Wear cotton-padded jackets in the morning and gauze in the afternoon, and eat watermelon around the stove. The temperature difference between day and night in Leh fits this saying well. Wearing short-sleeved shirts during the day makes you sweat, and at night the temperature drops directly to below zero. The people living here can be said to be the most adaptable human beings to the environment.
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Under the host's instruction, Wang Chao took advantage of the stall where the hotel owner delivered food to his door and inquired about the origin of the stone vase on the table. The boss's answer surprised both the master and the servant. The vase was carved by the lama of Datuo Temple.
It is said that it is something that has been consecrated and blessed, and there is an endless stream of believers who come to the temple to offer incense and worship. This kind of stone vase has been sold in Datuo Temple a long time ago, and sales have always been mediocre. Since the reputation of King Zhuopu for curing diseases and saving people has spread
, almost everyone who has been to Datuo Temple has one, several, or even more.
The hotel owner was a frequent visitor to Datuo Temple. He would bring back a stone vase of this kind every month or so. He suddenly thought of using the bottle as a decoration in the hotel room, which was quite unique and interesting.
Wang Chao immediately proposed to buy the stone vase in the room as a souvenir, and the boss actually readily offered it as a gift. Under Xu Qing's instruction, Lao Hanba paid a hundred dollars to buy the stone vase in the room, and the boss couldn't resist.
Hehe put it in his bag, and soon a warm cow dung stove was delivered. Burning yak dung for warmth is a tradition that Tibetans have continued for thousands of years. The dried cow dung cakes no longer smell, and they can be regarded as a kind of
unique national culture.
Wang Chao spread a few animal skins on the floor next to the stove. In fact, Lao Hanba liked this kind of cold ground the most, but to be a pure man, he decided to sniff the burning fragrance of cow dung and fall asleep soundly.
Xu Qing lay in bed unable to sleep for a long time. After knowing his injury, he did not think that the senior Wang Chao said could heal the injury. The unformed Holy Realm seeds were fused with his own inner elixir.
Together, this is the direct cause of the news about inner energy. I remember that the Snow Mountain Mastiff once said that the holy seed must first be put into the Dantian to warm and cultivate. When the opportunity comes, it will be integrated with its own inner elixir. This process is short.
It takes ten days and a half months, or three years and five years. Now the Holy Realm Seed cannot be considered as fused with the inner elixir. If it is stretched to death, it will be considered as a bond. The most bizarre thing is that the bonding position happens to be where the fifth limb is, even if it is
Even if other internal injuries are treated, it is impossible to restore internal energy.
What else can he do if he has no inner strength? Xu Qing asked himself more than once. He was in an unprecedented struggle in his heart. He wanted to avenge the two Qiu Tong priests who died tragically at the hands of Long Fengyang, and also wanted to avenge all the special people killed by Longmen.
The elite of the team seek justice, but what else can he do without the inner strength? Should he use his clairvoyant eyes to face the four half-saints of Longmen?
Losing power will inevitably lead to a sense of loss, but it also gives Xu Qing more time to reflect on himself. He kept thinking while lying on the bed, thinking a lot. He remembered that at the moment he faced death, he felt so reluctant to let go.
The shadows that appear in his mind are all that he can't let go of, even though some people have left forever...
The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Since God has given him the chance to survive, he should cherish it. Hatred cannot be forgotten, but we cannot let hatred occupy our hearts. Without inner strength, in a sense
It also made Xu Qing calm down completely. He made up his mind to cheer up and face the future life even if he had no energy. The top priority was to cure other internal injuries on his body, at least to restore his ability to move. There are many things.
Waiting for him to do it, there are many things that can be done.
Click! There was a soft sound from the door. Xu Qing's eyes flashed and he looked over. He saw a knife as thin as a cicada's wings sticking out from the crack of the door, and the blade slightly moved the wooden door latch.
Phew! Wang Chao, who was sleeping next to the stove, jumped up. The soft sound just now woke him up. He turned to look at the owner who was half lying on the bedside, and found that he made a silent gesture and pointed with his finger.
Point to the top of the head.
When Wang Chao looked up, he realized that the roof was made of wood. There were several beams as thick as a bowl supporting the roof. The direction the owner was pointing was one of the beams. Lao Hanba immediately understood and jumped up silently.
It's like a big cat lying dormant waiting for a mouse to come out of its hole.
Xu Qingxu retracted his index finger pointing at Daliang, gave Wang Chao a thumbs up, and then slowly closed his eyes. Since a visitor is visiting in the middle of the night, let's first see what his purpose is before making a decision.
The door latch was quickly opened with a thin knife, making an inaudible sound. The wooden door was slowly opened, and a figure flashed in. The man covered his face with a piece of black cloth, but his bald head was not covered.
It was the red-robed lama who came with the hotel owner during the day.
When the red-robed Lama entered the door, he immediately glanced at the big bed and saw a sleeping young man lying on the bed. There was no trace of the thin old man in the room. There were several animal skins next to the cow dung stove, which clearly meant that someone had slept there.
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The red-robed lama stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, put away the thin knife, rushed to the table in a sprint, reached forward with one hand and grabbed the stone vase.
"What does Gada Merlin have to do with you?" A faint voice suddenly came into the ears of the red-robed Lama. He was so startled that his whole body trembled, and his outstretched palm froze in the air. Then there was a sound of wind behind his head, and the Lama
His expression suddenly changed and he turned around. Unexpectedly, the thin old man stood behind him. He was grinning strangely at him, revealing his big yellow-orange teeth. His right claw reached up diagonally like lightning, and he grabbed the lama's neck impartially.
, and slapped the black cloth off his face.
"Little bald donkey, didn't you hear what my master asked you?" Wang Chao had a lingering dislike for the lama. When he spoke, his five fingers suddenly tightened, pinching the little lama until he rolled his eyes and couldn't say anything.
Xu Qing saw all this and said with a wry smile: "You almost strangled him to death, and you can't even say anything!"
Wang Chao then smiled strangely and loosened his fingers, but still kept his fingers clasped at the red-robed lama's neck. He could break this little neck at any time if he wanted.
The red-robed lama coughed twice and asked in astonishment: "Who are you? How do you know the holy shaman Gada Merlin?"
Bang! Wangchao's palm slapped the red-robed lama on the forehead one after another, and while slapping, he cursed: "Little bald donkey, do you have the right to ask questions? If I don't hit you, you won't be enlightened, and I will tell you that you won't be enlightened..." Lao Hanba slapped him continuously,
The poor red-robed lama immediately had several rows of staggered red fingerprints on his forehead.
Xu Qing couldn't laugh or cry, and he couldn't rebuke Wang Chao loudly, so he could only lower his voice and said: "Bring him to the bedside, I have something to ask."
When Wang Chao heard his master's words, he stopped slapping him, reached out and grabbed the red-robed lama by his collar, and led him to his master's bed. He also pushed him and warned him fiercely: "You better not play tricks, otherwise I will
I can break your neck at any time." He was not alarmist, he was at least 90% sure of doing it.
The red-robed lama swallowed hard and said calmly: "I am the descendant of the holy shaman Gada Merlin. You'd better let me go!" Bang! A loud slap hit him on the back of the head.
The whipping made him open his mouth and let out a cry of pain.