At night, listening to the whistling wind coming from outside the tent, I felt depressed and couldn't sleep, so I walked out of the tent and found a secluded place to smoke.
Not long after, Chen Xuan came to me. Under the moonlight, the little Taoist grinned with his good white teeth. He said, "What, are you thinking about what happened before?"
I nodded and said yes. Every time I think about this, I can't sleep. Chen Xuanyi sat down next to me and said that you should smoke less. Practitioners store their essence in their bodies. Smoking too much will cause the breath to be turbid.
I said I was afraid of hair, and I don’t have that many pursuits. I had a sip in my spare time, it was quite beautiful. Chen Xuan shook his head and sighed, and then said, "It is still three hundred miles away from Baiyun Temple. With our footsteps,
It is estimated that we will leave for two or three days. If you regret it, you can bring it up at any time, and I will accompany you to hide and enjoy the scenery."
I stopped smoking for a moment, then lowered my head and sighed deeply, "I've already come, why regret it? It's getting late, go back to sleep..."
I was about to get up when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a few flashing car lights on the Qinghai-Tibet route. I was surprised. It was really strange. Why was there someone driving in such a desolate place in the middle of the night?
Chen Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, saying that it was not surprising that since the opening of the Sichuan-Tibet Line, many travelers have flocked to pay homage to the Potala Palace. Some of them are just to join in the fun, which is not surprising.
I shook my head and said it was already so dark. Look at how fast those cars drove. The Tibetan border was not as good as the plains. Speeding would be very dangerous. People would not rush on the road in the middle of the night unless they had something urgent to do.
Just as I was talking, Feng Li came over yawning and asked us what we were talking about. I pointed to the place where the car lights disappeared and said that location seemed to be the direction to Baiyun Temple.
Feng Li curled his lips and said, "You are too suspicious. There are so many travel companions on this road, and a few cars can make you complain so much. You must be sick!"
I didn't refute, but I just didn't know why, and I always felt a little blocked in my heart. Maybe Feng Li was right. Is it because I'm suspicious by nature?
The next morning, the ranch owner brought us camellia and some distinctive local cakes. To be honest, the natural climate near Tibet is harsh, and the food the Tibetans eat is also quite crude and difficult to swallow.
Fortunately, we are not people who care about ostentation, so we are quite satisfied if we can have enough food and clothing.
After dinner, we said goodbye to the ranch owner, and under his guidance, we continued walking along the road. Not long after we walked, I began to feel sorry for the two thousand yuan in accommodation fees again. I said that after spending so much money, I could only live in
The tent was drafty and we had no food or water in the morning. It was such a loss.
Chen Xuan smiled, but it was Feng Li who actually covered his mouth to enjoy himself, with a wretched look on his face, which was not a loss. I saw that there was still a little blood on his mouth that had not been wiped clean, and I immediately understood that this grandson must be
He sneaked out in the middle of the night to drink sheep blood.
No wonder he didn't touch a bite of food this morning.
I told him to restrain himself a little. The Vampire Clan does not need other converts. If we are discovered by the Tibetan cultivators, we might be expelled.
Feng Li wiped his mouth and said he was afraid of hair. How much trouble could two sheep cause? Just as he was talking, he was suddenly stunned, and then twitched his nose hard, showing a suspicious look on his face.
I asked him angrily what was wrong, was it that the smell of sheep blood was so bad that it ruined your dog's nose? Feng Li didn't say anything, his face became more serious, he shook his head and sniffed hard in the wind for a long time.
He turned around seriously and said he smelled human blood.
Hearing what he said, Chen Xuanyi and I were both extremely surprised.
Chen Xuan scratched his head and said, "Are you right? It really smells like human blood?"
Feng Li shook his head and said nothing. But I said firmly, "Since Feng Li said there is a smell of blood ahead, it must be true. Let's go and have a look!"
The vampire's sense of smell is very keen. When it comes to the ability to distinguish the smell of blood, Feng Li ranks second, and no one dares to rank first. I can be sure that there must have been an accident ahead, maybe a traffic accident. After all, those cars were driving last night.
With such a fast speed, it is only natural that a traffic accident would occur.
Relying on Feng Li's keen sense of smell, we followed the smell of blood. For almost ten minutes, we tracked a military green jeep under a cliff bridge on the plateau road.
Feng Li pointed at the jeep and said it was true, the smell of blood came from below.
Chen Xuan and I looked at each other and said to Feng Li, "It seems that someone did have a car accident. Please go down there."
This cliff is at least twenty meters deep. Neither Chen Xuanyi nor I have the ability to fly across it, but Feng Li, as a vampire, has the ability to transform into a bat, and his body movements are much lighter than ours.
Feng Li refused at first, saying that car accidents are common on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Are you too busy? Since you saw it, you can just call the police, so why waste your energy? Besides, the people below are catching cold, and there is no use going down.
Chen Xuan said, "Having said that, we can't just sit back and watch."
"Okay!" Feng Li had no choice but to stand up and fall straight down the cliff. Chen Xuanyi and I quickly tried to find a way to get a rope and planned to pull the driver up, but before we could find a tool, something hit our ears.
He heard a low cry from Feng Li, "No, there are several practitioners sitting in the car. This guy didn't fall into the car and died!"
Chen Xuanyi and I both felt strange. We were stunned for a moment and hurried to the edge of the cliff.
Feng Li climbed up against the stone wall, pointed at the jeep that had been smashed into a discus, and said in a serious tone, "The dead person should be a member of the Maoshan Sect!"
What?
I was immediately stunned and said, Maoshan Taoist priests, aren’t they always active in the Jurong area of Jiangsu Province? Why do they feel that Tibet is such a remote place?
Speaking of the Maoshan Sect, it can be said to be a famous one, and to a certain extent, it far exceeds the prestige of Qingcheng Mountain in Taoism.
Maoshan is a famous Taoist mountain and the birthplace of the Shangqing sect of Taoism. It is called the "Shangqing Zongtan" by Taoists. It is the first blessed place in Taoism and the eighth cave. It is also the giant pillar in the Central Plains Taoism, and Longhu Mountain.
Laoshan Mountain is equally famous and is known as one of the "Three Sects".
Why would a Taoist priest from the Maoshan Sect come to this borderland of Tibet, and why would he accidentally get into a car accident and be buried at the foot of a cliff?
Feng Li gasped, "It's not a car accident, it's definitely man-made. Look at this!"
After saying that, Feng Li took out a bloody waistband with the words "Shangqing Sect" engraved on it. It must be something Maoshan disciples used to prove their identity. The bloodstains on the waistband were ruddy and had not been completely dried. You can imagine what happened.
It should not be long before this happens.
Chen Xuanyi said thoughtfully, "Maoshan Sect and Qingcheng Mountain were connected at the same time. If something like this happens, there is no reason to ignore it. Let's go down quickly and carry out the bodies of the many brothers in the car."
Feng Li shook his head and said, "No, if these Maoshan disciples died here in a daze, something big must have happened. This matter has nothing to do with us. If we get involved rashly, I'm afraid it will be another trouble."
I'm anxious, when did you become so timid? Feng Li smiled bitterly, shook his head and said that he was not timid, but wise enough to protect himself. You must know that Maoshan, as one of the three holy sects of the Central Plains Taoism, has a very important background. He dares to fight with
How could the origins of people from Maoshan Dui Gang be ordinary?