When the old lama heard Kong Xue’s question, he still had a faint smile on his face, “The bracelet was asked by someone to hand it over to a young man.”

"Is the person who entrusts you the last name Kong?" Kong Xue widened her eyes and asked anxiously.

The old lama nodded, "Yes!"

Kong Xue's face was filled with joy, "He is not dead!"

The old lama still nodded, "Yes!"

Hearing this answer, Kong Xue breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I want to hide it from the master, this Mr. Kong is my father."

The old lama seemed not shocked, but just nodded slightly.

I suddenly thought of a question, so I asked the old lama: "Since Mr. Kong is safe and sound, why did the young man hang his bracelet in the heaven of rebirth?" I thought to myself, this matter was done imperfectly. This man was not dead yet, so I was looking forward to his soul ascending to heaven. Isn't this a curse man?

After hearing this, the old lama nodded. There was no smile on his face this time, but a serious face. "The young man did this with kindness, not a malicious curse. It was really a special place they were going to."

I quickly asked, "Then where did this Mr. Kong leave here?"

When the old lama heard this, he folded his hands together, looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "He went to the legendary Hall of Hell!"

As soon as the old lama finished speaking, our expressions froze, especially Kong Xue was completely confused.

Yuanxiao suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Old man! Are you playing with us? What's the difference between going to the Hall of Hell and dying! This ups and downs made you schizophrenia!"

But the old lama was not angry, just smiled faintly.

We were puzzled. It was not like this old lama who would make us happy, but why did he say so inconsistently?

I was about to continue asking questions, but Dorje took a deep breath, as if trying his best to calm down his emotions.

I turned to look at him, and then asked Doji to take a sip of the butter tea in front of me and whispered: "Actually, the Hall of Hell that the master mentioned is not what you think. I told you that there is a entrance to hell deep in the Qilian Mountains. It is also said that there is a Hall of Hell there. It is the place where demons and ghosts gather. People will definitely die there. I think it is precisely because of this that the man hung his bracelet in the heaven of rebirth. Once an unexpected encounter is happening, he would leave a way out."

"Brother, you have been one thousand and one night. There are so many ghost stories, these are myths and legends, how is that possible!" Yuanxiao still disagreed with such statements.

I asked the old lama again: "Master, Mr. Kong, did you say anything when you left?"

The old lama nodded: "He only said one sentence: Hidden Qilian, hidden pearls!"

As soon as this sentence came out, a thunder broke out in my mind. There was such a sentence in the strange email I received on the train. I had never understood what it meant, but now I said it from the old lama again! Could it be that the person who sent me the email was Mr. Kong?

I resisted the surging inside and tried to calmly ask, "Do you know what this sentence means?"

The old lama shook his head, "If it weren't for being in it, it would be difficult for outsiders to understand the profound meaning. This mountain is definitely not as simple as you imagined. It was born with the heaven and earth, and we know less than one ten thousandth of his. This place does not belong to humans entirely."

Things are getting more and more mysterious. Mr. Kong went up the mountain to have a special purpose. He came to this small temple and to meet someone, the person should be the young man. For some reason, he left early, leaving only the bracelet as a token to convey a certain meaning. The young man also left after reading the bracelet. Maybe he went down the mountain, or maybe he also went to the mysterious Hall of Hell. I think the second possibility is greater.

What else is that sentence, what does it mean?

At this time, Kong Xue had already put on her bag and stood up, "No matter what, I will go to find my father!"

The old lama stretched out his hand to stop Kong Xue, "Please be careful not to be impatient. Your father must be prepared for this. If you go rashly, it is not appropriate. Besides..." The old lama seemed to listen carefully, and then said, "Besides, it may be difficult for you to enter the valley!"

What does this mean? Just as we were puzzled, the little lama suddenly broke in. Seeing his expression a little nervous, he whispered a few Tibetan words in the old lama's ear with some anxiety. The old lama nodded and also said a Tibetan word. The little lama turned around and walked out.

We didn't understand Tibetan. We were confused and didn't understand what it meant, but there was one person who should be able to understand. We all turned our attention to Duoji.

I saw that Doji's eyes were a little straight, his brows frowned, as if he was thinking about something. After stabbing Lanxiao, he asked Doji to do it, "I will let you translate it for me. What are these two men and women muttering about? This is not a black shop, are you planning to rob us of human flesh buns?"

That made Doji ponder for a moment and said, "They didn't say anything, probably the thing in the depths of the canyon came out."

"Things? What?"

That made Doji shake his head, "I don't know this either."

"Hey, let's go and have a look!" Yuanxiao said, taking something out of her bag, put it in her pocket, stood up and pushed the door open and walked out. We all got up and walked out of the room.

The little lama carried a wooden barrel and just walked out of the Buddhist temple in the middle. Seeing that we were all out, he hurriedly said, "Dear guests, don't worry, please wait in the house with peace of mind! To avoid being frightened."

Yuanxiao patted the little lama on the shoulder, "Little Master, I'm not scared by your brother. I haven't been afraid of anything before when I grow up so old!"

The little lama was a little embarrassed, "This..."

The old lama's voice came from the room and said a Tibetan word. The little lama then said, "Okay, dear guests, you can follow me, but don't move around."

We stood by the platform and looked deep into the canyon. At this time, the sky was already very dark, and I still couldn't see anything abnormal when I looked into the distance. I turned my head in confusion and looked at the little lama. I was about to ask, but the latter signaled me to continue looking.

I had to continue looking deep into the canyon. At this time, the wind had become smaller, and the whole canyon seemed a little quiet. I could vaguely hear the sound of bells, just like the kind of copper bell hanging on the chest of a yak.

I followed the sound and looked into the depths of the canyon. Gradually, I found a huge black shadow emerging from the depths of the canyon. It was not moving fast. What was this? How could it come out from the depths of the canyon? I found that although I couldn't see clearly, I could no longer move my eyes.

After a long time, we looked in surprise in that direction. Finally, I arrived. The black shadow seemed to be a rushing flood, but it was slowed down many times.

Finally I saw clearly what it was, it was a very thick mist that surged from the depths of the canyon.

"How could there be such a big fog!" We were all a little surprised.

The little lama just stared at the fog and didn't say anything.

I took out the telescope, adjusted it and put it in front of me. This kind of telescope with night vision is really good. It can still play some role in such light. It is precisely because of this, and I found that something seemed wrong with the fog.

In the thick fog, black shadows seemed to sway, and there were more than one. What was hidden in the fog? The black shadows appeared in the fog, and there were only the sound of wind and the breathing of a few of us in the entire canyon.

The wind flowing in the canyon sometimes disperse a piece of fog. It is precisely this that I accidentally saw the rough shadow from a dispersed fog.
Chapter completed!