C89 (2/2)
I spread out my hands. ”This was originally a gamble. It is good that Daoist Master Dao Tomb can go. If he doesn't go …” Then I can only fight with my life on the line. Moreover, I didn't give them to you for nothing. ”Haha!”
I felt relieved for myself, but Fatty Lei disapproved and followed closely behind me, ”You're still a direct disciple, but you really want to give the [Psychic's Secrets] to that crazy old man. You're committing treason by deceiving your master, giving our sect's secret scriptures to the outer sect.”
I tilted my head to look at Fatty Lei, this grandson knows quite a lot, he could even say something like cheating on teacher and exterminating the ancestors. I stopped my steps and turned around to look at Seventh Uncle.
Seventh Uncle was stunned at first, then smiled in relief, ”Eh …” You brat, you actually dared to lie to my master, not bad! The Spirit Concealment Method could not be seen by outsiders, and it was even harder for outsiders to know about it, let alone cultivate. ”Haha!”
Seventh Uncle laughed, so did Fatty Lei, who put a hand on my shoulder. ”Heh, you're quite smart at this critical moment. Say it!” Head disciple of the Spirit Channeling Sect, where should we go next? ”
Inner Mongolia!
That night, we arrived in the western part of Inner Mongolia. The Badanjilin Desert is one of the four great deserts of China. The precipitation is less than 40 mm, but there are more than 100 lakes in the desert. The towering sand mountains, the mysterious sand, the tranquil lakes and wetlands, constitute the unique and charming landscape of the Badanjilin Desert, attracting tens of thousands of visitors from all over the world to visit every year.
Since it's a tourist attraction, it's definitely not the place we're looking for. The desert covers an area of 47 thousand square kilometers, and the more sparsely populated the place is our destination.
That night, we stayed in the Alashan Right Banner, a yurt for nomadic people. The nomadic people ate wherever they could, bringing cattle and sheep with them, migrating all the way to the edge of the desert. This family didn't enter the desert, it was just a temporary residence.
We paid the rent, and the family set up a small yurt for us to live in for two days, eating and drinking together.
Chagamba, the owner of this family, was a Mongolian man of about forty years of age. The family of six had three children raised by the couple, and Chagamba's old father lived with them in a nomadic life.
They lived in poverty and depended on grazing for a living. Fatty Lei wanted money, so he gave him two thousand yuan, saying that he would roast the whole sheep for dinner. Big brother Che Gan looked at the two thousand yuan bill, his eyes were straight, his simple personality refused to take any more money, so he insisted on giving Fatty Lei a thousand yuan.
A whole roasted lamb was already in the city, which ranged from 800 to 1300. Fatty Lei was definitely rich after giving him 2,000 yuan, and a sheep was even less valuable in the hands of a nomad. Even the price of one hand was the price of a cabbage, so 2000 yuan was almost half a year's worth of income for his family.
I walked forward and pushed the money to Cha Gan Ba. ”I'll be troubling you for the next two days. You must accept this money.”
Chakamba was a typical Mongol, with flat cheekbones, small eyes, thick lips, and a face full of vicissitudes. He had a rough appearance, but he gave the impression of being steady and friendly.
It's not that I don't feel sorry for the money, because it was the fat thunder who offered it, I was just doing him a favor. Also, this unlucky bastard will bring disaster wherever he goes, I'm afraid that he will bring misfortune to this family.
The fatigue of the past few days was obvious. He crawled into the yurt and fell asleep as soon as he lifted his eyes, listening to the happy cheers of the children outside.
When I woke up, there was a bonfire lit outside. Seventh Uncle and Fatty Lei were busy making preparations. I slightly opened one of my eyelids, and saw Yin Jie sitting not far in front of me, flipping through his phone.
I wanted to get up and say hello, but there was something wrong with Yin Fu's expression. His fingers kept poking at the screen, and the frequency of his tapping made me realize that things were not going well. I kept quiet and raised my head slightly.
I couldn't help but get interested. The chat went by quickly, the messages going up one by one, and Yin Jia's reply was simple and clear, with only one word or two words. Who was giving him this order? Chief? A spy infiltrated by the Intelligence Section?