**The old lama hunched his shoulders and said indifferently: "I have come to invite you personally. If you don't leave, then I can only rob you. We both belong to the Tantric Sect and I don't want Gongba Mountain to be stained with too much blood. The Lama of the Tantric Sect
I don't know how to kill, but I don't need to care too much about these two outsiders. If you don't leave, then I can only use their blood to pave the way for you."
Xiang Que gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You dare to threaten me, do you really think that I don't dare to let your Red Sect come to bury me with you?"
The old lama glanced lightly and said, "Are Tantric people still afraid of death?"
It is true that what the Panchen Lama said is true. The teachings of Tantric Buddhism are not to fear life and death. For them, they can be reincarnated after death, they just have to go through it all over again.
Cao Shanjun pulled Xiang Que's arm and said, "Old Xiang, you can't stop him, I'll just follow him."
Xiang Que said: "Are you kidding? Once you leave, there will be no turning back."
Cao Shanjun smiled miserably: "Otherwise, how could I watch you die in Gongba Mountain?"
Dangan Dolma sighed leisurely and said to Cao Shanjun: "You may be imprisoned in Kanlar Mountain in this life. Even if the Panchen Lama comes back in the next life, he will not let you go."
Cao Shanjun said calmly: "It's just practice. It's the same everywhere. Eating food and chanting Buddha's name doesn't matter where you live. If I can't even see this, then what's the point of talking about attaining enlightenment and becoming a Buddha?"
The old lama looked at Cao Shanjun quietly, nodded after a while and said: "If I give you some more time, when you recover and reincarnate, your achievements will be immeasurable... It's a pity that this opportunity was given to me.
Stop it and come with me."
"Let's go, I can't take him now, but after you go, I promise that I will definitely snatch you back from Kanlar Mountain. I will go back to Gujing Temple and visit Xuankong Temple again. I don't believe you and I will join forces."
He can’t snatch you back in his tantric sect.”
Cao Shanjun pursed his lips, nodded, and then walked toward the old Panchen Lama with a bleak figure. Xiang Que's words were very valuable. With the combined efforts of Gujing Temple and Xuankong Temple, there is definitely nothing in the world that they can't grab.
, but the prerequisite is that Cao Shanjun can wait for them to arrive in Kanlar Mountain safely.
"If anything happens to him, I hereby swear that as long as you are reincarnated once, I will kill you once. I will make your Tantric Panchen Living Buddha live forever and never see the day of the sun."
, I don’t fucking lie when I speak.”
The tantric lama turned around slowly with his hands behind his back, Cao Shanjun followed behind him, but then several people were stunned at the same time.
On Gongba Mountain, at some point, an old monk wearing shabby cassocks sat cross-legged on a huge rock. The old monk had his hands closed and his eyes closed.
No one saw or heard how he appeared on that stone.
Cao Shanjun bit his lip and was silent for a long time. A smile appeared on Xiang Que's face. At the critical moment, he had no chance to ask Yu Qiuyang for help, but the old monk from Xuankong Temple appeared out of thin air.
"master·······"
The old monk opened his eyes and looked at the ** Lama with his lips pursed. At this moment, the old lama's always calm face finally no longer looked indifferent.
The old lama put his hands together and saluted Master Mingwu. The old monk raised his head and gestured without saying anything.
The old lama frowned and looked at the other person, and after a long while he said: "You are practicing closed-mouth meditation."
Master Mingjing of Xuankong Temple nodded. The old lama glanced at Cao Shanjun, who was slightly excited behind him, and said, "Is he your disciple? Haha, he was so lucky in his last life. He was able to worship such an eminent monk as his teacher. He really has accumulated a lot of experience.
Little charisma, but..."
Master Mingjing on the stone didn't seem to pay attention to the old lama's words at all. He suddenly stretched out his hand and touched it gently with his fingertips. Under the boulder, there was a withered yellow grass drooping in the snow.
The head seems to have been dead for a long time.
But when Master Mingjing's fingertips touched the grass, the branches and leaves of the grass suddenly trembled.
"Whoa!" Several eyes suddenly focused on the boulder. The old lama frowned in astonishment, astonished and somewhat unbelievable.
A faint Buddha's light suddenly appeared on the old monk's fingertips. Immediately, almost everyone felt that their whole bodies were filled with bursts of peaceful power. A moment later, the Buddha's light on Master Mingwu's fingers disappeared on the branches and leaves of the grass.
The withered grass slowly stood upright. In an instant, there were layers of fluctuations between the heaven and the earth. Several people who had reached a certain level of cultivation noticed that the vitality of life quickly gathered towards the boulder.
Astonishing changes gradually appeared on the yellowing grass branches and leaves visible to the naked eye. The dark yellow color slowly faded away, followed by that light green color.
"Withered grass comes spring..." Dangan Zhuoma said in surprise: "This master actually extracted a trace of the life energy between heaven and earth and injected it into the withered grass, giving it a new life."
The hand of Master Mingjing is like the life soul lamp in the ancient well temple. As long as the person is not killed on the spot, the old Taoist guarding the ancient well temple can instantly extract the energy of heaven and earth from Zhongnan Mountain and inject it into the life soul lamp, allowing it to light up.
If it is immortal, people will not die.
At this moment, Master Mingjing also mobilized the vitality of life on Gongba Mountain, reviving a withered grass that had withered for an unknown period of time.
After a long time, Master Mingjing withdrew his fingers, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the boulder. From the beginning to the end, he never left the boulder. Below, the grass that had withered in a few minutes was now in the snow.
The ground glowed with high-spirited vitality.
The Panchen Lama looked at the master on the huge stone quietly. After a while, he bent down and saluted Master Mingjing, then turned around and left with the Golden Wheel Master without saying a word.
Jin Lun Dharma King pursed his lips and asked in a low voice: "Panchen Lama, can't we take him away?"
"As long as he's here, I can't take him away." The Panchen Lama, just looking at Master Mingjing's skills, knew that he was far behind based on the Master's teachings. At least he couldn't achieve that skill.
He walked towards Ganden Monastery, with Cao Shanjun following behind him.
Xiang Que clasped his hands together and said, "Hello, Master, I'm worrying you."
Mingjing glanced at him, nodded, and passed him directly.
Xiang Que took a long breath, rubbed his sore head, and said with a grin: "At the critical moment, you have to lean against the big tree to enjoy the shade. Comrade Xiao Cao's master is so awesome."
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