Blue sky, snowy mountains,

A backpacker walked on the plateau with a hard time with a cane.

This is the Kunlun Pass, Qinghai,

Going further you will enter the vast no-man's land, the famous Kokoxili.

The backpacker's lips were cracked by the sunlight.

He took off the kettle hanging on his backpack and shook it, it was empty inside.

But he still unscrewed the spout, opened his mouth and raised his head, hung the kettle on his mouth and shook it hard for a few more times, draining the last few drops of liquid.

The supply point must be found as soon as possible, otherwise it will be explained here.

The backpacker scratched his lips with his tongue and gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Bypassing the valley, you can vaguely see a white tower in the distance, surrounded by wind and horse flags.

There is a tower, and there are houses nearby.

Sure enough, when I walked closer, I saw a temple built along the mountain.

A typical Tibetan temple with red walls and golden roofs.

The backpacker raised his head and smiled. Although the golden roof of the temple was not very high, it shone with divine light at this moment.

When he stepped into the temple gate, only a middle-aged lama was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard and circling scriptures.

The backpacker folded his hands at the middle-aged lama and gave a deep gift. Then he took off the kettle and wanted to ask for some water from the other party.

The middle-aged lama suddenly called him down.

“Oh, I said, big brother.

I see that your Yin Tang is black, what's going on in the recent fortune, right?"

Backpacker was stunned:

“Master, are you from Northeast China?

Why did you come here to become a monk?"

The middle-aged lama's cheeks were slightly red, but his mouth was very quick:

"I am actually a Tibetan.

Later, I learned Chinese for a while and the teacher was from Tieling.

Why? I can't listen to my voice when speaking?"

The backpacker seemed to be infected, and nodded, "Yeah."

However, he soon realized that his accent had gone astray. He covered his lips awkwardly, calmed down for a while, and then he found a second to make up his accent: "How can the master call him?"

The middle-aged lama raised his palm and replied loudly:

"My monk's Dharma name fools Rinpoche.

Good at fortune-telling and driving evil spirits, traditional martial arts.”

The backpacker frowned and repeated: "Ho~you~?"

The middle-aged lama nodded repeatedly:

“Yes, yes, this is a talk in the scriptures.

The Northern Emperor said Hu, the Southern Emperor said You, and the Central Emperor called Hun Dun.

To deceive the virtue of chaos…”

The backpacker's eyebrows were twisting a little tighter:

"Master, I seem to have heard of this story. I died for seven days after the chaos was broken.

However, the name of the Southern Emperor is Shu, not You.”

The middle-aged lama patted his forehead:

"Ah, ah~ This, that, maybe my Chinese teacher has a strong accent.

Tieling dialect, silly, silly~”

"Also, Master, the story you told is from Taoist scriptures."

Fu You Rinpoche knew that he had encountered a pedantic and thought it was unlucky.

He was originally from Tieling, Northeast China, and studied engineering machinery in Lanxiang for several years... maintenance and driving.

As a result, I couldn't find a job when I returned home, and the girlfriend I had in middle school also ran away with others.

In anger, he violated the ban with martial arts and took an iron stick to find face.

As a result, one was damaged and four were injured. The face was recovered, but the girlfriend still couldn't be recovered.

Not only was the person not recovered, he was also filed.

So he had to travel all the way to Kunlun with his incognito and become a lama.

This Lama Temple was built by a Cordyceps merchant after he became rich and fulfilled his wish.

Because the place is remote, no one is willing to stay, but it is just in line with the wish of fooling Rinpoche.

There are any scriptures in his belly. When he encounters those who know how to do things, he will inevitably reveal the more he says it, so he can only talk about it:

"Ah, ah~ That's what, I've read too many books, so I'll remember them.

Okay, don’t talk about anything useless. It’s all here, just like a fortune-telling.

40 fortune-telling, 100 fortune-telling.”

The backpacker scratched his head and said:

"Master, you, you don't look professional well~"

Fook Rinpoche seemed to be really angry.

He slapped the ground with his palms, and with a bang, the entire mountain trembled!

A few grains of soil fell from the eaves, and the power of this palm could shake the mountain!

The backpacker was stunned by this moment. This lama is really a master who is hidden!

It seems that if I don’t count the previous one, I won’t even be able to fill water today.

Or, let’s admit defeat?

So he spoke:

"Okay, I'll do it, I'll do it.

But, I have no cash.”

Fu You Rinpoche skillfully took out a piece of plastic sealed paper from his arms, with a QR code printed on it.

"It's okay, Alipay or WeChat, can do it. Scan this code."

When he was so proud, his body movements were a little bit bigger, and he accidentally squeezed into the remote control under him, and another bang sounded.

The backpacker said, "What's going on?"

"I am a monk, I am a monk who is earning me..."

He nervously adjusted his sitting position and reached out to touch the remote control that had just been stuffed under his legs, but he accidentally touched it again.

Bang!

"What's wrong?"

A cool female voice rang out from the temple gate.

The middle-aged lama and the backpacker raised their heads at the same time, and four eyes shot towards the temple gate.

A female rider wearing a black tight leather jacket just stepped off Harley, took off her helmet, and hung it on the handrail.

She shook casually and got rid of her helmet's confinement. Her hair was scattered like a waterfall, and the picture was beautiful.

Fu You Rinpoche's body froze, not realizing that some parts of the changes were squeezed against the remote control under him.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang~

The backpacker turned his face back in surprise:

"Master, why are you still taking your heartbeat out?"

Fu You Rinpoche hurriedly adjusted his sitting position, and the vibration stopped.

He greeted the female rider:

"This female Bodhisattva, you have no signs of bad luck in your face~"

Bang~!

Ah~~!
To be continued...