Chapter 62 Potala Palace

Fan Debiao and Liu Dashao admire Jia Zhuangyuan very much. To be honest, there are very few righteous people in this era, so they said to him, "Then please go with us. As long as you find it, don't interfere. After coming out, two-one will add five, half of us!"

Unexpectedly, Jia Zhuangyuan said, "I don't want to make a fortune. In fact, in Shaanxi, although I don't have the strength to find a big goal, sometimes it's enough to fight back once, which is enough for retirement!"

Originally, everyone was very excited, but this time I went to Tibet without a tour guide and faced the problem of inexperience. Jia Zhuangyuan was experienced and experienced the ancient city, so the team was led by him.

Jia Zhuangyuan said, "Let's make a deal in advance. I only care about the directions. The key decision-making issues have to be decided by Mr. Liu." Everyone agrees with this proposal.

Jia Zhuangyuan said, "Despite the desert of Tibet, we all know that there is an ancient city there. Not only the Chinese, but also his mother's foreigners are really blindly coaxing. They are doing some ancient literature research and secretly transporting hard goods abroad!"

The hard goods mentioned by Jia Zhuangyuan are actually gold, silver, jade and bronze coins.

"Of course, the most terrible thing is that these guys don't even let go of the stone tablets, and there are stone people, just like what his mother has never seen, what they want, they are simply worse than robbers and beasts!" When Jia Zhuangyuan said this, he smiled and said, "I once met a yellow hair. I couldn't understand it. They carried a stone tablet and left. Instead, they left something valuable. I really don't understand if there is something wrong with these foreigners."

Liu Dashao knew that the stone tablet must have important cultural relics value, otherwise the foreigner would not have spent so much effort to carry a stone away.

"The most terrible thing is that we Chinese people. In the past, Tibetan warlords also had cavalry companies, specializing in carrying explosives to steal tombs everywhere, and then buying foreign guns and cannons to expand the army to prevent Tibet from being occupied by other warlords. His own local emperor can't do it."

Elder Jia said worriedly, "It turned out that when we went there, we met once. Fortunately, we dodged quickly, otherwise we would have been shot and ghosted before we had arrived in the ancient city."

To be honest, when fighting upside down, I was most afraid of meeting warlords. At that time, it was hard to say. From ancient times to the present, many warlords used various banners to rob tombs, make money, and then bought weapons. The most famous one is Sun Dianying, who actually dug the tomb of Qianlong Laoer and Cixi bastard in the name of military exercises, and really made a fortune. When the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Xuantong, gave up the throne, Dongling was still equipped with personnel to protect the mausoleum. The institution still inherited the Qing system, and there were also flag soldiers and green battalion soldiers stationed in the mausoleum to guard the mausoleum. The patriarch's mansion, the Ministry of Rites and other institutions were responsible for all the affairs of the mausoleum. However, the flag soldier was only able to meet Sun Dianying in his mother's Qing Dynasty. Isn't he even the capital to eat the old capital?

"But..." Jia Zhuangyuan's tone turned and said, "Those cavalry companies in Tibet could be bullish for two days at the beginning. Later, a cavalry company went out to look for a big tomb. After digging a few back to the king's tombs, they went to the depths of the plateau. As a result, no one went back, and even a horse could not be found. Anyway, they were born. There was no corpse. Later, the warlords were much more alive and tried to collect food and fodder on other roads, which was good for us!"

After finishing the last thing, everyone decided to set out immediately. Except for a few clothes, Fan Debiao did not let everyone bring them. He said that he would arrange the necessary things after going to Tibet, so he didn't have to worry about it. At present, Liu Dashao, Fan Debiao, Cai Qingchong, Jia Zhuangyuan, and Yang Weidong, a scout sent by the People's Liberation Army, rushed to the city closest to the airport.

Along the way, Jia Zhuangyuan didn't have any expression on his face, just like a piece of wood. His hands have been inserted in his trousers pocket, and he wears a small leather hat for traitors in the old society, giving people a very uncomfortable sense of mystery.

From Shaanxi to Tibet, it spans almost half of China. It is unrealistic to make cars. Besides, everyone has a heavy burden, so airplanes are almost the only choice now.

Fortunately, due to the government, the plane tickets that are difficult to buy have been solved smoothly. And I also allocated a special class for everyone. This made Liu Dashao, who had never been a plane, couldn't help but be overjoyed. He touched the left and looked at the right, and was excited for a moment.

Fan Debiao is an old man. Over the years, he has followed the big citron to travel north and south, and there is still some accumulation. At this moment, he is sending a stack of copies to the public, all about the introduction of human geography and customs of Tibet.

"Guys, before you arrive at your destination, you must read these things carefully. Tibetans have many customs and are very fastidious. In addition, the folk customs are strong and strong. If you don't pay attention to their taboos, it will be difficult to do!"

Hearing what Fan Debiao said, Liu Dashao also carefully read the information in his hand. There are indeed a lot of rules for Tibetans, which makes him dazzling. Sit in any room, sit cross-legged, don't straighten your legs, face people with the soles of your feet, and don't look around. To accept gifts, you should receive them with both hands. When eating, you should be dissatisfied, unable to bite or drink. When drinking butter tea, the host pours the tea, and the guests have to wait for the host to hold their hands in front of him before they can take it over and drink it, and so on.

In his impression, Tibetans are generally similar to barbarians. Running horses, leather jackets, horn knives, roast yak beef, these are the characteristics of Tibetans. To be honest, Liu Dashao really had no idea about dealing with such a race for a while, so he also looked at it very seriously. When the plane landed, he was basically backwards.

Yang Weidong and Fan Debiao and Cai Qingchong chatted with each other, and the two of them talked very harmoniously. Only Jia Zhuangyuan, leaning against a rather lonely corner, slowly unfolded the scrolls of hundreds of tombs, looking at them over and over again, for fear of missing some trivial details that are enough to affect the overall situation.

With the warm and sweet voice of the airline customer service, the plane landed steadily in Lhasa, Tibet. For a few hours on the plane, everyone was already sleepy. Fan Debiao was popular and popular here. He made a few rooms in a nearby holiday hotel by phone call. Although he came to this spectacular place for the first time, everyone couldn't stand the eyelids of the fight and didn't say much. He just carried the package into the room. Then he fell down and fell asleep.

The next morning, everyone got up early, looked at their spirits, and slept well. Fan Debiao asked everyone to stay here for a day. When the equipment and daily necessities he ordered arrived, it would not be too late to travel. Besides, the terrain of Tibet is complex. If you don't find an experienced guide, some things are really not easy to see.

As the saying goes, this sharpening knife does not miss the firewood cutter. Liu Dashao turned his head slightly and nodded.

Just in time, at the lower joints, their children are in good spirits, and they are not a sedentary person. Instead of staying in a hotel for a day, it is better to go out for a walk and see the scenery.

Thinking of this, he told everyone his idea. Fan Debiao is not an idle person, and Cai Qingchong is also a typical stuffy **. Yang Weidong is a regular person, but he has never been to Tibet, and he also wants to feast his eyes. Only Jia Zhuangyuan, Liu Dashao couldn't be sure for a while, but he didn't seem to care about this. As soon as Liu Dashao said, he agreed that he didn't care at all.

The Holiday Hotel is close to Hongshan. Everyone really doesn't know much about Hongshan Mountain. But when it comes to a building on the Red Mountain, it is like thunder. It's nothing else, it's the Potala Palace.

It is said that the construction of the Potala Palace is inseparable from the 32nd generation of Zampu Songtganbu in Tibet. It is said that at the beginning of the 7th century 1300 years ago, after Songtsenganbu moved to Lhasa, in order to marry Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty, three nine-storey buildings with a total of 1,000 palaces were built on the Red Mountain, named Potala Palace.

The Potala Palace is a stone and wood structure palace. The outer wall is two meters thick, and the foundation is directly buried in the rock layer. The walls are all made of granite, up to dozens of meters high. Every other distance, iron juice is poured in the middle to strengthen it, which improves the earthquake resistance of the wall and is strong and stable. The roof and window eaves are made of wooden structures, the eaves are picked out, the corners of the house are raised, the copper tiles are plated, the plated warp, the treasure bottle, the scorpion fish and the golden wings are made of black, and the spine is decorated. The shiny roof adopts the Xieshan style and the tip-up style, with the architectural style of the Han Dynasty. The walls under the eaves are decorated with gold-plated copper decorations, and the images are all Buddhist Dharma-style eight treasures, with strong Tibetan and Buddhist colors. The columns and sorghum are covered with bright colorful paintings and gorgeous carvings. On one side of the building group is the Tibetan king's bedroom, the top of the middle palace is built with a pagoda, and on the other side is the harem. In the autumn season, the Potala Palace is pink and white, and it stands on the red mountain more and more holy and majestic. Therefore, Tibetans call it the 'white palace'.

"It's really spectacular!" Liu Da Shao raised his head and looked at the buildings rising one after another in the distance, sighing.

"De Biao, can you go in and have a look at this Potala Palace?"

Fan Debiao shook his head: "If you come to Tibet, if you don't go to see the Potala Palace, it's really a waste of time. But I really can't get in today.

"Real? Isn't this a tourist attraction? After listening to his words, Liu Dashao was somewhat surprised that he had never seen a non-profitable tourist attraction.

"Today is a religious festival for Tibetans. They have all gone in to worship, so it is not open to us tourists." Fan Debiao explained helplessly.

"Oh, so it is!" Liu Dashao nodded happily, and Yang Weidong and Yang Weidong also lost their interest.

"How about this?!" Fan Debiao patted his head: "How about I take you to the Tibetan market? Today should be more lively than usual. Whether it's far or near, almost all of them have come to join in the fun.

"Fun?" Major General Liu cast his eyes on Fan Debiao suspiciously.

"Haha, you don't know if you haven't been here." Fan Debiao grinned: "Tibet people are warm and hospitable. Let's go shopping and you will be satisfied. Maybe there is any other girl who has a good time for you.

"I fell in love with you, are you kidding?" Liu Dashao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"That's not sure. The customs here are relatively open. It's common for girls to show their goodwill to their beloved young men during the festival. How about it, brother, is the spring heart budding?" Fan Debiao squeezed his eyes, and his mind was full of jokes.

"Go, go, go, fat man. Get out of here and out of here." Seeing Yang Weidong and others behind him laughing, Liu Da Shao's cheeks suddenly turned a little embarrassed.

"Come on, don't pretend to be tall." Fan Debiao curled his lips: "Who doesn't know that you and my boss, that beauty Wang has an affair..."

However, in the middle of the words, Fan Debiao immediately closed his mouth and did not mention it, because he obviously saw Liu Dashao brushing gloomy.

"Young master..." Fan Debiao pulled the corner of his clothes.

"Big young master..." Seeing that Liu Dashao didn't say a word, Fan Debiao suddenly became anxious.

Just now, I spoke quickly and spilled the beans. Although it was unintentional, it just hit Liu Dashao's pain. After all, Uncle Diao and Wang Feifei are still alive and dead!

"Young master, don't worry. Feifei is lucky, and she will be fine. Besides, isn't Uncle Diao still here? What are you afraid of when he is there? Fan Debiao comforted him.

"Alas!" Liu Dashao sighed, "The world is unpredictable. Even Jackson, Zhong Kui and others died in that mysterious place for no reason."

Thinking of the horrible altar ruins in the photo, his heart suddenly trembled. These days, whenever he thinks of this scene, he always feels that there is a pair of eyes staring at him from behind, like a shadow. The lingering shadow also wrapped itself all the time, getting tighter and tighter, almost out of breath.

Is there really a mysterious past in this place, waiting for the predestined person to uncover it in person?

Or, your fate has already been doomed. At a certain moment of one day, it will become the sacrifice of the behind-the-scenes hand like Jackson and others?

Also, how did the big scorpion die? Why is the complication of his early aging exactly the same as the situation of the clay figurine Zhang? The only difference is that the clay figurine Zhang desperately got the medicine: the wax pill. However, the big scorpion was unlucky and died in his life.

"Taiping Qing Ling Shu", this thing that haunts around me day and night like a dream. What else is hidden behind it?

Why did you only choose yourself?

Uncle Diao's sharp-billed old man is actually a cold and hot man. He has always been very good to himself. And Wang Feifei, the beautiful and lovely girl, has always had a faint affection between herself and her.

It's a pity that I haven't said to Uncle Diao: Thank you, old man.

I haven't told Wang Feifei: Feifei, I like you.

They disappeared... and disappeared into this world.

Shaking his heavy head, Liu Dashao's thoughts were in chaos, and he was almost dizzy. If it hadn't been for the vegetable green insect next to him, he would have been unstable and rolled down halfway up the mountain.

"Brother, are you all right?" Cai Qingchong clenched Liu Dashao's shoulder and said with a frown.

"No... it's okay." Liu Dashao struggled and let go. However, looking at his face, he always looks depressed.

Cai Qingchong glanced at Fan Debiao. Obviously, he was quite precondient to this fat man who was interested in everyone.

At this time, Jia Zhuangyuan, who had always been silent, said, "Xiao Fan, Uncle Diao you just said is very powerful?"

"That's it!" Hearing that Jia Zhuangyuan was skeptical, Fan Debiao was immediately unhappy.

"Uncle Diao, I don't know much about it. However, I know that he is second to none in the Hong Kong tomb robbery, and even our boss is respectful to him. He helped us a lot on the last expedition.

"Oh?" Jia Zhuangyuan seemed to remember something: "Do you know the name of this old Mr. Diao?"

"The unruly and unruly, the highly valued virtue, one, two, three, four, five, one, unruly."

"Dyao Deyi?" After listening to Fan Debiao's words, Jia Zhuangyuan's face changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

"What's the matter, senior, do you know Mr. Diao?" Fan Debiao asked in surprise.

"Ha ha" Jia Zhuangyuan smiled for the first time and touched the silver beard under his jaw: "I don't know each other! At that time, Lao Diao and Sima and I were like brothers!"

Saying this, he sighed: "It's a pity that after the South China Sea, Brother Sima was buried in the demon cave, and everyone dispersed. Unexpectedly, Lao Diao is still doing this job today!"

"Oh, so that's it!" Fan Debiao suddenly became excited: "Mr. Diao has not always been in this industry. He opened an antique feng shui store by himself, but this time, he came out of the mountain under special circumstances."

"Do you think something will happen if Mr. Diao takes my female boss?"

"I'm more than 60% sure that nothing will happen!" Jia Zhuangyuan smiled and said, "Lao Diao's skills are obvious to all. In some aspects, I can't beat the horse. As long as it is not a great disaster, he can definitely retreat completely. So, just let go of your heart!"

With Jia Zhuangyuan's guarantee, the depression between the people suddenly loosened, and even the obstacles with Jia Zhuangyuan slowly eased.

Fan Debiao, in particular, has coaxed this old man to the sky for a long time. When it was almost time to persuade Master Liu, everyone continued to hurry and try to see this legendary lively market as soon as possible.