"Let me introduce, Mr. Luo Yuan, Lin Xuan." Dorje Tsom briefly introduced.

Luo Yuan looked at Lin Xuan from top to bottom, raised his thick eyebrows, and fanned his nostrils, although he didn't make a contemptuous "hum", his expression had already explained.

Lin Xuan was not angry, because he was just an unknown doctor who went to Tibet from Hong Kong Island, belonging to a young junior and a small person, and it was not surprising that he was despised by a big man like Luo Yuan.

"Mr. Luo Yuan, I've been looking up for a long time." He said.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Luo Yuan's mouth: "Look up to me for a long time? How? I hate this oblique writing the most in my life, saying something like 'long admiration' in my mouth, in fact, you haven't even heard of my name! ”

Lin Xuan smiled: "I did see Mr. Luo Yuan's photo from a mountaineering magazine, but I haven't met him, and today is the first time." However, I would like to give you a word of advice, the combined effects of continuous altitude sickness should not be underestimated, and the heart stent in your body may not be able to withstand the undulating pressure of the blood vessels. If you feel tightness in your chest and shortness of breath and blackness in front of your eyes, take an anti-altitude sickness medication immediately and increase the dose by three times. Also, you seem to have recently suffered a contusion in your lungs, and your breath doesn't work well when you give a. In the theories of Chinese medicine and Tibetan medicine, there is a saying that 'full blowing and hungry singing', which is explained, which means that when the qi and blood are brave and the body is not clothed, you can use your lung capacity to your heart's content, and it doesn't matter if you do any intense exercise; On the contrary, if the lungs are damaged, it is not right to take medicine to supplement food and supplement, and you must use a soft humming method to relieve the depressed air. ”

He is a doctor, and before arriving at Ali, he had been studying Chinese medicine in Hong Kong for 10 years, and he had a deep understanding of the four methods of "looking, smelling, asking and cutting" of Chinese medicine.

Luo Yuan changed color, suddenly held the hole flute in his hand, and glared at Lin Xuan fiercely.

Lin Xuan looked at the surface of the Mapanyongcuo Lake, and his gaze involuntarily turned westward, crossing the ghost lake of Laangcuo, and landing on the place where he had been abandoned last night.

If someone else was teased like this, he would definitely be angry, but he was able to quickly adjust his feelings, take those things lightly, calm his mind, and return to work.

It is ironic that the world loves Mapanyongcuo and hates Laangcuo, and that these two natural lakes are so close to each other, like conjoined sisters and babies, that they are both lakes and are treated differently.

He suddenly realized that he was thinking about the man in black, that is, the girl who had been to the clinic.

"Hey, what else do you know?" Luo Yuan asked loudly.

At this moment, he had already paced in front of Lin Xuan, condescendingly and rudely looking down.

Lin Xuan thought for more than ten seconds before he spoke: "I guess, your lung contusion is from a huge sonic attack, but I think it's strange, the Ali area is a very quiet place, there is no high decibel noise No, I said wrong, high decibel can only damage your ears, and your injury is quite complicated, just like ......"

He searched in his memory, but couldn't find a suitable metaphor.

"Seven Wounds Fist." Luo Yuan said three words.

It is a Chinese kung fu name, and the general public knows this name from a martial arts book, but they don't know that the "Seven Injuries Fist" kung fu that originated in the Northern Shaolin school of Songshan is really alive and has not been lost, and has continued to this day. In Hong Kong, Lin Xuan knew an old boxer, and he had a good foundation in practicing this kind of boxing.

Lin Xuan nodded again and again: "That's right, the injuries on your body are like those of a person who has been hit by the 'Seven Wounds Fist', and there are at least seven injuries to your internal organs, and there are more than seven." According to medical theory, after suffering so many injuries, it is better to leave the plateau and return to the big city to recuperate quietly. Staying on the plateau any longer is harmful. ”

The gist of the so-called "Seven Wounds Fist" is "one punch and seven injuries, harming others and oneself."

People who practice boxing hurt others and hurt themselves, and those who are in boxing are also in pain.

Lin Xuan didn't know where Luo Yuan, who was a mountaineering enthusiast, got an injury and came back.

"I have a reason to stay here, Dr. Lin, please come with me and sit inside, please have tea." Luo Yuan's attitude immediately changed dramatically, he was arrogant and lost, and a modest smile appeared on his face.

Lin Xuan shook his head: "No, no, Mr. Luo Yuan, I'm here, whether I'm here to ask Master Duoji Cuom about the hidden things, or don't bother."

He doesn't want to do much, his own business is enough of a headache.

Luo Yuan couldn't help but take Lin Xuan's hand and laughed: "Drink a cup of tea, and don't delay too much effort." Little brother, you are a very interesting person, I want to make you this friend! ”

From the observation deck to the west, turn a low wall made of Mani stone, and there is a slightly more spacious monastic house with a curtain of various Buddhist beads hanging from the door.

On the ground in front of the monk's house, there is a curved path made of hundreds of five-colored Mani stones. To get in, you have to follow the complete path.

Lin Xuan stopped, because he could see at a glance that the path formed by the Mani stones was a line of six-character Da Ming Mantra. In Tibet, this kind of serial formation of the Great Ming Mantra and the Buddha bead curtain is usually used when exorcising evil spirits and eliminating demons.

"Please come in, please come in!" Luo Yuan led the way in front and strode across the Mani Stone Trail.

Lin Xuan was slightly hesitant, because the evil spirit warding formation was specially designed for a certain person, and it was only harmless to this person, and if others trespassed, they would be imprisoned and harmed by some kind of strange art.

Dorjee Cuom walked at the end and whispered to Lin Xuan: "It's okay, this formation has failed, Mr. Luo Yuan's situation is extremely complicated, and it is beyond the control of our Jiwu Temple."

Lin Xuan was a little relieved and followed Luo Yuan into the house.

The interior of the house is covered with a thick wool carpet, and the furniture is not the common one in the temple, but in European style, with first-class materials and craftsmanship, which should be imported from abroad.

Lin Xuan sighed that even in the Tibetan land where the conditions were extremely harsh, rich people could always let themselves enjoy themselves.

"Sit, please sit." Luo Yuan sat down on the large brown rhinoceros leather sofa, and then greeted Lin Xuan Duo Ji Cuom.

"If you have something to say, the tea will be free." As soon as Lin Xuan sat down, he said humbly.

Luo Yuan laughed: "Okay, the little brother is quick to talk, very good!"

Lin Xuan smiled, motioned to the other party to end this type of cliché, and immediately turned to the topic.

Luo Yuan raised his hand, touched the hard blue-black stubble on his chin, groaned for a while, and spoke under the urging of Lin Xuan's eyes: "Little brother, I have already talked to Master Duoji Cuom about some things, and after he heard it, he felt that my brain was invaded by demons, so he led me to talk nonsense. But I have experienced those things myself, heard them with my own ears and seen them with my own eyes, and they are not made up randomly. Besides, I'm a man with pursuits, what's the point of making all that?"

Dorjee Tsom sighed, but shook his head, but did not speak.

Luo Yuan blinked vigorously, slapped his forehead lightly, and swallowed hard before speaking again: "I saw some inexplicable things in the mountains, and those things are related to a certain historical legend. Three of my companions fell into the iceberg because of the incident, and I was the only one who survived. I have to make this clear, or the three of them will die in vain. ”

Lin Xuan listened quietly, carefully observing all of Luo Yuan's expressions.

He felt that the other party was not like a madman babbling, but was seriously recalling a tragic past.

"Little brother, it all started when I was forty years old, about ten years ago. You've probably seen the reports about me, and that's when I resigned. Luo Yuan said.

Lin Xuan nodded, no longer urging, but let Luo Yuan's thoughts go back: "That day, I remember very clearly, it was the day before my fortieth birthday. I flew from Nepal to Moscow on a flight from Nepal to talk to the aviation giants there about building an airport. As the plane crossed the mountains on the border between Nepal and Tibet, some images suddenly appeared on the LCD in front of me, which should never have been."

It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and Luo Yuan was sitting in the first-class cabin, holding a glass of red wine, enjoying a football match in Milan, Italy.

He loves football because it's a men's sport, and the two teams he plays, Juventus and Inter Milan, have stars he admires.

It was a fierce contest because the outcome of the game was crucial to which team would qualify for next season's Champions League.

Just as Juventus won a corner kick at the top of the arc, the match signal was suddenly cut off, and in its place was a very strange picture, an empty and monotonous gray square, and at the end of the square, a rather old building.

Luo Yuan was furious, immediately pressed the electric bell, summoned a flight attendant, and asked her to adjust the TV immediately.

As a result, the flight attendant was tired and unable to switch screens. At the same time, all the televisions on that plane had the same symptoms and could only play that picture.

Just as Luo Yuan got up angrily and was about to go to the smoking room to relax, he suddenly heard a person's voice.

The voice was powerful and incendiary, but in German. Luo Yuan knew that the crew were all Singaporean-Chinese, and they usually only communicated in Chinese and English, and would never suddenly come out of German.

As a middle-aged executive at Singapore Airlines, he is familiar with all the languages relevant to his job, not only German, French and Japanese, but also Arabic, Slavic and even African vernacular. So, after only five sentences, he was shocked to find that the voice was reciting Hitler's book "Mein Kampf".

After the fall of Nazi Germany, Mein Kampf was considered ** in many countries and was not allowed to be sold or circulated, and Singapore Airlines took the customer experience so seriously that it would never be shown on planes.

Luo Yuan was even more angry, strode to the first-class exit, and went to ask the crew for their guilt.

Suddenly, he glanced at the TV screen, and his heart shook, and he immediately stopped. At this moment, a man wearing a World War II German ** uniform and a thick black bustle on his upper lip appeared on the TV.

As long as you have a little knowledge of history, you can call the man's name.

Luo Yuan froze and realized that things were not so simple, so he put his hands on the back of the swivel chair and stood firmly, staring at the screen.

At the moment, he still thinks that this strange situation is man-made, and some people with ulterior motives are doing it to discredit Singapore Airlines.

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