Chapter 895

"So, are you … mentally ill?"

After hearing this, Su Bai suddenly wanted to ask Fatso to buy a return ticket. He did not care about anything and did nothing. When he went home, he could stab Gyatso, who had become a vegetable, a few more times to end the pain and send him to Western Paradise to meet Buddha.

When Fatty heard this, he chuckled. He didn't seem to be bothered by the fact that he was almost killed just now. However, he still asked, "What's wrong?

However, he still asked, "Why did you attack us before?"

"Because there have been a lot of special people who have entered Tibet recently. The aura fluctuations on you are not ordinary people at all. They are all gathering in the Tarunda Canyon. Our Holy Temple has organized many interceptions. Some have succeeded, and some have failed."

Hearing this, Fatso looked at Su Bai in surprise.

"Da Bai, did that birdman not wait until we were about to find those Lamas to send the message as we guessed, but sent it ahead of time?"

"We only found out the specific location yesterday. We flew to Lhasa that night and drove here overnight. What she said was something that had happened recently. That is, before we interrogated that birdman, it should not have been that birdman who informed us. It is also possible that those Lamas were seriously injured in the real world, so they found some listeners to protect their safety. But that's not right … "Su Bai looked at the woman and asked," Do you mean there are several groups of people? "

"Yes, there are several groups. Some are strong and some are weak."

"Then they are not here to protect those Lamas. There should be something else. Later, you can go to the Listeners' Forum and make a post to ask."

If they wanted to find someone to protect them, it was naturally impossible for them to ask so many people to come with such great fanfare. Wasn't it obvious that they were telling their enemies that they were seriously injured and wanted them to come and kill them?

"We are going to the temple where those Lamas are." Su Bai thought about what adjectives to use to describe the lamas in his mind. After all, this was a Tibetan area, and there were many lamas and temples here.

"I know who you are looking for." The woman did not make Su Bai spend much effort to understand what Su Bai meant. "They have a secret temple in the Tarunda Canyon. It is located inside the canyon. It was built after the canyon was hollowed out."

"Isn't that the same as Xuankong Temple?" Fatso touched his chin, then took out his mobile phone and compared it with the map. "Da Bai, that canyon should be the one we are looking for. The birdman's location is correct."

"I know Xuankong Temple. It is the temple built during the Northern Wei period in Shanxi, but the temple in the Tarunda Canyon was built more than ten years ago. It has no history," the woman replied.

"Newly built?" Fatso touched his head in surprise. "Isn't that against the rules?"

"In the early years, the people of that faction were very close to that person. Later, that person rebelled and wanted to be independent. The People's Liberation Army went to Tibet to quell the rebellion. The temples and strongholds of that faction were all uprooted at that time. The backbone of the faction followed that person overseas. In recent years, the policy has been relaxed, and some of them have come back to rebuild the temples.

Because they are completely opposed to our Divine Temple, we have never stopped fighting with them over the years. "

Fatso nodded thoughtfully. He could tell that this woman did not know about the listeners. She did not know that the Venerable Gyatso she mentioned was already a veteran listener. Moreover, there were also listeners on the other side. With the participation of the listeners, the battle between the two sides had actually gone beyond a certain level. However, because of the existence of the broadcasting rules and shackles, no matter which side, the listeners did not dare to fight openly. Instead, it formed a restraint and balance.

Perhaps, in this woman's view, Gyatso was just a very strong Tantric practitioner. There were also very strong Tantric practitioners on the other side, and she did not understand the deep twists and turns.

It was possible that the Listeners of that faction were not born and raised in that faction. Instead, they had first become Listeners and then gathered together for the sake of that goal.

Thinking of this, Fatso began to sympathize with Gyatso. No wonder that guy did not often stay at home and liked to travel around. Now, he simply lived in Shanghai.

"Haha, I really should give Gyatso a little red flower and a five-pointed star."

Su Bai did not intend to continue to delay here, so he gestured to Fatso.

Fatso immediately got in the car and pulled the seat back. Obviously, his neck was still a little uncomfortable.

"Your Tarunda Canyon?" The woman was a little surprised. Although the mainland man who just defeated her was very strong, even the Venerable would not personally go there to provoke him. The battle between the two sides was mainly reflected in the confrontation between the people below. "As a friend of the Venerable, I think I should remind you that there are several senior monks who are as strong as the Venerable guarding there."

"Motherf * cker, those senior monks are now almost dead after being electrocuted by 'Yang Yongxin'." Fatso waved his hand indifferently. "It's not convenient for your Venerable to come back now. You go back and restrain your so-called Holy Temple. Don't come out to carry out assassinations. Just stay quietly and don't cause trouble."

Hearing Fatso's words, the woman immediately showed an angry expression. "If it wasn't for him, you would have been killed by me!"

"You …" Fatso choked. He was also too embarrassed to defend himself by saying that it was a sneak attack. As an experienced listener, he did not have the etiquette of a righteous martial artist in ancient times. "That's not what he meant.

"That's not what he meant. What we're going to do now may affect a lot of people. Only people at the level of Venerable Ones like you can participate in it. To avoid unnecessary losses, please inform the other people in your Holy Temple to temporarily retreat to avoid the limelight. If your Venerable Ones were here now, he would also ask you to do the same. As for this fatty, he's not good at close combat, but his ability is not inferior to your Venerable Ones at all. He also knows your Venerable Ones."

The woman glared at Fatso fiercely again, then bowed to Su Bai. "Yes, Yangla will go back and inform the disciples of the Holy Temple to return to the temple now."

"Be careful," Su Bai said.

The woman named Yangla immediately turned around and left. Soon, she disappeared into the hillside below the road.

After the woman left, Fatso started the car and muttered, "This woman really doesn't know what's good for her. I'm just not happy to argue with her," after the woman left, he started the car.

"That's enough. Someone still has the nerve to say that he was almost killed by a normal person. That's embarrassing," Su Bai said.

"Aiya, it doesn't matter to me. After all, I've embarrassed myself in front of you more than once or twice. I can let it go. I'm fat, after all."

Fatso started the car and followed the directions on the map. In fact, he basically did not have to worry about getting lost. Most of the route only needed to follow the single road in front of him. Then, when he reached a specific location, he would need to drive into the wilderness where there was no road.

Su Bai chuckled. "If you didn't remind me, I would have forgotten. You were raped by a black man, and it was a black man's corpse."

"…"

Fatso took a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, and looked at Su Bai fiercely. "Da Bai, I'm driving. Do you believe that I won't turn the car downhill? Let's commit suicide together."

Su Bai shrugged. "You can try. I can guarantee that I won't die even if you die."

"You're showing off. You only know how to show off your cockroach bloodline." Fatso took out a cigarette and said, "Da Bai, there aren't many people here. There are roads, signal towers, and power lines. Isn't this a waste? When we get out of the scenic area and head out, other than some people in the service area, there aren't many people at other places."

"This is also the reason why our phone and data charges are so expensive." Su Bai was holding his phone and checking the map. "Putting aside the nature of state-owned enterprises and the fact that they eat, drink, and fill their own pockets, the reason why our phone and data charges are relatively high is actually reflected here.

Even in the United States, if you go to some of the more sparsely populated places, it's basically very difficult to get a signal. But here, your phone can still receive a signal. This is because the country has invested a lot in this area. If these investments were placed in the coastal cities in the east or the mid-western cities of a normal scale, they would actually be steadily profitable. But in these places, it's actually a kind of loss, and it's a bottomless pit. "

"Isn't this a waste? Even the country's money can't be spent like this," Fatso muttered.

"Didn't you grow up in Chengdu since you were young? It's not like you haven't been to Xichuan before. If we rely on collecting tolls for those tunnels and roads that were built by blowing up the mountains, who knows when we'll be able to recover the cost. But this is, after all, a kind of national policy. It's common prosperity. The developed areas transfuse blood to the underdeveloped areas. The redistribution of national resources is a basic policy for China's more than 2,000 years of centralized state system. Coupled with our current more emphasis on collectivism, these aspects will definitely be done with more effort than previous dynasties."

"Hehe." Fatso sighed. "Although it's not my money, it still makes my heart ache."

Su Bai rolled down the window and let in the fresh air. He took a deep breath. Although the air in the plateau was relatively thin, it was also a rare refreshing experience.

"Taking ten thousand steps back, without these roads, without these signal towers, without these things, there wouldn't be so much investment and sincerity shown.

"Now..,

Gyatso won't be on our side. He'll probably be in that temple called Tarunda Canyon. "