The Crescent Spring Town Cultural Tourism Zone covers a vast area and is one of the main investment projects in Dunhuang in recent years.

The Luopan Village that Bai Wanyang said is on the edge of the Cultural Tourism District of Crescent Spring Town, and the nearest road to Luopan Village from here is through Crescent Spring Town.

To save time, I pressed the accelerator almost all the way down, and even when I passed through the intersection, the speed was above 80 kilometers per hour. I have been to Crescent Spring Town a few times before, and I have eaten and played, and my mood is very different from this time. Now, I just want to save a dying person. She was injured at the hands of Jade Fox Zen, and as long as she could save her life, Jade Fox Zen's crime could be mitigated. In other words, I am helping Jade Fox Zen to atone for her sins, so that there will not be a deeper bond between her and the Yellow Flower Society.

Actually, I don't care how much Jade Fox Zen is hiding from me, each gang has its own secrets, like that. Trying to find out other people's secrets will only invite you to kill. Now, as long as he rushes to Luopan Village, Bai Wanyang will be saved.

As I drove through the town of Crescent Springs, I looked in both directions, and all the windows were closed, except for the faint light coming through the revolving doors in front of a few hotels. People who have been in Dunhuang for a long time know that when the black wind and sand come, all business will be closed. At this time, it is safest to hide in the house.

Not only did I think that, according to the philosophy of logic, the most dangerous moment is also the safest moment, and it is this moment that some criminals seize to complete their criminal mission.

"Where?" Bai Wanyang asked.

"We've arrived at Crescent Springs Town." I replied.

"Good, good." She didn't open her eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her pale face.

"What was the situation like?" I asked.

Bai Wanyang is the person involved, and only she knows what happened in the fork in the road.

"What do you want to know? Mr. Long, I know that you have always been biased towards Jade Fox Zen. Perhaps you've been hoping that things will turn around, that she's on the winning side and that we, the Yellow Flower Society, are on the evil side. But this is the case, you and the general can see it clearly...... Isn't it? Need I explain too much? Bai Wanyang asked rhetorically.

"I just want to know what's really going on." I said lightly.

"The real situation is that Jade Fox Chan grabbed a gun and killed someone, but fortunately I reacted quickly and picked up a life." Bai Wanyang replied.

From her expression, I sensed something unusual. Things are far from being that simple, if it is just to grab a gun and kill people, what Jade Fox Chan does is inevitably too low-level. You must know that Jade Fox Chan is a royal princess, not a killer who sees blood in the rivers and lakes, and can do everything from the overall situation, consider it holistically, and think clearly about the causes and consequences. There is no point in killing the cypress duck. It has no decisive effect on the overall situation. If she really wanted to kill, she should kill the general, not the general's pawns.

"Mr. Long, don't judge a person based on subjective impressions, it will be a thousand miles wrong." Bai Wanyang said.

I glanced at the location of her wound, so close, if I really wanted to kill, Jade Fox Zen would aim the muzzle of the gun at the enemy's forehead or temple, not just shoot three bullets into the same location. In the eyes of a real master, the key points of the human body are clear, and which point to attack is like a cow, without blind spots.

I don't believe that with Jade Fox Zen's skills, three bullets can't kill a person. Unless she grabbed the gun and fired, it was just to warn the general, not to kill Bai Wanyang.

"Mr. Long, what do you see?" Bai Wanyang asked.

I shook my head, turned my face, and drove seriously.

"If something doesn't concern you, don't wade into troubled waters." Bai Wanyang continued.

I nodded quietly, indicating that I understood her.

Bai Wanyang is not a general, and there is no scale for speaking, and these words have become a naked threat just now.

The car passed through the town of Crescent Springs and continued along the winding mountain road. With the shelter of the mountains, the power of the black wind and sand has been curbed, the wind has become smaller, and the sand and dust have become less and less. Deep in the col, houses appear from time to time.

"Two more turns and you'll be in Luopan Village." Bai Wanyang said.

Her breath was getting more and more abundant, which was not the proper performance of a seriously injured person. Under normal circumstances, three bullets hit the vital point and a person will not be able to speak coherently, and his breath will become weaker and weaker, until he faints.

I believe that this is a play performed by the Yellow Flower Society, and the purpose is unknown for the time being.

"The general is my role model, what she wants me to do, I will absolutely carry it out." Bai Wanyang said.

I nodded and replied without the slightest anger: "This is completely due, in a team, everyone obeys the leader, and only then can there be combat effectiveness." ”

Bai Wanyang smiled: "I know that Mr. Long has a lot of people, even if he offends, he will not be angry." So, the general didn't misread you. ”

I smiled and nodded, leaving all the unpleasantness behind.

The general's ancestral surname is Dai, she will definitely inherit the characteristics of the master surnamed Dai, with incomparably powerful control power, and when everyone is desperate, she can still find her own way and open up the situation. Therefore, any plan she arranges is well-founded, and the law is strict, and ordinary people can't understand it. It wasn't until the mystery was finally revealed that she was so special.

Historians once said that the master surnamed Dai did not lose to manpower, but to providence. Heaven wants to destroy him, and there is nothing to be done.

There had never been any accidents with the plane, but that time, it crashed into a high mountain in a thick fog. Such a life ending seems to be the same as the death of Yamamoto Fifty-six in World War II.

The car turned another corner, and a small village appeared on the right-hand side. Dozens of houses are built on top of each other on top of each other, stretching halfway up the mountain. At the end of the village, at the highest point of the house, there is a small stone tower. The tower was two stories tall and topped with a lone flagpole.

"That's it." Bai Wanyang pointed to the stone tower.

From the main road to the village, it is a gravel road five meters wide. I twisted the steering wheel and the car headed southwest along the gravel road.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, dusk was approaching, and twilight was blank.

Here, the influence of the black wind and sand is minimized, and there is a faint smell of cooking smoke floating in the air, which seems to have moved away from the raging wind and sand in the Gobi Desert.

"Keep moving forward to the bottom of the stone tower." Bai Wanyang said.

I noticed that although the lights were not turned on in the houses on either side, there were figures flickering. Behind the glass window, a pair of vigilant eyes flickered from time to time.

If you look closely, you can see that there are shooting holes of different heights on the walls of every house, some facing the village road and some facing the avenue. In peacetime, normal buildings should be fairly airtight, and there is no possibility of intricate shooting holes.

"This is Compass Village." I asked knowingly.

Bai Wanyang nodded: "That's right." ”

In the folk tales of Dunhuang, there are records of many ancient villages. Whether it is the anti-thief pit or the current Luopan Village, there is a plausible origin. Every name comes from a story, and behind the name of the village lies a story that can be both passionate and eerie. If the anti-thief pit is a kind of commemoration of the ancient war, then the compass village is the representative of the metaphysical story.

I remember that in the folk tales, there is a huge compass buried deep under Luopan Village, which is the treasure of the town left behind by the battle between Zhang Tianshi and the North Sea Demon Dragon in Longhu Mountain, Jiangxi. For the happy life of the local people, Zhang Tianshi buried the customary copper compass deep in the ground to suppress the soul of the demon dragon, so that it could no longer make waves, so as to ensure the safety of the people.

"I'll send you off and I'll go back." I say.

"According to the instructions of the great general, Mr. Long can stay for a while." Bai Wanyang said.

"Has the General given instructions?" I asked.

Bai Wanyang nodded and didn't say much.

"So. After dealing with the affairs at the base, will she come over immediately? I asked again.

Bai Wanyang smiled: "The general is full of plans, and no one can guess her thoughts." I can only follow her arrangement step by step, and when she arrives, Mr. Long will know about the rest. ”

The car came to a slow stop twenty paces from the stone tower, and in front of it was a two-meter-wide staircase, about twenty steps, leading to the entrance of the stone tower.

"You need surgery." I say.

"I can still hold on, the general arranged, please go and see someone." Bai Wanyang said.

"See whom?" I asked.

Bai Wanyang shook his head: "That's not what I should know, when you enter the stone tower, you will understand - please ask now." ”

Without delay, I opened the door and got out of the car and strode up the stone steps.

Although I didn't look back, I felt that in those high and low, scattered houses, there were countless pairs of eyes and countless muzzles pointed at my back. If I am not careful, today's Luopan Village is where I am buried.

At the entrance of the stone tower, there is a wooden door, on which a red charm is drawn, and the brushwork is very strange, like a dragon and a phoenix, and it is vigorous and vigorous.

I stopped at the door and raised my hand to knock.

The door was opened, but it was opened.

I asked in a low voice, "Can I come in in Xialongfei?" ”

Originally, I thought that the person living in the stone pagoda would be an old man, or a monk or a Taoist, but I didn't expect that it was a gentle and tactful female voice that responded to me: "Please come in, Mr. Long." ”

I was slightly stunned, because such a voice appeared in the stone tower in the middle of nowhere, and it was really out of place.

"Please come in, Mr. Long." The people inside were invited for the second time.

As I stepped inside, the stone tower was lit by a silent candlelight.

"Please close the door, it's windy outside." The female voice said again.

I closed the door with my backhand and looked at the woman in white under the shadow of the candle five steps ahead.

The most striking thing is the long black hair that hangs down her shoulders. The woman was dressed in white, except for her black hair and black eyes, as if her whole body was made of snow.

"You may be seated." She pointed to a white chair on her right.

"May I ask who your Excellency is?" I threw my hand over to her.

"The name doesn't matter, it's our honor to have Mr. Long." She said.

Her face was very pale, and although she had a smile on her face, her whole person felt cold. He is like a snowman, an iceman, and a jade man, although his voice is very beautiful, but he does not have the slightest bit of human fireworks.

"If the name is not right, it is not good, is it?" I asked.

"My name hasn't been mentioned for many years, and others only call me the Snow Bodhisattva." She replied.

I have heard of that name, the person who can be called a bodhisattva in the world, in addition to having a benevolent heart, but also a good medical skill, can help the world and save people, and bring the dead back to life. Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that there is a medicine bodhisattva in Tibet, who once fought against Guatemalan black witchcraft with his own strength, so that several big people who suffered from black witchcraft in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains can get rid of misery and regain their prestige. And this Snow Bodhisattva has a great reputation, still above the medicine Bodhisattva, has tens of millions of fans overseas, and is a female saint of the apricot forest who has never been seen before or after him.