Snowflakes were all over the sky, fluttering and soft, falling from the far and cold sky.

Fall into the wasteland, fall into the mountains......

After 3,000 meters above sea level, the wind was bitterly cold and the blizzard poured wildly, so that the snow fell and did not melt, and a thick layer was piled up on the boundless wasteland.

The moor was divided in two by a river, which was already condensed, and at the end of the river was a majestic mountain range covered with snow.

Looking at it from afar, this heaven and earth, this mountain and this water seem to be occupied by the raging snow god, looking down from above, looking up from below, all of them are monotonous white.

Except for that place...... Blue lake.

Now it is a cold winter, and the vast Tibetan territory is unusually cold, dripping into ice.

However, the blue lake is sparkling, and the water moves with the strong winds, showing no signs of freezing.

With the ripples of the lake, accompanied by the rising sun in the sky, a temple that can hardly be described by the word 'majestic', with an inexplicable solemn atmosphere, ushered in from afar.

This temple, the golden roof shines with golden light, the whole body exudes treasure, the whole is surrounded by a high wall, the white wall and the golden top, it looks very beautiful.

Here, it is......

Potala Palace!!

Here, it is......

Buddhist shrines!!

The Potala Palace, built in the seventh century AD, has a history of more than 1,300 years.

Standing on the top of the mountain for more than a thousand years, this temple has witnessed the rise of one dynasty after another, the fall of one emperor after another, but no matter what, no matter how ruthless the river of time is, it ...... It is the highest in the world and is a magnificent collection of palaces, castles and monasteries.

Not only that, the Potala Palace has also become the venue for major religious and political ceremonies in the past dynasties, and it is also a place to worship the high Buddhas and lamas of the past.

Therefore, every year, every day, countless Buddhists come sincerely, from the foot of the mountain, even from the beginning of entering Tibet, they take three steps and one bow, nine steps and one knock, and walk to the top of the mountain with great devotion.

Today, although the wind and snow are fierce, there are no exceptions.

At this moment, in the wind and snow, one after another abrupt small black dots are struggling to move forward.

Most of these black spots are Buddhas, who are wearing thick but dirty clothes, shaking prayer wheels in their hands, kneeling step by step, bowing step by step, and walking towards the top of the mountain with difficulty, showing their respect for the Buddha.

The remaining black dots are, of course, ...... Visitor.

Although it is a cold winter and the weather is extremely bad, it is impossible to stop the off-road vehicles that burn money and oil, and the warm air conditioner makes them undiminished, and even seems to worship the Buddha more than the devout Buddhas, with a fanaticism on their faces, walking towards the top of the mountain.

Haotian and Lin Ruoxue are also among the tourists.

The difference is that the two did not take a car, but only walked.

This is a plateau land, the air is extremely thin, although Lin Ruoxue is also half a cultivator, but at the moment she is also slightly tired.

However, even though she was tired, she still habitually rolled up and down her mouth.

"Damn, my aunt doesn't understand?

Rarely, Haotian answered his question and did not continue to be cold.

"This place is empty!"

Forbidden air?

Lin Ruoxue covered her mouth and laughed mischievously, and her two little hands hugged Haotian's left arm tighter.

"Could it be that you are still afraid of being shot down by a missile?"

Speaking of this, Lin Ruoxue seemed to remember something funny, and smiled even sweeter.

"Also, now that the country's science and technology are so developed, the radar in the sky has gone to the sea. Maybe we didn't know how many missiles we were aiming at when we were flying in the sky just now. ”

"Alas, in this way, after my aunt and grandmother can fly in the future, we have to keep a low profile, so as not to be bombarded into scum by anti-aircraft missiles. ”

When Haotian heard this, he didn't pay attention to her, knowing that the 'forbidden space' he and she said should be two different things.

He didn't want to explain, just smiled slightly, and continued walking.

Gradually, the Potala Palace is getting closer and closer, and the majestic temple gate like a mountain peak is gradually becoming clearer, and even the gold drawing on it is no longer blurred.

At the same time, the snow is smaller, there are more people, and all kinds of noisy sounds also break the silence of this thousand-year-old temple and make it stained with a layer of tacky.

......

"Damn, the state clearly stipulates that from November 1st this year to March 15th next year, the Potala Palace will be free to visit, why don't you let us in?"

"What's wrong with a gun? I'm afraid of you when I get a gun. Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you, Lao Tzu is a reporter, and the pen in Lao Tzu's hand is a gun. ”

"What the hell? Damn, I guess it's the big guy who is interested in begging the Buddha to burn incense inside, so we're not allowed to go in." ”

"Cut, how is it possible! Who is so awesome, a person who goes in to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and then closes the entire Potala Palace? Anyway, I don't believe it!"

At this moment, under the big temple and on the side of the lake, there are many tourists, who are venting their dissatisfaction with all kinds of filthy words.

However, no matter how much they scolded or argued, they couldn't let the two teams of people who blocked the temple move half a point.

These two teams of people are clearly distinguished, one team is soldiers, standing upright, and the number of people is about 100. The first team is a special police officer, full of solemnity, and there are about 100 people.

Two hundred people, two teams, firmly blocked the only passage into the Potala Palace.

"What about the people, what about the monks? ”

"That's it, it's okay not to let you in, and the gas money that comes up will have to be reimbursed. ”

"Shhhh ”

The entrance was blocked, and many tourists who worked hard to come up were very dissatisfied, and the words in their mouths became more and more excessive, but in the end, no one dared to step forward and provoke those soldiers and special police officers with rifles in their hands.

Looking at such a scene, Lin Ruoxue's mind turned slightly, and she understood what was going on.

In the battle the night before, although she had been in a daze, she clearly remembered that the other party had used a large number of heavy weapons and poison gas bombs.

From this point of view, the Potala Palace is closed today, and so many soldiers and special police have been transferred, it should be ...... It has something to do with Haotian.

She knew that Haotian was powerful, but she didn't think that Haotian's strength alone could be ...... The country resisted, so he quietly pulled Haotian's left arm and said in a low voice.

"Wood, why don't we go back first?

Haotian shook his head and spoke lightly.

"Call the door!"

Calling the door?

Lin Ruoxue was stunned for a moment, and originally wanted to ask a few more words, but when she looked up at Haotian's indifferent expression, she felt stable in her heart, and immediately strode forward, like a shrew standing on the street, and roared at the two hundred or so men not far away.

"Buddha, my aunt and grandmother came to ask for medicine!"