I looked at Shirley and Yang and others. Shirley Yang shrugged helplessly. The fat man didn't care at all. He felt that there were so many people. Big Gold Teeth secretly grinned at me. That means you have to bear these burdens.

I thought to myself that the mother Hong Kong farmers were planning to go on vacation with their whole family. Their wife, children and bodyguards were all there. They were thinking about how to make Uncle Ming give up this idea. There were too many chickens and no eggs, and there were too many people to make trouble. If there were so many people, something would have to happen.

At this time, Uncle Ming had brought out the rest of the team members and introduced them to both of us one by one. We all know his wife Han Shuna, who is a very charming woman. No wonder Uncle Ming was fascinated by her. Da Jinya opened her mouth and called her Aunt Ming. Han Shuna quickly said not to call her like this, it looks too old. Anyway, you call each other blindly and have no seniority. Let's just talk about it, just follow the same thing.

Uncle Ming next introduced his goddaughter A Xiang, a timid little girl, who may be under twenty years old and dared not speak when she saw strangers. Uncle Ming said that A Xiang was his most capable helper and she could detect any unclean things.

I asked curiously what happened? Could it be that the little girl has "yin and yang eyes" or has opened the "tian eyes"?

Uncle Ming proudly told us that there is a large-scale sect "Science" in the United States. The founder is Lafayette Ronald Hubbard. Many celebrities and upper-class people all over the world are believers of this sect. They believe in "Psychic Art - Modern Science of Mental Health". A Xiang's biological parents are also one of them. When A Xiang was born, they placed her in a glass cover isolated from the outside world and with air purification equipment until she was two years old. This prevented her from being polluted and affected by air, making her nerves very sensitive and could sense some things that normal people could not sense.

A Xiang later became an orphan, and Uncle Ming adopted her and saved Uncle Ming's life more than once. He regarded it as a pearl in his hand. Especially when dealing with things like mummies and coffins, he always had to bring A Xiang with him.

Shirley Yang told me on the side that Uncle Ming is not talking nonsense. There is really this sect in the United States. Her father Yang Xuanwei is also obsessed with this. He has paid a lot of money and time for this. This little girl named A Xiang may help us, but it is best not to take her to Tibet. People with good health will not tolerate altitude sickness. A Xiang's body is so thin, so something is going to happen.

I really couldn't interfere with whom Uncle Ming was willing to take, so I whispered to Shirley Yang, it seems that Uncle Ming spent his money to dig the crystal corpse of the glacier this time, which was a bet on his family's life. He must be determined to win. He couldn't persuade him. Even if there were good words, it was difficult to persuade him. We should take care of them as much as possible and do our best. In the end, we will die or live. Whether we can bring the crystal corpse of the glacier depends on their luck.

Finally, Uncle Ming introduced us to his bodyguard "Peter Huang", a Chinese native of Jianpu Village. When Vietnam invaded Jianpu Village, he fought guerrillas with the Vietnamese Communist Party for several years, and later he fell from the Golden Triangle to near Malacca and became a pirate. When he was in a shipwreck, he was rescued by Uncle Ming's ship at the sea and became Uncle Ming's bodyguard. He seemed to be in his early forties, with dark skin, serious and fierce eyes. He looked like he was not a good person at first sight. The most prominent thing was his body shape, completely different from those ordinary Southeast Asians who looked like monkeys. He was very strong. When he stood there, he was mostly like an iron tower.

The fat man was happy when he saw Peter Huang and said to Uncle Ming: "It's not worthy of its name. Why don't you call Pitt Hei? If we follow you, what else can you worry about? You don't need to find a bodyguard at all. You can't even lose a hair."

Uncle Ming said: "You fat boy like to joke. His surname is Huang, how can you call him Pit Hei? Don't underestimate him. This person is loyal to me and is very reliable. He has participated in real wars and killed people without blinking."

The fat man said to Uncle Ming: "Let him stop immediately. What is the guerrilla style? Comrade Hu Bayi, who commanded the entire company's regular army back then, and I, have you heard of Fat Master's deeds? I was in the core member of the Northern Ireland Republican Army back then..."

I stopped the fat man's words and stopped him from blowing him down. I told Uncle Ming that since the members and the route have been decided, we will go back and prepare separately. The main reason is that you have to go to the hospital for physical examination. If there is no problem, you will start to take action in five days.

Uncle Ming said OK, and Brother Hu was in charge of the route and equipment. When do you want to set off, just when do you want to set off? After all, only Brother Hu knows Tibet the best in our team.

I took the fat man and others to say goodbye and leave, and returned to my own house. I immediately packed up my things and prepared to go to Tibet in advance alone, go to the shore of the "Ramlacuo" lake to find the Iron Band Lama, and ask him to help find a guide who is familiar with the customs and geographical environment of Tibetans, and it is best to be a poet singer from Tianshu. If I can't serve alone, I can find two of them.

I handed over the task of leading the team to Tibet to Shirley Yang. Although she had never entered the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, she had been to explore areas with harsh natural environments such as Sahara, Taklamakan, and Amazon jungle. Her psychological quality and experience were fine. We discussed that Shirley Yang would lead the team to the "Shiquan River" and meet with me there. She should try to get lighter and equipment supplies. She will stay in Beijing for the time being and be taken care of by Da Jinya. Once we find the clues of the tower tomb in the ancient ruins between "Kang Renbu" and "Seng Zangbo", Da Jinya will be responsible for consigning the materials to the designated location.

I found that Shirley Yang was thinner than from Yunnan, and his eyes were covered with red silk. During this period, we were exhausted and exhausted. We just returned from Yunnan and were going to Tibet again. It was not something that ordinary people could bear. I advise Shirley Yang not to worry too much. There are not many dangers in Tibet, at least not as many mosquitoes in Yunnan. Let’s take a good rest these few days before departure. Sooner or later, time will give us all the answers.

Shirley Yang said: "I'm not worried about whether it's dangerous to go to Tibet. These days I have been thinking about what to do after the bottomless ghost cave is over. If you still want to continue your backfighting business, I will never agree. This industry is too dangerous. Lao Hu, you should also plan for the future. Can we go back to the United States together?"

I said what it means to go to the United States, but the language is not clear. The coffee you make is similar to the Chinese medicine soup, which I can't stand when I drink it every day. But since you insist on me, I can't help it. I can live there for a few years first. If I'm not used to it, I have to move back. What makes me most trouble is what to do with the fat man. Leaving him alone in Beijing will definitely cause trouble.

The fat man said, "I said Lao Hu, how do you speak? You are talking as if you are aware of it being much higher than me. You have caused more trouble than me. You don't need to be humble about this. If you want to go to the United States, how can I not go? When you arrive at Chief Yang's place, why don't you get a car for us? I see that the car of Chief Hunter is good. It must be a Mercedes-Benz. I don't have high requirements. Just drive such a Mercedes-Benz. Detroit, San Francisco, and the east and west coasts. Let's open your eyes. Together with the American proletariat, long live the great unity of the people of the world."

I said to the fat man: "The American police don't drive German cars and don't even know this. Just your quality goes to the United States. Isn't this equivalent to causing trouble for the American people?"

The three of us talked nonsense and felt a little relaxed. The next day I set off alone and headed to Tibet first. In the central and southern Tibet, between Himalaya and Nianqing Tanggula, there are many lakes, and there are thousands of them, and a little bit large and small, all of which are regarded as holy lakes by Tibetans. If there are snow mountains by the lake, it is even more sacred. The names of these lakes are all filled with the word "cuo", and the more famous ones are like "Anla Rencuo", "Dangyuyongcuo", "Namcuo", "Zarinammucuo", etc., and there are countless lists. Each one has endless mysterious legends, and with an equally mysterious name, my old friend, the Fairy Lake where the Iron Bar Lama fulfills his wish, belongs to one of these many lakes.

After getting off the car from Gase, I was not on the road to the south, so I could only walk and I could spend money to hire herdsmen’s horses to ride. This is not a mountainous area, but the altitude is nearly 4,500. Under the leadership of the herdsmen, I kept heading south and came to the diversion of "Bocang Zangbu", which means rivers.

This is the first time I have entered the hinterland of Tibet in my life. The sunlight on the plateau makes me dizzy, and the sky is blue as if it is about to drip water. The guide and horse owner I hired is a young Tibetan named Wangdui. Wangdui took me to a high ground, pointing to the two jasper-like lakes below and said: "The big one on the left is Yongma Table Zhacuo, the Lake of Dragon Palace, and the smaller one on the right is Ramlacuo, the Lake of the Fairy hanging in the sky."

At that time, the sky was clear, the lake was blue, the blue waves reflected the snow peaks and white clouds, and the mountains around the lake were vaguely visible. In "The Record of the Western Regions of the Great Tang Dynasty", the monk Xuanzang was inspired by the beautiful scenery on earth and called these two lakes close to each other "Two Jade Pools in the West".

The animals raised by people cannot enter the holy land, so Wangdui and I found a gentle direction and walked towards the lake. Wangdui told me that there is a legend here that there is a palace of "Guangcai Dragon King" at the bottom of the lake, which gathers many rare treasures. People who are destined to surround the lake and pick up a small fish, a stone, or a feather of the water bird in the lake, can get the reward of "Guangcai Dragon King" and have a continuous source of wealth throughout their lives.

However, pilgrims who come to the lake prefer to go around the Fairy Lake, because the legendary water in the Fairy Lake makes the tears of the fairy's fairy not only eliminates the vulgarities in the body of the world, but also purifies the greed, anger, laziness, and jealousy in the mind, and makes people's hearts pure. The snow-capped mountains opposite the two lakes symbolize the vastness of Buddhism.

I told Wangdui that we should purify our soul first, circle the Fairy Lake, and find the iron rod lama from the believers around the lake. The two of them walked around the lake. Since we did not come to pilgrimage on purpose, we did not have to kowtow every step. Walking on the lakeside, we could see the remains of the pilgrimage from time to time, and they had merged into the holy land.
Chapter completed!