This lama is nothing else. He is the esoteric monk Tsering Dorje who was subdued by Wu Zheng back then.

He saw Wu Youyou and Tang Ning, hurriedly snatched the torch from his disciples, stepped on the snow, and staggered to Wu Youyou in front of him. He looked at Zhuoga in Wu Youyou's arms in surprise, his lips trembled a few times, but no sound was made.

"Master, we sent Zhuoga back," said Wu Youyou, "She has blocked her qi meridians by blood stasis. Please prepare a clean place immediately so that we can heal her wounds."

Tsering Dorje came to his senses and nodded quickly, "Okay! OK... Thank you two donors! Thank you!"

He turned sideways and gave in, "Please!"

The lamas quickly made a way.

Wu Youyou held Zhuoga and led Tang Ning, and walked into the temple under the guidance of Tsering Dorje and the gaze of the lamas.

Tsering Dorje took them to the backyard, pointed to a Zen room and said, "This is where Zhuoga lived before. It has been empty for three years. Is it OK here?"

"Yes," Wu Youyou said.

"Okay!", Tsering Dorje clasped his hands together, "Please..."

Wu Youyou looked at him, then looked at the lamas holding torches, and led Tang Ning into the room.

Tang Ning closed the door.

Tsering Dorje knelt down tremblingly, raised his head with tears in his eyes, "Buddha, my disciple is guilty..."

He closed his eyes in pain, and tears flowed like a fountain.

Behind him, the lamas holding torches knelt down together.

Wu Youyou came to the bed, put Zhuo Ga on the bed, turned around and told Tang Ning, "She is a girl, I'm not convenient for me, come and heal her."

Tang Ning was stunned, "Me?"

"Yes!" Wu Youyou said, "Come on!"

Tang Ning glanced at Zhuo Ga on the bed, took a deep breath, and asked Wu Youyou, "What should I do?"

"Take off her clothes, press the top of her head with your hands, and visualize her left sole of her foot," Wu Youyou said, "When white frost appears on her body, you will change to visualize her right sole of her foot. After the white frost disappears, continue to visualize her left sole of her foot, and repeat it again and again until she vomits blood."

Tang Ning didn't understand the principle, but she believed in Wu Youyou and believed that as long as she did as he said.

"Okay!", she nodded.

Wu Youyou patted her arm, "I'll go outside first, and when she vomits blood, you'll call me."

"Yeah!", Tang Ning nodded.

Wu Youyou turned around and walked to the door, opened the door and walked out of the Zen room, and brought the door with her.

Tang Ning looked at Zhuoga, jumped onto the bed quickly, unbuttoned her clothes...

...

Seeing Wu Youyou come out, Tsering Dorje was stunned for a moment.

He wiped his tears and asked quickly, "Donor, why are you coming out?"

"Zhuoga is a girl, and it is inconvenient for me to heal her wounds," Wu Youyou said, "Don't worry, my girlfriend can cure her soon."

Tsering Dorje closed his hands in tears, lowered his head.

Wu Youyou looked at the lamas behind him, turned to look at the Zen room, and waited quietly.

At this time, Tibet is still cold.

This is at the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and it is extremely cold.

Wu Youyou was wearing thin clothes, standing in the wind and snow, still moving, with a calm expression.

He has strong internal energy, so he doesn't feel cold.

Tsering Dorje was afraid that he would be frozen, so he stood up tremblingly, trying to take off his monk's robe and put it on him.

Wu Youyou saw his thoughts and smiled at him, "No, thank you Master."

Tsering Dorje's heart trembled.

Why is this smile so familiar...

He suddenly thought of someone...

"Little donor, you... your surname?" he asked tentatively.

"My name is Wu Youyou," said Wu Youyou.

"Wu Youyou...", Tsering Dorje's eyes lit up, "Your surname is Wu?! Then do you know Master Wu Zheng who knows Shangjing?!"

Wu Youyou was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly, "I haven't seen it before."

"Oh..." Tsering Dorje was a little disappointed.

Wu Youyou turned around and looked at the Zen room, "He is my father, but I have never seen him."

Tsering Dorje was stunned for a moment and asked in a trembling voice, "You... are the son of Mr. Wu Zheng?!"

Wu Youyou nodded.

Tsering Dorje was crying, and he quickly knelt down and put his hands together, "It's saved! Zhuoga is saved!"

"Are you my father's friend?" Wu Youyou asked.

"No! We are not friends," Tsering Dorje said excitedly, "Master Wu Zheng is my master. He enlightened me and saved me from the devil's path. He is my master, my master..."

Wu Youyou turned around and looked at him, thought for a moment, then turned back, and continued to look at the Zen room.

Tsering Dorje knelt devoutly, wiping his tears while laughing, and muttering to himself, "Okay, now, the master's son is here, Zhuoga is saved, we are all saved..."

Wu Youyou breathed lightly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Tsering Dorje didn't dare to talk.

The yard suddenly became quiet.

Waited for about ten minutes.

Tang Ning opened the door and said to Wu Youyou, "She vomited blood!"

"Have you woke up?" Wu Youyou asked.

Tang Ning shook his head.

Tsering Dorje's heart trembled and he looked at Wu Youyou nervously.

Wu Youyou pondered for a moment and quickly walked into the Zen room.

Tang Ning looked at Tsering Dorje and the lamas in the yard and closed the door.
Chapter completed!