Fang Ming stroked his blue chin and looked at Sampa Rinpoche calmly: "Dawa will definitely go?"
"Definitely!" Sampa Rinpoche's answer was very firm.
"Why?" Fang Ming asked.
Pursuing questions is a necessity. When fighting on a plateau, the right time and place do not give you an advantage. You cannot just launch an action based on a passionate plan.
Sampa Rinpoche let out a long sigh, and his forehead reflected a metallic luster in the sun: "He will definitely go because of my appearance. And---" Sampa Rinpoche paused,
It seemed that he had made some determination: "Also, this place is the entrance to another mysterious place. As long as we arrange it cleverly, Dawa will definitely go there."
Perhaps it was because the matter was so important that Sampa Rinpoche did not clarify it. He said suggestively: "Young man, didn't your father tell you?"
Fang Ming's brain was running at high speed like a hard drive. He thought of his father Fang Tianhao's notes. In his short and glorious life, he recorded many precious notes. These notes covered the inside story of the world's underworld, as well as many anecdotes.
Talking about Tibet, Fang Tianhao once mentioned Shangri.
Shangri-La is a legendary holy land. It is the closest place to gods and Buddhas, and it is a beautiful paradise.
The legendary Shangri-La not only has beautiful and intoxicating scenery, but also has sea-like treasures. It is said that in the Pala Temple in Shangri-La, there is a scepter left by Master Padmasambhava.
Dawa has always coveted Shangri-La, not only for the treasures that are unparalleled in wealth, but most importantly for the staff left by Master Padmasambhava. With it, Dawa's prestige in the hearts of Tibetans will be further enhanced.
Become a worthy leader.
But no one knows where Shangri is, and it has existed in legends for so many years.
Fang Ming's heart skipped a beat, and with his excellent concentration, he couldn't help but wonder: "Master, Shangri-La really exists? Do you know where Shangri-La is?"
Sampa Rinpoche nodded, then shook his head. He nodded because he firmly believed that Shangri-La must exist, but shook his head because he only vaguely knew some clues about Shangri-La from the notes of his master, Tashi Living Buddha.
But these are not important. What is important is how to destroy Dawa.
After some planning, it was decided to divide the troops into two groups. Fang Ming, Fang Wenqiang and others attacked Yangerpo, while Sangpa Rinpoche pretended to attack the Summer Palace.
After taking a short rest, Fang Ming and his party headed towards Yangerpo.
It was October, and there was heavy snowfall when we attacked.
The wind and snow in the north pales in comparison to the wind and snow in Tibetan areas. The cold wind is mixed with flying snow. The only sound of whistling wind can be heard in the entire valley, and the temperature drops to more than 20 degrees below zero.
Fang Ming and others are experienced martial arts masters, but the harsh climate still affected everyone's progress. Coupled with the slippery ice and snow, it took the group most of the day to reach Yang'erpo.
The cold weather and freezing ground could not stop the fighting passion inside. When the stone walled city appeared on the snow line, everyone's hearts were ignited.
The walled city stands on a hillside. The hillside is not high, only a few hundred meters.
The walled city is built against the mountain and presents a concave shape. Such a walled city is indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Fang Ming and others came to the foot of the city wall. Porcupine dug a hole with a military shovel, leaned into the damp hole, and listened carefully.
Raising his head, the porcupine gestured. At this moment, there was a "creak" sound outside Yang'erpo.
Several vehicles carrying winter supplies arrived at Yang'erpo. The leader was a lama whose cheeks were red from the cold, but his eyes were as sharp as a golden eagle.
When the lama approached Yang'erpo, he signaled the vehicle to stop and walked slowly forward alone.
I was worried that I couldn't find a way to enter the city, so this lama was like a fat sheep that came to my door.
Fang Ming and Fang Wenqiang looked at each other, communicated with gestures for a while, and finally formulated a plan to take action.
"Hoo!" Fang Wenqiang moved, and he flashed past like an agile snow leopard in the snow.
The strange movement aroused the lama's suspicion. He signaled the convoy to stop and followed it alone.
The fat lama was running very slowly, like a black bear, rushing towards Fang Wenqiang's direction.
Fang Wenqiang's body swept away and disappeared behind the slope. The lama was chasing after him, his fat body rising from the ground like a giant golden eagle pounced on its prey.
When his feet fell, a big hole was dug out in the snow, which was expanding at a terrifying speed. The lama was shocked. He took a deep breath and wanted to gather his energy to fly over.
The cold light shone, and several marbles made of ice and snow shot out, hitting the lama on the back. The lama's energy was stagnant, and he was unable to raise his energy to rush up, and his body sank into the snow cave.
A pair of feet stepped down silently, ruthlessly trampling the lama's huge body into the snow. The lama's face turned red from suppressing it, but he couldn't make a sound. The opponent's energy gathered at the Baihui point on the top of his head,
It is like a sword of Damocles, and the feeling of fear is colder than ice and snow.
Fang Wenqiang stepped on the lama, and Zhu Xiaoyao emerged from the snow. She fumbled around on the lama's body, found a road sign, and handed it to Fang Ming.
Fang Ming walked up to the lama and started talking to him quietly in Tibetan.
The voice was very low, using the profound internal skills of condensing the sound into a line to ensure that the convoy would not be disturbed.
The lama first nodded, then shook his head. Fang Ming turned his head to signal, and Fang Wenqiang's energy burst out. The red lama felt great pressure coming on, and all the bones in his body seemed to burst.
Breathing hard, the red-robed lama couldn't help but open his mouth. Zhu Xiaoyao smiled strangely and put a medicine into the red-robed lama's mouth.
The pill was bitter and melted in the mouth. The red lama opened his eyes wide, with anger burning in his eyes.
Fang Ming's stern voice reached the ears of the red lama, completely crushing his remaining fighting spirit: "This is the soul-dispersing pill. For lamas who practice the Powa method, you should know its effect."
The Powa Dharma of Tibetan Buddhism is an important method that guides people to enter the cycle of life and death. Many lamas spend their entire lives to show the perfection of life and transcend life and death.
Soul-dispersing pills are made from mysterious Tibetan medicine and world-famous poisons. They can damage the lama's cultivation, which is a fatal blow to devout Buddhists.
Fang Wenqiang's feet relaxed a little, and the red lama took a breath. He stared at Fang Ming, and finally showed a trace of fear: "What do you want?"
"No!" Fang Ming took out another pill from his arms and rolled it in front of the red lama: "This is the antidote. It will be effective if you take it within two days. It depends on what you choose."
"You - what do you want me to do?" The red lama lowered his head. In his opinion, there is nothing more painful than having his cultivation destroyed. In order to avoid this pain, he is willing to give up his dignity,
Be a traitor.
The rest of the matter became very simple. With the help of this lama, Fang Ming and the other seven people entered the walled city without encountering any obstruction.
This lama did not hold a high position in the city. When he entered the second gate of the village, he stopped and said, "This is the residence of the great lama Deb. No one can enter without an order."
Since entering the walled city, he has always used gestures or used voice transmission to enter the secret. This was a rule that Fang Ming had set before setting off. In front of some terrifying martial arts masters, speaking out would expose the target.
Sure enough, two burly lamas wearing yellow hats appeared above the walled city.
The lama handed over the number plate to enter the city, which was regarded as completing his errand. The two lamas did not even let them in.
Fang Ming observed that this second village gate was actually equivalent to the inner city, forming a concave-shaped center with the two protruding outer cities, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
Fang Ming followed the red lama and retreated to the outer city. What he was most concerned about was where the other party's supplies were stored.
The lama in red took Fang Ming to the place where he lived. This was a row of houses built against stone walls, which looked extremely cold in winter. The lama walked to the base of the inner wall and tapped it twice with his hand.
, Fang Ming understood immediately.
The inner city wall was built against the mountain and was three to four meters higher than the outer wall. There were holes dug out behind the wall, which were perfect places for storing food and supplies.