Visiting all the way, Ruoxi is like a butterfly wearing flowers, look at this and that, indulge in the scenery all the way, but fortunately, Ruoxi's attention is on the scenery, Zheng Lang has been worried that she rushed up to pull a lama and said: "I haven't met you yet." "However, if you think about it, isn't it even more terrifying that she didn't rush forward......

Zheng Lang didn't bother to look at the scenery, so he stared at the lamas who came and went to see if there was any more suspicious or reliable. From time to time, I walked to the edge of the cliff and walked around, looking at the bottom of the cliff, whether there was an old man hanging on the edge of the cliff and waiting for the protagonist to fall down the cliff.

Ruoxi took pictures all the way, and it didn't take long for the phone to run out of battery, and with that energetic appearance, Zheng Lang felt that Ruoxi was at least equal to 0.75 sons.

Finally, on the top floor of the Potala Palace, Ruoxi stopped and said: "Ah, uncle, look at this day, this snow-capped mountain, this trip to the West Sea is really worth it, don't you think the whole person has been sublimated." At this moment, I really want to compose a poem! ”

Zheng Lang looked at the scenery in front of him, and felt that it was indeed Cao, but before he could speak, a voice on the side continued: "I have lived here for more than 70 years, and I don't feel that people have been sublimated. ”

Zheng Lang looked back and saw that he was an old lama, bald and red-dressed, skinny and skinny, with skin like dead bark on his face, and he was at least seventy or eighty years old just looking at his appearance.

Although the old lama is old, there is still a fierceness between his eyebrows, and a scar crawls from his forehead to the corner of his mouth.

However, Zheng Lang is happy! appeared, old man he finally appeared!

Zheng Lang sorted out his thoughts and opened his mouth to inquire about the information: "I don't know what this master is called, it looks like a story." ”

The old lama saluted: "The master doesn't dare to be a master, but I also rode a white horse across the east wind back then, and the people of the rivers and lakes call me the overlord of the wind, you can call me a hurry!" Tyrant! ”

The corners of Zheng Lang's mouth twitched a few times, he couldn't help but complain, and said: "It turned out to be the master of the master, and the master's name is a little exaggerated." ”

The old lama smiled slightly, and the scar looked even more hideous: "Not exaggerated, not exaggerated, monks don't lie, lamas naturally don't fight, I have sufficient arguments, not exaggerated at all, of course, because the arguments are too strong, it is inconvenient to show them publicly at this time." I've been paying attention to my little brother for a long time, and you've been looking around, staring at the cultivators of my generation, and I don't know if there are any questions that need to be answered by monks. ”

There are often tourists who go to the Potala Palace just to chat with the lama and seek guidance on life, which is a bit like looking for a monk to tell fortunes in the mainland. But looking for monks to guide and find lamas for guidance, the lama has a little bit of romanticism, and it is more marketable, after all, the old saying says that foreign monks will chant scriptures.

Zheng Lang thought about it, there was an old man who sent it to the door, that is the compass from the sky, depending on the age, the other party even experienced World War II, maybe he knew what happened at the beginning, so he asked: "Da Shi, I don't know if you have heard of this place in Shambala." ”

Master Jiba nodded slightly and replied, "Hehe, little brother, you are the right person, I really know." ”

There is a door, Zheng Lang thought.

"The little brother is also a person who is interested in history, as far as I know, there is only one origin of the name Shambala, the axis of the earth, right? During World War II, Hitler sent people to Shambhala to find the core of the earth. ”

Really asked the right person, Zheng Lang nodded and replied: "Yes, I have always been interested in all kinds of strange things, I have heard the story of the axis of the earth for a long time, since I am destined to come here, I naturally want to inquire." ”

Master Jiba put on a reminiscent expression and said, "Well, I also heard this legend in my early years, and I also made some painstaking investigations. But looking through all the documents, there is no record of Shambala, and according to my guess, I think Shambhala is a translation error, Tibetan to German, German to English, English back to Chinese, transliteration errors are quite normal. I speculate that his original text should be another name, and the little brother must have heard of it. Speaking of this, Master Jie Ba paused.

"Oh, what is it?" Zheng Lang said nervously.

"Shambhala!"

Shambhala? Shambala? It really sounds like a different transliteration of one place, and after many back and forth translations, it's entirely possible that this error can occur. So, will the Earth's axis be in Shambhala?

"Shambhala" is a transliteration of Tibetan, also translated as "Shangri-La", which means "Paradise of Heaven", which is the mythical world of Buddhism and the birthplace of Kalachakra Buddhism; Buddhist scholars believe that Shambhala is a fictional paradise, the ideal pure land that Tibetan Buddhists aspire to pursue, namely: "Elysium", "Wonderland on Earth", and "Mandala". The real Shambhala is completely different from the later Shangri-La in Yunnan, which was actually changed in 2001, and it was not the original name. After the name change, tourism exploded instantly.

If there is anything in common between the real Shambhala and Shambhala, it is that the same cannot be determined where. However, there is a lot more information about Shambhala, and the academic community generally believes that Shambhala is near the Gangdis Mountains, and even many people believe that Shambhala is the ear of the earth - Lop Nur.

Zheng Lang felt that what Master Jiba said made sense, as for not knowing the exact location, it was a problem for Master Jiba, but it was not a problem for Zheng Lang, there was no prompter given by nine thousand, as long as it reached the approximate place, the radar would naturally point out the exact location. This is far more efficient than headless flies scurrying throughout the West Sea.

"Thanks for the advice, I think I've probably counted." Zheng Lang sincerely thanked him.

"Well, I'm guessing you've thought of it too, I think Shambhala is roughly near Lop Nur, but I don't know exactly where it is. Some time ago, I also went to look for it, but it has not been peaceful over there recently, there is a foreign force occupying Lop Nur, they call themselves the Bearded Brigade, and they have driven away all those who want to get close to Lop Nur, if you go, you will inevitably meet them, be careful, I will almost be caught by them and not come back. Master Jiba explained earnestly.

"Well, thank you for your advice." Zheng Lang saluted, then turned back and asked Ruoxi: "Ruoxi, I will go to Lop Nur next, will you go with me?" ”

"Go, I'm out to travel, you can go anywhere, and it's fun to travel with my uncle."

The two walked down the mountain as they spoke, and the old lama behind them looked at the two figures, the corners of his mouth slowly curved, and said softly: "Hmph, they are all coming for the time and space anchor, let them explore the depths, but what is the familiar smell on this young man's body?" ”