The hotel set by the artist is a private club called Joajin Garden.

It is located on the banks of the Lhasa River, just a short distance from Huayang. Shangri-La Hospital, ten kilometers away, is also along the river.

Snow Mountain Nima said she had only heard of it and had never been there. It was a manor.

I don't want to go, but Yoko and Dolma want to go. If the two of them came to an agreement, Louie and Alice would have no opinion.

Snow Mountain Nima has a private car carrying Wu Kong and Alice.

Louis accompanies Yezi and Dolma in the artist's car.

At the gate of the manor, we saw that on the other side of the Lhasa River, there was a hill where we made a sky burial for Lao Hei.

From there, it's almost impossible to see that there is a manor here.

Entering the nondescript gate of the manor, two cars drove along the quiet tree-lined path for five minutes, and a quaint Tibetan-style white building appeared in front of them.

Lhasa had just fallen at night, and the lights around the buildings were low-key and warm, without the slightest intrusiveness.

Entering the foyer, Yezi said that his vision could not be used.

Snow Mountain Nyima said that all restaurants above the three-star level in Lhasa have shielding equipment.

The artist looked back and smiled: "In high-end venues, the privacy of guests is the most important thing. ”

In the hall, the decoration is simple and gorgeous, and the only eye-catching thing is the crystal string lamp hanging from the ceiling.

Two well-dressed waiters led the way into a quiet cloister.

On the wooden wall on one side of the cloister, there are windows for artworks every ten meters.

Inside, there are pieces of ethnic sculptures that take the sky to the sky, or antique porcelain.

There is no emptiness and suddenly there is a feeling of being attracted.

As far as the eye can see, it is a half-foot-long dark red beeswax Buddha statue. Wearing a dazzling heavenly robe, with a crown of five Buddhas, his left hand holds the victory building, and his right hand holds a dexterous mouse, attracting the empty one, it is the mouse.

There is no time to stop and watch, looking for the faint feeling.

It is different from the hidden inner hiding of the copper stone, and it is also different from the soul touch of the silver stone, which is a kind of ...... A distant call.

However, it is in front of the empty eyes, in a straight line, less than a meter.

"It is the king of many things, the god of wealth in Tibet, who is in charge of the wealth of all beings in the world." The artist and Snow Mountain Nima walked at the end, and also stopped, introducing; "It's a shame to say that among the four heavenly kings, its mana is the weakest, but it is the most popular. In almost every clubhouse and temple, you can see its dignity. ”

"He was carved wrong, it should be the right hand of the victory, the left hand of the new column." There is no empty way.

Nule, is the name of the mouse, and it also has a name, Tubao Mouse; It is said that it can spit out endless jewels of gold.

The whole Buddha statue is a calm and heavy dark red, spitting treasure mouse, under the dark red beeswax, containing gold.

"Sure enough...... No one has ever seen it before. Qiannuo's child is an expert. The artist complimented.

"I want it." There is no empty way.

"Good...... Oh...... Qiannuo children, do you mean ......" The artist groaned, and suddenly thought, what is Wukong talking about.

"Since it's here, it must have a price, right?" Wukong asked.

Alice walked beside Wukong and leaned over to look. Louis also glanced at it, except for the multicolored halo of light from the light, there was nothing unusual.

"It's all about art, art...... Of course there is a price. "The artist looked embarrassedly ahead, the waiter leading the way;" Let's eat first, and I'll ask you later. Qiannuo child, are you serious? It can be very expensive. ”

Wukong nodded and said seriously, as long as you know the price, it's no problem.

After the meal, the artist did not mention the beeswax Buddha statue for a long time.

In the meantime, I didn't have time to go out and look at it, and found that it was gone. Placed there is another statue of the Heavenly King.

It is made of pure gold, with a neat and tidy rule, with a winning building in the right hand and a button in the left hand.

After the meal, leave the clubhouse.

Snow Mountain Nima asked Wukong, why would he dare to be interested in it?

There is no time to say, I don't know, I just want to.

Snow Mountain Nima said, I can ask someone. However, there is little hope.

I said "um" without space, rubbed the rosary, and silently recited the Kalachakra Sutra, trying to keep the feeling of being called in the back of my mind.

Back at the hospital, Yoko and Dolma say they haven't eaten enough.

In fact, everyone was not well fed, including Snow Mountain Nima.

The food in Huajinyuan is not delicious or not, and the amount is still small.

Not suitable for this group of young men and women who are growing their bodies.

Snow Mountain Nyima takes them to a Tibetan-style restaurant near the Shangri-La Medicinal Herb Market.

Her car can only sit three people, and Louis knows the place and walks over.

It's not far away anyway. Less than three kilometers.

Louis asked about the beeswax Buddha statue, and said that he didn't know why, but just wanted it.

Old Limburg suddenly appeared in Louis's vision and asked what Wukong wanted?

Louis made an excuse to pee, went down to the banks of the Lhasa River, and roughly told him what had just happened.

Old Limburg inquired carefully about the shape of the beeswax Buddha statue and how it had behaved at that time, and he asked the artist about it and the replacement of the Buddha statue.

"What day is it?"

Louis asked in a loud voice, "Qiannuo, what time is it today?" ”

"What's the number?" Mukong looked at him strangely.

"What day is today?" Louis asked again.

"What is the month? Let me think. "There's no space to cover your head.

Old Limburg said urgently: "You are in trouble, go quickly, and leave Lhasa immediately." ”

"What's the trouble?" Louie asked.

"Big trouble." Old Limburg Road; "Go and hit him in the head and tell him that he is the spitting mouse, and that someone is going to kidnap him, so leave immediately. If...... You go to Bruno and run for your life. Before fleeing Lhasa, throw away you and all the bits and pieces of your body. ”

After that, the old Limburg went offline.

Louie hurried to catch up with Wu Kong and hit him in the head...... I can't do it, I just say that someone is going to kidnap you, run.

Mukong looked at him strangely.

Louis said again: "It was my grandfather who told me, and he said that you just said in Huajin Garden that you wanted that Buddha statue, and you got into trouble." They're going to kidnap you. ”

"I didn't ask for it, I just asked, why did you kidnap me?" The feeling of emptiness is inexplicably wonderful.

When the hotel arrived, Louis babbled and advised him to leave immediately.

Snow Mountain Nima understood and said that he would leave immediately, and if he didn't leave, it would be too late.

No time to ask why? This is Lhasa, if someone kidnaps him, you can call the police.

Snow Mountain Nima looked at him and said, "Little Mage, do you believe me?" ”

Wukong nodded and said, "Believe." ”

"Trust me, just listen to me. Let's go now. "Snow Mountain Nima said very seriously;" The hospital can't go back, and I can't ask for anything. ”

"Let's go, where are you going?" Wukong was a little dazed.

"Looking for Mom." Dolma said.

"Ah...... "I don't have the space to pat the horn on the golden hoop on my head;" Go, go now, go to Sujing to find your mother. ”

Turn around and leave without any time.

Dolma followed, Alice followed, Yeko followed, and Louie hesitated for a moment before he followed.

Wu Kong looked back at them: "What are you doing with me?" ”

Dolma grabbed his arm: "Brother, what's wrong with you?" ”

Wukong suddenly woke up.

Ever since he saw the strange beeswax Buddha statue, he has been in a very abnormal state of obsession, almost obsessed, and he has no impression of what he eats.

At this moment, he completely broke free from the mysterious and distant call.

That spitting treasure rat has a mystery.