"Not a foreigner?" Wu Xie frowned, thought carefully in his heart, and didn't say anything more.

However, when he went out at night to breathe, he happened to meet those people.

No, it should be said that there is more than one group of people.

When Wu Xie passed by, he happened to see two groups of people confronting each other in the dining hall, but they were not obviously shown on their faces, and the aura between the two people was separated by the distinct Chu River and Han realm.

The little lamas who used to eat in the dining hall moved to the small hall on the other side with great interest, and used it as a temporary eating place.

After seeing Wu Xie coming, the people on both sides invariably restrained a lot and acted as if nothing had happened.

Wu Xie walked into the dining hall to eat, sat down on a bench close to the middle, and observed them quietly while eating.

The group of people near the left of the restaurant is more numerous, and the dress seems to be relatively uniform, judging from the costume, it seems to be the kind of people in the travel photography team, both men and women.

They were still talking about something while eating, they were going to a deep place in the mountains to shoot the snow, and the best time had not yet arrived, so they rested at the lama temple, they only came to the temple today.

From the accent, you can hear that they are from Xiangjiang, and the reason for coming here is that they heard that the scenery here is good, so they are organized on the website of travelers, and they want to live for a long time.

If you want to change the previous Wu Xie, you will definitely think that they are really here to travel, but after systematic training, Wu Xie can see at a glance that these people's nerves are tense, they are on guard against another group of people, and from time to time someone will glance at Wu Xie's body with their residual vision.

Moreover, the physical quality of these people is also average, and at a glance, you can find that there are three people in it who are definitely good, at least Wu Xie feels that he can't do any of them alone.

The seven or eight people on the other side were from a few days ago, and it was the strange people who couldn't see the history that Langka said, and it seemed that they had only moved in one after another since the night when Wu Xie came to the temple.

Compared with the people in the donkey group, the behavior of these people is much more leisurely, like a temporary expedition team, all of them are strong young men, and the people inside are also communicating in Tibetan, and Wu Xie can't understand what is being said.

As he was watching, a young man in an intricate blue Tibetan robe walked in from the door with two lunch boxes.

The people of the expedition team looked over in unison, and the movements of eating all stopped in unison.

Wu Xie wondered in his heart what was the situation, could it be an enemy? But it doesn't look like it.

The blue-robed Tibetans nodded at them, walked over and fetched two meals before leaving.

One of the members of the expedition team got up and stopped him and asked something in Tibetan, and the blue-robed Tibetan didn't know what to reply, and he could clearly see that the people of the expedition team were all relieved.

Judging from the few exchanges between this group and the blue-robed Tibetans, they belong to a group, and the status of the blue-robed Tibetans is slightly higher.

Even if he tried his best to cover it up, Wu Xie had been sitting on the third uncle's chair for so long, and he had not missed the places where fish and dragons were mixed, and this unintentionally exposed flaw still couldn't help him.

The blue-robed Tibetans made two meals, and it was obvious that the other was for someone else, and the expedition team probably asked about the same person.

That person seemed to them to be quite important.

After eating quickly, with doubts in his heart, Wu Xie left the dining hall quickly.

What he didn't know was that the moment he turned to leave, a strange scene appeared in the dining hall.

Everyone who was eating turned their heads to look at his back until they disappeared through the doorway.

Then the two people looked at each other, and they both turned their eyes away in disgust, and ate by themselves.

After the people of the donkey group took the lead in leaving the canteen, Wu Xie leaned out half of his body from behind the pillar on one side, looked at the people who were still slowly tidying up the dishes and chopsticks in the canteen, and then turned around and went back to his house in the back mountain.

Before he figured something out, he didn't want to make a fuss about it for the time being.

There was not much sleepiness at night, so Wu Xie chatted with Chen Xuehan, and learned that the group of donkey friends would come here at this time of every winter, sometimes early and sometimes late, and Chen Xuehan had also been a tour guide for them a few times.

And Chen Xuehan also revealed a very key information point to Wu Xie, the first person who met the oil painting in Motuo ten years ago, he was still followed by a woman at that time, but today, Chen Xuehan saw that woman again in the donkey friend group.

The clues in Wu Xie's mind were connected one by one, and he was very sure that the purpose of this group of donkey friends was the same as his, they were all coming for something deep in the snowy mountains.

And the purpose of the expedition, which was clearly in opposition to them, was also revealed.

These two people are friends and foes to him, and it is difficult to draw conclusions for the time being.

Wu Xie felt that he should check it first, so the next day he asked Langka to go down the mountain to check the woman's information according to Chen Xuehan's sketch, starting with her, while he stayed in the lama temple and continued to observe secretly.

However, the next day, something unexpected happened, he saw that there was an extra group of people in the Lama Temple, counting the previous two groups and himself, there were already four waves of people in the Lama Temple, and the group of people he saw today were serious Germans.

Chen Xuehan also realized that something was wrong, he looked at Wu Xie and intuitively felt that the reason why these people gathered here was probably inextricably linked to him.

What Chen Xuehan could think of, Wu Xie could naturally think of, he was afraid, their target was not only for himself, but also for the information that Muyu had left him.

"Do me a favor." He said coldly to Chen Xue.

"What's the busy?" Chen Xuehan became vigilant.

"It's not a big deal." Wu Xie looked at Chen Xuehan's face and figure, the two were about the same height, and because of the heavy clothes in winter, as long as the difference in figure was not too obvious, it could not be seen by the clothes.

Wu Xie directly took out a stack of tickets, "I need you to pretend to be me for a few days and delay for a while." ”

Chen Xuehan looked at him incredulously, wondering if his brain was confused by the wind, the difference between their skin colors was so obvious, they were not the same color at all, as long as their eyes were not blind, they could recognize it.

"You don't have to worry about that." Wu Xie stuffed the money into his hand, then turned around and pulled out a small box from under the box that Zhang Qixun had left for him.

It was opened, and it contained a mask and some special potions.

I sighed again in my heart that Muyu's precautionary efforts were still so powerful, and when Chen Xuehan looked confused, he quickly pasted the "Wu Xie" face on his face.

This Wu Xie has experience, and the black blind man is a master of disguise, and it is no problem for him to deal with it temporarily with a little bit of fur that he has learned.

There was no mirror in the house, and after finishing it, he took a photo of Chen Xuehan with his mobile phone to let him see what he looked like now, and then said: "You should also pay attention these days, the skin on your neck is not very obvious when it is covered by the collar and scarf, and your hands should not be exposed when you are outside, your hands are as black as charcoal-grilled sheep's trotters." ”

Chen Xuehan saw such a novel thing for the first time, and felt that it was fun and there was money to be made, so he rolled his eyes at Wu Xie's mockery of his black words, and did not mention any more objections.

In the next few days, Chen Xuehan kept Wu Xie's face on his face, went out to hang around during dinner, and when he came back, he stayed in the house and lay down his corpse, temporarily confusing the people who were staring at Wu Xie.

Taking advantage of the fact that the target of those people was not on him, Wu Xie secretly blackened his face and changed into Chen Xuehan's clothes, and took advantage of the evening to go to Naruhito to discuss some things about Zhang Jixun.

The old man Naruhito was a little picky, squeezing out a little bit like toothpaste every time, and when Wu Xie asked him after he guessed any clues, he would smile and tell him a little bit of clues.

On the third day, when Wu Xie went to see Naruhito again, he was told by the little lama that all the great lamas had gone to the top of the temple to discuss some things that had changed, and that it was a place where outsiders and those who were not qualified enough had the right to enter.

Wu Xie also wanted to participate in the discussion, but the little lama who sent the message told him that he would be informed of the time and place of the discussion, and that he could not enter the discussion at any time.

Wu Xie sighed a little depressedly, and planned to return the same way quietly.

As he approached a patio near Muyu's house, Wu Xie suddenly saw a person in the corridor in front of him, standing sideways on the edge of the fence pillar, watching the poignant sunset scenery on the distant mountain.

The sunset shone down from the eaves on the opposite side, and the reddish light shone on the side of his face, and the man was wearing a red and white Tibetan robe, and his hair was tied into many beautiful little braids with multicolored threads, and was loosely draped on his back with the rest of his long hair.

Wu Xie stared at the person quietly for a long time, and suddenly felt that his side face was a little familiar, but because it was against the light, he couldn't really see it.

Sensing that someone was looking at him, the man turned his head slightly sideways and glanced at Wu Xie, his gaze was still for two seconds, and then he turned around and walked into the distance.

That glance made Wu Xie feel a thrill, and suddenly came back to his senses, and he immediately pulled out his legs to catch up.

That's the face of "Wu Xie", that person has the same face as "Wu Xie"!

He followed the "Wu Xie" for a long time, and came to a place in this lama monastery that he had never set foot in before.

There are many small patios in the lama temple, which are very barren, without a little human atmosphere, and you can't hear a single human voice.

There are some mottled Buddhist murals on the walls of the patio, because they are open-air, and the patterns on them have peeled off and it is known that there are some color patches left, and the original patterns cannot be distinguished.

The man walked unhurriedly in front, and his pace was very gentle, but Wu Xie had been falling behind him, and he couldn't catch up with him.

Walking to the corner of the corridor, Wu Xie could see the red sun on the top of the snow-capped mountain brushing straight over the corrugated ridge on the eaves beast ridge, and projecting it obliquely, and the person's body was surrounded by the natural halo into a golden blurred outline.

There was only a straight black back in the dazzling light, and when Wu Xie chased after him for two steps, the light was covered by shadows, and in the blink of an eye, the figure who was still walking in the halo was gone.

Wu Xie hurriedly looked around, but saw a person's back in the middle of the patio.

He was sure that the man was just there in a daze, not really looking at anything.

But he just didn't dare to go over, because this back was so familiar to him, so familiar that at that moment, he wondered if he was in a trance, whether he suddenly stepped into another space from the halo.

It was the back of the little brother, he was wearing a red Tibetan robe, sitting quietly on the stone of the patio, surrounded by snow, but he didn't seem to be cold at all, but completely calm into his own world.

Wu Xie didn't know how long he had been in this place, so he just stood dumbfounded, looking at the back, and said in his heart, what is going on?

Didn't the little brother say that it would take ten years? How did he come out?

Could it be that he is simply deceiving himself by saying that he is guarding the door? Or is there a new twist on the horizon?

Or, behind the bronze gate of the Himalayan Snow Mountain, it is actually connected to Changbai Mountain, and the little brother sneaked here directly from Changbai Mountain?

He thought of the "Wu Xie" who was wearing a Tibetan robe before, damn, it was probably Muyu.

My heart suddenly burned with anger, shit, these two people actually secretly had a party here behind his back and the fat man!

Look at the Tibetan robe on this body, the is the same style as the grandson!

He immediately climbed out of the corridor fence and ran in front of his back in three or two steps, and at this look, the sleepwalking anger suddenly turned into a kind of stunned and confused with frustration.

Because he found that what was sitting in front of him was not a person, but a stone statue of the same scale as a normal person.

A very new red Tibetan robe was worn on the stone statue, neatly and neatly, and an additional white fluffy hat was worn on the head, which looked exactly like a real person.

After the initial astonishment, he began to wonder who had draped the robe over the stone statue.

Because he saw that this stone statue only looked like a little brother on the back, but in fact, it was just a simple stone statue carved from Himalayan stone, which was very rough and had no details at all.

He uncovered his robe to find the fingers of the stone statue, only to find that the carving was not fine to the finger part, and the body part was very rough, but it could also be seen that it was a person wearing a lama robe, and the upper body was shirtless.

He carefully studied the face of the stone statue, and wondered who it was, was it just to let him see this stone statue?

It's not that the stone statue wasn't ready to be carved, but for some reason it was stopped halfway.

To his surprise, the face of the stone statue still retains some fine contour notches, which can roughly tell the expression and the sculptor's intentions.

Wu Xie found that the face carved by this stone statue was the face of the little brother.

The little brother's face is actually quite distinctive, he is not a person who will drown in the crowd.

No matter where you are, as long as the person you are looking for is the little brother, you will definitely be able to see him at first sight.

But these are not the things that Wu Xie cares about the most, the only thing he cares about is the expression of this face.

He found that the face was crying—

The little brother is crying!

Three days later, Zhang Qiling came to the stone, and he habitually picked up the chisel and began to chisel.

He didn't know what he was digging this thing for.

He chiseled a few times, and suddenly found the chisel in his hand and realized what he was doing.

Almost at the same time, an irresistible pain in his heart welled up in his heart.

In the snow, he sat down and curled up in a ball.

【Three Days of Silence in Tibetan Sea Flowers】

(End of chapter)