Tomb Raiding: The Bloodline of Dragons and Snakes, Starting from the Kunlun Divine Palace

“Don’t worry about that.” Wu Yutian demonstrated on a congested road.

“Look at the drivers in front. When there’s a traffic jam, they all veer a little to the left to see the cars in front. But when all the cars in front pile up like that, the cars are all veered into the middle of the road and their view is blocked.”

"We only need to shift slightly to the right to get a clear view of the traffic jam ahead. This car is agile; as long as we maintain a good distance from the car in front, we can quickly steer to overtake when needed."

The third-generation Toyota Hiace was a van model produced by Toyota from 1982 to 1989.

Starting with this generation, the Toyota Hiace has flooded Southeast Asia, Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, with these van-like vehicles everywhere.

At that time, in addition to Japan, Great Britain, Hong Kong, and Macau also drove on the left. Therefore, Hong Kong gangsters especially liked to drive this kind of car, which could carry both people and goods and was very flexible in the bustling city.

"Don't underestimate these small wheels; they can run faster than the large wheels of domestically produced trucks." When it comes to vehicles, Wu Yutian is quite the expert.

“It’s okay,” Shirley Yang comforted her. “Although the United States drives on the right, I’ve traveled all over the world and lived in England, Hong Kong, and Malaysia. I can get used to driving on the right. When you get tired, we can switch driving.”

“Hey, there’s more than one of us men here,” Hu Bayi reminded everyone in the middle row. “Although I’m not a driver, I’m in the engineering department, and it’s common for me to take turns driving with the drivers.”

"Ah, that's great! You and Brother Tian driving together is a perfect match!" Fatty Wang chuckled, moving to the back seat. "I'll just enjoy myself for a bit and lie down and sleep in the back!"

Wu Yutian and Shirley Yang exchanged a smile. With the fat man sleeping, there was one less third wheel.

However, Hu Bayi kept a close eye on the two of them from the second row, thus forming a love triangle.

This doesn't seem like a perfect triangle; it's more like a love triangle.

Because the Fatty and Hu Bayi have such different appearances, when they teamed up with Shirley Yang, it was a case of men and women working together to make the work easier.

But now Wu Yutian is also a handsome and attractive man, so Shirley Yang's heart naturally stirred.

Hu Bayi was too embarrassed to say it, but he knew perfectly well what was going on in his mind.

She just hoped that Wu Yutian would get tired and she could become the driver, sitting side by side with Shirley Yang.

Wu Yutian saw through Hu Bayi's thoughts and gave him a chance to show off, so the two of them each spent half a day.

Once Hu Bayi got his hands on the steering wheel, he could see Shirley Yang's eyes when he turned his head, and she immediately started talking again.

"Only in the Tibetan poem 'The Martial Merit of the Invincible Jewel King,' which is sung by the heavenly poets, are there some detailed records about the Demon Kingdom."

"The so-called 'divinely gifted singers' actually refers to a group of people in Tibet who were not initially gifted."

"Because of a serious illness or a great dream, one may suddenly have the ability to memorize millions of words of poetry, as if enlightened."

"Among them, the main ones are heroic epics about King Gesar."

"Considering that these people's dreamlike experiences seem as if they were instructed by God, they have gradually come to believe that it was a divine gift."

Upon hearing this, both Fatty Wang and Shirley Yang were amazed and marveled at the wonder of all things.

"I need to get a good night's sleep too, fat guy. Maybe when I wake up I'll have a sudden epiphany and become a divinely inspired poet, hehe!"

When Wu Yutian was alone in the middle row, he also pretended to doze off.

He was sitting cross-legged in his chair at that moment.

He was circulating the "Dragon and Snake Heart Method," absorbing the sparse primordial energy between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the crimson dragon tattoo on his chest seemed to breathe, sometimes emitting a dark red halo, and sometimes settling down, as if possessed by a divine dragon.

However, the temperature inside the car rose a few degrees due to the flow of Qi generated by breathing.

After a long while, Wu Yutian finally opened his eyes, a glint of cyan flashing in his gaze.

This is the mark of the Teng Snake.

He extended his left hand, and with a thought, he circulated his innate Qi. Instantly, golden runes appeared on the surface of his skin, containing immense power.

"Judging from my current cultivation progress, I have already reached the peak of the Dragon Arms and Snake Waist realm. I only need one more opportunity to step into the Dragon Body and Snake Form realm, achieve minor success in cultivation, and have a defense as strong as a dragon and an attack as swift as a snake!"

Wu Yutian thought to himself, and then dispersed the innate Qi in his hands, and everything returned to calm.

At that moment, looking out at the vast night outside the car window, he couldn't help but think of the divinely inspired poet he was about to meet.

Chapter 36: Arrival in Tibet, Meeting the Poet on the First Day of the Trial

Starting from Kyoto, the journey passes through the northern provinces.

Then, it descends diagonally southwestward along the vast Central Mongolian grasslands.

Two days later.

We entered the Sichuan-Tibet Highway 318, then drove across the border of western Sichuan, and it took another half a day.

The surrounding scenery was completely renewed, as if a book had been turned over.

The scenery between heaven and earth suddenly opened up.

An hour earlier, everyone had been driving cautiously on the narrow road that seemed to be embedded in the mountainside.

And this moment.

Yet, a purplish-red sunset could already be seen in the distance.

The surrounding mountains seemed to have been pushed aside, stretching far into the distance.

The unique scenery of this foreign land also touched the hearts of Wu Yutian and the others.

"Ya la suo..." Hu Bayi hummed a Tibetan folk song as he drove.

Wu Yutian rested one hand on the outside of the window, feeling the unusually biting wind blowing outside.

And so it went on for another two hours.

Hu Bayi, still gripping the steering wheel, was determined not to let Wu Yutian take over his shift.

Then it drove for another hour.

After passing through the flat terrain, the road into Tibet became winding and undulating again.

In the distance, yaks and goats graze on the mountainside.

Nearby, some kind-hearted Tibetans were resting by the roadside.

A river, resembling a jade belt, flows gently, rippling with white waves like fish scales.

As we continued our journey, the altitude steadily increased.

The group of people also began to experience mild altitude sickness.

"Oh dear, I'm actually getting a little carsick. What's wrong with me?" Fatty Wang, who had been lying down in the back seat, had to sit up now.

“Altitude sickness, you’ll get even more dizzy lying down like that,” Hu Bayi said, looking at the fat man in the rearview mirror. “You idiot, you sleep for more than ten hours a day, it’s time to wake up.”

"I was just bored." Fatty Wang stretched and felt a little more comfortable.

Shirley Yang remained silent, clearly struggling with altitude sickness.

"Just one more hour, and we'll reach our destination before dark. The Tibetans there have special herbs to treat altitude sickness." Hu Bayi showed no sign of slowing down; instead, he stepped on the gas, hoping to finish this stretch quickly.

After driving along this route for more than 90 kilometers, Hu Bayi stopped the car.

"We've arrived." Wu Yutian also noticed an old man by the roadside who seemed to be waiting for everyone.

This person was dressed entirely in the attire of Tibetan Buddhist Tantric practitioners.

Wearing a felt hat, with a thin and bony figure, and with his eyes lowered, he stood quietly by the roadside.

Hu Bayi parked the car and walked over first.

"Are you Hu Bayi, benefactor?"

"It is indeed me, and behind me are my brothers. We encountered a landslide on the way and were delayed. We apologize for keeping you waiting." Hu Bayi invited everyone to get down and rest.

"Please follow me, everyone. Night is approaching, and a heavy snowstorm is coming." The old lama looked at the sky and was relieved that everyone had arrived in time.

After walking along the mountain path for another twenty minutes, the old lama stood at the temple gate, turned around and said.

"arrive."

What comes into view is a cluster of Tibetan Buddhist buildings built on a gentle mountain slope.

The temple occupies a small area, but upon closer inspection, it contains nearly a hundred rooms, making the most of the space.

A young novice monk was approaching.

"Please come with my little apprentice to rest for a while, I'll go prepare some herbs."

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A few minutes later.

Inside a room of the Lama temple, everyone was gathered around a brazier.

The flames flickered, their light shimmering on the faces of the people around them.

It was snowing heavily outside, and a strong wind was blowing.

Some of the relics in the house emitted strange sounds.

It sounded like monks chanting sutras, and even the low growls of strange beasts were mixed in.

The old lama had already brewed the herbal medicine and made Wang Pangzi and Shirley Yang drink it.

Fatty Wang immediately felt much better.

Shirley Yang nodded slightly, indicating that she was alright.

This time, everyone came to find the Heavenly-Sent Singing Poet.