"I know the painting." I nodded.

"That's good, that's what I saw. Each figure is absolutely static, with neither movement nor sound. The voice said.

"What did you do afterward?" I asked.

"The robbers came, and I fought with them, resisting more than a hundred enemies, killing thirty, wounding ninety, and finally dying in the wilderness." The voice replied.

There is no doubt that Guru Dan Masheng's memories are intermittent and confusing, perhaps a collection of several people and several reincarnations.

"Let's go back to Honghua." I said slowly.

"I saw the soul attached to Mr. President's body, the outsider strong and the natives weak, and soon there would be a predatory event, and the outsider devoured the natives and eventually took over their bodies. All I can do is trap outsiders and delay this from happening. The voice said.

"What can you do when Blizzard comes?" I asked.

"My strength comes from the snowy region, and it can only be exerted to the extreme if it is fused with the heavenly snow." The voice replied.

"How can you wipe out outsiders?" I asked.

Macaques will only bring disaster to the world, and if they are not eliminated, human beings will inevitably be poisoned one by one.

"I don't know." The voice replied.

This answer confirms what I have always thought that neither Tibetan Esoteric nor Zen, Taoist, or Alchemist is omnipotent. When human beings encounter disasters from heaven, they try to turn to them for help, thinking that they have the ability to reach the heavens and can resolve all the disasters in the world. They are also human beings, at most slightly higher than human intelligence, but they have no power to save the whole world.

"Do it yourself, have plenty of food and clothing. In the end, you still have to rely on yourself. "I remembered what the great men of the revolution had said.

The great man has said too many famous sayings and aphorisms, all of which can be regarded as a clever plan when the mountains and rivers are restored and the willows and flowers are bright.

Since I can no longer rely on the nine red-clothed Tibetan monks, then I have to find another way to survive.

"When the blizzard comes, try to delay the offensive of outsiders." I bowed my hand to the general in the mirror.

"I know something, the natural predators of the macaque species are in the West." The voice responded.

"Like the storyline in that book?" I asked.

We all know that the so-called "that book" is the half-truth, half-fiction and half-reality classical masterpiece "Journey to the West". Many wild histories prove that the literati surnamed Wu was not the original author of that famous work, and it is very likely that the real source of the book lies in ancient times, and the literati surnamed Wu only obtained it by accident and then copied it and passed it on to the world. Later generations of readers were ignorant and identified the copyist as the author, so they spread it to the present day.

"Yes." The voice replied.

"I'm from the Central Plains, and I'll figure out the rest." I say.

"I hope this time, we can cut down the macaque species and eradicate the roots." The voice murmured.

I turned around and walked through the smoke to the door.

The smoke has filled the house, and it seems very powerful, but unfortunately, the smoke is just smoke, and the fog is just fog, and it cannot bring real change to this world.

This smoke is the "eternal form" of Guru Dan Masheng, but is this kind of ending what the practitioner wants? Not necessarily, at least I don't want to be such an "eternal" at all.

"Take care." I threw my hand into the depths of the smoke.

"Take care, too." The voice said.

I opened the door and came out, and the nine Tibetan monks lined up on one side, silently hanging their heads in contemplation.

Turnesky was there, but his mood was much lower.

"Blizzard has two hours to come." He said.

The moment I went out, I already thought of a place - the ancient Zen temple on the outskirts of the capital.

The Great Northern is a very inclusive country, with various churches and temples in its capital, most of which are located on the outskirts of the city, and the management model is maintained at personal expense and managed by the state in name.

The reason why I thought of the near-abandoned temple is because it was featured in the National Geographic magazine in the United States, and its historical highlight is the "Genghis Khan Mausoleum".

Genghis Khan was a major figure in the history of Mongolia and Eastern Europe, although he did not fulfill the grand dream of dominating the world, but left his descendants with majestic ambitions, elite troops and invincible courage, laying the foundation for Kublai Khan's unification of the north.

"Take me to the 'Genghis Khan Tomb'." I say.

Tu Nesky was stunned and looked at the nine red-clothed Tibetan monks next to him.

"Let's go together." The Tibetan monk who had just spoken to me nodded, "We have already made the same request to the minister. ”

I didn't say anything more, just looked at Turnesky.

At the moment, it is useless to say anything, the blizzard is coming, the crisis is coming, and everything has become unknown. If the crisis is not resolved, the macaque race will end the world.

Turnesky's eyes rolled back and forth, scanning back and forth between my and the Tibetan monk's faces.

"I'll go out and wait." Without waiting for Turnesky to make a decision, I returned alone along the same route. The path here is confusing, but it doesn't bother me.

I returned to the door of Turnesky's office and saw the anxiously waiting Eagle Queen.

"Mr. Long, Mr. Long, the situation is not too good...... It's not too good, I've got the highest-ranking doctors from the capital's major hospitals to arrive...... This time, the president was finished......" She was so nervous that she couldn't speak incoherently, her hands rubbed together again and again, and she couldn't care about her own image.

I waved my hand calmly: "Don't worry, no one bothered about a glass of spilled water." ”

What should come will come, as long as you respond in time. Seeking things is in people, and success is in heaven, this is the inevitable law of the cycle of heaven that cannot be changed.

The Eagle Queen is so anxious, it doesn't help at all.

"Mr. President's body indicators are continuing to decline, and his blood pressure, pulse, and body temperature are about to be on par with those of homeothermic animals. Authoritative experts say that as long as his body temperature drops by another five degrees Celsius, he will enter a state of hibernation like a frog or a snake. The Eagle Queen said.

I took a deep breath, and the news was good news for me, after all, a hibernating macaque species could not do evil.

Under the leadership of the electric falcon, the northern powers once carried out an "economic shock therapy" that shocked the world, and the Jedi survived, and the strong man broke his wrist, and finally achieved a great success that surprised economists around the world.

This time, if the electric falcon can also enter a state of "shock", it may not be a good thing.

"What else?" I asked.

"It's all bad news." The Eagle Queen replied.

I smiled calmly: "At this time, there is not much bad news, and the most feared thing is that there is no news." ”

If all the symptoms of the falcon come on without reservation, it is easier to develop a treatment plan. In other words, it is easier for us to see the sharpness of the macaque species, and then take targeted attacks or defenses.

At worst, we can also use the falcon as a specimen and gain valuable experience in dealing with the macaque crisis.

Eagle took a few breaths and took a step back, leaning his back against the wall.

"You're tired." I say.

"Yes, yes, I'm tired, I feel like I'm about to collapse." The Eagle Queen nodded deeply.

It is this effect that I want, when a person expresses the feeling of "tiredness and collapse", the body and mind are liberated to the greatest extent, and the pressure on the shoulders is also released. Just now, under the hint of my movements, expressions, and words, the Eagle Queen has come out of the state of collapse and can easily face the pressure.

"Hey, cheer up. We people in the Central Plains have a famous saying - the wind knows the strength of the grass, the country is in chaos to show loyalty, and now the northern power is facing a crisis, and the president is facing a Jedi, it is just the time for the master to take the stage and start performing. Queen Eagle, I believe in your ability, this battle, will not be difficult for you. "I reached out to her, took her right hand and pulled her up from the wall.

"I hate stimulants, but at this point, I thought I might need a little stimulant......" The queen closed her eyes and whispered to herself.

"Doping is just an excuse, and now, we don't need any excuses, we just need to plan the steps. After the eagle, take 10,000 steps back and say, the president is dead, and the country still has an alternative successor to govern, why are you in a hurry? Whoever turns the earth away, even if you are pushed to the presidency, you can still do a good job, right? "I continued to cheer her on.

"Me?" The Eagle Queen smiled bitterly.

"Queen Eagle, control the security system on the president's side, and there must be no chaos, lest macaques take advantage of the chaos. Death orders are given, and if the president changes, the humane destruction procedure will be initiated immediately. I sank my face and said solemnly.

"Mr. Long, what can we do to put an end to this? If you want someone, I'll give you someone, if you want a gun, I'll give you a gun—" The queen of the eagle panicked.

I shook my head slowly: "No, I just need you to listen to my orders, everything I say, you must do it." Go ahead, Mr. President, that's where it is. ”

The Eagle Queen couldn't get an answer from me, so she shook her head and sighed helplessly, then took out the pistol from the holster under her armpit and whispered, "Mr. Long, if necessary...... Humane destruction, I will end it with my own hands. ”

She was determined to say such a thing, but I believe that when the time comes, she may not have had the courage to give the order of "humane destruction."

"Prepare for the worst and work for the best." I patted her on the shoulder.

As a high-level spy who has experienced a lot of battles, the Eagle Queen was originally able to handle all kinds of problems with ease in any situation. It's a pity that this time the macaque race incident has completely exceeded her cognition, leaving her at a loss.

"Then I'll go, and if it's convenient, I'll come to see the president, probably the last time I'll see him." The eagle turned around and said with his back to me.

"Do your best, obey the destiny of heaven. Cheer up and go. I said lightly.

Encouraged by my might, the Eagle Queen puffed up her chest, walked away with her head held high, and strode away at the end of the hallway.

I didn't want to go into Turnesky's office, but it was easier to open up ideas by pacing through the corridors where no one was looking.

"That ancient Zen monastery will definitely give me new strength - now, I am completely in line with the thoughts of Master Dan Masheng and the Nine Great Tibetan Monks, both of which are to draw strength from the local temples in the capital, to see the clouds and the sun, and to find the truth." I seem to see hope, but I have to rush to the Zen temple to talk about it.

"Where is the nest of the macaque species? Can modern weapons be remotely guided and wipe them out in one fell swoop? "That's the second question I think about.

According to the search for historical sites, the nest of the macaque species can only be located on the Pamir plateau, and it is an uninhabited land. Then, as long as Turnesky and other high-ranking officials of the northern powers agree, they can attack from a distance, bomb them into ruins, and then send ground troops to dig into the ground and search, first cut off their foundations, and then cut off their minions.

The great powers of the north are powerful, and the above measures are not difficult. Well, I need the latest satellite scans to determine the location of the macaque species.

"Mr. Long, I've been waiting, I've been waiting." Turnesky appeared at a trot.

I didn't blame him, let alone any displeasure, but told him straight to the point: "Let the military provide a satellite scan map of the Pamirs to find the nests of macaque people." ”

Turnesky high-fived: "Yes, yes, just now the Tibetan monks also said the same, and sure enough, the heroes see the same thing." ”