Chapter 226: Go to the West to Invite the Buddha

In the golden autumn of October, snow fell in the capital.

Many people in Beijing found this incredible.

Because in previous years, the first snow in Beijing would not arrive until November.

Tiananmen Square, Badaling Great Wall and everything were covered in snow.

It gives people a feeling of being in a white dream world.

But this kind of silence does not make people feel good.

A breakfast stall somewhere in Haidian.

"Ouch!"

A young man fell heavily and fell into the thick snow.

The owner of the breakfast stall is a middle-aged woman in her forties.

She hurriedly and carefully walked over to help him, "Young Master, are you okay?"

The young man struggled to get up and cursed: "What kind of weather is this? It's been snowing hard for four or five days. Some people's houses have collapsed, and the snow hasn't stopped yet."

The lady boss looked at the deserted breakfast stall and sighed, "Oh my god, it snows non-stop and ordinary people can't survive."

The young man cursed a few more times, then bought breakfast and went back.

This severe snowstorm is rare in a century.

at first.

Everyone thought it was just a cold front from Siberia.

It was an accidental snowfall.

However, no one expected that the heavy snow would last for three to five days.

It snows heavily every day.

There is no rest day and night.

This snowfall created the highest record of continuous snowfall in the capital city in the past 148 years.

The snowfall reached a terrifying 60 mm.

The capital city experienced a traffic paralysis that had not occurred in a century.

Snowfall is not equal to snow accumulation.

Generally speaking, a snowfall of 30 mm is considered a heavy snowstorm.

With the current snowfall of 60 mm, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a super blizzard.

In some of the yards that were not cleaned properly, the snow accumulated to a height of eighty or ninety centimeters.

The most important thing is that not only was there such a heavy snowstorm in the capital, but also in the nearby Beihe River.

Although assistance was provided from all over the country, the heavy snow continued and no one could do anything about it.

Aerospace, third floor of the headquarters building.

Professor Zhang, wrapped in a thick down jacket, rubbed his hands and walked inside, "Oh my god, I'm freezing."

Professor Cheng glanced at him and said, "If it doesn't work, stay here so you don't have to run back and forth and get into trouble."

Professor Zhang said unhappily, "You old man just want me to get into trouble."

Professor Cheng smiled and said, "I don't expect that. You are just imagining things."

Just chatting.

A well-mannered elderly man wearing glasses walked in.

He was followed by dozens of scientific research team members.

Everyone greeted him as soon as they saw him.

"head."

"Morning, Mr. Yu."

“Why are there so many people?”

Professor Zhang, Professor Cheng, Professor Wang and more than a dozen others looked over.

The person who came was their immediate superior, Deputy Commander-in-Chief Yu Jieming.

Yu Jiming responded to everyone, then clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, "Everyone be quiet, I'll say a few words."

Professor Zhang, Professor Cheng and dozens of new researchers all stood in line.

Yu Jiming stood in front of the crowd and said, "I just received news that Mr. Fang will come to Beijing in the next few days, and the project will be officially launched in no more than a month. I will transfer some new colleagues from other places to you, Lao Zhang and Lao Cheng. You will get to know each other later. I hope you can cooperate with Mr. Fang and do your job well."

"know."

"Don't worry."

"We must cooperate with Mr. Fang."

Professor Zhang, Professor Cheng and others answered with full energy.

Yu Jiming gave a few more instructions and then said goodbye to everyone.

As soon as the person in charge left, Professor Zhang and Professor Cheng briefly introduced themselves to the new colleagues.

"Hello, hello, Professor Zhang. I have admired you for a long time. Today I finally meet you in person."

One of the men, who was in his forties, shook Professor Zhang’s hand as if he were meeting his idol and introduced himself: “My name is Huang Yansheng.”

Professor Zhang exclaimed, "You were in charge of the Mars rover grassroots project last time, right?"

Huang Yansheng said modestly: "It's me, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

On the other side, Professor Cheng was also surrounded by a group of people and was bragging about him.

"Professor Cheng, I have admired you for a long time."

"Professor Cheng, our university will have an aerospace lecture next year. Would you be able to come to our university and give us some advice if you have time?"

"Professor Cheng..."

Soon, everyone became familiar with each other.

At this time, Huang Yansheng, the leader of the new team, asked: "Professor Zhang, Professor Cheng, what preparations should we start today?"

Dozens of other people also looked at the two old professors expectantly.

They used to work on relatively grassroots projects.

This time I was able to enter the core layer of the project.

Naturally, everyone wants to show their skills.

However, what the group of people didn't expect was that Professor Zhang waved his hand and said, "Don't be busy."

Huang Yansheng was a little dumbfounded. "Ah? For such a big project, no preliminary work is done?"

Another female researcher named Ma, who is in her thirties, was also confused. “Shouldn’t we do the necessary preliminary work such as preparing the rocket, monitoring the weather environment, and checking the communication and navigation systems?”

The rest of the people were also confused.

Professor Wang covered his hands with the teacup, smiled and said, "No, we won't launch a rocket this time. We just need to wait until the Mars rover is debugged."

As he spoke, he smacked his lips and said, "In my opinion, there is no need for a Mars rover. We can just get a high-pixel camera and prepare some equipment, and let Fang Zhen... Mr. Fang help photograph the Martian landscape and collect samples."

New researcher Sun Xiaoji almost burst out in anger. "How can we send the rover to Mars without launching a rocket? And if we don't use the rover, how can we study the environmental conditions, deep structure, geological evolution, surface physical environment and structure of the Martian atmosphere, as well as climate change on the surface of Mars?"

Professor Cheng laughed and said, "That's because you don't know how powerful Mr. Fang is. Let me tell you a little bit..."

"Wait!" Professor Zhang stretched out his hand to stop Professor Cheng and looked at everyone, "You all signed a confidentiality agreement, right?"

"Signed."

“How could such a big project not be signed?”

Wang Yansheng, Ms. Ma, Sun Xiaoji and others responded to him.

"It's fine as long as you sign a confidentiality agreement."

Professor Zhang nodded slightly, turned his head to look at Professor Cheng, and said, "Old Cheng, you should tell them in detail, so that they don't accidentally offend the sacred when Master Fang comes."

sacred?

What is sacred?

Wang Yansheng and others were puzzled by what they heard.

It was not until Professor Cheng recounted in detail what they had seen Master Fang do that Ms. Ma, Sun Xiaoji and dozens of other new researchers all felt their hair stand on end.

At first, many people thought that Professor Cheng was just talking nonsense and teasing them.

But I saw that Professor Cheng, Professor Zhang, Professor Wang and others all had serious expressions on their faces.

Wang Yansheng, Ms. Ma and others then realized that Professor Cheng was not joking!

After making sure that Professor Cheng was not joking, Sun Xiaoji and his group of dozens of newly arrived scientific researchers were all so shocked that they stood there speechless.

Are there really such divine beings in the world?

Wang Yansheng, Ms. Ma and others couldn't believe it.

Yes, even though they were sure that Professor Cheng, Professor Zhang and others were not joking, they still didn't dare to believe it in their hearts.

At the same time, this group of newcomers couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation.

They really wanted to see whether Master Fang, who Professor Cheng described as having all-powerful magical powers, was really that powerful.

…

Lu family.

Lu Tingsong's eyes were bloodshot as he ran back from outside with a staggering step.

A group of Lu family younger generations quickly gathered around to help.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"Grandpa, you haven't been back for a few days. Go in and have a good rest."

"Brother, are you okay?"

Lu Laosan and Lu Tingsong's son, niece, and others all looked concerned.

Lu Tingsong waved his hand and walked inside while saying, "This snowstorm is very serious. I have to go to the front line to take charge. I will come back today to get some clothes. I may not come back in the next few days."

His son Lu Guoxue was anxious, "Dad, you haven't had a good sleep for two or three days. How can your body bear it if it continues like this?"

"We have to keep busy even if we are exhausted. This is our mission."

Lu Tingsong looked worried. "We got news from the weather monitoring department that this severe snowstorm may continue for more than ten days. The situation is worse than we imagined. Even Mr. Long has come out in person, so how can we not try our best?"

Lu Laosan, Lu Guoxue and others remained silent.

Yes, the impact of this severe snowstorm is really terrible.

The entire capital city and Beihe were shrouded in the shadow of a severe snowstorm.

Many houses in the countryside collapsed.

Various cities were also severely affected.

If the rescue is not done well, who knows what will happen?

Therefore, Lu Laosan, Lu Guoxue and others stopped persuading Lu Tingsong.

A group of people followed him into the inner courtyard.

As soon as Lu Tingsong stepped into the house, he went upstairs to get two sets of clothes.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the headline of a newspaper placed on the vermilion lacquered round table.

Lu Tingsong walked forward and picked up the newspaper.

There was a very shocking and eye-catching headline on it: A man from Haidian drove into Kunming Lake and was saved by a talisman?

Lu Tingsong was stunned. He quickly turned his head to look at the side and asked, "Old Third, have you read this newspaper?"

"What newspaper?" Lu Lao San asked with a puzzled look on his face. "I've been as busy as you these past two days. I only got home at two in the morning today and took a nap. I just woke up, so how could I have time to read the newspaper?"

Lu Guoxue thought his father was dissatisfied with the sensational headline in the newspaper.

After all, his father does this kind of work.

He said weakly, "I brought this newspaper back from outside yesterday. The editor-in-chief of the newspaper and I are friends. Dad, can you let him go? I will communicate with him."

Lu Tingsong ignored him and handed the newspaper to Lu Laosan, "Laosan, take a look."

"oh."

At first, Lu Laosan didn't take it seriously and just took it and glanced at it.

When he saw the middle-aged man in the newspaper, he exclaimed, "This man looks familiar. I seem to have seen him somewhere."

At first he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

But as he recalled, Lu Laosan seemed to think of something, "I remember you asked me to go to Huangshan Daojun Palace a few days ago..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly came to his senses and said with joy, "Brother, we are saved!"

Lu Tingsong's tired face turned into one of ecstasy, "Yes, there is hope! There is real hope!"

Is there any hope?

What is saved?

Lu Guoxue and four or five other Lu family members were completely confused when they heard this.

Little did they know that Lu Tingsong and Lu Laosan had only one thought in mind at this moment, and that was to quickly go to the Western Paradise to ask for help from the Buddha... Ugh, they should quickly go to the Huangshan Taoist Palace to ask Master Fang to break the natural disaster!