"Sir, you can just use your words, but I have to fight with my life." I immediately felt contempt for these officials in my heart. They all knew how to give orders without even considering what we, the young men, thought.
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"Well, let's fight. There will be a lot of benefits if you win." Liu Boqing said calmly: "Also, as far as I know, people from the Tianli Sect have entered Tibet. The details are not clear yet."
"Director, okay, I'll hang up now. I'll decide what to do with the broken sword myself." I hung up the phone after saying that.
Brother Jingfeng turned around and asked, "What's wrong? What did your director say again?"
"He said that the Broken Army Sword is inside the Potala Palace." I glanced at Brother Jingfeng.
"Fuck, how could it be such a coincidence? It's unscientific." Brother Jingfeng scratched his hair anxiously and said, "Come to think of it, wouldn't our trip have been in vain?
"How can this trip be in vain? We can try to go to the Potala Palace." I asked with a smile: "How about it? Are you interested?"
"Thank you, I'm not interested at all. Let me tell you, entering the Potala Palace is tantamount to seeking death." Brother Jingfeng shrugged: "I won't go anyway."
"Brother Jingfeng, it seems that you can't say this. It doesn't matter whether I go or not. Liu Boqing didn't give me a death order that I must go. On the contrary, it was you. If a lot of people from Longhu Mountain run away,
Are you embarrassed to cheer for them from behind?" I asked with a smile.
Brother Jingfeng looked ugly and said: "I don't know how to tell you. You don't know how dangerous it is inside the Potala Palace. In the history of Tibetan Buddhism, there were two groups of monks who took orders from the Dalai Lama and Pan Chan.
, respectively named Bema, Jionai."
"Pema takes orders from a group of people from the Dalai Lama, while Jignai takes orders from the Panchen Lama." Brother Jingfeng said: "To be honest, there is no comparison between the Panchen's Jignai organization and the Dalai Lama's Pema.
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"Why? Aren't they both great living Buddhas?" I asked strangely.
"You are wrong to think so. Both organizations depend on the strength of the Panchen Lama and the Dalai Lama. As long as the Dalai Lama or Panchen Lama passes away, these two organizations will be disbanded accordingly, and the newly succeeded Panchen Lama or Dalai Lama will
You have to recruit again.”
"The Panchen Lama has only succeeded to the throne for less than 30 years, and the Dalai Lama has been developing for more than 70 years. His biggest trump card should be his Pema organization." Brother Jingfeng said.
I suddenly remembered the pictures and texts about the people who came to Chongqing to deal with us before. They should be the Beima organization mentioned by Brother Jingfeng.
"Bema? Jionnai? Why does it sound so familiar?" Dakui next to him asked doubtfully: "Is it Master Bema Jionnai?"
"Is Pemajiong a person's name?" I asked. I really didn't know much about this.
"Pema Jung is the lay name of Master Padmasambhava." Dakui explained.
"Well, these two organizations were originally founded after Master Padmasambhava." Brother Jingfeng frowned and asked, "Did Liu Boqing tell you the specific time?
"He didn't say anything particularly specific, but he said that within three days, the Broken Army Sword will be born." I said.
"Three days? Three days?" Brother Jingfeng said as he closed his eyes, as if thinking about something, and finally opened his eyes and said: "Inform the Panchen Lama that within three days, we will storm the Potala Palace and capture the Dalai Lama alive.
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"Isn't this a bit too risky? And the Panchen Lama may not listen to both of us," I said.
If the Potala Palace was so easy to attack, the Panchen Lama would probably have led his men to attack it long ago, and it would not have been delayed until now.
Brother Jingfeng put a smile on his lips and said, "If I tell him, can we at Longhu Mountain help him?"
"Oh, I'm going, I forgot about you guys from Longhu Mountain." I slapped my forehead and said, "I guess if Panchen misses this opportunity, he won't have it again."
"Haha, Dakui, please contact Brenda Living Buddha and tell him about our situation. I will contact our people from Longhu Mountain. We must definitely get this Broken Army Sword," Brother Jingfeng said, clenching his fists.
I said speechlessly: "Hey, I'm here to break the sword too. Can you give me some face? Don't you feel awkward saying this in front of me?"
"You? Get lost." Brother Jingfeng was obviously in a good mood and laughed and cursed.
They both went back to the room to make phone calls and start contacting people, and Xiao Chen also walked in from the outside carrying a lunch box.
It’s really not that we bullied this guy and asked him to buy a lunch box. The point is, no matter who among us goes out, it will be particularly dangerous if we meet the Dalai Lama’s people. Only he is not afraid.
"Where are they?" Xiao Chen came in and asked strangely without seeing Brother Jingfeng and Dakui.
"I'm on the phone inside. Don't worry about them. Let's eat by ourselves." I took the lunch box from his hand and started eating.
Although Xiao Chen doesn't like to talk on the surface, and can even be a bit fierce occasionally, after getting to know him, he is still quite a nice person. Although his cold appearance has not changed, he doesn't always use a gun to scare people.
When I was almost done eating, Dakui and Brother Jingfeng walked out with smiles on their faces.
Brother Jingfeng said: "It's done."
The next few days passed very quickly, and we were not as busy as the previous few days. Brother Jingfeng and I went out to meet the people in Longhu Mountain, while Xiao Chen accompanied Da Kui to meet with Brenda Living Buddha and the others.
This is how the two sides communicate.
Twenty elites came to Longhu Mountain this time, but Ling Xiao did not come.
According to Brother Jingfeng, this is the last group of elites in Longhu Mountain. More than thirty years ago, the zombie king Xie Quzhen killed thirty masters in one go. Some time ago, he killed five more masters in the Corpse Gate. More than ten.
Only the Longhushan family has a big business, so they can gather twenty more people.
In fact, it was because more than fifty elites died in Longhu Mountain that they urgently wanted to break the sword.
In contrast, Maoshan, who had not suffered much damage, had no intention of trying to break the sword.
Soon it was around 8pm on the third day, and it was completely dark.
At this time we drove the car and hid in a small alley.
There are a total of six cars in this alley, all of them are from Longhushan, and our car is owned by Brother Jingfeng, me, Dakui, and Xiao Chen.
The other five cars were filled with more than 20 elites from Longhu Mountain.
"Remember, if Brenda Rinpoche gives the order later, we will drive directly to the secret passage of the Potala Palace, and then run in without being distracted." Brother Jingfeng held the walkie-talkie and said seriously.
At this time, he no longer had the playful and smiling expression in the past. After all, this was the last group of masters in Longhu Mountain. If they were all damaged by his hands, he would become the sinner of Longhu Mountain through the ages. Naturally, he would not dare to be careless at all.