Yu Fan walked in a hurry, so that Tang Shengtian and the others didn't have time to react at all.

I didn't ask many questions, and I wanted to change my attitude and treat him kindly, but I didn't show it.

Yu Fan, escorted by the Tang family's bodyguards, quickly drove to the airport.

On the way, he called home, reported the trip to his parents and sister-in-law, and said that he would be back in a few days at most.

Everyone in the family knew that he had a special identity and strong strength, so naturally he had no opinions, but he was told to pay attention to safety.

Yu Fan agreed.

In a short time, he boarded the plane he had booked yesterday and headed straight for the snowy region.

The journey was uneventful and uneventful.

Yu Fan continued to recuperate on the plane, and by the time he got off the plane at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, he had recovered his injury to about fifty percent of his heyday.

Although the state is still very bad, it is not suitable for hands-on with people.

But at least there are no traces of injury on the surface, and as long as it is not a person who has cultivated more than him, he basically can't sense his weakness.

At this time, it is the cold winter season of the year, and the climate of the snowy region is in the coldest stage of the year.

Yu Fan got off the plane, and the passengers and pedestrians he met around were basically wrapped in heavy clothes, and almost only a pair of eyes leaked from his whole body.

However, there are a few exceptions.

Looking around, you can see several unique people, dressed in "fancy clothes", walking in the direction of the exit.

Approaching was a middle-aged man wearing a Ming robe. His thin blue robe is particularly conspicuous among the large number of down jackets, and the bun tied up on his head is even more unique, if you don't look closely, you are afraid that you will think that you are a time-traveler from ancient times.

In the distance, there were three young men walking together, each dressed in a thin fashion style, who seemed to pay no attention to the bitter cold of the snowy region.

A little farther away, there was an even more outrageous man, who actually stepped barefoot on the cold floor and walked forward.

Passers-by looked at these people who were dressed in clothes that did not suit the weather, and they all looked at them suspiciously.

However, in this era, people have seen all kinds of strange things through the Internet, and they don't particularly care about such a small feature.

Yu Fan swept over the people nearby with his divine thoughts, and found that the middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe was a cultivator of the Double Heaven Realm, with a peaceful and upright aura, probably from a more traditional health preservation sect.

Those few young breaths are much worse, one is a heavy heaven, and the other two are only at the realm of innate great perfection, and they have not even reached the level of "transcendental".

The one in front of him who walked barefoot made Yu Fan feel like a strong man.

However, the distance is a bit far, and the coverage of his divine thoughts is limited, so he can't spy on others.

After these cultivators leave the airport, they basically take a taxi or a tourist vehicle to go to the Jokhang Temple, which is more than ten kilometers away.

Yu Fan did the same, and got into a taxi directly at the exit of the airport and reported the location.

The driver master is a local in the snowy region, and when he heard Yu Fan say that he was going to the Jokhang Temple, he immediately said enthusiastically: "Are you here for a pilgrimage?" The Jokhang Temple is a good place, the Bodhisattva is very effective, basically tourists who have been to the snowy region will go there to incense and ask for a wish. ”

Yu Fan nodded and agreed: "Yes, I also heard that there are many eminent monks in the temple, who often give guidance to pilgrims. I have some doubts that I need help from the masters. ”

The driver laughed heartily when he heard this, "The masters are not so easy to see, I heard that they all have to make an appointment a month in advance to meet the above." And recently, there seems to be some activities to be held in the Jokhang Temple, and it has been announced that it will be temporarily closed, and I don't know if you can enter it. ”

Yu Fan smiled in his heart, naturally knowing what the reason for the closure of the temple was.

However, he didn't have the habit of talking around with a big mouth, so he just said: "It doesn't matter if you can't get in, you can admire the atmosphere of the snowy Buddhism and holy land from afar, and you can cultivate your mind and make people feel peaceful." ”

"You're a young man, but you're quite a Buddhist. The driver laughed.

The two chatted casually, and the driver thought that Yu Fan was coming to the snow for the first time, and enthusiastically told him the origin of the Jokhang Temple.

This temple is a sacred place for the Snowy Sect of Buddhism, where all major religious events are basically discussed or held.

Not only that, but this sacred temple is also the "birthplace" of the city.

The Jokhang Temple was originally called Jalan Sat, and later the name evolved into the name of the city, which is now known as Lhasa.

This knowledge is not a secret, Yu Fan knew it long ago when he first came to the snowy region a few years ago.

However, seeing that the driver was so enthusiastic, he didn't interrupt, let the other party talk in detail, and he echoed a few words from time to time.

Ten minutes later, the taxi arrived at the main square of the pilgrimage.

Yu Fan paid and got out of the car, and with the blessing of the driver's master, he slowly walked towards the Jokhang Temple built on the mountain.

Looking up at the temple bathed in golden sunlight on the mountain, he felt a little emotional.

The last time he came here, he was looking for Kunlun pith and gave it to his mother as a birthday present.

As a result, Kunlun marrow was found, but there was a drastic change in the family, which shocked him greatly, and he hurriedly ran back to the sea of clouds.

And this time, the family's problems have basically been solved, except for the eldest brother Yu Hang, who passed away, everyone else is fine.

He himself has gained a lot of things in this period, not only has he added two confidantes and a fellow friend, but also his strength has increased greatly, and he has successfully survived a catastrophe.

However, in addition to the harvest, the trouble is also much bigger than before. Just the escaped Xu Shaoyan and the sneak attack on him Toshina Saito were enough for him to have a headache for a while, not to mention the trouble of the super-large number of the Holy Light Church.

The Jokhang Temple is closed, but the Potala Palace next door is still open, so there are still a lot of tourists in the vicinity.

Of course, because of the approaching end of the year, it is still much less than usual.

Yu Fan walked towards the mountain, and some cultivators could still be seen along the way.

Most of these people are not high in cultivation, they are basically up and down the same heaven, and they belong to the level of ordinary cultivators who have entered the transcendent realm, but have not become masters of one side.

As cultivators, we are relatively lonely on weekdays, and we rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with fellow practitioners.

This time, it is rare to have Master Nima, the strongest person, take the lead, and gather monks from all walks of life to discuss important matters, so naturally he will not miss the opportunity to make friends.

On the way, Yu Fan saw those cultivators greeting each other, approaching and talking, and hearty laughter came from time to time.

However, there are also a few monks with a strange temper, who are very reluctant to the approach of others, and walk forward alone, ignoring anyone's greetings, and some people even look at each other angrily when they approach.

Among this kind of people, the most representative is the middle-aged man who walks barefoot.

The man was dressed in shabby coarse cloth clothes, with unkempt hair and a stubble beard, like a wild man.

Someone guessed that he was a cultivator and took the initiative to come forward to say hello.

As a result, he snorted coldly, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes, which directly scared people away.

Yu Fan saw it in his eyes and wanted to use his divine thoughts to probe that person's cultivation.

Unexpectedly, the man reacted very quickly, and instantly repulsed back with his divine thoughts, interrupting Yu Fan's prying eyes.

By the way, he also condensed his divine thoughts into a strand and slammed at Yu Fan as a warning.

Yu Fan couldn't help but be a little surprised, curious about the origin of that savage-like monk.

In his impression, there didn't seem to be such a number one person among the Huaxia Immortal Cultivators.

The other party can quickly detect his peeping and quickly counterattack, obviously his strength is very strong, at least he is a fourfold Xuantian realm master like Yu Fan!

With such a strong person, there are only about 100 people in the world.

There are only more than ten in Huaxia!

Suddenly there is such a master who has never seen or heard of it, and it is difficult not to be surprised.

But Yu Fan didn't worry about anything.

This person was able to get an invitation to this grand event, and it is estimated that he should not be an unknown person, at least Master Nima should know him.

As long as you are a Chinese cultivator, in the face of the major rights and wrongs of the outside world, you are all your own people.

A good temper or a bad one, it doesn't make much difference.