A rescue helicopter arrived late, and more than a dozen soldiers jumped down the valley along the ropes to carry up the bodies of the victims one by one.

When seven or eight monks passing by saw this scene, they stopped their long journey, turned the prayer wheel, and recited the scriptures of the dead for the deceased. In Tibetan areas, monks are often called lamas, and they are respected by everyone, and when they see the victims of their lives, they will take the initiative to take on excessive duties.

The rescue operation lasted more than two hours, during which Ye Fan and Mu Yun drove along the mountain road to search around, but still found no trace of Wang Wenlong.

The two had to temporarily return to the place where the incident occurred, think from the beginning, and look for a possible breakthrough.

Some of the bodies of the victims were sent down the mountain, waiting for their families to come and identify them, but Bagon's body was carried up a high cliff by two soldiers, followed by several monks in red robes.

"What are they doing?" Ye Fan saw Tashi Ban kneeling on the mountain road with his hands folded and a reverent expression, his face was no longer painful, only solemn.

The cold wind on the snowy mountain blew, Mu Yun tightened her neckline, and replied softly: "Heaven-burial." ”

"......" Ye Fan was silent.

This is the Tibetan people's perception of death, they believe that death is only a temporary separation between the soul and the body, and displaying the skin on the top of the snow-capped mountain and feeding the vultures is the most noble almsgiving, the last act of kindness in life.

Tashi Ban made a choice for his younger brother and chose the heavenly burial.

The prayers of the monks came from the top of the mountain, and a horn sounded from the sky, which was the horn that attracted the vultures of the Great Snow Mountain.

"If one day I die, I hope someone will give me a celestial burial. Mu Yun's expression was gloomy and she walked towards the rescue team's helicopter.

Looking at her lonely back, the corners of Ye Fan's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Two minutes later, Mu Yun returned to the jeep and brought back a map.

"This is a map of the snow-capped mountains near Hachijuku. ”

"Well, where is our location?" Ye Fan unfolded the map and glanced at it, and it was all in Tibetan.

"Here. Mu Yun pointed to the direction and marked a small dot with a pencil.

Ye Fan thought about it, and drew three circles with this point as the center.

"This is a radius of one hundred li, five hundred li, and one thousand li, and it is certain that Wang Wenlong cannot escape within these three circles!" he said very firmly: "I estimate that it will be within five hundred li at best. ”

"Yes, even if there is a helicopter to pick him up, it will not be more than a thousand miles. Mu Yun nodded in agreement.

"So, according to this, he is around here!" Ye Fan patted the map, full of excitement: "His destination is only a few hundred miles away from here at most, look for any place that no one has set foot in, or a legendary forbidden place!"

Hearing Ye Fan's judgment, Mu Yun's eyes suddenly lit up, and she soon discovered several locations marked in Tibetan on the map.

"Ba Tsomu, Aruna Pokan ......"

"Well, where do you think it's most likely?"

The mystery of Tibet lies in the fact that there are many unverified ruins, ruins, legends and myths, which are endless, because of the Tibetan culture's devout reverence for the gods and Buddhism, many mysteries have not been explored so far, and only foreign explorers have sought answers, and progress is very slow.

Coupled with the unpredictable climate change of the plateau, the environment of the snow-capped mountains is harsh and difficult, and many locations have been untouched for thousands of years, becoming red forbidden areas on the map.

"The nearest place is Ba Tsomu, which is more than 100 kilometers away, but I don't think it's like there. Mu Yun analyzed the vicious places marked on the map one by one, there are many places like this in Tibet, some are caves, some are ancient ruins, as well as glacial abysses, death valleys, and non-signal areas, which are usually marked on the map of the troops, reminding everyone to avoid these mysterious and unknown places.

"It could be this ...... Gangba Baoqi. After Mu Yun carefully judged, she felt that this place was the most likely.

"Reason?" Ye Fan glanced at the map, which was about three hundred kilometers away from here, and the terrain seemed to be a large canyon.

"The meaning of Gangpo Baoqi in Tibetan Buddhism is the road to the Yellow Springs of the underworld......

Hearing Mu Yun's explanation, Ye Fan immediately waved his hand and put away the map: "Needless to say, it's there!"

The two were highly unanimous, and Mu Yun immediately negotiated with the rescue team urgently, planning to borrow their helicopter and go to the Gangpo Baoqi area.

"Are you going to the Yellow Springs Road?" an elderly lama looked surprised when he heard Mu Yun's conversation.

"Yes, Master, we are hunting down the culprits who caused this disaster, what do you have for advice?" Mu Yun clasped her hands together and saluted the old lama.

The old lama turned the wheel in his hand, his eyes showed hatred, and he slowly spoke: "A few months ago, a foreigner came to Basu, entered our Gankang Temple, and asked the Living Buddha about Gangpo Baoqi'......."

"Does that person look like this?" Hearing this, Ye Fan hurriedly showed the old lama the photo taken by his mobile phone.

"It's him, it's him! This devil! The devil!" the old lama recognized this villain at the first glance of Wang Wenlong!

Ye Fan and Mu Yun glanced at each other, feeling that they were not far from the truth, Wang Wenlong had come all the way to Tibet, it turned out that he had premeditated!

"Master, what did he do?"

He ...... He injured the Living Buddha and the monks, and snatched the demon-slaying vajra!" The old lama was a little excited, even though he had been a monk and practiced for many years, he still couldn't get rid of the seven emotions and six desires of mortals.

"Let's go!" Mu Yun waved his hand coldly: "Catch this beast and kill him!"

When the old lama heard this, he grabbed her, his tone was heavy, and he persuaded him painstakingly: "Gangpo Baoqi is the gate of hell, and those who enter it will definitely die, and it is impossible to come out alive." In the Buddhist scriptures, the terrain is like an eight-petal black lotus, which is the yin of the night rakshasa and leads to the underworld, without the blessing and protection of the Buddha treasure of great merit, it will be devoured by demons halfway through!"

"I see!" "That's it!" Ye Fan and Mu Yun exclaimed at the same time.

A great mystery that swirled in the hearts of the two of them was finally solved, and Wang Wenlong did everything possible to search for the relics of the Buddha Shakyamuni in order to enter the road to the Yellow Spring! He snatched the demon-subduing vajra, perhaps because of this same attempt!

"Master, Gangpo Baoqi really leads to the underworld, what is in there?" Before embarking on the journey to chase the murderer, Ye Fan felt that it was necessary to have a deep understanding of that place and know himself and the other so that he could be prepared.

The old lama shook his head, sighed, and said in a deep voice: "It is recorded in the scriptures that several Dharma kings once led Vajra and monks to go deep into Gangpo Baoqi, but none of them went back, and no one knew what was going on there. Just leave that devil to fend for himself, and don't venture into it again......"

The two exchanged glances, and Ye Fan smiled: "Master, if you let the devil enter the lair and get what he dreams of, he will definitely come out to harm the world, so someone must stop him." ”

"You ...... Are you really going to Gangpo Baoqi?" the old lama was shocked, even the living Buddha didn't want to visit that kind of place, they actually wanted to go there to chase the murderer!

"Thank you, Guru, for reminding us, we will definitely catch that criminal and return the vajra to its rightful owner. Mu Yun whistled and summoned the four Tibetan mastiffs.

The two of them, the four mastiffs, boarded the helicopter, and quickly disappeared to the top of the snowy mountain in the eyes of everyone!

"They must be messengers sent by the Buddha...... "The old trumpet turned the prayer wheel and recited the prayer in his mouth.