Along the way, I gained a comprehensive understanding and recognition of the Tatar Black Shamans.
Their arts were unorthodox, leaning toward left-hand paths.
Meanwhile, the Tatar White Shamans tended toward sacrificial arts and Zhu You Healing Art.
Yet good and bad, righteous and white, could be found everywhere.
The only special exception were the dogs on the island of Japan. The Nine Chrysanthemum Sect, which held the most and largest beliefs within the island, did not have a single good thing among them...
Because of the long distance, I only stopped the car once midway. After resting for ten minutes, we hit the road again.
We departed around eleven o'clock at noon, and arrived in the Qingcheng region at half past two.
When we reached Hass Village, it was precisely three o'clock...
Just as I prepared to park the car, Real Person Yupo signaled me to drive forward and then spoke:
"Drive forward and don't get out. There should be a Mongolian hand-grasped meat restaurant ahead; just drive the car right inside when you reach the place."
Hearing Real Person Yupo put it that way, I obediently drove over.
Although this place was a village, it felt like a small town.
There weren't many pedestrians around, but there were plenty of local characteristics.
And right beside this Hass Village stood a continuous range of towering mountains.
That should be the Great Green Mountain, belonging to the middle section of the Yin Mountains...
Before long, I saw a hand-grasped meat restaurant truly appear ahead.
It was called Jiji Hand-Grasped Meat.
"Senior Yupo, just like this?"
"This is it. Drive straight in before getting out."
Hearing Yupo say this, I drove the car right over.
The main gate was open. As soon as I drove straight inside, a female waitress came over