The three people quickly came to their senses, and their originally relaxed nerves suddenly became tense, but when they locked onto the person with their fierce momentum, they were all stunned for a moment.
The person standing in front of them was not the enemy they imagined, but... but an old lama!
The old man is over fifty years old, and the years have left many marks on his face, and his figure is already a little stooped. But against the backdrop of the red Tibetan robe, the old man looks rosy and energetic, and his gentle smile on his face is heart-warming.
Warmth and kindness, and the unusually bright eyes show the extraordinary nature of the old man.
"This night view is beautiful." The old man looked calmly at the Potala Palace under the night view.
"Who are you!" Yang Jing asked in a deep voice, his eyes subconsciously moving around in the darkness. The old man seemed harmless, but he felt something unusual about him.
After looking at Yang Jing, who was full of vigilance, the old man smiled softly: "Don't panic, I don't mean any harm."
"I'm asking, who are you!" Yang Jing's eyes were cold and stern.
"Young people, the Buddha can save the inner demons. There is a Buddha but no demons. Too much murderous intent will blind the mind and lead to mental hell."
"What bullshit Buddha and Demon?" Yang Jing frowned. He hated it most when others talked to him and showed off their knowledge.
Di Cheng coughed slightly, signaled Yang Jing not to be rude, and saluted the old man slightly: "Old man, please don't be offended. I apologize to you on behalf of my brother."
The old man looked at Di Cheng quietly, his bright eyes like the stars in the sky, trying to penetrate people's hearts. Di Cheng's heart froze. He had never thought that human eyes could give people such bright eyes, even those of Emperor Xi Yu.
There is no such feeling in those evil eyes.
The old man smiled softly and continued to focus on the Potala Palace in front of him: "Do you believe in fate?"
Di Cheng was surprised by the old man's sudden appearance and was also surprised by his incomprehensible words, but he politely replied: "I don't believe in fate, I believe in fate."
What is fate? I’m afraid no one can explain it clearly. It seems that there is guidance from somewhere. Unknowingly, I have grown up from an ignorant boy, and there are many brothers and friends around me. But if it were not fate, I met Peng Hou
, how to explain Yang Jing’s accidents?
Fate brings them together, fate guides them together, but Di Cheng has no obsession with fate. He chooses his own path, decides and dominates everything. God allows them to meet in this life, but they can't be together.
There is no instruction on what to do, everything...rely on your own hands! Fight and fight!
"The word fate is determined by God's will. It is ethereal, mysterious, palpable, and can be met, but it cannot be forced."
Di Cheng smiled silently: "Old man, you showed up here so late, do you just want to find someone to discuss fate? I don't understand Buddhism, I don't believe in Buddhism, and I don't know much about these mysterious things. I came here tonight just to appreciate it.
The night view of the Lower Potala Palace is nothing more than that."
"The three of you have too much blood, too strong evil intentions, and your hearts are not pure enough. You are not suitable for this Buddhist realm. The most important thing is that you have no Buddha in your hearts." The old man shook his head slowly, his words were still so abrupt, and there was something in his eyes.
Silly regret.
"What's wrong, old man, are you here to recruit us to become lamas?" Yang Jing snorted, neither lightly nor seriously.
"It's fate, I was just led here." The old man was not angry, and his bright and deep eyes slowly fixed on Di Cheng's face.
Di Cheng was slightly startled and couldn't help but chuckle: "Old man, just tell me if you have anything to do. I have something else to do and I won't stay here for too long."
He was not laughing at the old man, but the other person's mysterious and inscrutable look made him feel very uncomfortable. Coupled with the magnificent surroundings, it was as if he had suddenly escaped from the real world and entered a martial arts TV show.
"There is a living Buddha in Buddhism, and a holy son in the snowy land. The living Buddha appears in the world, and the holy son is willing to ride on it."
"Holy Son? What Holy Son?" Di Cheng frowned slightly.
"The Tibetan Mastiff is a sacred object on the snow-covered plateau. In my Buddhist sect, the Snow Mastiff is called the Holy Son. Snow mastiffs are rare and loved by the world, but the ones raised by my sect are those with the purest blood. They walk like tigers and roar like tigers.
The lion is a noble and divine horse, brave and aggressive. It is a snow jade divine lion and the mount of the Living Buddha. The strongest Tibetan Mastiff can defeat five wolves. The snow jade divine lion of my sect can tear apart the wolf king and break up a pack of wolves." The old man was gentle.
A look of pride appeared on his face.
"I have heard of the Snow Mastiff. It is indeed a noble horse. The Snow Mastiff with the purest bloodline should be more conspicuous, but... what does this have to do with me?" An idea suddenly popped into Di Cheng's mind. Isn't this old man a salesman?
A pet, right? However, this thought passed away in a flash, and the other person's appearance of being a master of the world didn't seem to be fake.
"It has nothing to do with you at first, but according to the guidance of the Living Buddha and the decree of heaven, it has everything to do with you." The old man smiled softly.
"What did you do, old man? If you keep mumbling like crazy, I'll beat you up!" Yang Jing, who really couldn't stand the old man's ink marks, shouted angrily and almost punched him with his fist.
But as soon as the shout started, a deafening roar suddenly came from the side of the mountain, like a lion's roar or a tiger's roar, like a madman or a warning, but the voice was a little childish and a little eager.
Following the bursts of noise, a white shadow quickly sprang out. It was completely white, without any impurities, except for its four hook-like claws with a light golden color. It was not big in size, but extremely majestic and could definitely bear the burden.
The word "divine horse".
roar……
Bai Ying appeared and roared at Di Cheng and others again, showing even more power.
Di Cheng's eyes lit up, and he was immediately attracted by this beast as big as a wolf, such a ferocious beast.
Then a large number of lamas ran out and saluted the old man respectfully, saying um um ah ah ah in Tibetan, as if they were expressing their apologies to the old man.
The old man walked towards the white beast and gently stroked the white beast's lion-like hair. However, the other man shook it away a little irritably, gave a few warnings, and "looked" forward again towards Di Cheng.
Slightly stunned, the old man suddenly raised his head and laughed: "This number is determined by heaven. From one generation to the next, twins are born. One son will recognize the living Buddha, and the other will fight against the hero. The number of heaven, this is the number of heaven!"
roar……
After looking at each other for a moment, the white beast suddenly went crazy. Its four claws slapped the ground with a faint tremor, and its majestic body rushed towards him. Its golden claws flashed with a cold light and tore towards Di Cheng!
Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, like a lion fighting an enemy, its power is frightening!
"What a beast!" Yang Jing shouted angrily, stepping forward, but the moment he started to move, Di Cheng moved at the same time, twisting his steps and jumping forward.
"I'm coming!" With a loud roar, Di Cheng locked his eyes on the white beast like an eagle, made a series of palm seals with his palms, and bravely attacked.
Bang bang bang!
He used his strong palms to forcefully suppress the opponent's sharp claws, twisted his feet, and spun away from him.
The white beast fell heavily to the bottom, but its majestic body did not stop at all. It flexibly turned around and struck again, waving its sharp claws with strong force and fierce momentum, and kept moving and pounced.
The frightening momentum made all the lamas around them change their expressions, and they retreated ten steps away in shock. They had never seen the white beast so mad and powerful. If they hadn't taken care of each other day and night and were already familiar with each other, they might have been paralyzed by fear.
Go down.
The white beast is extremely brave. Whether it is the roar, fierce strength, or the flexibility and speed of its movements, it is almost the same as the Steppe Wolf King.
The figures flew around, and after several exchanges of blows, Di Cheng laughed, his hands suddenly strengthened, and he thrust in quickly like lightning, and with a snap, he accurately latched onto the white beast's claws. At the same time, he swung his feet and bounced.
The Kaibai beast used its strong hind legs to throw it to the ground.
roar……
The white beast struggled hard and moved its four golden claws vigorously, but how could Di Cheng let go and use all his strength to compact it tightly?
After a full five minutes, the white beast gradually gave up its struggle, and its chest kept rising and falling, as if it had exhausted all its strength. It was at this time that the white beast's eyes, which had been trembling all the time, suddenly opened, and their dark jade-like eyes opened.
There was a moment of confusion at first, and then his eyes were fixed on Di Cheng.
The tense body gradually relaxed, and after looking at each other for a long time, the white beast's big head suddenly arched towards Dicheng, and it no longer resisted. The obedient look was completely different from the previous fierceness, but the eyes that opened still still had a
Aloof and stubborn.
"As expected, congratulations." The old man smiled and nodded. The other lamas exchanged surprised looks and bowed one after another as if to send congratulations.
Di Cheng let go of the white beast, patted the dirt on his body, and rubbed the thick long hair on its head. "This is the Snow Mastiff, the holy son of Buddhism in your mouth, the Snow Jade Divine Lion?"
"Exactly, but now it belongs to you."
Di Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man, and chuckled: "I like this little guy very much, but I don't want to accept other people's gifts without knowing it, and it comes so unexpectedly."
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