"In that case, then you all come with me." Wen Mian said politely.
I looked back at Hong Zhuo, and Hong Zhuo whispered in my ear: "Go and have a look, you can't leave Da Kui alone, right?"
"Yeah." I nodded, and after being invited to Dakui, I started walking behind them.
Although I know that this guy must have bad intentions, and I am eager to return to Chongqing, I have no choice. I can't really leave Dakui behind and run away in despair alone, right?
After walking out of the small hotel, there was a Mercedes-Benz parked at the door. The tattooed man walked into the passenger seat with a smile on his face, and the three of us squeezed into the back seat of the car.
There was a lama in his twenties sitting in the driver's seat. He looked back at the three of us and started the car.
Hong Zhuo and I didn't dare to talk along the way, and Wen Mian didn't seem to have any intention of chatting with us. I just stared at the scenery outside the car window in boredom.
The car seemed to be heading towards the Potala Palace, but suddenly there was a big truck blocking the road in front of it.
But more than twenty guys in black clothes rushed out from the alleys around the street. These people had black masks on their faces, watermelon knives in their hands, and all had bald heads.
"Old Hong, I don't know who is so unlucky to be favored by these gangsters." I looked at those guys and gloated to Hong Zhuo.
Hong Zhuo pushed his eyes, hesitated for a moment and said, "It seems they are coming towards us."
I went, and it was true that more than 20 people surrounded our Mercedes-Benz. The tattooed man opened the window and shouted to the people outside: "Are you from the Panchen Lama? His Holiness has been invited by the Dalai Lama first.
Already."
His Holiness?
I frowned and looked at the tattoo on the passenger seat.
"You guys are not well-intentioned. Taking the Venerable back will only harm him. Hand him over quickly, or don't blame me for being rude." After the leader of the group of black-clothed men finished speaking, he got out of the bag.
He took out more than twenty pistols.
Isn't the management of pimple equipment in Tibet too loose? If these guys were in the capital, they would probably be arrested by the great people's defenders and policemen even on the subway.
"You guys shoot, His Holiness is in the car. If you want His Holiness to go with me to serve the Buddha, then shoot." This tattooed man was quite shameless, and he rushed at the driver next to him without blushing or heartbeat.
Said: "Drive and ignore them."
When the men in black heard what Wen Mian said, they each took a gun and smashed the windshield hard. Unexpectedly, the extremely stiff windshield was smashed twice by these guys, and it cracked a big hole.
Wen Mian's expression changed drastically, he took out a walkie-talkie from somewhere and shouted: "Dongjie, come to support quickly.
I knew he was probably calling the dozen lamas who came to arrest us before.
I stretched out my hand in the back seat and strangled Wen Mian's neck, and shouted, "If you dare to move again, I will break your neck."
I don't know how to twist people's necks. I'm not one of those special forces soldiers on TV. I can break people's necks when I twist them.
But I was really frightened by this tattoo. I immediately raised my hands and said, "Brother, don't be impulsive."
"What do you want, just open the door?" I yelled at the group of men in black outside.
I already knew from Wen Mian's words that the guys outside were from the Panchen Lama.
As expected, we were involved in the struggle between the Panchen Lama and the Dalai Lama over Tibetan Buddhism.
But Mima is from the Panchen Lama, and I heard from Mima that the Dalai Lama is bent on independent Tibet and independence from his uncle, so I naturally help the Panchen Lama at this time.
The group of men in black didn't seem to expect my sudden attack, and they were all stunned for a second. However, they reacted quickly, opened the car door, and dragged Hong Zhuo and Da Kui out of the car.
"Have you carefully considered the consequences of doing this? As I said, the Dalai Lama does not want to have any conflicts with you." Wen Mian, who was strangled by my neck, said, "Moreover, the Panchen Lama's power has been reduced by us, and you are helping us like this."
He does no good."
"Get out of here, you idiot." I cursed, opened the car door and ran out.
After I ran out, more than twenty men in black surrounded the three of us and led us into a small alley.
There are five black Audis in this small alley. All of these cars have dark windows and cannot be seen inside.
"Get in the car quickly." The leading man in black led the three of us to a car. He sat in the driver's seat and glared at the accelerator, and the car rushed out of the alley.
Four other cars came out together.
As soon as the five cars got out, they scattered and fled in different directions.
This guy drove very fast and made a few drifts in the city. After driving for about thirty minutes, he drove out of Lhasa City.
The driver took off his mask when he saw that there was no car chasing him. When I saw it, he turned out to be a man in his forties.
This guy had a deep scar on his face and had a sinister look on his face.
"Brother, what's your surname?" I asked this buddy.
"Tedami." Tedami said with a smile: "I am a monk under Brenda Living Buddha, and I came here to save you three on the order of Brenda Living Buddha."
"It turns out it's brother Tedami. I've admired his name for a long time." I had never heard of Tedami, but seeing that this lama was very polite, I naturally followed his polite approach.
"You little moth, you have a pretty cute mouth." Tedami glanced at me and said with a smile: "If it wasn't mainly to save you, I could just fucking chop that guy with a tattoo.
Cut into half pieces, mother, who do you think is afraid of him?"
"Ahem, of course, of course. Brother Tedami, can I ask by the way, who is the venerable person mentioned in the tattoo just now?" I asked curiously.
The venerable person they talk about is almost certainly Dakui, but I wonder if I can find out the specific reason why they want to find Dakui from Taidami.
"Don't tell me, Brenda Living Buddha won't let me say it." Tedami shook his head and said, "You can ask Brenda Living Buddha yourself after you see him."
Soon the vehicle drove to a county town. I was not familiar with the geography of Tibet, and I didn’t know exactly where the county town was.
The vehicle drove to the entrance of a temple called Samye Temple.
It was late at night, and there were not many people at the entrance of Samye Temple. As soon as the car stopped, five or six monks came out and opened the car door.
Among them was a monk in his seventies. He anxiously asked Tedami: "Where is the Venerable?"
Tedami pointed to the back seat, where Dakui was still in a coma and said, "Here it is."
"Please, Your Majesty." The old monk stretched out his hands with trembling hands and stopped by the car door.
"Old monk respectfully invites you, Your Majesty." The old monk suddenly shouted excitedly.