Fang Ming, Fang Wenqiang, and Zhu Xiaoyao formed the core members of this operation.
After the helicopter stopped, three hundred members of the Dragon Shadow Troop were stationed at Luzi Peak in Tanggula Mountain.
The place where we are stationed is only over 3,000 meters above sea level, making it an ideal base camp location.
In order to confuse the opponent, everyone put on mountaineering clothes and carried a letter of introduction from the national geological department with them, using their status as a scientific expedition team as a cover.
The higher you go, the thinner the air becomes.
Zhu Xiaoyao raised his head and saw magical and magnificent snow peaks under the blue sky.
The blue sky, white snow, and the snow-covered plateau exuded the holy beauty. Zhu Xiaoyao felt a passion burning in her chest, and she even had the urge to shout loudly.
No one shouted. Shouting in the snow is a very dangerous thing. No one can survive the destructive force of nature when the avalanche falls.
Fang Ming led the way. His route had deviated from the snow valley where Dawa Living Buddha was located, and was heading towards the opposite Gena Temple.
It is not easy to get rid of Dawa Living Buddha. Facing Dawa Living Buddha with millions of believers, we cannot attack by force.
Fang Ming carefully read through his father's inheritance for several days, and found an important clue in the thick diary containing the names of many people.
Sampa Rinpoche was the former senior brother of Dawa Rinpoche. When they were young, they both studied Dharma in front of the seventh Dawa Rinpoche. Sampa Rinpoche was a master with broad mind and profound Buddhist teachings. He did not agree with Dawa Rinpoche.
He was persecuted by Dawa for his attempt to split China, and finally lived in seclusion in an unknown corner of Tibet.
The Gena Temple recorded in the notebook is called a temple, but it is actually just a small building made of several pieces of wood and stone. In front of the dilapidated temple door, there are two wooden statues of Jialan Venerable.
Fang Ming walked to the door and knocked gently.
Five minutes later, with a "squeak" sound, a young lama in his early twenties opened the door.
"You ---" the young lama first spoke in Tibetan, and then switched to Chinese. His Chinese was very stiff, like frozen highland barley noodles, cold and hard.
"Let's visit Master Samba!" Fang Ming said his intention.
The young lama became nervous and said coldly: "We don't have Samba here, you'd better leave."
With that said, the young lama was about to close the door.
Fang Ming stretched out his hand and held the wooden door firmly. The young lama's cheeks turned a large plateau red. The wooden door seemed to be made of iron and was motionless.
"Donor, I'm offended!" the young lama shouted, and he suddenly raised his head.
This kick was powerful and heavy, as fast as lightning, and the young lama was really angry.
Fang Ming's knee bumped forward, hitting the young lama's Huantiao point, and the other man's knee kicked up involuntarily. Fang Ming gently held the lama's calf and pushed, and the young lama fell to the snow.
Terrible.
The young lama was not frightened, and his eyes became determined at this moment. The opponent was stronger than he imagined, and he could only use all his strength to fight with the enemy.
"Wait a minute!" Fang Ming shouted, having used the Buddhist lion's roar technique in his life. The young lama felt confused and fell to the ground again, unable to make any counterattack.
Fang Ming took out a dark golden golden Buddha piece and handed it over.
The young lama glanced at it with an expression of disbelief.
The dark golden Buddha piece is only two inches in diameter. In the center is a seated statue of the Tathagata of Light, surrounded by a mandala barrier. The surrounding gods and Buddhas are solemn and solemn. This is exactly the concept of the Samba lineage.
This golden Buddha piece is a token of the Dharma King in this lineage, and only Sampa Rinpoche is qualified to hold it.
The young lama blinked and found that the other party was not too hostile.
"Master, please pass this on to Sampa Rinpoche, saying that the opportunity he was waiting for twenty years ago has come."
The young lama did not dare to neglect and limped to the inner room, holding his swollen thigh from being kicked.
It was dark inside, and with his good eyesight, Fang Ming saw the young lama pressing his hand on the wall.
There was a heavy echo from the wall, and the young lama knocked on the wall three times. Amidst the dull sound, a crack opened in the wall, and a cold, damp breath rushed towards his face.
Zhu Xiaoyao sniffed and stepped forward, but the young lama stopped her.
Fang Ming understood, he turned his head back and said, "Just stay here and wait for me."
Fang Ming walked into the secret passage. The secret passage was not long and ended when he reached thirty steps.
It was pitch dark all around, and a huge sinkhole appeared in front of Fang Ming. He visually inspected it and found that it was at least twenty meters high and there was no way to get down.
The young lama walked to one side and pulled out a roller from the top of the rock. He turned the roller with difficulty, and a hanging basket rose up from below.
Fang Ming sat on the hanging basket and went down to the bottom of the sinkhole. The bottom of the sinkhole turned out to be an underground river leading to the outside.
The young lama patted it three times, and a raft slowly came over. Fang Ming stood on it.
Everything is so mysterious and cautious, which is also in line with Sampa Rinpoche's style. Since the quarrel with his junior brother Dawa Rinpoche, Sampa Rinpoche's lineage has disappeared from the world. Even if he occasionally appears, he will disappear quickly.
trace.
As Dawa's power grew, Sampa Rinpoche could only hide in Tibet until the appointed day.
This agreement was written down in Fang Tianhao's diary before his death. Fang Ming had to admire his father. In his more than forty years of life, he defeated countless powerful enemies and at the same time left precious connections for himself.
.As long as you use it properly, you will be able to revive the Fang family.
The raft reached the bottom of the cliff, the cold and dark atmosphere was like the call of a devil, and the sound of rushing water in my ears made the depression in my heart even more severe.
With Fang Ming's current level of martial arts cultivation, he could not clearly see the path ahead, so he could only let the raft carry him forward.
There was a glimmer of light in front, followed by a line, then the mottled rock wall emerged, and finally the vision suddenly became clear.
The cramped, dark, cold and other negative emotions were swept away, and a dreamlike world appeared in front of me.
A green lake is like a bright gem inlaid on the plateau. The holy lake is like the tears of the snow-capped mountain goddess, so beautiful that you forget to breathe.
The raft paddled into the lake, and Fang Ming discovered that this sacred lake is located among the snow-capped mountains. The lake water is exceptionally clear, and it complements the blue sky and white clouds above, making people feel relaxed and happy.
On the mountainside next to it, there is a Tibetan temple with white walls and red tiles, standing solemnly in the sunshine.
This temple is located in mid-air, and the stone wall below is extremely steep and difficult to climb.
It turns out that this temple was built on a protruding rock. According to the structural layout of the mountain itself, it is an ingenious workmanship.
Fang Ming turned his head and looked at the young lama. The young lama shouted several times in Tibetan. A rope hung from above. A red-faced lama who was as tall as a two-foot-long Vajra was grabbing the rope and shaking it twice.
Fang Ming grasped the rope tightly with understanding, and the red-faced lama lifted him up.
"Please!" the red-robed lama bowed.
Fang Ming entered the temple, passed through the front hall, and came to the backyard of his residence.
Under the beautiful mural, a lama wearing a yellow hat and a solemn appearance sits cross-legged.
This lama has a clear face and bright eyes. Although he is old, his eyes are extremely bright, as clear as the ice and snow on the top of the snow-capped mountains.
“Sampa Rinpoche?”
"It's me, who are you from Fang Tianhao?" Sampa Rinpoche's hand was stroking the golden Buddha piece, his eyes were blurred, as if he was recalling the past.
"I am his son."
"Oh?" Sampa Rinpoche raised the golden Buddha piece in his hand, and his eyes became sharp: "Why didn't he come in person? He should come in person for such an important matter."
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. As he spoke, Sampa Rinpoche looked at Fang Ming with disdain, feeling very dissatisfied.
Fang Ming hesitated, wondering whether to tell Sangpa Rinpoche the real situation.
The hesitation was only short-lived, and Fang Ming decided to tell the truth: "My father can't come because he---" After a pause, Fang Ming's voice became deeper: "Because he has passed away."
"Bang!" The golden Buddha piece slipped from Sampa Rinpoche's fingers and hit the ground with a clanging sound.
This valley was already hidden, so these slight noises alerted the other lamas, and they ran out one after another. A dozen red-clothed lamas looked at Fang Ming with hostile eyes.
"You all stand down!" Zangpa Rinpoche waved his hand, and the red lamas returned to their rooms, and everything returned to silence.
Sampa Rinpoche was twisting his rosary beads. He looked at Fang Ming intently and said, "Young man, it's a pity that your father is gone."
"Father is gone, but our plan is still there!"
Fang Ming said decisively, his eyes shot out with a high-spirited light, and he was the whole world!