At breakfast, Cha Wenbin looked at the other three. Chaozi's parents were dead, Zhuo Xiong's parents were dead, and Dashan was like himself, not even knowing who his parents were. Could it be that this was really a free arrangement in the underworld, forcing a group of people who were originally unrelated to gather together?

  At noon, Old Wang took them into a small conference room again. He briefly reported a place name that made everyone feel a thrill. This is a place full of legends but no one has been able to cross it completely until now. It's a place where countless classics have been mentioned but also the least known place. It's the birthplace of Chinese ancient civilization and the source of myths, which is: Kunlun.

  Kunlun Mountains, also known as Kunlun Xu, China's First Sacred Mountain, Ancestor of All Mountains, Kunlun Qiu or Jade Mountain. The Kunlun Mountains, due to their towering height, formed a natural barrier between ancient China and the West, and were considered by the ancient Chinese to be the edge of the world.

  Legend has it that Mount Kunlun is one million, one thousand, one hundred and fourteen steps, two feet six inches high. Below it lies the Weak Water that cannot float a feather, surrounded by the Blazing Mountain where divine trees grow with flames that never extinguish. The peak of Mount Kunlun is the Imperial Capital of the Yellow Emperor, guarded by the Qilin beast at the gate.

  In ancient mythology, the Kunlun Mountains were inhabited by a goddess named "Xiwangmu", with a human head and leopard body, served by two green birds. She is a orthodox deity of Taoism, in charge of guiding men and women to immortality together with Dongwanggong.

  Everything about this place is mysterious, and the information Old Wang got was that they need to go find an ancient altar, where the person said that the sun and moon double wheels will send the chosen ones to their original destination.

  Looking at these two things brought back by himself, Zha Wenbin couldn't say what kind of taste he had in his heart. He made a request: "I want to see the person you mentioned."

  "Uh..." Old Wang's face showed some embarrassment.

  "Am I not even allowed to know who I am risking my life for?" Zhang Wenbin said coldly.

  "Alright, I'll go try it out. You guys wait for me." Old Wang closed the door, his heart feeling extremely complicated. He himself also wanted to know, but did he have this opportunity?

  Not long after, Old Wang came back, and he brought another person with him, that middle-aged man.

  "Mr. Cha, I'm sorry, but for the time being, none of us can see him. I think if you all manage to come back alive this time, he wants you to be able to clear up all your doubts."

  "Are those who pretend to be gods and ghosts afraid to see people?" Chaozi said with some disdain.

  "No, it's because of him." The middle-aged man pointed at Old Wang.

  Old Wang pointed at himself in an incredulous manner and asked: "Me?"

  "To save you, he spent a lot of effort, so let's wait and see. That person hasn't made a move in many years, and the organization has countless people dying every year, with many more important than you, yet I've never seen him show up, I think this is also because of Mr. Cha's relationship." The man said this while looking at Cha Wenbin. "Also, the equipment and weapons will be provided when you arrive, guides and contacts have already been arranged, everyone get ready, we'll depart in the afternoon."

  Old Wang looked at Cha Wenbin with some incredulity, then examined himself from head to toe and asked: "Was I seriously injured back then?"

  Lost a soul, lost a spirit. At that time, I was powerless to do anything, and even now, I still can't find a way to break the spell. You've become a vegetable. Opening the door, Zha Wenbin walked out and looked at the bright sunshine outside, saying: "You're really very formidable."

  In the afternoon, Cha Wenbin's men had already been taken away by those people, so except for him, everyone else was lightly armed. The plane landed in a very remote place, which is located at the junction of Qinghai and Gansu provinces. Chaozi and Zhuo Xiong seemed to have returned to their military uniform days as soon as they got off the plane, and they had too much feeling for this place.

  On the plateau, the best modern means of transportation is still an off-road vehicle. The person in charge of receiving them is called Lao Dao. Perhaps he has been active in this area for many years, his face is dark, and his skin is very rough, with more vicissitudes. This kind of vicissitude cannot be left by the marks of time, but relies on life-and-death battles. Chaozi locked eyes with him and immediately determined that he was a former soldier who had killed people!

  There were two off-road vehicles parked in the base, and Lao Dao asked: "Who among you can drive?"

  Chaozi took over the key and said: "I will."

  Lao Dao gave a glance at Chao Zi, and with his experience, he could naturally tell that there were still several trained individuals among the group. However, he still spoke in a tone that was almost arrogant: "Alright, you all follow me. The orders I received are to be fully responsible for your safety during this operation. Mr. Cha can freely dispatch us five people. Also, in the trunk, there is the equipment each of you needs. Our camp is at a herdsman's house outside Wild Ox Gorge, where our guide will meet us. It's getting late, let's set off."

  Chaozi thought his driving skills were not bad, but compared to Lao Dao, he was obviously inferior. The bumpy and muddy road made everyone feel like vomiting, but if the car in front hadn't deliberately slowed down from time to time, Chaozi probably wouldn't have been able to see its taillights at all.

  The night on the plateau was extremely cold, and as soon as they opened the car door, they felt that biting chill. One by one, they followed Old Knife into a small house with rich Tibetan ethnic style, where the host had been waiting at the door with steaming hot butter tea in hand.

  This family, although living in the Tibetan area, is indeed a genuine Han Chinese family. Here they met their guide, a slender but sharp-eyed young man named Zheruo, and the elderly man who came to greet them was his grandfather.

  This is where they camped tonight, surrounded by bonfires, drinking warm butter tea, eating tsampa made from highland barley, and a whole sheep roasted to golden brown on the fire.

  Zhe Luo's grandfather cut off a piece of meat from the leg of lamb and handed it to Cha Wenbin. Although they were Han people, in their vague customs, they also continued the Tibetan tradition, where the first slice of meat is offered to the most precious guest.

  As they ate and drank, the conversation grew more lively, with Zhēi Luó's grandfather doing most of the talking.

  His old home was originally in Xiangxi, during the turbulent years of war and chaos, he and Zheruo's grandmother brought their family to settle here, although the natural conditions were harsh, but the Tibetan people were very friendly, so this family lived a nomadic life.

  Later, Zheruo's father became a soldier and married a Tibetan girl. When Zheruo's mother was seven months pregnant, his father went on a mission to draw maps but something unexpected happened, and only his mount, a dark red horse, returned.

  Chaozi was deeply understanding, in his military career, such similar accidents had occurred too many times, and many people were forever buried silently in the depths of the snowy mountains. They didn't even receive the Republic's Medal of Honor, because the highest honor was to merge with the snowy mountains.

  Zhe Luo has been herding with his grandfather since he was a child, and is very familiar with the terrain and mountains in this area. He is also very brave and skilled with a gun, having single-handedly led a flock of cattle and sheep to safety while facing a pack of wolves. As Zhe Luo's grandfather has grown older, he can only rely on his grandson to take over as guide.

  The four people brought by Lao Dao didn't say a word all night, they just quietly listened to the old man's story, and even at the thrilling parts, their faces would slightly twitch. Cha Wenbin knew that only shared experiences could produce heartfelt resonance, this group of people were not simple!

  Everyone agreed to enter the mountain early the next day. The place they needed to go could only be reached on foot, and it was just a rough range, so they took their sleeping bags and rested early.

  The night was very quiet, except for the occasional howling of wolves and barking of dogs, only the flames that had risen from the fire beside me were still burning fiercely.

  Chaozi tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, unable to sleep, and asked softly: "Wenbin brother, are you asleep?"

  "Uh, something up?"

  "I couldn't sleep. What are these people doing? I think we're too easily fooled, and they just brought us to this godforsaken place."

  "I don't know, go to sleep, you'll naturally find out when the time comes." Zhang Wenbin touched the sun wheel on his chest, and a warmth began to spread gradually.

  Daybreak, Zheruo Grandpa prepared food for them, but they were all high-calorie. Life in the Tibetan Plateau was very harsh, but people were very down-to-earth, just like their food, simple but enough to keep warm.

  Lao Dao looked at his watch and shouted: "It's getting late, we can set off now. How about it, Mr. Cha?"

  Cha Wenbin had no opinion, because he didn't even know what he was here for. Last night, he kept thinking about his own life story. As a Taoist priest, he couldn't believe that he didn't know his own eight characters for so many years. Cha Wenbin felt a bit sad, because in his memory, his master was always drunk and wandering around, or sleeping soundly at home, and it was really hard to see how he could be related to these people.

  Lao Dao brought people to open the trunk of the car and took out a large package of equipment, from shoes to clothes, from food to medicine, from compass to tactical flashlight, from dagger to assault rifle. This time's equipment is more complete than before.

  Lao Dao tossed one of the packages to Chao Zi and asked, "Can you handle it?"

  Chaozi deftly pulled back the bolt of his gun, raising an eyebrow in response to Lao Dao.

  Xiang Ze Luo carried an old hunting rifle on his back, which was said to have been brought by his grandfather from Xiangxi. It's unknown whether the rifling inside had worn out or not. Everyone's clothing looked very bulky, and their backpacks were stuffed to the brim. When entering such a place, it's better to be prepared with more supplies, as the unpredictability of the snowy mountains was even greater than that of the vast ocean.

  Facing the rising sun, this group of people walked towards the depths of the distant mountain valley, leaving behind Zhe Luo's grandfather's increasingly small figure still kneeling on the ground praying for them.

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