The woman held the child who was still in her arms, and she stared at the tender face tightly, as if she wanted to carve the child in her eyes.

"I only have this son." She stared at her for a long time, and finally said with a pleading voice.

"He is destined to be our Panchen Lama." The monk standing opposite the woman answered her in a calm tone.

Although his tone was calm, his words were like a stabbed knife, straight and ruthless.

Several monks took a step forward and approached the woman.

The woman, who was in her forty years, trembled for a moment, and she took a step back.

She wanted to run away.

But the eyes of the monk who had just spoken were fixed on the spot.

She was scared.

After all, she is just a woman with no power.

In the face of fear, she compromised and handed the child in the cradle forward with her hands trembling.

At this time, someone took over the child.

The monks in the room looked at the young man who had taken the child in confusion.

He looks only thirty years old, has a medium figure, is neither tall nor short, is neither fat nor thin. He is the kind of person who looks mediocre and will not be found if buried in the sea of ​​thousands of people.

But when he took over the child.

Everyone's attention was attracted by him.

The monk glared at him: "What are you going to do!"

But he ignored the monks and asked the woman in Tibetan: "Do you want your son to be a monk?"

The woman raised her head in surprise.

He repeated: "Do you want your son to be a monk?"

The woman lowered her head and she began to tremble, like a female bird shivering in the snow in the cold winter.

She suddenly raised her head: "No! No! I don't want to! I want to be with my child!"

The woman suddenly stood up, and she snatched the child from the young man's arms as if she was crazy, and fled.

She never knew she could run so fast.

I never knew that I could resist those monks.

She didn't know how long she had run or how far she had run.

Until exhausted, he fell under an old tree.

She struggled to get up, and wanted to continue escaping from this place.

But she was too tired.

She no longer has the strength.

She hugged the sleeping child in her arms tightly, like a lioness using her last strength to protect her child.

At this time, a person came from afar.

It's that young man.

Behind him, a group of monks with bound hands and feet followed jumping and following behind.

Someone can resist those monks!

The woman looked at the young man in disbelief.

The young man walked towards her and tied the ropes of the monks to the tree in his hand.

Then he reached out to the woman: "Follow me, sister. I know there is a place that will allow you to live your life safely."

The woman looked at him blankly: "Is there really such a place?"

The young man nodded: "Yes. Believe me."

The woman looked down at the child in her arms and murmured, "Can I know your name?"

The young man smiled and said, "Yes, my name is Zhang Zhongde."

The woman stood up and gave the child to the young man: "Help him get the name of the Han people."

The young man was stunned: "I'll do it?"

"Well. I'm going to wait for my husband here, I can't leave. So please, take him to the place you mentioned to live, so that he can forget his past."

"...Okay." The young man looked at the child's face.

"Then call him Shang Qingyun."

.........

I followed Gersa and Lu Yan into the interior of the giant Buddha statue.

It is like a skyscraper, with a tomb on each floor.

I have only seen this tomb form in the archaeological excavation archives of the No. 1 Tomb of Xuewei, which is the "Nine-Story Demon Tower" that many people call for.

Just like a modern office building or department store.

From low to high, each floor is placed in different categories.

The first floor is the burial pit, the second floor is the tomb of King Gesar's relatives, and the third floor is the underworld hall for sacrifice.

I don't know the rules and principles of the tomb in this giant Buddha statue. Each layer is different, the specifications of each layer have changed, and each layer does not conform to the numerical foundations in traditional metaphysics.

This is a gathering place for Tibetan culture, and it cannot be summarized and explained by the culture originating from the Han people.

The same is true for the Nine-level Demon Tower.

You cannot use your own thinking to explain many things that are fundamentally not in line with your three views. This is where modern people have different opinions on certain things that cannot be explained.

Me too.

If it were before, if anyone told me about zombies, dragons, and insects, I would definitely throw the theory of biological evolution into his face.

Until I entered the Haiyan Dragon Palace, my three views were refreshed to the unrivalled bottom.

Now I feel like I'm not surprised when I see anything.

But what made me curious was that for what purpose King Gesar had, he had collected a large number of statues, as if only for decoration.

There are various Buddha statues placed on each floor inside the giant Buddha statue, and these Buddha statues are basically arranged in irregularities.

However, apart from the Buddha statue, I found some other things.

For example, I found a few skeleton warriors on the second floor. These should be soldiers under King Gesar during his lifetime and stayed here to be buried with him after his death.

However, the more these warriors go up, the more bronzes and weapons in the burial objects go up.

It seems they are guarding something on the top.

I have walked six floors and still haven't seen Gersa and the others.

I realized that I was too late. If they arrived at the top floor first and got something, Shang Qingyun might be helpless.

Now I don't care whether I can do those two guys, and I climbed up non-stop.

Finally, I climbed to the 13th floor.

This is the last floor. I can see a huge arched door upwards. I have seen such a tomb in the Thirteen Tombs.

It is a tomb of the emperor's specifications.

There is no doubt that this is the tomb of King Gesar.

I could even hear Lu Yan and Geersa, or Gesar King "Jeru" whispering something.

I dare not delay and quickly follow.

Before I could reach the door, I heard Geersa whisper inside: "It seems that I underestimate you, Chen Siyu."

I had a moment of fear, after all, I had seen the terrifying power of Gerzana.

But the moment he called out my name, I was no longer afraid.

I breathed evenly, raised my chest and walked into the tomb.

When I saw Shang Qingyun lying next to the opened coffin of King Gesar, Lu Yan looked at him.

I glared at him and squeezed out words from my teeth: "Give Shang Qingyun back to me."

He sneered and looked at me contemptuously.

No words.

I don't want to talk nonsense to him either, I just raise my hand and shoot him.

The bullet had penetrated Gersa's chest at an instant, and his flesh and blood exploded.

But he had no response.
To be continued...