The RV didn't stop until three in the morning. The wind blew and the snow fell, quickly covering the road.
It was the middle of winter. The mountain road was already rugged. The road was blocked by heavy snow, and there were piles of snow everywhere.
They were deep in the mountains, dozens of miles away from the end of the road.
"The car can't go on …" Bai Ze shouted.
Luo Yan walked to the driver's seat and pressed a button.
With a hiss, some kind of liquid sprayed out from the front of the car. As soon as it touched the snow, it melted the snow and opened a path.
"This is a special deicing agent. I prepared forty kilograms. It's enough to keep going until the end of the road."
As he spoke, he looked at Lan Mu, who was resting silently. He knew that Lan Mu only needed to turn into a Balrog to run wild in the mountains.
However, Lan Mu didn't do that. Fortunately, Luo Yan was thoughtful enough to prepare a special deicing agent.
An hour later, they reached the end of the road. The S202 road came to an abrupt end. A large road sign covered by snow stood in front of them, indicating that this was the end of the S202 road. There were also two roads drawn on it.
Luo Yan pointed to the road on the right and said, "The road on the right leads to the Kiba Monba Village. It's the most remote village in southern Tibet. It's snowbound in the mountains all year round. It's one of the territories of the Monba people. The Monba people have lived in the mountains of southern Tibet for generations. They still live a very primitive life and only speak their own language. The car can't go on here. We have to walk the rest of the way. "
He took out a set of snow mountaineering clothes, which were worn by people who wanted to climb Mount Everest.
"There's only one. Lan Mu, I won't follow you for the rest of the way. After all, I can't be missing for too long."
Lan Mu understood that this was all Luo Yan could do. He had to work hard for the rest.
"Okay, you just send them out of the country secretly. You don't have to worry about anything else."
Lan Mu changed into the snow-climbing suit, carried the shovel and rope, and climbed up the mountain on foot.
He walked for about half an hour, ready to turn into a Bi Fang and fly in.
He suddenly stopped and turned around to see Fang Moqi rushing over with a sled.
Fang Moqi didn't wear a snowsuit. He only had a down jacket wrapped around his body. His face was flushed, and he laughed as he ran.
Lan Mu was stunned and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"
Fang Moqi hugged Lan Mu and said as they walked, "I'll accompany you! I once told you that there are not many places in the world that I have not conquered. There is only one in the country, and that is the Himalayas. "
"Sigh …" Lan Mu was speechless. However, since he had decided to follow him, he decided to let it go.
If it was Fang Moqi, it would not be too much of a burden.
Although he didn't wear much, he had a good physique and experience, so it wasn't a problem.
The two of them walked along a small path at the edge of the mountain, stepping on snow that was more than a meter high. It was almost as if they were trekking in a snow ditch.
An hour later, the mountain was still the mountain, the road was still the road, and the snow was still the snow.
The long road seemed to have no end.
Fang Moqi said, "We entered at a bad time. It was snowing heavily. Even the Monba tribesmen who grew up in the snow wouldn't dare to walk on the mountain in this weather."
The snow was too deep. Every step they took would cause them to sink into it. It was very tiring.
Lan Mu smiled and said, "This road must be taken by outsiders … real mountain people wouldn't walk it."
Fang Moqi was stunned. He didn't know what he meant.
Lan Mu walked to the side and sprinkled some snow-melting agent. It melted a large area of snow, revealing the hard ice on the mountain.
He used the snow-melting agent as he smashed the ice with a shovel. Soon, the ice was broken, revealing the cave inside.
"Could this cave be …"
Lan Mu smiled and said, "This should be a tunnel opened by the Monba tribesmen in the mountains. There should be many tunnels like this in the mountains. It can completely avoid the snow that seals the mountain."
His spiritual power found the tunnel deep inside the snow mountain from afar.
Fang Moqi was shocked and said, "I've dealt with the Monba tribesmen before. I've never heard them mention a tunnel."
Lan Mu laughed and said, "They probably only want to use it for themselves. They don't want to give it to outsiders like you."
With that, he took the lead and walked into the tunnel.
The tunnel was very short. The two had to bend down to move forward. It was much warmer inside. There was no snow, and their speed was more than twice as fast.
Along the way, there were many Tibetan-style cloth. There were unique Tibetan seal carvings on both sides of the tunnel.
There were often stone carvings of birds, beasts, fish, and insects on the ground. There were also wooden tools.
The two walked for about a few kilometers and came to the exit. There was light coming in from outside.
Half of the exit was covered by ice. Lan Mu opened a path and stepped out. His eyes immediately lit up.
There were many small villages in the mountains. They were surrounded by snow-capped peaks and forests. In the middle, there was a large grassland that supported the self-sufficiency of the villages.
The ten small villages were part of the Giba Monba tribe. They enjoyed the pastures in the mountains and lived a life of farming and herding.
There was a temple closest to the exit of the tunnel. It was full of Tibetan style. There were many Tibetan words on it, revealing an ancient flavor.
Fang Moqi sighed and said, "The Monba tribesmen live very well. When I came here before, I couldn't believe that there would be such a simple and leisurely village in the deep mountains."
"It's just that they have their own culture and language. Although they use Tibetan, most of them believe in their own religion. However, their religion has merged with Buddhism to form a strange religion."
A few Monba tribesmen at the entrance of the temple noticed them. They were armed with bows and long swords. They said something in surprise as they ran towards them.
Fang Moqi took the lead and greeted them. He spoke a language that sounded like a song.
Seeing Fang Moqi talking to the Monba tribesmen, Lan Mu was stunned.
"Old Fang, how many languages do you know? Why do I feel like you can communicate wherever you go? "
He didn't know what Fang Moqi said to them, but the Monba tribesmen immediately laughed and led them into the temple.
A monk received Fang Moqi. It seemed that the two knew each other.
Fang Moqi pulled Lan Mu aside and introduced him, "This is Master Zuo Cuo. He is a well-loved monk in this village."
"He asked me how I found the tunnel. I told him that I found it by accident. It seems that the tunnel has some religious elements. He was a little unhappy. I asked him, and he said that it is the path to death. People who don't believe in religion will be haunted if they walk through it. "
Lan Mu couldn't help but laugh. He looked carefully with his spiritual power. There was never any haunting, not even a soul.
However, this was a religious custom. He didn't have to nitpick. He knew what he was doing.
Fang Moqi said something to them and then left the temple on the mountain.
Master Cuo sent the two down the mountain. After passing through three villages, they arrived at a river valley. The weather suddenly became hot. A two-meter wide river passed through the village. It seemed to flow from a tall snowy mountain in the distance.
The locals were very hospitable. Fang Moqi took out some handicrafts from outside as gifts and was immediately surrounded by the Menba people who sang and danced around him, offering him delicious food and drinks.
After a day's rest, they hurried through the night to the village at the very edge of Jibamamba's village, which was at the end of the valley and the meadows.
In front of them was a continuous stretch of mountains. There wouldn't be such a good valley for the rest of the journey. It would be a continuous stretch of towering mountain ranges!
Looking at the snow-covered mountains under the clouds, Lan Mu thought for a moment and said.
"Old Fang, why don't you stay here? I'll go in and look for him myself."
Fang Moqi glared at him and said, "Do you think I'll back down? I'm so excited right now. "
"Pfft …" Lan Mu was speechless. He thought that he might as well look for him step by step. Maybe it would be fun.
Fang Moqi asked, "Lan Mu, why do you have to find Shambhala?"
Lan Mu asked, "Why do you have to explore the world?"
Fang Moqi paused. He couldn't answer this question. "But how can you find a place that even Qianlong can't find? Even if you find it, it will disappear in the end. "
Lan Mu smiled and said, "That's hard to say."
…
After four days of trekking, they passed through two large lakes and climbed over four mountains.
There were a few times when they could have taken a shortcut, but they forced themselves to climb over the mountains, so they took a lot of unnecessary detours.
They had to take detours to avoid Qianlong's base. All the easier paths would be discovered by Qianlong's sentries, so they had to take a path that challenged their limits.
"Phew … We finally made it …"
"This mountain is Yaluddin. Turning it over is the area with the highest incidence of disappearances. If we continue for a few dozen miles, we will reach the northern border of Bhutan. The approximate range of the entrance to Shambhala is to the south of this mountain."
Fang Moqi said, but his face didn't look good. He was too tired.
There were no roads at all along the way, and they had to climb over mountains.
At high altitudes, it was difficult to breathe, and the physical exhaustion was even greater.
If it weren't for Fang Moqi's rich experience and strong physique, it would have been difficult for ordinary people to climb over four mountains in four days.
Lan Mu also relied purely on his human physique. If it weren't for the bamboo leaf wine, he would have collapsed from exhaustion.
"The following road will be much easier. Although there are mountains, we don't have to avoid Qianlong. We can choose a flat path."
As they continued to move forward, they finally arrived at the border of Bhutan. They were considered to have snuck in. Along the way, every time Lan Mu reached a mountain peak, he used his spiritual power to scan the distance. He didn't find any abnormal areas.
There was no abnormal radiation, no abnormal areas, no abnormal creatures, no abnormal items …
"There really is no trace. Are the disappearances really related to Shambhala?"
Lan Mu also began to suspect that Shambhala was just a legend. Under his spiritual power, the mountains were exposed without any concealment. Unless Shambhala was at the top of the mountain, where the altitude was too high for him to scan, there was no way to avoid Lan Mu's search.
"Huh? What are these people doing? "
Using his spiritual power, he suddenly saw a group of blonde foreigners using suction cups and ropes to climb the cliff.
Lan Mu was surprised. None of them were Chinese, and they couldn't be Qianlong's members.
"It seems that we are not the only group that avoided the sentry posts and entered this no man's land …"
"They obviously know the location of Qianlong's sentry posts, and they specially brought all kinds of climbing equipment. They clearly came prepared."
"Are they also looking for Shambhala?"
Lan Mu narrowed his eyes and walked toward the group of foreigners with Fang Moqi.
They climbed higher and higher, moving on the protruding part of the cliff, and below them was a bottomless abyss.
When Lan Mu and Fang Moqi reached the group, they had already climbed a higher part of the mountain.
This place was about three thousand meters above sea level, and the foreign team had already reached four thousand meters above sea level.
In his spiritual power, six foreigners formed a line and climbed up in the wind.
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