I was speechless and had to be silent.

At night, listening to the whirring wind outside the tent, I was in a dull mood and couldn't sleep, so I walked out of the tent and found a secluded place to smoke.

Soon after, Chen Xuanyi came to me, and under the moonlight, this little Taoist priest grinned with a mouthful of white and good teeth, and said What, are you thinking about the previous thing again?

I nodded and said well, every time I think about this, I can't sleep. Chen Xuanyi sat down next to me and said that you smoke less, cultivators hide their essence and body, and smoking too much will cause their breath to be turbid.

I said I'm afraid of hair, I don't have so many pursuits, so I take a bite in my spare time, it's beautiful. Chen Xuan shook his head and sighed lightly, and then said, "There are still three hundred miles away from Baiyun Temple, with our footsteps, it is estimated that it will take two or three days, if you regret it, you can bring it up at any time, and I should accompany you to Tibet to see the scenery." ”

I paused for a moment in my smoking, then lowered my head and sighed deeply, "It's all here, why regret it? It's not early, go back to sleep......

I was about to get up, but I caught a glimpse of a few flashing headlights on the Qinghai-Tibet route, and I wondered, saying that it was really strange, how could anyone still drive in such a desolate place in the middle of the night?

Chen Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, saying that it is not strange, since the opening of the Sichuan-Tibet line, many travelers have rushed to worship in the Potala Palace, and some are simply to make a fuss, which is not unusual.

I shook my head and said that it was so dark, you see how many cars are driving, the Tibetan side is not as good as the plains, it will be very dangerous to speed, and people will not rush in the middle of the night if there is no emergency.

As he spoke, Feng Li came over yawning and asked what we were muttering. I pointed to the place where the headlights disappeared and said that the location seemed to be the direction of the Baiyun Temple.

Feng Li pouted and said, "You are too suspicious, there are so many travelers on this road, a few cars can make you complain so much, you are sick!"

I didn't refute it, but for some reason, I always felt a little blocked in my heart, maybe I was really said by Feng Li, it's my nature to be suspicious, right?

The next morning, the ranch owner brought us oil tea, and some local cakes, to be honest, the natural climate in Tibet is harsh, and the food eaten by Tibetans is quite simple, very difficult to swallow.

Fortunately, none of us are people who pay attention to pomp and circumstance, and we are quite satisfied to have a meal to eat.

After eating, we said goodbye to the owner of the ranch, and under his guidance, we continued along the road, and after walking for a short time, I began to feel sorry for the two thousand yuan for the lodging fee, saying that after spending so much money, I could only live in a tent and drink the wind, and I had no oil and water to eat in the morning, which was too much of a loss.

Chen Xuan smiled, but it was Feng Li, this grandson actually covered his mouth and secretly had fun, with an obscene face, saying that he was not a loss. I saw that there was still a little blood on the side of his mouth that had not been wiped clean, and I immediately understood that this grandson must have sneaked out to drink sheep blood in the middle of the night.

No wonder he didn't touch a bite of food in the morning.

I told him to restrain a little, the blood clan didn't need other transformers, in case it was discovered by the Tibetan border cultivators, they would expel us.

Feng Li wiped his mouth and said that he was afraid of hair, two sheep, how much trouble can he make? As he was speaking, he was suddenly stunned, and then twitched his nose vigorously, revealing a suspicious look.

I asked him angrily what's wrong, is it because the smell of sheep blood is too strong, and it has damaged your dog's nose? Feng Li didn't say a word, his face became more and more serious, he shook his head, and sniffed vigorously in the wind for a long time, and then he turned back with a serious face and said that he smelled human blood.

Hearing him say this, Chen Xuanyi and I were both surprised.

Chen Xuan scratched his head and said, "You're not mistaken, does it really smell of human blood?"

Feng Li shook his head and didn't speak. I said firmly, "Since Feng Li said that there is a smell of blood in front, then it must not be wrong, let's go, go and take a look!"

The blood clan's sense of smell is very keen, and when it comes to the ability to distinguish the smell of blood, Feng Li recognizes the second, no one dares to recognize the first, I can be sure that there must have been an accident in front, maybe it was a traffic accident, after all, those cars drove so fast last night, and it was reasonable to have a traffic accident.

Relying on Feng Li's keen sense of smell, we followed the smell of blood all the way, and for about ten minutes, we tracked down an army-green jeep under a cliff bridge on the plateau road.

Feng Li pointed to the jeep and said that he couldn't be wrong, the smell of blood came from below.

Chen Xuan and I glanced at each other, so I had to say to Feng Li, "It seems that someone has indeed had a car accident, please go down." ”

This cliff is at least twenty meters deep, and Chen Xuanyi and I don't have the ability to fly through the air, but Feng Li, as a blood clan, has the ability to turn into bats, and his body is much lighter than ours.

Feng Li refused at first, saying that the examples of car accidents on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau are not uncommon, can you be busy, since you have seen it, it will be over if you help call the police, why waste your physical strength, and besides, the people below have a cold, and it is useless to go down.

Chen Xuan, "Having said that, it's not good for us to sit idly by. ”

"Okay!" Feng Li had no choice but to rise up and fall straight down the cliff. Chen Xuanyi and I hurriedly tried to find a way to get a rope, intending to drag the driver up, but before we could find the tools, we heard a low cry from Feng Li in our ears, "No, there are a few cultivators sitting in the car, this guy didn't crash to his death!"

Chen Xuanyi and I both felt strange, and both froze for a moment, and hurriedly ran to the edge of the cliff.

Feng Li climbed up against the stone wall, pointed to the jeep that had fallen into a discus with his backhand, and said in a deep tone, "The one who died should be from the Maoshan Sect!"

What?

I was immediately stunned, and said that the Taoist priest of Maoshan is not always active in the Jurong area of Jiangsu, why do you feel that the remote boundary of the Tibetan border is located?

Speaking of this Maoshan Sect, it can be said to be a great name, and even to a certain extent, it far exceeds the prestige of Qingcheng Mountain in Taoism.

Maoshan is a famous mountain of Taoism, the birthplace of the Shangqing sect of Taoism, called "Shangqing Altar" by Taoists, the first blessed land of Taoism, the eighth cave sky, and also the giant pillar of the Central Plains Daomen, which is as famous as Longhu Mountain and Laoshan Mountain, and is known as one of the "Three Sects".

In this Tibetan borderland, why did a Taoist priest from the Maoshan Sect come, and he had a car accident so coincidentally and was buried at the mouth of the cliff.

Feng Li gasped, "It's not a car accident, it's sure it's man-made, look at this!"

After speaking, Feng Li took out a bloody waist card, which was engraved with the words "Shangqing Sect", presumably something used by Maoshan disciples to prove their identity, the blood stains on the waist card were ruddy, and it had not been completely dried, it is conceivable that the incident should not be long before this incident.

Chen Xuanyi groaned, "Maoshan Sect and Qingcheng Mountain are connected at the same time, if something like this happens, there is no reason to ignore it, let's hurry down and carry out the bodies of many senior brothers in the car." ”

Feng Li shook his head and said, "No, these Maoshan disciples died here in a daze, something big must have happened, this matter has nothing to do with us, if you rush to mix, I'm afraid it will be another trouble." ”

I'm in a hurry, when did you become so timid? Feng Li smiled bitterly, shook his head and said that he was not cowardly, but a wise self-preservation, you must know that Maoshan is one of the three holy religions of the Central Plains Daomen, and the background is not trivial.