"I have admired the name for a long time, like thunder." I say.

This is not a humble cliché, but a heartfelt statement.

Although the Snow Bodhisattva is well-known overseas, the mainland rivers and lakes know her name from various channels.

Those who love her can't wait to bow down and worship the archway of eternal life for her. Those who hate her hate her but hate to eat her flesh and drink her blood, and regard her as a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh.

Of course, these loves and hates have nothing to do with Snow Bodhisattva, she has always lived a good life, constantly doing good things to rejuvenate and save people.

The most famous, she visited Los Angeles twice the year before and the year before last, cured the Chinese gang boss Natsumezun, revitalized his strength, and once again took charge of the authority of the Chinese community in Chinatown.

The Snow Bodhisattva has its own principles for curing diseases and saving people, and those who can afford it will do their best without taking a penny; Those who look down on it, although they offer their daughters, still scoff at it.

Because of this, she has become one of the most respected women by chivalrous people on the rivers and lakes.

"Why be polite?" The Snow Bodhisattva smiled, his face like the top of a snow-covered distant mountain, cold and unapproachable.

"I didn't expect to see Your Excellency here." I say it from the bottom of my heart.

"Sit." She gestured to the chair again.

I obediently walked over and sat down, looking up at her.

"I didn't expect to come to Dunhuang, but the day before yesterday, I was on the top floor of the Mandarin Hong Kong Island Hotel and chatting with Mr. Lui about the bright future of Hong Kong Island. Within 48 hours, he flew to Dunhuang and went to the front line of the battle. Alas, life is impermanent, like a meteor chasing the moon. Impermanence is impermanence, and it is ordinary...... Mr. Lei's words are also a wise saying in life. She sighed softly, her gaze cold on my face.

On Hong Kong Island, as long as the title "Mr. Lei" is mentioned, it must refer to Lei Dongtian.

Even in the global Chinese circle, there is no one surnamed Lei who can overshadow Lei Dongtian. Therefore, this surname Lei seems to have been monopolized by Lei Dongtian alone.

I wanted to ask, "How is Mr. Lei?", but these five words have reached my throat, and I have pressed them down forcefully.

Hong Kong Island is far away, and Dunhuang is the place I am most concerned about at present.

Looking down at the present, looking to the future, doing my best to save the people - this is what I want to do now.

"Is life really impermanent? Mr. Long, what do you think of these two words? Snow Bodhisattva then asked.

"But work hard, don't ask about the autumn and winter harvest." I replied.

I thought that saving Bai Wanyang was the first priority to send Bai Wanyang here, but looking at the meaning of the Snow Bodhisattva, Bai Wanyang's life is not important, and she has another extremely important task from Hong Kong Island here.

"Fallacy, hehe, fallacy, that's just a lie to deceive the gentleman, I can't imagine that Mr. Long will also quote the fallacy of the deceitful and famous, isn't it funny?" Snow Bodhisattva laughed.

Her white clothes trembled slightly, and her original awe-inspiring expression gradually melted the ice and snow.

In fact, she is an extremely beautiful woman, which everyone can see. When she smiles like an ordinary person, the beauty that comes from the heart is amazing.

Since she was from Hong Kong Island and had just met Lei Dongtian, I subconsciously compared her to Ming Shui Sleeve.

Her beauty lies in the "god", there is really the kind of treasure that only the gods and bodhisattvas have*, awe-inspiring and upright beauty, even if Mingshui sleeves are the last princesses of the Ming Dynasty, they still can't be compared.

"Time is so precious, why not tell the truth? I said the same thing to Mr. Lei, only the truth can move people, right? She squinted at me and said lightly.

"What I say is the truth, and the heart and mouth are the same, and there is no falsehood." I said earnestly.

After coming to Dunhuang, I gradually abandoned the impetuous atmosphere I cultivated when I was on Hong Kong Island, and became submerged and simple, striving to face everything and everyone with the eyes and philosophy of ordinary people. Therefore, up to now, everything I say is what I should say and want to say, and I never pretend or pretentious.

"Cultivation and hard work, Mr. Lei has worked Hong Kong Island for so many years, and what has he gained?" The Snow Bodhisattva sighed again.

I have never been able to see through Lei Dongtian, his eloquence and foresight are not something that the younger generations of the rivers and lakes can glimpse.

Many of the gangster and gang assassination incidents that happened to him have been perfectly resolved, but he definitely does not rely on the brutal means of killing and killing to maintain his powerful position, but turning big things into small and small things, and even repaying grievances with virtue, and easily letting go of those Jianghu people who violated his authority.

I don't know what he wants, and the 13th Taibao of the Lei family of Perak Hall, the 18th Tangkou of the Outer Department, the 400 middle-level cadres, and the more than 6,000 cousins don't know where this Jianghu boss is going to lead them.

Now that I've left Perak, I've put this issue on hold and won't bother myself anymore. Now, the Snow Bodhisattva has mentioned it again, and I have to reflect on it along this vein. Moreover, I was also a little puzzled by the arrival of the Snow Bodhisattva, and I didn't know who her healing skills would play a role in.

"Wait a minute." The Snow Bodhisattva's right index finger tapped lightly on his temple, as if remembering something.

I nodded, hoping that she was going to treat Bai Wanyang.

The big guy fights the law, and his subordinates are not guilty.

I don't want anything to happen to Bai Wanyang, no matter how her gunshot wounds were caused, she shouldn't be a victim of gang fighting.

"Come in." The Snow Bodhisattva called out the door.

As soon as the door opened, Bai Wanyang staggered in, holding his chest with both hands, blood gushing from his fingers.

I was taken aback, if it weren't for the Snow Bodhisattva's presence, I would definitely rush over to help her.

"Meet the juniors...... Meet the Snow Bodhisattva. Bai Wanyang struggled to stand still and knelt on one knee.

Ordinary gunshot wounds are not difficult to treat, even if the shooter used lead bullets to cause wound contamination, there are special special drugs that can kill bacteria and reduce inflammation, and they can be healed in seven days.

In my opinion, this kind of gunshot wound is really a trivial matter for the Snow Bodhisattva.

The Snow Bodhisattva did not approach to examine Bai Wanyang's wound, but stretched out his right hand, and the tips of his thumb slowly tapped in the middle of the other four fingers.

In the field of metaphysics, this kind of action is called "the art of pinching arithmetic", which first originated in the Guiguzi vein before the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and also belongs to one of the "mountains, medicine, life, phase, and divination".

Snow Bodhisattva is good at medicine, and will naturally dabble in the above five metaphysical arts, and the "art of pinching calculation" is between "phase" and "divination", which is mysterious.

"Some people take advantage of the competition between the snipe and the mussel to take advantage of it." Snow Bodhisattva said.

There is a lot of mystery in this sentence, and Bai Wanyang can't understand it, but I understand it instantly, and immediately reflect on the series of events that happened in the base.

The base belonged to the Japanese garrison in World War II, and was later managed by the Xinyue Wuxiang faction, and was personally supervised by the royal princess Yuhu Chan. The battle of the base, on the surface, is a dispute between the Yellow Flower Society and the Xinyue Wuxiang faction, but I have always vaguely felt that outside of the two factions, there seems to be another type of people.

The Snow Bodhisattva's words of "snipe and clam fighting, fisherman profiting" are exactly those people I feel.

"It's the Dark Faction." Snow Bodhisattva said categorically.

I couldn't help but sigh to myself, and my admiration for the Snow Bodhisattva increased even more.

Because I also thought of the name of the "dark faction", but it was not as fast and accurate as the Snow Bodhisattva.

Regarding the "dark faction", see the seventh and eighth chapters of the "Shogunate Volume" in the Japanese ninjutsu classic "Wanchuan Jihai", or refer to the book "Qi Family Army Breaking Thieves" by the famous anti-Japanese general Qi Jiguang on the experience of killing the enemy.

In the above two sets of books, the existence of the "dark faction" is mentioned.

To put it simply, the Dark Sect was a product of the chaos of feudal lords during the shogunate period. At that time, those who succeeded were all granted fiefs and rewards, and became daimyo under the emperor's rule, rich and powerful, and dominated one side. The unwilling among the losers gradually gathered, and the so-called "dark faction" was formed. Among them, there are many branches of the royal family that are widely loved by the people, and there are also large landowners who raise countless ninjas.

The reason why the dark faction is terrible is because this kind of people are all hidden in the shadows, which is more strange than the Kigain Raizo clan who repeatedly thwarted the emperor's army during the shogunate era, and there is no way to pursue it.

There is reliable evidence that at the end of World War II, the emperor was harassed by secret factions, and was forced by the battlefield situation in Southeast Asia and Chinese mainland, internal and external troubles, and two attacks, so he resolutely made the decision to surrender.

In a sense, the Dark faction also contributed to the end of World War II, and inadvertently did a good deed for the people of all Asia.

"The general said that the battle situation is ...... It was very complicated, so I asked Mr. Long to bring me back, so that Mr. Long would not be ...... Accidental attack. Snow Bodhisattva, my life and death are not important, the general is the leader of an army, she can't have any three strengths and two weaknesses...... At the base, she was already injured......" Bai Wanyang said breathlessly.

Her wounds were bleeding all the time, much worse than on the road.

"It's a serious injury, the general is already seriously injured." I added right away.

The fact that the general was wounded was not honorable, because she waited for her time to attack, but slashed thirty-five in vain. Once it spreads, it will definitely damage the reputation of the Yellow Flower Society.

"I have predicted that this is her doom, and she can't avoid it." Snow Bodhisattva said lightly.

Bai Wanyang suddenly let go of his hands, and blood gushed out of the wound.

"If I die, the general must live." She said in a firm tone and with deep eyes, "Snow Bodhisattva, please...... Hurry to the base now, and Mr. Long can lead the way and gallop to the aid of the Great General to ensure that she returns safe and sound. ”

I know that Bai Wanyang really loves the general, so he ignores the serious injury in his chest and only puts the general's safety first.

"You should understand what a doom is. Since it is a catastrophe, how can it go against the sky? "The Snow Bodhisattva seems to be asking Bai Wanyang, and it is like asking me and the sky.

There is no escape, and there is no resistance.

The calamity has been decided, and people can only respond to the calamity, whether they live or die, it all depends on the will of God.

"If I die, I will change the life of the general, can't I?" Bai Wanyang asked in a trembling voice.

Snow Bodhisattva waved his sleeves slightly: "How can the life of the weak grass redeem the death of the big tree?" How can the sacrifice of fish and shrimp be worth the gift of three animals? ”

What she said was very profound, and Bai Wanyang panicked and didn't understand the meaning.

If those words are expressed in the vernacular, the meaning is that the lives of a hundred or a thousand Bai Wanyang may not redeem the life of a great general.

Therefore, it is completely meaningless for Bai Wanyang to kneel and beg or not.

"Get up." I say.

Bai Wanyang is loyal, this is not wrong, and it is commendable. It's just that she is soft-spoken, and she can't make any sense at all in this contest between big names.

This is a brutal truth, but it is also an indisputable truth.

"Mr. Long, save the general." Bai Wanyang turned to me and pleaded in a low voice.

"If you can save it, of course you have to save it, you get up first. Regardless of the outcome, everyone has to live well. I said.

Bai Wanyang shook his head: "If the general can't survive, I won't get up, and kneel here until I die." ”