"I'll kill you, Brock!" Wang Bugui whispered to vent his anger.
Brock sent him to a toilet of an ordinary passenger plane. He couldn't go out now. It would be troublesome if the stewardesses discovered that there was an unexpected guest on the plane. He didn't have an ID card; it was smuggling. The unlucky Wang Bugui stayed all the way in the toilet before the plane landed, then he just dared to follow the crowd to get off the plane. During this time, a stewardess seemed to discover him, which pushed him to quickly turn around and rush out.
After that, he followed the crowd to continue to go out, and only then did he find out that he was at the Lhasa Gongga Airport. He asked a nearby person how far was the Kunlun Mountain from here. The man answered that more than 3,300 kilometers. Later, he remembered that the pounds he brought were useless. His deposit in the bank was also the pound. With a bitter smile, he could only run to the urban district of Lhasa first, praying for a warm-hearted person to help him there.
After asking how to get the urban district, Wang Bugui started running directly. He ran to the urban district at full speed for more than an hour, but he still couldn't get any car. He asked how to get to the Kunlun Mountain there, and was about to run to it directly. Fortunately, he heard that today a Tibetan army was heading for a place not far from the Kunlun Mountain. So he went to find the army immediately. When he ran out of the urban district, he found the army. He rushed to them with excitements, "Hello! Please wait! Can you help me? I need help!"
In the distance, a liberation army soldier heard him and replied, "Hello young man, I'm Qi Jianguo, a soldier of the People's Liberation Army stationed in Tibet. What can I do for you?"
"I want to go to the Kunlun Mountain. Can you take me along the way? I want to find someone important there. Please help me!" answered Wang Bugui. Qi Jianguo thought for a while, then uttered, "Young man, we're not going to the Kunlun Mountain, but we can accompany you to the Golmud City about 160 kilometers away from the Kunlun Mountain. We are going there. After you get there, you have to move on by yourself. We can tell you the route."
"Haha, okay. Thank you!" Wang Bugui felt so happy. He smiled like a neighboring boy, innocent and lively.
Qi Jianguo also smiled and responded, "No thanks, young man. Helping people is what we People's Liberation Army should do."
Then they got on a military vehicle and went to Golmud City. On the way, Wang Bugui had a cheerful chatting with the soldiers in the truck and had experienced the scenery of Tibet meanwhile. It was during the severe cold in Tibet now. The air was thin and the climate was bad. Everyone was wearing a military coat and cap, but they still felt cold.
Only Wang Bugui wore a white shirt and vest, with a black tuxedo outside. But he didn't feel cold. What was more, it was the first time he came here, but he had no altitude sickness, which made everyone feel very strange, because even a young soldier couldn't be so calm under such circumstances.
"Hey, young man, have you been here for the first time?" Qi Jianguo asked. Wang Bugui looked at the desolate landscape outside, answering, "Yes. I grew up abroad and came back recently. It's my first time here."
"Then you're really different. You're not afraid of coldness, and didn't get altitude sickness." Qi Jianguo deeply admired. Wang Bugui smiled, "I'm used to the chillness. As for the altitude sickness, I think it's because I have a good physique. Returning to China for the first time, I feel that hometown is good."
His words aroused the interests of the nearby soldiers. "You are right. Our country is strong, and will become better in the future," said a soldier proudly. The others began to laugh after those words.
Suddenly, Wang Bugui saw many people in the distance repairing something. They shouted slogans and worked hard. He asked Qi Jianguo what they were doing. Qi Jianguo said with a smile, "Haha, it's our pride. Our country's going to build a Qinghai-Tibet Railway in the worst environment in the world. Although it is very difficult, and even foreign countries are laughing at us, I still believe that we can succeed. We are to create a miracle!"
Wang Bugui looked at the long line of people, in addition to the words of Qi Jianguo, he felt a lot of power in his heart. He smiled and said, "Yes! Man's will, not heaven, decides!"
They chatted all the way, letting Wang Bugui felt good about the local customs and practices of the hometown he had never returned. A few days later they finally arrived in Golmud City. It was considered to be a very prosperous city in Tibet. There were special stalls for buying special products on the streets, and the scenery nearby was also very beautiful.
"We can only accompany you till here. See you again, young man!" Qi Jianguo said goodbye to Wang Bugui. Wang Bugui waved hand to him and responded, "Okay. Big Brother Qi, thank you! I wish you peace!"
Then he turned around and left. He felt that the jobs of the soldiers stationed in the frontiers were really not easy. It required too much determination to hold on to the post, and to guard the motherland and distant families in such a harsh environment all year round.
"Hey, come here if you want to go to the Kunlun Mountain. The price is fair, and I will introduce the view spots of the Kunlun Mountain for free." The far-off bus ticket seller was soliciting business.
"My God, oh no, my Queen! I can't use you here. How good it will be if you can be turned into red banknotes!" But Wang Bugui could only sigh. He had forgotten to remind the Azrael to exchange his pounds into RMB. In desperation, he quickly rushed out according to the line he asked. His physique was much stronger than the average people, and he had released a little blood vigor to supply his physical energy, so he could keep his full speed and would not speed down.
160 kilometers was not a long way for him. He moved at full speed, and after an hour, he had already run 50 kilometers. He did not stop until 100 kilometers. Running for 100 kilometers at a constant speed for two hours was his limit, so he had to sit on the ground, regaining his strength.
His stomach sounded. It was already late in the evening, and he hadn't had food yet. But he couldn't do hunting here.
After all, it was a wasteland here. He did not see any man during running the 100 kilometers. He was forced to look for food everywhere but did not see any animal after running around for a long while. When he had run for about 20 kilometers, he finally saw some figures, and it was already dark.
"Thanks, God!" Wang Bugui was about to get down to the ground.
Those people there were camping in the wild. They were firing a few Tibetan snow chickens. The roasted oil was bright, the meat flavor released, and the gravy flowed out, enticing Wang Bugui to rush like a hungry wolf.
"Hello, friend. I haven't...eaten anything for a day, and I've been running for a day. I have really run out of my energy. Please give me some food!" He slammed into the people and used his poor Chinese to beg while drooling. A young girl among them looked at him pitifully, and asked her father to give Wang Bugui a snow chicken.
Wang Bugui expressed his thanks immediately, then took the chicken over and began to bite it. The feeling of gravy on the tip of his tongue made him feel that this thing was so delicious. He had left behind all the British courtesy of eating with knives and forks. In addition, today he knew how bad British food was. He was keeping saying that the food there was unpalatable. He couldn't wait for a few minutes to finish eating.
"Such delicious food in the world! I really admire that British food can be so unpalatable." He touched his stomach and sighed. The person next to him asked, "You really come from the UK?"
"Yes. Today I found out how bad British food is." He answered with satisfaction. Later, they began to chat. After learning that he came here from Golmud City, everyone felt like facing a ghost. Wang Bugui just noticed that he almost disclosed his real identity. Thus, he went straight to the side and said that he was going to sleep, leaving the shocks and incomprehension of everyone.
The sun slowly rose, and the bleak Tibetan area ushered in a new day. Wang Bugui said goodbye to everyone and continued to go on his way. Only 30 kilometers left, and he was wildly excited to rush out. His over-understanding speed forced one to exclaim, "He runs so fast! He must be an Olympic athlete. It seems that he didn't boast yesterday."
"Olympic athletes can't run so fast! Unless a god!" The girl also marveled. After her words, her father also thought deeply for a while and said to himself, "He said that he was going to the Kunlun Mountain. Are there really cultivators in the world?"
Wang Bugui arrived where it was 10 kilometers away from the foot of the Kunlun Mountain, and finally saw the huge mountain. He found it was really majestic, and couldn't help but sigh that human beings were really as small as ants in front of nature. Then he put his heart and continued to run forward. He could finally see some figures not far from the Kunlun Mountain. After all, it was a view spot here.
It's true that a deity makes a mountain, not its altitude. People came here because of all kinds of legends. The Queen Mother of the West of the Jade Lake, the Kunlun Yuxu Palace, the Kunlun Divine Spring, etc. attracted countless people and believers to come to worship.
Immortals, did they really exist? Were there real cultivators in the world? These questions attracted people. Wang Bugui was finally close to them.