"Dharmaraja has passed away?" Ye Fan asked as he steadied himself.
"Yes." The little lama's eyes were red as he said, "Before the abbot left, he told me to tell you that Dharmaraja has passed away and will not see you again. You can leave now."
The little lama put his palms together and bowed to Ye Fan, then turned around and left.
Ye Fan froze in place, unable to believe that this was real.
The dream just now was not an illusion, it was so real that it could not be any more real!
This friend of his from his previous life, after failing to enlighten him, suddenly said goodbye and passed away!
He waited for three lifetimes just to meet him, to fulfill his promise from his previous life!
Two streams of hot tears flowed out of Ye Fan's eyes!
"Xiao Zhao, let's go." Ye Fan said in a low voice. He bent down and picked up Baihu, then closed the door and slowly walked towards the entrance of the temple.
Baihu in his arms looked at Ye Fan's sorrowful expression, her face full of confusion.
He still hasn't seen Golden Roc Dharmaraja, why is he so sad about Dharmaraja's death?
"Wu …" Baihu in Ye Fan's arms whimpered as she raised her front paws and clawed at Ye Fan's chest. She looked at Ye Fan with heartache.
"I'm fine," Ye Fan with red eyes said as he stroked Baihu's forehead and squeezed out a smile.
He came to the entrance of the temple and pushed open the door. Stepping on the thick snow, he slowly walked towards the bottom of the vast snowy mountain.
The bone-chilling wind blew on his face like a knife.
Ye Fan had a sorrowful expression as he walked against the wind and snow, not saying a word.
Baihu knew that Ye Fan was in a bad mood, so she obediently curled up in Ye Fan's arms. From time to time, she would lick Ye Fan's hand to comfort Ye Fan.
Usually, Ye Fan would be able to ignore the distance of one and a half kilometers. However, it was a difficult task for him now.
His demonic powers had been sealed, his Cloud Riding Technique had lost its effect, and he was unable to release the spiritual energy in his Sea of Qi. Now, he could only walk step by step out of this vast snowy mountain.
After walking for two hours, Ye Fan finally reached the mountainside of the snowy mountain.
After walking out of the Buddha's relic's area of influence, Ye Fan felt his demonic power gradually recover. The golden Buddha's power that was suppressing it also began to slowly disappear.
Regaining his lost power should have been something to be happy about, but at this moment, Ye Fan couldn't feel happy at all.
Losing an old friend from a previous life who had bitterly waited for him for three lifetimes, if it was anyone else, they wouldn't be happy.
However, despite the pain, the search for the cauldron had to continue.
After recovering his strength, Ye Fan used his movement skill and flew down from the mountainside to the foot of the snowy mountain.
At this time, the sky was already bright, and the stone road at the foot of the mountain was already bustling with people.
Among these people, there were shop assistants who got up early to do business, laborers who got up early to provide three meals a day for their families, craftsmen who kept clanking and hammering, and pilgrims who knelt down every three steps and bowed every five steps with a pious look on their faces.
Everyone had their own destiny, and his destiny was to find the nine cauldrons and save his wife.
Walking through the bustling streets, Ye Fan sighed with emotion as he looked at the busy people.
He walked around the streets a few times, and then settled down in an inn owned by Han people.
The search for the cauldrons couldn't be rushed. He had to find the relevant clues first, and then carefully investigate. He couldn't be like a headless fly running around.
After paying the money and checking into the room, Ye Fan called out to the waiter.
"Little brother, I want to ask you something." Ye Fan said to the waiter.
"What are you talking about, sir? You can ask whatever you want, as long as it is something this little one knows." The waiter politely replied.
"Is there a place to store the county records in Tibet?" Ye Fan asked the waiter.
The local county records generally recorded the local affairs and all kinds of supernatural phenomena. As long as you carefully investigate, you should be able to find the traces of the divine cauldrons.
"The place to store the county records?" The waiter was stunned at first, and then replied, "Sir, are you asking about the document courtyard in Tibet?"
"The document courtyard?" Ye Fan asked.
"This document courtyard is responsible for all the local literature and history of Tibet, as well as engraved books. It is the highest official residence here. The local county records that you are talking about should be there." The waiter replied to Ye Fan.
"Is the highest official in this document courtyard a Han or a Tibetan?" Ye Fan heard the waiter say so, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"The various official positions in this Tibetan area are generally under the joint jurisdiction of Han and Tibetan officials." The electric waiter replied, "This document courtyard involves Han and Tibetan culture, so it should be the same. This little one is just an inn waiter, and has never been to this Tibetan official's residence. Sir, please forgive me. "
After Ye Fan heard this, he slowly nodded.
"What? Sir wants to go to the document courtyard? "The waiter asked.
"Oh, I was asked by a friend to go there and engrave a few sets of Tibetan scriptures to bring back to the Han." Ye Fan lied to the waiter.
"So it's like this." The waiter nodded.
"Where is this document courtyard?" Ye Fan asked the waiter.
"It is directly east of here. It is a bit far from here, about three or four hundred miles away." The waiter said, "If you take a yak cart, it will take at least three days to go back and forth."
"Thank you, little brother." Ye Fan took out a golden leaf from his bosom and handed it to the waiter.
"Sir … … Sir, this … … This is too much … …" The waiter saw Ye Fan take out a golden leaf and was a little surprised for a moment.
"This is my first time in Tibet, so I am not familiar with this place. I may have to trouble little brother in the future." Ye Fan said to the waiter.
"Sir, rest assured. As long as I can help you, I will do my best. I will do my best." The waiter made a small fortune and was beaming with joy.
"I like peace and quiet. If there is anything I will call you. If there is nothing, don't disturb me." Ye Fan continued.
"Don't worry, this little one understands." The waiter said, "You rest first. If there is anything you need, just tell this little one."
Ye Fan nodded.
The waiter smiled and bowed out of the room, gently closing the door.
Ye Fan poured a cup of tea and drank it while thinking about his next plan.
He had already calculated that when there was no one at night, he would go to the document courtyard and check the local county records there.
If he was lucky, he might be able to find the specific location of the divine cauldron.
He would do that.
Ye Fan drank his tea slowly …
A day passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the sky was getting dark and the sun was setting in the west. Bright stars filled the sky.
Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Fan put Baihu, who had been sleeping all day, on his shoulder. Then he used the Ghostly Body Movement Skill and turned into a ray of light. He rushed out of the window and went straight into the clouds.
He stepped on the Auspicious Clouds and focused his eyesight. He looked at the ground carefully while flying slowly.
Soon, a slightly tall building appeared in his sight.
This building was more than three stories high. It was half-Han and half-Tibetan. There were two soldiers guarding the door.
There was no need to guess that this was the Scrivener Courtyard that the waiter had mentioned.
Seeing that he had found the document courtyard, Ye Fan used his Body Movement Skill and left the Auspicious Clouds. He disappeared into thin air!
Buzz …
With a flash of green light, Ye Fan, who was wearing a black robe and had silver hair, walked out of the green light slowly. He was squatting on Baihu's shoulder.
Around him, tall bookshelves were arranged neatly around him.
On the bookshelves, there were all kinds of books.
The air was filled with the fragrance of ink.
He was now on the third floor of the document courtyard.
At this time, there was no one in the courtyard.
Although this was the highest office in the Tibetan area, it was full of all kinds of books. There were no valuable items. Therefore, there was no one on duty.
Ye Fan walked slowly to the front of the bookshelves. He reached out and pulled out a few books. He flipped through them casually.
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat when he saw the books.
The words in the books were all in Tibetan! He didn't know a single word!
He was so muddle-headed that he even forgot about this!
What should he do? Ye Fan frowned and put the books back to their original place.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Fan suddenly had a bold idea.
Since he didn't know the Tibetan language, he would simply find the official in charge of this place and let him find it!
Anyway, he had the jade pendant that the crown prince gave him. Now was the time to use it!
The old eunuch had said that seeing the jade pendant was like seeing the crown prince. A mere local official would definitely not dare to disobey the order!
Thinking of this, Ye Fan walked down the stairs and slowly walked out of the stone building.
The two soldiers guarding the door were leaning against the stone wall and yawning. Suddenly, they saw a black robe and silver hair man slowly coming out of the door of the courtyard. He looked at the two of them with a strange smile!
Ye Fan's appearance made the two soldiers' hair stand on end. They were scared out of their wits and screamed, "Ah!"
They threw down the weapons in their hands, threw away their helmets and armor, and screamed for their lives!
In the middle of the night, a man with silver hair slowly came out of the closed door. Anyone would be scared out of their wits!
Looking at the two soldiers running for their lives, Ye Fan who came out of the door smiled.
It wouldn't be long before the highest official here appeared.
What he needed to do now was to wait here.
Sure enough, in less than the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, a group of people on horses came from afar.
Walking at the front were the two guards who were scared out of their wits.
Behind him were two officials, one Tibetan and one Chinese.
More than ten tall soldiers with hidden swords at their waists followed in formation.
What made Ye Fan not know whether to laugh or cry was that there was a tall red-clothed Lama with half his arm exposed!
It seemed that they really thought he was a ghost. Ye Fan thought to himself.
When they saw the black robed and silver haired Ye Fan standing at the door of the document courtyard, the two soldiers immediately pointed at Ye Fan and reported to the two officials in Tibetan.
The two officials were also stunned when they saw Ye Fan.
The two of them looked at the tall red-clothed Lama behind them.
The red-clothed Lama frowned and looked at Ye Fan. Then, he said a few words to the two officials in Tibetan.
The general meaning was that this was a person, not a ghost.
"Who are you? You actually used sorcery to barge into the document courtyard!" The official in Han official's robes asked Ye Fan sternly.
He saw that Ye Fan's black robe was not Tibetan, so he asked in Chinese.
Ye Fan did not answer. He took out the jade pendant the crown prince gave him and threw it to the official in Han official's robes.
The official in Han official's robes caught it and looked at the item in his hand suspiciously.
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