At this time, many lamas and believers had gathered outside the house. They all glared angrily and shouted in Tibetan language that I couldn't understand.
However, I couldn't care so much anymore, and rushed towards a place with few people with an iron rod in hand.
Although the guys blocking the opposite side were noisy and ferocious, when they saw me running toward me with an iron rod in one hand and a knife in the other, covered in blood, they were probably frightened and yelled "Wow!" and then turned around and turned to the side. Dodge.
Occasionally, there would be a few strong lamas blocking my way, shouting some nonsense.
I couldn't understand what they were saying, so fortunately I stopped listening. I just wanted to carve out a bloody path and leave the place of right and wrong in front of me as quickly as possible.
So, when the fight started again, I used all my strength with my hands. Several people who didn't know the height of the earth shouted and rushed towards me. As a result, I knocked them to the ground three or five times. Either their legs were broken or their front teeth were hit. I would punch it out, or blood would flow out from my nostrils...
Seeing someone bleeding, most of the other people surrounding me began to retreat, subconsciously making way for me.
When I saw that there was a way, I felt happy immediately. I didn't care so much. I opened my stick and forced away the two lamas who were guarding the temple, and then I ran out of the temple.
When we left Jimalunbu Temple, the sun had begun to set a little in the west. I lowered my head and glanced at the watch on my wrist. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
I couldn't help but think, "Have I been here for seven or eight hours? How could I stay here for so long?"
However, while I was thinking about returning home, my feet were not slow at all.
I followed the route in my memory and walked quickly along the Mengmalang path. In a short time, I circled back to the small alley where Granny Karma was before.
But what I didn't expect was that the two-story building at the end of the alley was already in flames.
The fire was so powerful that it could be seen from several streets away.
When I arrived there, although many people were already helping to put out the fire, it was of little use. On the contrary, the fire burned stronger and stronger, and the two-story building was completely burned down in a short time.
However, fortunately, there were no taller buildings near the two-story building, so no other people were involved.
I looked at the blazing fire in front of me, but my heart became colder little by little. It was as cold as ice that had never melted for thousands of years. No matter how hot the flames were, it could not melt it.
I hid behind the crowd in the alley. Fortunately, everyone was busy putting out the fire, and no one noticed me, a guy covered in blood and holding an iron rod.
I let out a long sigh and looked at the flames jumping in front of me, but I felt an indescribable loss in my heart.
Fire can bring hope to people, but it can also burn away all clues in an instant.
I reached into my arms to take out the cigarette, but after touching for a long time, there was nothing. It seemed that I had dropped it on the ground while fighting with those people.
I slapped my mouth helplessly twice, my mouth was trembling, but what could I do?
I let out a long sigh, smiled bitterly twice, and slowly sat on the ground leaning against the wall.
At this moment, a cigarette was handed to me.
I was stunned for a moment, then I looked up suddenly and found that the person handing me a cigarette was actually an old man.
This old man was not tall and was dressed like a local. When he saw me looking at him, he showed a harmless smile. But it didn't matter when he smiled. His face, which was already full of wrinkles, now had more wrinkles squeezed out of it.
I took the cigarette from the old man, looked at the old man and asked doubtfully: "Do we know each other?"
The old man could obviously understand Chinese. When he saw me asking, he shook his head and said in blunt Mandarin: "Not only do we not know each other, we have never even met..."
I asked in surprise: "Then why did you...?"
Before I finished speaking, the old man smiled and said, "Of course someone asked me to come find you."
I looked at the old man and asked warily: "Someone asked you to come to me? Who?"
The old man thought for a while and said: "To be precise, it's not one person, but three people. A boy, a girl, and a little girl this tall..."
As the old man spoke, he traced the height of his chest with his hand, and then continued: "That man is very tall. From a distance, he looks like a horse and bear. That girl..."
After hearing what the old man said, I suddenly became energetic and felt very happy. I quickly interrupted the old man and asked, "I know who they are. Where are they?"
The old man smiled and said: "At my home."
I looked at the old man and said, "At your home? Could you please take me there quickly?"
The old man nodded and smiled: "Of course! Of course! Come with me!"
With that said, the old man picked me up and walked to the side road.
Mengmalang was rebuilt from the ancient city. Except for the main east-west main road, which is relatively wide, the rest of the connecting roads are mostly narrow alleys.
The old man dragged me around in the alley, almost halfway across the city, and came to several private houses.
The old man walked to the third private house from the count and knocked gently on the door twice.
A few seconds later, I heard a dull voice coming from inside, asking: "Who?"
The old man put his face close to the door, like a secret agent in an old movie, and said softly: "It's me, Lao Wu!"
When the people in the room heard the old man's words, their tone became slightly more relaxed and they said, "It's Lao Wu!"
The old man named Lao Wu smiled and said: "Hurry up and open the door. I brought him here. There are many people outside."
The man inside said "hmm" and then opened the door.
Then, after a few "bangs", the door in front of Old Wu's house that was almost rotten was finally opened a crack.
Immediately afterwards, a big head poked out of the house, and this guy was either Xiong Ming.
I couldn't help but feel happy when I saw Xiong Ming. Just when I was about to speak, I was stopped by Xiong Ming. I only heard him say in a deep voice: "Hu Tian, come in quickly. If you have anything to do, come in and talk about it."
Seeing this boy's serious expression, I knew there must be something going on here, so I nodded and walked sideways into Lao Wu's house.
The room was not dark inside, but it was not bright either. Two lamps emitting yellow light were dangling on the roof of the room.
The room was not big, and the furnishings inside were very simple. There were only a table, five chairs, and a sofa that should have been thrown into the trash can long ago.
There was a little girl sleeping on the sofa, her face facing inwards, but judging from her clothes, it was undoubtedly Xiaonia who was lying there.
Old Wu's house has two rooms, inside and outside, but I looked around the house twice but didn't see Hua Muling.
I turned around and looked at Xiong Ming and asked in surprise: "Dali Xiong, where is Hua Muling?"
Xiong Ming frowned and said, "Just now, something happened to the two of us..."
I asked in surprise: "What happened? What happened to you?"
Xiong Ming sighed and said: "Don't mention it, we made a plan. Fortunately, no one was arrested. If it weren't for Brother Wu, we would have been skinned alive by those people by now. ."
I asked: "You were also tricked?"
Xiong Ming did not answer my words, but asked: "What? You too?"
I nodded and said, "This place is getting weirder and weirder. Where did Hua Muling go? We have to find her back quickly. We have to leave this place as soon as possible."
Xiong Ming heard what I said, looked down at the watch on his wrist, and said, "Looking at the time, the fourth girl will be back soon."
And just when Xiong Ming finished speaking, Lao Wu's door was suddenly knocked from outside.
Xiong Ming approached the door alertly and tried a color on Lao Wu.
Old Wu knowingly made an "OK" gesture to Xiong Ming, then cleared his throat slightly, walked to the door and asked in a low voice: "Who is it?"
After a while, a woman's voice came from outside the door, "It's me! Uncle Wu, open the door quickly."
It's Hua Muling.
When he heard that the person outside the door was Hua Muling, Xiong Ming no longer hesitated and opened the door. After sticking his head out and finding that no one was following him, he let Hua Muling into the house. .
But Hua Muling was not the only one who entered Lao Wu's house, there was someone tied up behind her.
This guy is none other than the local boss Lu Zhicheng.
At this time, Lu Zhicheng no longer had the same high-spirited energy as before. His whole face was covered in blood, his glasses had long been gone, three of his four front teeth were missing, and his face had been swollen into a pig's head. .
If I hadn't been so impressed by this kid, to be honest, I might not have been able to recognize him at the first time.
I looked at Lu Zhicheng in surprise, then at Hua Muling, and asked, "Fourth girl, why did you tie this guy back?"
Hua Muling glanced at me and said slowly: "Xiong Ming and I were set up together and became the murderers of the manager of this place. The purpose of catching him is to find out. Let's see who is the mastermind behind this." ?Why are you trying to frame us?”
I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard what Hua Muling said, and asked in surprise: "Have you also been framed as a murderer?"
Hua Muling was startled when she heard what I said. She looked at me and asked, "What? Are you being framed too?"
I nodded and said, "Yeah!"
Hua Muling looked at me and asked, "Who were you framed to kill?"
I frowned and said: "The great lama Gennan of Jimalunpo Monastery...!"
Hua Muling snorted coldly and said: "Their plan was so thorough. They killed the local steward and took the life of the chief lama in the temple. They also occupied important figures in both politics and religion. No matter from which side, Even the locals can’t spare us..."
I looked at Hua Muling and asked in surprise: "But why are they doing this?"
Hua Muling did not answer my question, but turned to look at Lu Zhicheng, and said coldly: "I have to ask him now. Why are they setting up such a big battle?"
