was that at the moment he turned around and walked out, a strange scene occurred in the dining hall.
Everyone who was eating turned to look at his back until he disappeared from the door.
Then the two parties looked at each other, turned away their eyes in disgust, and went to eat by themselves.
After the group of travel friends took the lead to leave the dining hall, Wu Xie leaned out half of his body from behind a pillar and looked at the people who were still slowly clearing away the dishes in the dining hall, and then turned around and returned to his place behind him.
Mountain house.
He didn't want to cause trouble yet until something was clear.
Wu Xie didn't feel much sleepy at night, so he chatted with Chen Xuehan, and then he learned that the traveling group would come here every winter, sometimes early and sometimes late, and Chen Xuehan had also served as their tour guide several times.
Moreover, Chen Xuehan also revealed a very key information point to Wu Xie. The first destined person who came to Medog to see the oil painting ten years ago was accompanied by a woman at that time. But today, Chen Xuehan is in the travel group.
I saw that woman again.
The clues in Wu Xie's mind were connected one by one, and he was very sure that the purpose of this traveling group was the same as his, and they came for things deep in the snow-capped mountains.
And the purpose of the people in the expedition team who were obviously in opposition to them was soon revealed.
To him, whether these two people are enemies or friends, it is difficult to draw a conclusion yet.
Wu Xie felt that he should check first, so the next day he asked Langka to go down the mountain to check the woman's information based on the sketch drawn by Chen Xuehan. He would start with her while he stayed in the Lama Temple and continued to observe secretly.
However, the next day, something unexpected happened to him. He saw that there was another group of people in the Lama Temple. Counting the previous two groups and himself, there were already four waves of people in the Lama Temple, and today
The people I met were serious Germans.
Chen Xuehan also realized something was wrong. He looked at Wu Xie and intuitively felt that the reason why these people gathered here was probably inextricably related to him.
Wu Xie can naturally think of things that Chen Xuehan can think of, and he is afraid that their target is not only for him, but also for the information that Muyu left for him.
"Do me a favor." He said to Chen Xuehan.
"What are you busy with?" Chen Xuehan became alert.
"It's not a big deal." Wu Xie looked at Chen Xuehan's face and figure. The two were about the same height, and because their clothes were thick in winter, the figure would not be visible as long as the difference in figure was not too obvious.
Wu Xie took out a stack of bills and said, "I need you to pretend to be me for a few days to delay the process."
Chen Xuehan looked at him in disbelief, wondering if his mind had been confused by Feng Chui. The difference in skin color between the two was so obvious that they were not the same color at all. Anyone who was not blind could recognize it.
"You don't have to worry about it." Wu Xie put the money into his hand, then turned around and pulled out a small box from under the box that Zhang Zhuxun left for him.
Open it, and there is a mask inside, as well as some special potions.
I felt once again that Muyu was so good at preparing for a rainy day. When Chen Xuehan looked confused, he quickly put the "Wu Xie" face on his face.
This Wu Xie has experience, and the black blind man is a master of disguise. He has learned a little bit and can deal with it temporarily, but there is no problem.
There was no mirror in the room. After finishing it, he took a picture of Chen Xuehan with his mobile phone to show him how he looked now, and then said: "You should pay more attention these days. The skin on your neck is covered by the collar and scarf."
Cover it so it's not obvious, and don't expose your hands when you're outside. Your hands are as black as charcoal-grilled lamb hooves."
Chen Xuehan saw such a novel gadget for the first time and thought it was fun and profitable. He rolled his eyes at Wu Xie's mocking words and didn't say anything against it.
In the next few days, Chen Xuehan kept in Wu Xie's face, going out for a walk during dinner, and then staying peacefully in the house to lay down his corpse, temporarily confusing the people who were staring at Wu Xie.
While those people's targets were not on him, Wu Xie secretly put on Chen Xuehan's clothes with black face, and took advantage of the evening to go to Deren to discuss some matters about Zhang Chuxun.
The old man Deren was a bit picky, and he squeezed out a little bit every time like toothpaste. When Wu Xie guessed some clues and asked him, he would smile and tell him the next clue.
On the third day, when Wu Xie went to see Deren again, he was told by the little lama that all the big lamas had gone to the top of the temple to discuss some things that had happened. That was a place where outsiders and unqualified people had no right to enter.
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Wu Xie also wanted to participate in the discussion, but the young lama who sent the message told him that he would be notified of the time and place of the discussion, and he could not enter the discussion at any time.
Wu Xie sighed dejectedly and planned to return quietly the way he came.
As he was approaching a patio near Muyu's house, Wu Xie suddenly saw a person on the corridor in front of him, standing sideways by the fence post, looking at the beautiful sunset scenery on the distant mountains.
The sunset shone from the eaves opposite, and the reddish light spots shone on the side of his face. The man was wearing a red and white Tibetan robe, and his hair was tied into many beautiful little braids with colorful threads, and the remaining
Her long hair hangs loosely on her back.
Wu Xie stared at the man quietly for a long time, and suddenly felt that his profile looked familiar, but because it was against the light, he couldn't see clearly.
Feeling that someone was looking at him, the man turned his head slightly and glanced at Wu Xie. His eyes remained still for two seconds, and then he turned and walked away.
That glance made Wu Xie tremble all over, and he suddenly came to his senses, and he immediately chased after him.
That is the face of "Wu Xie", that person has the exact same face as "Wu Xie"!
He followed that "Wu Xie" for a long time and came to a place in the lamasery that he had never set foot before.
There are many small patios in the Lama Temple. The place is very deserted. There is no atmosphere of human habitation and no sound of human beings can be heard.
There are some mottled Buddhist murals on the walls of the patio. Because of the open air, the patterns on them have peeled off and some color patches remain, making it impossible to identify the original patterns.
The man was walking slowly and leisurely in front, but Wu Xie was always falling behind him and could not catch up with him.
Walking to the corner of the corridor, Wu Xie could see the red sun on the top of the snow-capped mountains directly grazing the corrugated roof eaves and projecting it down obliquely. The man's body was haloed with a golden blurry outline by the natural light.
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There was only a straight black figure in the dazzling light. When Wu Xie followed closely, the light was blocked by shadows. In the blink of an eye, the figure who was walking in the halo had disappeared.
Wu Xie hurriedly looked around, but saw the back of a person in the middle of the patio.
He was certain that this person was just in a daze there and was not really looking at anything.
But he just didn't dare to go there, because this back figure was so familiar to him, so familiar that at that moment, he even wondered if he was in a trance, or if he suddenly stepped into another space from the halo.
That was the back of the little brother. He was wearing a red Tibetan robe, sitting quietly on the stone in the patio. There was snow all around, but he didn't seem cold at all, but entered his own mind completely calmly.
In the world.
Wu Xie didn't know how long he had been in this place. He just stood there blankly, looking at the back, wondering what was going on?
Didn’t the little brother say it would take ten years? Why did he come out?
Could it be that what he said about guarding the gate was simply deceiving himself? Or was it that something new had happened?
Or maybe, behind the bronze door in the Himalayas and Changbai Mountain are actually connected, and the little brother sneaked here directly from Changbai Mountain?
He thought again of "Wu Xie" who was wearing a Tibetan robe. Damn it, that was probably Muyu.
His heart suddenly burned with anger. Damn it, these two people secretly held a party here behind his back and the fat man's back!
Look at the Tibetan robes on this body, they are all the same style as my grandson’s!
He immediately jumped out from the corridor fence and ran in front of the figure in a few steps. At this sight, the sleepwalking anger suddenly turned into a kind of frustrated shock and confusion.
Because he found that the person sitting in front of him was not a person, but a stone statue with the same proportions as a normal person.
A very new red Tibetan robe was neatly worn on the stone statue, and he also wore an extra white fluffy hat on his head, making him look exactly like a real person.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After the initial shock, he began to think about who put the Tibetan robe on the stone statue.
Because when he looked at it, he found that the stone statue only looked like the boy from the back, but in fact it was just a simple stone statue carved from Himalayan stone. It was very rough and had no details at all.
He opened his Tibetan robe to look for the fingers of the stone statue, only to find that the carving was not as fine as the fingers, and the body part was very rough, but it could also be seen that it was a man wearing lama robes, with his upper body shirtless.
He looked at the face of the stone statue carefully, wondering who it was. Could it be that the wooden fish led him here just to let him see this stone statue?
It’s not that there was no preparation for carving the stone statue, it’s just that the work was stopped midway for unknown reasons.
To his surprise, the face of the stone statue still retains some fine outline carvings, which can roughly tell the expression and the sculptor's intention.
Wu Xie discovered that the face carved in this stone statue was that of his little brother.
This guy's face is actually quite distinctive. He is not someone who gets lost in the crowd.
No matter where you are, as long as the person you are looking for is my little brother, you will definitely see him at first sight.
But these are not the things that concern Wu Xie the most. The only thing he cares about is the expression on this face.
He discovered that this face was crying——
The little brother is crying!
Three days later, Zhang Qiling came to the stone. He picked up the chisel out of habit and began to chisel.
He didn't know why he was chiseling this thing before.
He chiseled a few times, then suddenly found the chisel in his hand and realized what he was doing.
Almost at the same time, an overwhelming pain surged into his heart.
In the heavy snow, he sat down and curled up into a ball.
