"Guan Wen." Gao Xiang also turned around, "Maybe you should share the information passed down by those high monks, there are many people, and others may be inspired by it and come up with new ideas, right?"

Gao Xiang's expression was very sincere, and he was not at all upset because Guan Wen had taken away Baoling.

"It's all illusions, and everyone interprets it differently. If it is relayed from my mouth, it must be superimposed on my subjective consciousness and affect everyone's thinking. Gao Xiang, I didn't mean to hide my secrets, but I can only understand those things, not convey them. Such as...... For example, just a few hours ago, Miss Gu and I met with Master Tseden Dajie and rap artist Master Sancher at Tashilhunpo Monastery, and saw them burn their arms in ghee jars as firewood. I'll tell you, what can you understand?" Guan Wen was helpless and explained in as much detail as possible, but he knew that Gao Xiang would not be able to get useful information from it.

A trace of embarrassment passed over Gao Xiang's face, and he rubbed his hands and laughed: "I'm just mentioning the construction yì, forget it if it doesn't work."

"Go back, it's windy in the mountains, beware of colds." Guan Wen said.

Baoling was reluctant, but Guan Wen took her hand and led her away from the cliff.

Gu Tingcheng introduced the shirt to the three of them, and the young man always had a calm smile on his face, and he was old and dignified, which was very incommensurate with his age.

When Gao Xiang was introduced, the dark thick eyebrows of the shirt were raised, and he said with a smile: "I have heard Mr. Gao's name for a long time, and almost all the big traders in Xizàng and Nepal have dealt with Mr. Gao. In the bilateral trade industry, Mr. Gao is a great connoisseur, transporting Tibetan yak horns, Tibetan silver utensils, and Tibetan knives to Nepal, and then transporting Nepalese pagodas, Thai fragrant rice, and medicinal herbs back to Xizàng. Coming and going, earning a lot of money, others only have envy. ”

Gao Xiang just sneered, and seemed to be very hostile to the shirt.

In all fairness, both of them are excellent, but Gao Xiang is arrogant and arrogant, and Xi is low-key and forbearing, and in the eyes of others, he makes judgments.

A few people got into the car, and Gu Tingcheng secretly pulled Guan Wen and hinted that he was in the car.

So, Gao Xiang and Baoling were in the same car and drove in front, while Guan Wen and Gu Tingcheng were in the same car and followed behind.

"Xi got some information about Gao Xiang, but unfortunately, this person was very close to the forces of the Blue Dragon Society for a while. In the previous five years, Gao Xiang had several business dealings with the Asian branch of the Blue Dragon Society, and even purchased former Soviet arms from several northern countries to supply the Blue Dragon Society. His subordinate Chizan is a rising star in the Blue Dragon Society's 'Asian New Army'. Therefore, Xi felt that even if Gao Xiang was not a member of the Blue Dragon Society, he would still be a peripheral trade person, a minion of the organization. Gu Qingcheng stared at the car in front of him, his expression slightly nervous.

Now that the situation is complicated, it would be even worse if there were such a person with a suspicious identity around him.

"Is there any definite evidence?" Guan Wen asked.

Xian immediately shook his head: "No, if there is ironclad evidence, Gao Xiang's head has been taken off by Sister Gu at this moment."

Guan Wen sighed: "If you don't have ironclad evidence, don't suspect others casually."

In the matter of Gao Xiang, he must be fair and cautious, so as not to hurt Baoling. Although he doesn't like Gao Xiang, he doesn't want to blame a good person.

Lao Dao and Chizan were both sent by Gao Xiang to protect Baoling, Gu Qingcheng once explained to him that Lao Dao was also one of the bounty hunters, and he rushed to Tashilhunpo Temple in order to hunt down the party members of the Blue Dragon Society, and Chizan was the clue that Lao Dao had been staring at. The two were killed one after the other, but they were just two small waves splashing on the vast rivers and lakes.

Guan Wen now understands the true meaning of "people are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves", once they are involved in the killings related to the Blue Dragon Society, people on both sides of the good and evil will die at any time. Here, human life has evolved into a simple Arabic numerals, subtracting and additive, becoming less and less.

"I will continue to investigate, as long as I go back to Nepal, it will be very easy. Sister Gu, you want me to check the matter of Baolizhu, I have already done it, and the information is in the bag in the back seat. He didn't argue with Guan Wen, but quickly changed the topic, and the tactfulness of his handling of things made Guan Wen sigh secretly.

The bag was very thick, and in addition to the printed manuscript, there was also a thick stack of newspaper clippings. At the top is a black-and-white photograph of a young woman.

Gu Tingcheng took out the photo and looked at it a few times, and laughed lightly: "Is this woman Polizo?" Do you think she looks a bit like the famous Hong Kong actress Xia Meng in the past?"

Sure enough, the woman has beautiful eyebrows, beautiful eyes, cherry mouth, slender waist, and slender figure, and she really has the shadow of a summer dream.

All the information in the bag is related to Polyglywood, from her infancy to her death in Hong Kong's Clear Water Bay villa, 30 years before and after, a total of 230 photos, 200,000 words of text. Among them, the gossip media is most interested in her marriage and property issues.

According to the data, PolyCrystal is unmarried, although several major diamond kings in the Hong Kong business community and entertainment industry have thrown olive branches to her, but she has rejected them one by one. The Bao family started in the shipbuilding and jewelry industries, and it was passed down from generation to Paulagon Zo's generation, with no male and only one female. Her father Bao Jiannan and mother Bao Yi Lijun died young, and died of illness at the age of 50, and all the huge properties were concentrated in her hands. Later, she sold all her properties and traveled to Nepal and Xizàng alone, but finally disappeared, and her huge fortune became a headless mystery.

"Around PolyFranc, there are both positive media reports and gossip tabloid reporters. Many gossips say that PolyTalmont eventually returned to Hong Kong, where she died alone after giving birth to a baby girl at St. Mary's Hospital. After repeated verification through multiple channels, I obtained a recording of the old nurse who delivered the baby to PolyFranc back then, and there are many intriguing things in it. However, it's not quiet enough in the car, so let's listen to it after you get out of the car for a while. Shirt said.

Guan Wen already had a general understanding of the superficial relationship between Baoling, Baolizhu, and Bing Qiuhan, but he was tired at the moment, and he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.

"What piques your interest must be something extraordinary." Gu Tingcheng said.

Xian laughed: "Of course, it is extraordinary to let Sister Gu call you to arrange it in person, right?"

When the car arrived at the gate of Tashilhunpo Monastery, he turned his head, looked at the various tourists in the square, frowned slightly, and whispered: "Sister Gu, there is reliable news that someone from the Tang Gate has rushed to Katse again."

"Yes...... Tang Jue?" Gu Qingcheng leaned forward, his face sinking.

"In a word, in a word." T-shirt smiled again.

Gu Qingcheng muttered: "I know, I know...... As soon as Tang Guang died, Tang Men was furious, and if others didn't come, Tang Jue would arrive as soon as possible. ”

"It is said in the rivers and lakes that Tang Jue is the youngest, most handsome, but sharpest and most terrifying of the Eight Tiger Generals. And he has always regarded Tang Guang as his idol, but he is afraid that there will be some trouble this time. Shirt said.

Gu Qingcheng lightly high-fived: "Tang Jue is indeed troublesome, but this time he is entangled with the big and small rudders of the Blue Dragon Society, who is not a big trouble to meet?" Luckily, bounty hunters are never afraid of trouble, because we were born to solve problems for others. ”

Tsang looked at Gu Qingcheng from the rearview mirror, and his eyes showed a look of reverence from the heart.

"Stop ahead, I want to walk back." Gu Tingcheng said.

Obediently pulling over, Gu Qingcheng opened the door, raised his collar, and walked forward slowly.

"Brother, I'll go down too, and I'll see you at the family hotel when I get back." Guan Wen said hello to the shirt and jumped out of the car from the other side.

The car drove away, and no one bothered the two of them at the moment, and they were all surrounded by strangers and irrelevant people.

"Sometimes I feel lost, I don't know why I'm alive. For money? My deposits in Swiss banks are astronomical, enough to squander for three generations. For the name? Since my debut, more than 80% of the actions will hit with one hit, and the remaining 20% have never disappointed their employers, although they have gone through some twists and turns...... I came to Tibet in order to challenge myself, and I wrote a war letter to the Blue Dragon Society, the largest secret organization in the rivers and lakes. If the knife is not sharpened, it will rust, and the big and small leaders of the Blue Dragon Society are the whetstones I have chosen, but now—here, now, here, Guan Wen, I am confused again. What if I'm a knife and sharpened it? Will the Blue Dragon be destroyed or will it be destroyed by the Blue Dragon?" Gu Qingcheng tightened his collar, stopped, and looked towards the Tashilhunpo Temple.

"You're thinking too much." Guan Wen replied.

"Huh?" Gu Qingcheng was puzzled.

"If you learn without thinking, you will be reckless, and if you think without learning, you will perish—this is what Confucius said. It is precisely because you think too much that you are trapped by the shackles of thought. Look at the pilgrims who have traveled thousands of miles to think about why they live, who only accept and do not take, who believe and do not doubt. Because of this, they have only been turning the scriptures and prostrating for ten years, and they have been faithful and unchanged for the rest of their lives. Guan Wen explained.

Just to their left, an elderly Tibetan woman in a gray turban was prostrate, her forehead and limbs trying to get close to the stone slabs that lined the square. She didn't care what others thought, she just prostrated herself wholeheartedly, worshipping the god of domination in her heart with all her body and mind.

This is the true pilgrim, not to be a fool of the crowd or to be grandiose. Every time he sees such Tibetans, Guan Wen feels that they are part of Tibet, just like prayer wheels, Buddhist temples, butter lamps, and prayer flags. Without the pilgrims, the snowy Tibetan region would have lost its most touching side.

"Before, I didn't understand them, but since then, I've changed." Gu Qingcheng said with some embarrassment.

Guan Wen smiled: "How do you say it?"

Gu Qingcheng lowered his head and took a long breath, obviously trying to soothe his feelings.

There was silence for a long time before she spoke: "When the two masters were willing to burn their arms, a strange woman suddenly appeared in my mind. She showed me her life, Tibetan language and Tibetan scriptures since childhood; When he was a little older, he began to learn swordsmanship, the five elements, yin yang, zhou yi, and divination; A little older, she read through all the Tibetan histories she could find in the stables; When she really grew up, she resolutely left Beijing to marry and became the wife of the king of Tubo. She told me that the process is not important, a person's life must grasp the right direction, and that direction is destined once your life is conceived in the mother's body. Only by finding that direction can people realize the value of coming to this world. ”

Guan Wen immediately picked it up: "That's right, that's why many successful people have realized this truth - the direction is wrong, and their efforts are in vain."

"I seem to have found my way." Gu Tingcheng said.

The place where they stood was a small three-way junction, full of pilgrims and tourists coming from the front and to the right, and everyone was heading towards Tashilhunpo Monastery, which was the only direction they had come from to the Tibetan Rikhase.

"Congratulations." Guan Wen said sincerely.

I don't know when he established a kind of delicate relationship of trust between him and Gu Tingcheng, going further than a friend. He still had the pistol she had given him in his pocket, and although he didn't need it, it gave him a steady stream of confidence.

"Thank you." Gu Tingcheng said.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked side by side.

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