Treasure Hunt for Two Cowards in Tibet

My name is Shi Gandang, nicknamed "Snow Mountain Flying Fox", a former Nanyue car god and now a wealthy man in Qinghai. My only record is that I drove myself into a deep debt pit of 300,000 yuan due to my driving skills. My brother Wang Jinshun, nicknamed "Huangzhong Zhuge", is proficient in eight dialects and can turn Yiwu crafts into thousand-year-old sacred objects. His only achievement is doubling my debt. We are collectively called the "Tibetan Heroes" - of course, we are self-proclaimed. Creditors prefer to call us "Tibetan cowards". Until that day, we were by the Qinghai Lake and saw a lama riding a white bull backwards into the mist. An old drunkard exchanged half a sheepskin map for our last kang pot lamb chops. There is a lie written on the map: "Where the white cows drink, the black salt reflects the golden mountains." In order to pay off the debt, we plunged into the century-old abandoned mine in Chaka Salt Lake. What they found was not gold, but ancient printing plates that could print "tea and salt silver notes" and blood-stained Sasanian gold coins. We even found trouble - the transnational smuggling group "Blackstone" listed us as the number one target, the local Tibetans regarded us as blasphemers, and the lama riding the white bull backwards whispered to us every midnight when we dreamed: "What the rider sees is the way he came." Now, we are driving the Wuling Light, carrying half a volume of residual pictures, and running like crazy under the Kunlun Mountains. Behind you are bullets, and in front of you is a thousand-year mystery. But who says a coward can't counterattack? The wolves in the Qilian Mountains made way for us, the lama in Yushu made an exception and opened an altar for us, and the glacier on the top of Kunlun reflected the appearance when we set out.