Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

"It's alright." Wu Yutian shook his head, then slowly turned his gaze to the Iron Rod Lama.

Meanwhile, the divinely inspired singer, the Iron Staff Lama Ak, was stunned by the "miracle" caused by Wu Yutian.

His eyes were glazed over, and he murmured, "This is something that only a holy bodhisattva could bring into the world... The miracle of King Gesar has occurred once again..."

It is different from the external manifestations that others see with their naked eyes and feel with their bodies.

As a divinely ordained poet, he experiences things entirely differently.

He possessed innate talent and was naturally able to sense the flow of spiritual energy in the universe.

It was even more acute than Wu Yutian's current ability to capture spiritual energy, so it could clearly feel the flow and resonance of Qi between the entire Fairy Lake and Wu Yutian's body.

A holy aura surged towards Wu Yutian!

This honor was a divine blessing he had never received in his entire life as a divinely appointed poet!

“Benefactor Wu, you are a person favored by Heaven!”

The Iron Rod Lama had come to his senses by this time, and his gaze toward Wu Yutian was deep and profound, as if he were revering a living Buddha.

In the teachings of Tibetan Buddhism, one can receive this blessing from heaven and earth in a place that is revered in their hearts.

That is an existence comparable to the reincarnation of a living Buddha.

"Iron Rod Lama, you flatter me." Wu Yutian shook his head. "I think I may have disturbed the big fish at the bottom of the lake while I was practicing my advanced martial arts technique. And the big fish swimming out then disturbed the small fish."

"In order to avoid being swallowed by larger fish, small fish leap out of the water in droves."

“We also have an old saying in mainland China, ‘Carp leaping over the Dragon Gate.’ As Brother Bayi just said, these fish are called naked carp, and naturally they will have similar habits to carp. When they encounter danger or stimulation, they will leap out of the water.”

“That does seem like a more scientific explanation,” Shirley Yang said approvingly. “I’m not belittling Buddhist legends, but these natural phenomena are better explained by science.”

"But this ancient martial arts training is inherently unscientific!" Although Fatty Wang accepted the idea of ​​sensing large fish through ancient martial arts, how could this ability of ancient martial arts be explained scientifically?

“The fact that science today cannot perfectly explain it does not mean that science in the future cannot explain it,” Shirley Yang corrected. “I know that there are many research institutes on mysterious forces in mainland China, the most famous of which are the 749 Bureau and the 507 Institute in Kyoto, which have all been involved in this field.”

"What 749, 507? That's so hard to remember!" Fatty Wang couldn't remember these numbers. "Could you explain it more clearly, in a way that someone like me with limited education can understand?"

"Institute 507, formerly known as the China Academy of Space Technology, which was headed by Qian Xueshen, the father of China's aerospace industry, was initially established to study aerospace medicine. The goal was to better protect astronauts' bodies in space. Later, it shifted its focus to the study of human special abilities."

When it comes to this type of research, Shirley Yang is very knowledgeable.

After all, the Mountain Moving Clan possesses this kind of ability. Having grown up in the United States, although I don't have any significant special abilities myself, I firmly believe that my bloodline ancestors possessed this kind of ability.

Therefore, I have a deep understanding of the relevant materials.

"For example, Zhang Baosheng joined the 507 Institute in June of this year. After investigating and analyzing hundreds of cases, scientists have drawn some conclusions. One of them is that some people have special abilities that can put objects in a special state."

"Thus, through one's own mental power, a resonance is created between the object and the object, allowing the object to undergo changes in space and form, which is very magical."

"Then what is the 749th game?" Fatty Wang suddenly became interested.

"Bureau 749 is under the military and is responsible for applying the research results of paranormal phenomena to national defense technology. I don't know much about the details." As she spoke, Shirley Yang glanced at the young man who was leisurely grilling fish with a tree branch by the stove.

While the others expressed shock at Wu Yutian, Zhang Qilin, the younger brother, seemed not only unsurprised but also secretly pleased that Wu Yutian was like him, as if he had found a relative.

“If Zhang Baosheng is the most famous Qigong master in Institute 507, then Zhang Qilin is probably the most important research specimen in Bureau 749,” Shirley Yang said with certainty.

"The Golmud Sanatorium you mentioned is actually a test base directly under the Northwest Branch of Bureau 749, according to the intelligence I saw from relevant agencies in the United States."

"Bureau 749 was divided into six sections: Kyoto Headquarters, Northeast, North China, Northwest, Southeast, and Southwest. It searched for people with special abilities across the country and investigated supernatural events. For example, the 1980 Xinjiang White-haired Wind Cannibalism Incident, the five sightings of the Changbai Mountain Tianchi Lake Monster from 1962 to 1980, the disappearance of Peng Jiamu, the vice president of the Xinjiang Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences in 1980, and the Lop Nur scientific expedition, were all investigated by Bureau 749, which obtained a lot of first-hand information."

"Oh my god, Staff Officer Yang, the more I look at you, the more you seem like a spy sent by the United States to gather intelligence here!" the fat man exclaimed in alarm.

Chapter 43: Can Tibetan lamas eat meat and drink alcohol?

"Can't you tell which way my heart is now?" Shirley Yang retorted.

"Hmm." Hu Bayi nodded. "Shirley Yang has been with us on so many tomb raiding trips, but she's never been greedy for any artifacts or treasures. She's only ever been chasing the Muchen Pearl. But you, you fatso, have always been greedy for money. I think if there's going to be a traitor, it'll probably be you!"

"Nonsense!" Fatty Wang waved his hand dismissively. "I may be greedy for money, but I acquire it ethically. I would never send cultural relics abroad!"

"Alright, everyone, stop making a fuss. My abilities are probably not even as good as those qigong masters from Institute 507, Zhang Baosheng." Wu Yutian changed the subject. "If we don't act quickly, Zhang Baosheng might discover our movements in Kyoto and strike before we do."

Originally meant as a joke, the young man took it to heart and became genuinely nervous upon hearing it.

That Golmud Sanatorium was a nightmare where I was imprisoned for twenty years.

I don't want to be locked up again and used as a guinea pig for research.

"Alright, I've caught a big fish here!" As he was speaking, Hu Bayi pulled up another Huang fish weighing more than three pounds. "It seems that what Brother Tian said was true. There are big fish swimming out of the bottom of this water."

"It really is! I caught one too!" Shirley Yang also caught a large naked carp weighing about two pounds.

"This should be enough for everyone to have a meal. There are some compressed biscuits in the car, and some concentrated dried vegetable leaves that Shirley Yang brought from America. Let's make a big pot of vegetable and fish soup!" Hu Bayi picked up the fish and walked towards the stove.

“But,” Shirley Yang glanced at the Iron Rod Lama, indicating that there were still monks present.

"Oh, I forgot to mention, the lamas in Ak's sect are allowed to eat meat. But try not to let him see you killing them." Hu Bayi deliberately blocked Ak's view with his body and deftly butchered the big fish.

Only after all the fish had been put into the pot did everyone gather around and find clean stones to sit on.

After all, it's warmest by the fire, and there's a rich, enticing aroma of fish soup.

The three grilled fish were shared among six people, with two people sharing one fish.

However, seeing that there were compressed biscuits available, Ak refused the grilled fish for the time being.

"That's perfect, then I won't stand on ceremony. I have a big belly, so I'll have one first. Does everyone mind?" The fat man said, glancing at everyone. "Silence means agreement!"

Fatty Wang happily ate heartily, swallowing any tiny thorns he encountered along the way.

Hu Bayi opened another pot of barley wine to warm everyone up.

"Don't drink and drive," Shirley Yang reminded him.

"It's fine, just a sip or two, absolutely no problem. Life is only fun with wine and meat!" Hu Bayi had already opened the bottle and couldn't resist any longer.

"It's alright," Wu Yutian comforted him. "Let him drink; he's been exhausted for two days."

"Brother Tian, ​​you can't spoil him. This is a disciplinary issue." Shirley Yang knew that once Hu Bayi got his craving for alcohol, it wasn't just a matter of a little bit.

"I'm not spoiling him. I'll drive this part of the trip this afternoon. I just finished practicing my martial arts, so it's not suitable for me to drink right now." It turned out that Wu Yutian was sacrificing his own opportunity to drink so that Hu Bayi could drink to his heart's content.

"Brother Tian, ​​thank you so much! I'll drink one ounce for you, so I'll drink two ounces!" Hu Bayi happily poured some wine into everyone's enamel cups.

"Fatty, I want two ounces too." Fatty Wang was so happy with his food that one ounce wasn't enough for him.

“Benefactor Wang, this wine is for you to drink.” Ak handed the wine in the cup to Fatty Wang.

Lamas are allowed to drink alcohol, but Ak himself tries to eat less meat and drink less alcohol as long as he has biscuits to eat and soup to drink.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Fatty Wang took a big gulp. "Good wine!"

"Hey, by the way, how can Tibetan lamas eat meat and drink alcohol?" Fatty Wang asked while eating.

Ak smiled slightly, glanced at Hu Bayi, and did not answer.

Since these are common-sense questions, Hu Bayi should be very familiar with them.

"Let me answer that," Hu Bayi explained to everyone. "Tibet is a high-altitude region with harsh natural conditions, such as lack of oxygen, cold, and permafrost. This makes most areas of Tibet unsuitable for growing crops. Without grains and vegetables, how do the monks eat vegetarian food?"

"Furthermore, the Tibetan diet mainly consists of beef and mutton, a custom that has been practiced for thousands of years and is difficult to change. Tibetan Buddhism was only introduced in 500 AD, while the custom of eating meat dates back thousands of years."

“Last year, I chatted with a lama at the Seda Buddhist Academy. He said that more than ten years ago, when the academy was first established, there was no barley or vegetables to eat. If the monks didn’t eat meat, they would starve to death.”

“That’s right.” Wu Yutian joined in, further supplementing everyone with his knowledge. “Another reason is that most of us are influenced by Han Buddhism, and we feel that Buddhists all over the world cannot eat meat, but that’s not the case.”

"Most countries and regions that practice Buddhism generally have a mixed diet, with neither a strict requirement to be vegetarian, such as Japan and Bhutan."

"When Buddhism was first introduced to China, it was permissible to eat meat. However, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Emperor Wu of Liang was a devout Buddhist. It is said that he saw the Mahaparinirvana Sutra, which prohibits killing, and therefore forbade monks from eating meat."

"Of course, there are also some monks in Tibet who do not eat meat, and even those monks who do eat meat only eat pure meat. 'They do not see killing, do not hear killing, and do not eat meat that is killed for them.'"

At this point, Wu Yutian glanced at the divinely inspired poet, Ake.

Ak smiled and saluted himself. Sure enough, this young man named Wu Yutian understood Tibetan culture better than Hu Bayi.

They are truly blessed by heaven!

Chapter 44: Shiquanhe Town, Three Teams Gather

After a satisfying meal, everyone boarded the bus and set off again.

The kettles are filled with freshly boiled water, enough for drinking throughout the day.

Wu Yutian was driving.

There were no other vehicles or pedestrians on the road, so you could enjoy the scenery along the way.

Fairy Lake, seemingly blending into this world, fell silent once more.

It was as if no one had ever been here.

Tibet has abundant geographical resources.

When we first entered Tibet from Sichuan, there were continuous mountain peaks that blocked out the sky.

After some time, we saw cattle and sheep and grasslands, and the sky was as clear and transparent as a sapphire.

After leaving Fairy Lake, we headed to Shiquanhe Town, the northwesternmost part of Tibet, as planned.

A few hours later.

Shiquanhe Town before sunset.

Wu Yutian drove his Toyota Hiace minivan, carrying his team of six, kicking up clouds of yellow dust, and hurriedly arrived at the designated meeting point.