"I'll kill you, Bullock!" Wang Bugui vented his anger in a low voice.
It turned out that Bullock teleported him to an ordinary passenger plane, and he was still in the toilet. It's definitely not possible to go out now. It would be troublesome if the flight attendant found out that there was an extra person on the plane, and he didn't have an ID card. It was a real stowaway. The miserable Wang Bugui stayed in the toilet until the plane stopped and then followed the crowd out. During this period, the flight attendant seemed to look at him in confusion, which scared him and he quickly turned around and rushed out.
After getting off the plane, he followed the crowd out. When he came out, he found that this was Lhasa Gonggar Airport. Wang Bugui asked someone nearby how far it was from Kunlun Mountain, and the person replied that it was still more than 3,300 kilometers away. Later, he realized that the pounds he had brought were useless and his bank card was full of pounds. He could only smile bitterly and ran towards the city of Lhasa, praying that there would be kind-hearted people there to help him.
Wang Bugui asked for directions and started running straight away. It took him more than an hour to run to the city at full speed, but he still couldn't catch a ride. He was ready to ask for directions again and run directly to Kunlun Mountain. Fortunately, he heard that an army stationed in Tibet was going to a place not far from Kunlun Mountain today, and Wang Bugui hurriedly went out to look for it. Just as he was running outside the city, he spotted the army. Wang Bugui rushed up excitedly and said, "Hello! Please wait a moment! Can you help me? I need help!"
After hearing this, a People's Liberation Army soldier in the distance came towards him and said: "Hello, little comrade, I am Qi Jianguo of the People's Liberation Army stationed in Tibet. What help do you need?"
"I'm going to Kunlun Mountain. Can you take me there along the way? I want to go there to find very important people. Please help me." Wang Bugui said this. Qi Jianguo thought for a while and said: "Little comrade , although we are not going to Kunlun Mountain, we can send you to Golmud City, which is about 160 kilometers away from Kunlun Mountain, and we are going there. When you get there, you have to go by yourself, and we can tell you the route. "
"Haha, yes, thank you!" Wang Bugui was so happy. He smiled like a boy next door, innocent and lively.
Qi Jianguo also smiled and said: "You're welcome, little comrade, helping the people is what our People's Liberation Army should do."
Then they boarded a military vehicle and headed to Golmud. Along the way, Wang Bugui chatted very well with the soldiers in the vehicle, and also enjoyed the scenery of Tibet. It is a severe cold period here, the air is thin and the climate is harsh. Everyone is wearing military coats, but it still feels cold even if they wear military hats.
Only Wang Bugui was wearing a white shirt and vest, and a black tuxedo outside, but he didn't say it was cold. And he seemed to be in this area for the first time, but he didn't have any altitude sickness. This made everyone feel very strange, even a strong soldier could not be so calm.
"Hey, little brother, is this your first time here?" Qi Jianguo asked. Wang Bugui looked at the desolate scenery and said, "Well, I grew up abroad and just came back recently. This is also my first time here. .”
"Then you are really amazing. You are not afraid of the cold, and you don't have altitude sickness." Qi Jianguo was deeply impressed. Wang Bugui said with a smile: "I'm used to the cold. As for altitude sickness, I think it's because I have a good physique. Right. It’s the first time I’ve returned to China, and I feel like my hometown is still very good.”
These words caused the nearby soldiers to get excited, "That means our country is strong and will become better in the future." A soldier said proudly, and everyone laughed and chatted after hearing this.
Suddenly, Wang Bugui saw many people repairing something in the distance, shouting slogans and working hard. He asked Qi Jianguo what it was. Qi Jianguo smiled and said: "Haha, this is our pride. Our country is going to build a Qinghai-Tibet Railway in the harshest environment in the world. Although it is very difficult and even foreign countries are laughing at it, I believe we can succeed. We are To create a miracle!"
Wang Bugui looked at the long line of people and felt motivated in his heart after listening to Qi Jianguo's words. He smiled and said: "Yes, man can conquer heaven!"
They chatted all the way, which made Wang Bugui feel that the customs and customs of his hometown, which he had never returned to before, were very good. After a few days, they finally arrived in Golmud City. This is a very prosperous city in Tibet. You can see small stalls buying specialties on the street, and the scenery nearby is also very good.
"I'll send you here. Goodbye, little brother." Qi Jianguo said goodbye to Wang Bugui. Wang Bugui waved to him and said, "Well, brother Qi, thank you and wish you peace!"
Then he turned around and left. He felt that such soldiers stationed at the border were really rare. It takes a lot of determination to be able to stick to your post and protect your motherland and your family far away in such a harsh environment all year round.
"Hey, if you want to go to Kunlun Mountain, come here. The price is reasonable. I will also introduce Kunlun tourist attractions for free." A bus conductor in the distance was pulling people off the bus.
"Oh my God, oh no, Queen! I don't need you here, how nice it would be if you turned it into red banknotes for me." But Wang Bugui could only lament, and he forgot to remind Death to change the pounds into RMB. In desperation, he hurriedly followed the route he asked. Wang Bugui's body was much stronger than ordinary people, so he released a little blood to supply physical energy, so as to keep himself at full speed without falling.
160 kilometers was not far for him. He went at full speed and reached 50 kilometers in just one hour. He didn't stop until 100 kilometers. Running 100 kilometers at a constant speed for two hours was his limit. He sat on the ground to recover his strength.
"Gu~"
His stomach was rumbling. It was already evening and he hadn't eaten yet, but hunting was out of the question here.
There was nothing he could do, the place was deserted, and he ran for 100 kilometers without seeing a few people. He was forced to look for food everywhere, but he couldn't see any animals after walking around for a long time. After running frantically for about 20 kilometers, I finally saw a human figure. It was already dark.
"Thank God!" Wang Bugui almost fell to the ground.
The people there were camping in the wild. They lit a fire and roasted a few Tibetan snow chickens. The roasting oil was translucent and the meat was fragrant. The juices flowed out, tempting Wang Bugui to pounce on them like hungry wolves.
"Hello friends, I haven't eaten for a whole day. I've been traveling for another day and I'm really exhausted. Please give me something to eat." He rushed to those people and spoke in less than fluent Chinese. Drooling and begging, one of the young girls saw how pitiful he was and begged her father to give Wang Bugui a snow chicken.
Wang Bugui quickly thanked him, then took it and started to bite into it. The feeling of the meat juices spreading on the tip of his tongue made him feel that this thing was so delicious. The usual politeness of eating with a knife and fork in the UK was abandoned. In addition, he had just realized how terrible the food in the UK was today. He kept talking about how terrible the food there was, and finished it in a few minutes without caring about the image.
"The world is delicious. I really admire that British food can be so delicious." He touched his belly and sighed. The person next to him asked him: "Are you really back from England?"
"Well, I just realized today how unpalatable British food is." He replied with satisfaction, and then several people started chatting. When they learned that he actually came from Golmud, they all felt as if they had seen a ghost. Only then did Wang Bugui realize that he had slipped his words, so he hid aside and said he was going to sleep, leaving everyone shocked and puzzled.
The morning sun rose slowly, ushering in a new day in the desolate Tibetan area. Wang Bugui said goodbye to everyone and continued on the road. With 30 kilometers left, he ran away excitedly. The speed beyond comprehension caused one person to exclaim: "It's so fast. He must be an Olympic athlete. It seems that he was really not just bragging when he said he ran here yesterday."
"The Olympics are not so exaggerated, right? It's amazing." The girl also exclaimed. After hearing this, her father thought deeply for a while and said to himself: "He said he was going to Kunlun Mountain. Are there really people who are cultivators in this world?" ?"
Wang Bugui stood 10 kilometers away from the foot of Kunlun Mountain and finally saw this big mountain. He found that this mountain was really majestic. He couldn't help but lament that human beings were really as insignificant as ants in front of nature, and then he put his heart away and continued to run forward. When we arrived not far from Kunlun Mountain, we could finally see people. After all, this is a tourist attraction.
A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude. It's true, people come here because of the legends. The Queen Mother of the West in Yaochi, Kunlun Yuxu Palace, Kunlun Divine Spring, etc. attract countless people and believers to come and worship.
Fairy, do they really exist? Are there any true ascetics in this world? These are attracting people, and the king's return is finally approaching.