Han Shiyang saw that the two of us did not agree, nor did he force it, so he smiled slightly and said, Since this is the case, then we will not bother. A good secretary must share it, go and share Ranwen 123, let's see you in Snow Mountain Temple!

He turned around and left with the people around him, but I hurriedly shouted and said, Uncle, where is the Snow Mountain Temple?

Han Shiyang didn't look back, and said, Buddhism pays attention to a fate, the Snow Mountain Temple is more special, if you have fate, even if you don't want to go, you will go there, and if you don't have fate, even if you deliberately look for it, you can't find it.

Zhang Wuren pursed his lips and whispered, I don't know, I don't know! said so cloudy, mountain and fog cover, if it is really so powerful, you yin people will not die on the way back to the soul.

The Hubei people are gone, and so are the shamans. But Zhang Wuren and I both know that this is not the end of the matter. Even if the shaman is in decline, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and it is really difficult to get along with us, and it is probably quite troublesome.

I said, Lao Zhang, what should we do now?

Zhang Wuren thought for a while, and said, go up the mountain! I still don't believe it, we've all arrived at the foot of the Snow Mountain, can we still find the Snow Mountain Temple?

Daisetsuzan is a sacred mountain in Tibet, and it has always been forbidden for tourists to climb it. Therefore, what Zhang Wuren said about going up the mountain is actually to walk along the pilgrimage road.

Tibetans turn to the mountains, and we are looking for monasteries.

On the way to the mountain, I met all kinds of people, including pilgrims, backpackers, photographers from afar, and truck drivers passing by.

There are many people on the road, but the so-called Snow Mountain Temple can never be found. We asked some locals, but they laughed at us.

They say that there are countless temples under the Great Snow Mountain, but there is no Snow Mountain Temple at all.

After an afternoon of walking, we were tired enough. I said to Zhang Wuren, Lao Zhang, the lama in red won't be playing with us, right? Or are we in the wrong place?

Zhang Wuren saw that I was weak and didn't want to leave, so he said, the place must be right. On the way, we met Master Liang from Hong Kong, the Yin Walker from Hubei, and the shaman from Inner Mongolia.

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He pointed to the person in front of him and said, for example, this uncle.

I followed his finger and looked forward, it was a middle-aged uncle with a picture clip on his back, long hair, and full of artistic atmosphere. When Zhang Wuren pointed at him, he seemed to sense it, so he turned around and glanced at us, and then smiled slightly.

This person is extremely handsome, his face is resolute, angular, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised when he laughs, he is simply a girl killer.

But Zhang Wuren was stunned, he said, Lao He, Lao He, take a look at what's wrong with him?

I said, it's just a handsome mess, there's nothing wrong with it.

Zhang Wuren said, no! Look at the picture clip he's carrying! That's Cheng Lu Bu! it! That's right, that's Cheng Lubu!

Soul Sealing Pen and Cheng Lu Cloth. These two things are too familiar to us, and this is the standard equipment of Fujian corpse painters. Without these two things, he would not be worthy of being called a corpse painter.

It is said that the production of these two magic weapons is extremely difficult, and the corpse painter has only passed down to less than ten sets in the history of hundreds of years. The rarity is simply the giant panda among the giant pandas, but I didn't expect to meet one here.

The middle-aged uncle took a look at us and ignored us, like that kind of very withdrawn character. Zhang Wuren said, it's okay now, follow him, and I'm sure I can find the Snow Mountain Temple.

I was a little hesitant, but Colonel Di Ming said that a good corpse painter can draw your soul into the painting with one look at you, and then die. Such a person is definitely not comparable to Han Shiyang's kind of person, he belongs to the master of the masters, what if he paints the two of us?

Zhang Wuren said that corpse painters do have this kind of ability, but that is against ordinary people. You think, we don't eat dry rice, we all eat yin and yang rice, and we don't have no way to deal with it. Besides, we have no grievances with the corpse painter, and the corpse painter has to use his own life to paint the corpse, and painting a picture is to fight for a life, and he can't deal with us.

I said, be careful. The corpse painters are both good and evil, and the devil knows if they have strange skills, so let's follow them from afar.

It is estimated that Zhang Wuren is unwilling to provoke this kind of person, so he follows the middle-aged uncle from a distance. Uncle didn't care, he walked leisurely, as if he was picking the wind.

He was originally walking around the Great Snow Mountain, but then suddenly he walked into a small path next to him. The trail is very remote, and only one person can walk through the winding paths. Zhang Wuyan and I were worried that he would suddenly disappear, and involuntarily got closer.

After walking for about an hour, the sky gradually darkened. And the road ahead became more and more deserted, and in the end, there was no even a sheep's intestine path, and it was completely a wilderness full of rocks and weeds.

I said, Lao Zhang, this is wrong. Did this uncle do it on purpose?

Zhang Wuren squinted his eyes and looked ahead, he suddenly quickened his pace, and said, it wasn't intentional, you look ahead!

I looked ahead and saw that on the other side of the wilderness, there were sparkling lights.

At this time, we don't need a middle-aged uncle to lead the way, we can also find a place. So the two of us couldn't help but speed up the pace. But in the wilderness, it has always been said that the mountain runs away from the dead horse, and the light looks not far away, and we walked for more than three hours before we arrived.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

The temple is built on a hill, and it looks magnificent in the light. Zhang Wuren and I have been marveling since we stood at the entrance of the temple, because I didn't find a path here.

To be precise, there is no road that can be driven, only a small road that can be walked.

I said to Zhang Wuyan, Lao Zhang, I really opened my eyes this time! With such a large building and no road, how did the building materials room get in? Could it be that people are pulling shoulders?

Zhang Wuren was so tired that he was about to collapse on the ground, and said, you don't care how he built it, maybe someone built the road first, then built the Snow Mountain Temple, and then demolished the road and planted grass in order to maintain a sense of mystery.

I have a reason to say this, but when I think of the solemn appearance of the red-clothed lama, I don't look like a person who can do such a thing.

Two red-clothed lamas were waiting at the entrance of the temple, their heads shaved, their skin dark, their faces full of wrinkles, and they couldn't tell how old they were. As we approached, we saw the middle-aged uncle and the red-clothed lama clasp their hands together and saluted, and then a lama led him in.

Zhang Wuren and I were tired enough, but after all, it was the first time to come to Daxue Mountain, and I said that I couldn't lose face for us Shijiazhuang people, so I cheered up and said hello to the lama at the door.

The red-clothed lama bowed slightly and asked our names. After Zhang Wuren and I reported it, the red-clothed lama raised his head and looked at us in surprise.

I said, Master, what's wrong? Any questions?

The red-clothed lama said, "No problem, but on the list given to me by the master, you two should have come with the head of Hurun in Beijing."

Zhang Wuren waved his hand and said, I encountered something on the way, so we came first. What, have the people from the Special Cases Division arrived?

The red-clothed lama said, "They haven't come yet, so please come with me."

He used a brush to draw a pair of ticks on our names, and with the help of the Buddha lamp above my head, I saw that the list was densely packed, I am afraid that there were not dozens of them.

I whispered to Zhang Wuforgiving, Lao Zhang, do you think this looks like a hero post in the story of the rivers and lakes? We're two of those heroes!

Zhang Wuren said that heroes are used to play with their lives, and doing our business is a business with their heads hanging on their belts. Lao He, this place has gathered masters from all over the country, but don't make trouble.

I said, what if someone messes with us? Like those shamans?

Zhang Wucan's eyes were domineering, and he said, if you can beat it, then beat him out! If you can't beat it, you will rely on the special case department. We've helped Colonel Diming so many times, we can't die without help, right?

I stretched out my thumb at Zhang Wuren and said, I love to hear this! Anyway, we can't be bullied.

We walked all the way and talked, and soon came to a large hall. The red-clothed lama bent slightly over the two of us, then pushed the door open.

However, the moment the door was opened, countless noisy sounds buzzed towards me like a large field of flies.

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