The three of us quietly slipped out of the tent, climbed up a hill not far ahead, and lay on the top of the hill to look down. There was moonlight tonight, and I saw a group of black shadows in the valley to the left. They were all people. Although I couldn't see how many there were, I could tell from the area that there were about twenty people.
They hurried to the southeast, which was the direction to the Yarlung Zangbo Grand Canyon. Needless to say, these people were Zhang Yunfeng and a group of evil magicians. They learned from me where the Sky Lantern was buried, and they couldn't wait to go there first. Why did he believe me? It's very simple. The things were moved away by my great grandfather. As a descendant of the Xi family, they must believe me when I say where it is.
Shen Bing said we can turn around and go to Yunnan tomorrow, right? I said not yet, Zhang Yunfeng is not stupid, he will leave people to monitor our every move. I looked at Qu Mo and said, "If Linghu is willing to take action to get rid of them, we can go back tonight."
Qu Mo flew down the hill without saying anything, and transformed while running, and disappeared in an instant. Shen Bing and I lay on the hilltop waiting, it was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the mountain wind was blowing. When we were about to turn into popsicles, Qu Mo came back. As expected, there were two people ambushing on a nearby hill, and they had been thrown into the small lake by Qu Mo.
Shen Bing and I looked at each other, and I felt a chill in my heart. What I meant by a solution was not to kill them, but the fox spirit didn't care about that. She was very indifferent to the life and death of people. In her eyes, killing bad guys was natural. But our era is no longer the era of killing people like grass. After all, it is a demon, and there is still a certain gap between the thinking of humans and evil.
We didn't say anything, we immediately went down the hill, woke up Wang Zijun and Lu Fei, and returned to Nima County that night, rented a car and drove to Lhasa. We drove more than 7 or 8 kilometers overnight, and finally arrived in Lhasa at around 10 o'clock in the morning, just in time to catch a flight to Kunming. We drove non-stop like this, and traveled thousands of miles in three days.
The Bailing Sect's lair is not in Kunming, so they would not be so stupid as to expose their target like this. It is said that the Bailing Sect is in the mountainous area of Zhaotong, which is relatively poor and is also the junction of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan provinces. It is a typical no-man's land. The magician has been hiding here for many years, which can be regarded as preserving the incense of the Bailing Sect.
In order to avoid Zhang Yunfeng's control of our whereabouts, we drove another 300 kilometers without stopping and entered the mountains of Zhaotong. The mountains are very magnificent and majestic, and it has just snowed, and the mountains and plains are like a silver armor. However, the residents here live in poverty, far less than the Yanghuai Village mentioned earlier and those backward mountain villages in Shanxi.
In the freezing temperature, we saw a series of dilapidated wooden houses with ventilation on all sides. The elderly and children were wearing worn-out cotton-padded jackets and sitting outside the door on the hillside to bask in the sun. Some children were still wearing single clothes and sandals. Seeing their little faces red from the cold, we felt so sad.
Although the Bailing Sect's lair is very hidden, it is easy to find. We followed an elder in the village to ask if there is a spirit boy nearby. The elder immediately told us that over the hill in front of us is Bailing Village. There is a famous Yin-Yang master in the village named Ma, who has a fairy boy at home.