More than two months later, ten miles away from Nagqu Town, Tibet.

The sound of horses' hooves stomping on the ground sounded, and at first it was faintly audible, but then it was like a thunderbolt from far and near, and in a blink of an eye, I saw about twenty or thirty horsemen, galloping, and only twenty or thirty horsemen actually gave people a feeling of thousands of troops, and its elite degree can be seen.

The big man at the head is covered in dust, his face is cold and solemn, and his eyes are open and closed, which makes people dare not look directly.

The town was approaching in an instant, and the big man raised his hand, and these thirty horsemen held the reins at the same time, neatly aligned, showing extremely high riding skills.

The people who came in and out of the town hurriedly dispersed, for fear of blocking the way of these masters and getting into trouble.

The big man's eyes swept over the town, and he said in a deep voice: "Tutuo, how long will it take?"

A fine horseman next to him arched his hand and said: "General, this is Naqu Town, and it will be more than three days away from the Potala Palace." ”

Dahan nodded lightly and said, "Get off the horse and go to the town to buy some food." ”

But he had no intention of entering the town, showing that he was cautious.

Tuto obeyed, turned over and dismounted, and headed for the town.

......

The wind and grass in Tibet naturally cannot be concealed from Dai Daojin, the Zhu Bigu of Tibet.

In the Spirit Pagoda Hall, Dai Daojin's eyes were slightly closed, and he listened to the report of his subordinates in his ears, but did not speak.

After the report was finished, the Grand Lama sat quietly and waited for instructions.

Dai Daojin opened his eyes, there seemed to be thunder flashing in his eyes, the lama's heart jumped, he missed half a beat, and hurriedly lowered his head, afraid in his heart.

Dai Daojin didn't pay attention to the thoughts of the lama in front of him, his eyes flashed slightly, he thought about it, and said, "Go, get ready, and welcome the guests." ”

When the great lama heard this, he nodded knowingly, and His Holiness's words meant that in the future, Tibet and Mongolia would have a peculiar handover and cooperation, or it could be regarded as submission.

He is the person in charge of the Potala Palace's news network that radiates the entire Tibet, and he naturally knows that Mongolia wants to take the news of Tibet.

At the same time, he also knew that except for Zhu Bigu, none of the great lamas below wanted to go toe-to-toe with the Mongols.

Now Zhu Bigu's words to welcome the guests also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Dai Daojin watched this lama leave, his face remained unchanged, he felt the spiritual fluctuations of this lama, but the reason why he was like this was not because he was afraid of the Mongolian people, but with his current spiritual realm, he had already surpassed the difference between Han and Yi.

In a previous life, he also had a warm blood and used all means to protect the survival of the Han people.

But today, his spiritual realm, the things he pursues have already undergone earth-shaking changes, whether it is Meng or Han, and what is the difference, it is just the reincarnation of heaven and the struggling sentient beings.

This is also a part of the Heavenly Dao, but it is not the Heavenly Dao that Dai Daojin is pursuing.

Dai Daojin thought about this, his eyes flashed, and a strong momentum suddenly burst out from his body, vast and vast, like mountains and seas, but it disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

He slowly closed his eyes, and went back to contemplation and cultivation.

Some of the big lamas in the Potala Palace, when Dai Daojin's momentum exploded, felt something, and invariably looked at the Lingta Hall to calm their palpitations, clasped their hands together, and were even more in awe of that person.

Three days later, the 30 horsemen arrived at the Potala Palace.

The leader of the big man was outside the square, so he dismounted, and the soldiers behind him also followed.

Dahan looked at the majestic Potala Palace, his eyes were a little solemn, he came with the task of the Great Khan, because of the particularity of the region here and the particularity of the Tibetan beliefs, he was asked to act cautiously.

When the group walked to the square, an old lama in red greeted him with his hands folded: "General Borhu came from afar, but he failed to meet him from afar, and I hope that the general will forgive his sins." ”

Bol smiled faintly, and the smile on his cold face was quite strange, and said: "The master is serious, Bol suddenly came uninvited, and I hope the master will not be surprised." ”

The old lama smiled, his eyes fell on the blade brought by Borhu and the others, and hesitated: "...... here"

The words were not finished, but the implication of the words was that Borhu and the soldiers behind him understood that they were asking them to hand over their blades.

Those big-headed soldiers didn't care where they were, and what kind of situation they were affecting, they looked at the old lama with cold eyes, holding the hilt of their swords.

There was a bit of tension for a while.

Boer suddenly smiled and said, "Guests are as they please, since we want to disarm the sword soldiers, we should obey ......."

The old lama's eyes moved, and he suddenly turned to look at the Potala Palace and bowed in the distance, then turned to look at everyone and said with a smile: "No need, His Holiness has an order, you don't need to untie your blades." ”

Bol's eyes flashed, there is still a distance of nearly three hundred zhang from the Red Palace of the Potala Palace, could it be that the Venerable is really as the wizard said, can communicate heaven and earth, and his martial arts have reached an unbelievable realm?

Otherwise, how can the sound be transmitted from such a long distance?

As for this aspect of the great lama making decisions on his own, Borhu is sure that he does not dare, it is really this Venerable who has a very high status, how can this subordinate dare to be arbitrary?

The old lama smiled faintly: "General Borhu, please, His Holiness has been waiting for a long time. ”

Bol nodded and walked forward.

Naturally, it was impossible for all the people behind him to follow, and they were taken to rest in other places.

Dai Daojin did not meet people in the Spirit Pagoda Palace, but chose another hall.

Footsteps sounded, and the old lama walked in with Borhu.

The old lama knelt on the ground, bowed and bowed, and said, "Venerable, General Borhu has brought it." ”

Bol suddenly looked at the red figure sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, with exploration in his eyes, his mind was sensitive, and he could always sense the opponent's qi whenever he faced the enemy, detect flaws in the changes in the opponent's qi, and finally kill the enemy, but at this time, he only felt that this person did not seem to exist, and he could not perceive any of this person's qi at all.

Bol suddenly felt a little awe-inspiring in his heart, he couldn't even detect the depth of this person.

Dai Daojin opened his eyes, and his warm and kind eyes looked at Bolhu, and a strange light burst out in his eyes.

Bol suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and he felt a fierce intent that suffocated him, enveloping himself, as if it was penetrating into his soul, he was not very old, but he was a veteran of the battlefield, but at this moment he was so smoked by the bloody smell in his heart that it was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Just when he felt that he was going to die, he would become a part of this mountain of corpses and blood.

The blood in his eyes faded, and his mind returned, and he saw a pair of eyes that contained all the compassion in the world, as if a mother was looking at her child, with pity, distress and love, as if turning into a pair of invisible hands, soothing the wound he had just received.

Suddenly Boer felt that his mind had just been soaked in the cold sea of corpses and blood, and at this time, it was like his mother's embrace when he was a child, warm and kind, his spirit was surging and moving, and it seemed to be back to normal, and he seemed to be a little more refined.

"General Borhu......"

A deep, magnetic voice woke him up.

Bol suddenly came back to his senses at this moment, looking at the red-clothed monk in front of him with a smile, the clothes behind him were all soaked, and at this moment he only felt cold hands and feet, and his heart was cold.