Huang Ande's matter may be revealed, and the most powerful force in the world is chasing him, no matter how you look at it, it is much stronger than the Northwest Office doing it yourself.

But Lin Chuan still couldn't take this lightly, after all, everything Huang Ande had had been taken away by him. In a way, he and Wang Zhi were the only two people who took Huang Ande's possessions. He can't take revenge on Wang Zhi, won't he take revenge on Lin Chuan?

Lin Chuan has a feeling that he will definitely fight face-to-face with Huang Ande again in the future.

He watched the bloodline with fear, but at least for the first few days, they were doing well, not going out to cause trouble, and not coming to give advice on any of the actions of the Northwest Office. They didn't even need Lin Chuan to introduce them too much about the restrictions and welfare policies of the Northwest Public Office for those of the bloodline, they had already fulfilled most of them themselves, as if they really knew about these regulations for a long time.

"Isn't it to arrange a wife? How long will it take? The only discordant voice still came from Yuan Hu, but he was more like a joke.

Especially after Ye Haiya rushed over from Jianghai, he kept pestering her like a dog skin plaster, making her tired of it.

"Uncle, can you tell him not to pester me?" She even asked Lin Chuan for help.

But how can this kind of thing be stopped? Lin Chuan really has no idea.

"Scold him severely." Li Yaoyao gave her ideas like this, but Yuanhu didn't care about these at all.

"Sister Haiya's scolding voice is so good." He said this triumphantly everywhere, so that Yahya had no choice at all. hurriedly went back to Jianghai again.

Other than that, they have almost no presence in Qinzhou.

Could it be that they were really willing to be Lin Chuan's subordinates?

Lin Chuan still couldn't believe this, and the opportunity for verification was coming soon.

Before Liang Jin's disappearance, he had left a small number of staff in both Amdo and Kham districts. Just when Lin Chuan had to slow down his pace in the Tibetan area because of a series of things, they took the initiative to come out.

"People who look like monks have appeared in the Duchang area, and in order to avoid further direct confrontation, I have asked those who remained in Kham to take the initiative to withdraw first." Zhu Rong said. "If there is anything new, the leaders of the Duchang area will contact us."

This made Lin Chuan unable to hold back any longer.

Before, he wanted to go to the Tibetan area alone to see what was going on, but now with so much help, there is no problem in taking it down directly.

"I'd like to ask you to come with me to Sunshine City. See what's really going on there. Lin Chuan called the three Rank 1 Bloodline Masters together.

"No problem, Brother Lin, but are you going to give me a leave when I come back from the mission? Let me go to Jianghai to see Sister Haiya? Yuan Hu replied immediately.

Lin Chuan could only pretend not to hear these words.

"That's our mission, to destroy the enemies of the Northwest Office." Ishima, who looked very cold, replied.

And the honest James? Liu also nodded and said that there was no problem.

"I want to use three Level 2 and eighteen Level 3 people, divided into three teams and three commanders, is that okay?" Lin Chuan asked for their opinions.

"No problem!" Yuan Hu patted his chest and replied.

That night, they arrived and took a transport plane to Nagqu. After skydiving from there. Split into three teams and head to Nikko City. As for Qinzhou, after Huang Ande fled, the importance of this place immediately weakened a lot, and it was enough to have Zhu Rong, Li Yaoyao and the remaining bloodline.

Hayashi Chuan and Ishima led the first team south along the railway, and the other teams followed at intervals of ten kilometers.

"What is your life like in the United States?" Shi Jian was not the kind of person who would find something to say on his own, so Lin Chuan had to take the initiative to talk to him, but he looked at Lin Chuan and replied, "It's confidential." ”

"What do you think of Qinzhou?"

"It's fine."

"Maybe you have any relatives who survived. Looking for it? ”

"Okay, thank you."

In the end, the conversation ended in nothing. The group silently advanced in the direction of Sunlight City, and arrived at the western outskirts of Sunlight City at about three o'clock in the morning.

"Straight in?" Ishima asked.

The street scene of Sunshine City is very different from what Lin Chuan imagined, at least in the places they saw, not all of them were Tibetan-style buildings, but more of the reinforced concrete houses like other cities in China, but the floors were not too high, and some brightly colored decorations. Lin Chuan quietly walked into a house on the side of the road, the residents inside had already slept, they all looked Tibetan, but the furniture in the room was not fundamentally different from the Han people, the only difference was perhaps those decorations with obvious Tibetan characteristics.

Lin Chuan walked into the kitchen, the power supply was not powered, the refrigerator was empty, there was almost nothing to eat in the kitchen, and there was no leftover food, and the dust on the stove showed that the owner had not cooked here for a long time.

He quietly retreated again.

"Leave one person to guide the people who come after, and the others will follow us, and we will take a look around Sanzha Monastery first." He said to Ishima.

According to Liang Jin's previous description, Sanzha Temple is halfway up the mountainside between the two peaks in the northwest corner of Sunshine City, and there are no dwellings and buildings around, making it difficult to sneak into, but with such a powerful force on the side, Lin Chuan feels that he has nothing to worry about.

No matter how powerful Master Khyentse Bataan was, he couldn't wipe out two Level 1 people at once, even if he was stronger than Ivanov, Lin Chuan was confident that he would be able to deal with him until the two teams arrived behind.

They followed the map and turned all the way to the north, and then saw the red-roofed buildings on a white background and red roof of Sanzha Monastery halfway up the mountainside.

Although it was late at night, standing at the foot of the mountain, you could still hear the monks singing faintly.

This made Lin Chuan hesitate.

"Wait." He said to Ishima.

Ishima was clearly unimpressed, perhaps they never had any concerns about doing anything when they were in the United States.

But under this clear night sky, listening to the mysterious and holy Sanskrit chanting. Lin Chuan gradually dispelled the idea of using force.

This land should not be caught in the flames of war.

The two teams behind quickly followed, so Lin Chuan straightened his clothes and led them directly up the winding mountain road.

There are apparently bloodline people guarding the way. They immediately understood the strength of this force, so they did not make any hindrance moves, but just ran towards the temple at a high speed.

Yuan Hu was eager to try, but Lin Chuan grabbed him.

"Give them one last chance to get down the stairs." He said.

"But it's boring." Yuan Hu complained. "We came so far just to show our strength and bring them to their knees? Anyway, you need to see some blood, right? ”

"Politics is what it is." Lin Chuan said.

"But when we're in the United States......" Motohu continued to complain, and Ishima reached out and pulled him before he came to his senses. Keep your mouth shut.

The mountain gate of Sangzha Monastery was wide open, and about thirty lamas dressed in red lined up to greet them, and Lin Chuan followed their example and folded his hands in a salute. "Late night visit. With a lot of interruption, we would like to see Khyentse Pataan Guru. ”

"Please go inside." A bloodline man came out of the monks, bowed, and turned to lead the way. Yuan Hu shook his fist behind his back. Foolishly followed the back of the group.

The houses on either side look old, and the bluestone steps follow the narrow space between the two buildings all the way up seemingly endlessly.

In the temple hall at the highest point, there was another Sanskrit chanting.

It's like a song.

"Please go this way." The Bloodline Lama stopped, clasped his hands together, and signaled to them that a small courtyard by the side of the road was where Khyentse Bataan Guru was.

Lin Chuan walked in with three Rank 1 bloodlineers.

The room on the first floor was lit up, and behind the square mahogany table facing the door sat a monk in his mid-thirties, behind a table on his side. Sitting were Lin Chuan's familiar two figures, Liang Jin and Wu Mo.

On the other side are several elderly monks. They weren't bloodline people, but behind them stood five lamas of various ages, and Lin Chuan sensed that two of them were level 2 and three were level 3.

With such power, it's no wonder they have ideas they shouldn't have.

"Excuse me." Lin Chuan bowed his head and entered the door.

"Please take a seat." Khyentse Bataan smiled and motioned for Lin Chuan to sit next to him, and as he passed by, Liang Jin smiled at him to show that he himself was not harmed. And Wu Mo looked frightened.

Lin Chuan nodded at them and motioned for them to retreat to the back, letting Shi Jian, Yuan Hu, and James sit down.

Liang Jin was obviously taken aback by the three level 1 people who came out of nowhere, but she didn't say anything more and pulled Wu Mo to stand up.

Khyentse Bataan placed a fine porcelain bowl in front of Lin Chuan, and the two little lamas put down the tea bowl that Liang Jin and Wu Mo had just drunk and put the new porcelain bowl on it.

A young lama walked in with a large copper kettle, and Khyentse Bataan took it from his hand, shook it slightly, and filled them one by one.

Yuan Hu picked up the bowl with a big grin, took a sip, smacked his lips, shook his head and put it on the table.

"It doesn't taste good." He said.

"Presumptuous!" A young Level 2 lama standing behind him shouted loudly.

Yuan Hu jumped up excitedly.

"Want to fight? Come on! He exclaimed.

"Mingzheng!" Khyentse Bataan whispered, and the young lama bowed his head and shrank behind the crowd.

"I'm sorry." Khyentse Bataan said with a smile to Yuanhu. "The monks are careless, the monastery is remote, and we can't satisfy our guests, this is our negligence, please forgive us."

His Chinese spoke very well, and Lin Chuan looked at him and asked Yuan Hu to sit down.

"Don't deliberately find fault." He said to Yuan Hu.

"I wonder how many distinguished guests came late at night, what's the matter?" Khyentse Bataan asked with a smile as if he hadn't heard Lin Chuan's words.

The goodwill brought by the previous Sanskrit chant gradually disappeared, and Lin Chuan decided not to beat around the bush anymore.

"I want to ask the master, what do you want to do by kidnapping the formed soldiers of our Northwest Office for no reason? What do you want to do when you send monks to the Kham area? Could it be that Sangzha Monastery wants to learn from the Great Lama of the Snow Mountain and do something to isolate himself from the people? (To be continued......)