The "Snowy Divine Lion" in Tantric Buddhism is not only the "Holy Son". There is only one in each generation that can be used as a living Buddha mount and become a "divine object". Although the others are not many or not many, but only one can own them.
The Buddhas of Buddhism.
only……
Which Buddha can have such power and lead the snow-covered lions out of the snowy fields despite being prohibited by Tantric Buddhism?
"It's probably not the Buddha. Although I haven't seen many of the nine great Buddhas of Tantric Buddhism, the aura of this person and the spirit of those around him are definitely not Tantric habits."
Chen Zun suddenly frowned and said in a deep voice: "No!! I just said that although it is called Tantric Buddhism, it is by no means a Buddhism in the eyes of ordinary people. Not all the nine Buddhas are good, and Shura Buddha is the most unusual among them.
One of the people under his command..."
Speaking of this, Chen Zun suddenly paused, his expression a bit strange. "The one you are referring to...is him?!!"
"Who?" Long Er raised his head in confusion, and happened to see the figure appearing in front of the restaurant, and his expression couldn't help but move slightly.
"Huh?" Everyone was confused and followed the gazes of the two people. They were all standing outside the restaurant. Long Si, Long Wu and others couldn't help but narrow their eyes. Many of the other team members even stood up. Of course not
Welcome, but...be wary!!
"Do you know him?" This time it was Long Er's turn to be surprised. The reaction of the gang leader and Long Si seemed to be unusual.
"Haha, Gang Leader Chen, what a coincidence that all the dragon brothers are here?"
At this time... the door opened, and Di Cheng walked in slowly with a warm smile on his face, followed by two behemoths that attracted the attention of passers-by. One was Dahan, who was as strong as a black bear, and the other was as big as a lion.
Snow Lion!!!
"Ah!!!" The waiter who just came out of the kitchen with the dishes was really frightened by the snow lion. He screamed and stumbled. The plate was thrown out and shattered into pieces.
Hearing the scream, the rest of the people in the kitchen rushed out. Some had dough on their hands, some had cabbage in their hands, and some were holding kitchen knives and spoons. When they saw the "white" that suddenly appeared in the store,
"Lion", his scalp exploded, and he staggered back in horror.
They are all ordinary people. They have never seen such a huge beast. Even if they have seen it, they have seen it in a cage in the zoo. What's more, the people in the cage are all sleeping, but what they see in front of them is grinning.
.
"Call... call the police." The chef called in a shivering voice. Even outside the store, there were many people standing on tiptoe and looking in, curious about what was going on.
"Everyone, I'm scared. This is mine, don't hurt anyone." Di Cheng patted the snow lion's big head and showed a bright smile to the store owner.
Dahan said in a loud voice: "Tibetan Mastiff, purebred Tibetan Mastiff."
"Tibetan Mastiff?" The female boss who was about to call the police looked absently at the snow lion, which was obviously half the size of the Tibetan Mastiff. Although she was doubtful, she saw that it did not pounce on people as much as she thought, so she slowly stabilized herself.
The emotion of panic.
The chef sneered and said: "Well... uh... I'm sorry, our place is booked."
"We are friends, right, Gang Leader Chen." Di Cheng looked at Chen Zun with a smile.
Chen Zun tapped the table with his fingertips to signal the others not to be impulsive. He laughed softly, pointed to the opposite side of his table and said, "It's really a coincidence. Let's sit together?"
"It's an honor." Di Cheng was neither nervous nor polite, and sat across from them. Dahan stood behind him like an iron tower, giving people in the room a strong sense of oppression. No matter who stood there,
You will feel a little weaker in front of him.
Seeing that they really knew each other, the store owner glanced at the snow lion curiously and returned to the kitchen one after another.
Chen Zun raised his head and looked at Dahan, a bright light flashed in his expression. From his eyes, he could naturally see that this giant man was not just empty-handed. "Is this friend going to sit down?"
"Don't sit down." Dahan shook his head seriously.
Chen Zun smiled, looked at Di Cheng and said: "You are really smart, you can follow me here."
"Nice to see you!" The smile on Di Cheng's face was bright. He was sure that Chen Zun was here, and he felt happy and relaxed from the bottom of his heart.
As long as he and the Dragon Slave team are here, Xi Yuhuang's side will not have to bear the threat of assassination, and he will no longer have to worry about what he was most worried about before arriving.
"Do you know each other?" Long Er spoke again.
"We know you!!" Long Sixie snorted: "The killer commander of Tianmen, Di Cheng, is the army I mentioned to you on the phone."
"Oh?" Long Er couldn't help but feel a flash of surprise in his heart, and then he felt a little strange. He had known him for a long time? Otherwise, how could he have followed him all the way here? But why didn't he start on the way?
"Di Cheng, where are your men? Do you want to come here to provoke just the two of you?" Long Wu said in a deep voice. He could feel the restlessness in his blood because of his bellicosity. However, his target was not Di Cheng, but Di Cheng.
Tong Min hasn’t appeared yet!!! The opponent he most hopes to defeat in his life!!
"Don't worry, we'll be here soon." Di Cheng poured two glasses of wine, handed the big one to Dahan to warm him up, and raised the small one. "Gang Leader Chen, Long Er
But I escorted you all the way here, and you didn’t express your gratitude?”
"Expression? What expression do you want, fists? Knives and guns?" Chen Zun's face once again had a hazy look on his face, which was a precursor to the desire to fight in his heart.
"Those are some small gifts, I want..." Di Cheng's eyes turned to Long Er and others, and the corners of his mouth raised: "Your head!"
Wow!! Long Si and others all stood up, and the stools they sat on were knocked down immediately. In the warm environment, murderous intent was circulating.
"Hey! It seems quite lively here." The door opened again, and Shalang, who looked evil and slightly fanatical, walked in with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, I know a lot of people. Hello, hello, everyone." Zhang Chuo winked and followed in, and made an exaggerated and provocative gesture to Long Wu.
only……
Qiang!! As he waved his hand, two daggers with a cold light suddenly shot out from his sleeves and went straight towards Long Wu.
The castration is like a rainbow, the murderous intention is gone, and Long Wu is approaching in an instant.
Hum! With a muffled snort, Long Wu twisted his neck with all his strength, and the two daggers flew past his throat. If he had strayed even a little further, he might have seen blood stains.
"Are you going to make a sneak attack?!" Long Wu shouted angrily in a deep voice.
"I'm happy to!" Zhang Chuo's frivolous expression turned a bit ferocious, his hands slid, and four daggers were caught between his fingers.
The atmosphere in the store suddenly solidified, and the originally warm environment seemed to drop ten degrees in an instant. The Dragon Slave team and the guards who came in later stared at each other, with fiery fighting spirit flashing in their pupils.
"Everyone sit down, let's eat something first. Only when you have strength can you be motivated. King Kong, close the curtains!" Di Cheng took a sip of wine and started to taste it leisurely.
"Brothers, don't worry, please sit down." Shalang pulled up a stool and sat down unceremoniously.
"Boss, serve the food!!" Zhang Chuo shouted, his hands that seemed to be slacking moved again, and the four daggers went straight towards Long Wu like lightning.
Clang! Long Wu was well prepared this time. He raised the stool suddenly and intercepted the four daggers dangerously.
Zhang Chuo's successive provocations finally ignited the anger of the Dragon Slave team, and they all drew out their steel knives and prepared to fight.
"Stop!!" Long Er yelled to stop. Although his voice was soft and weak, with obvious weakness, it was as if he had cast a restraining spell to stop the impact that was about to break out.
"Close the curtains, let's have something to eat first." Chen Zun raised his glass and invited Di Cheng.
"Sit down." Long Si motioned to his subordinates, but his eyes full of fighting intent were entangled with Sha Lang.
King Kong and others and a few people from the Dragon Slave team quickly closed the curtains to block the eyes of people on the street, and the environment inside became softer.
It's just that this gentle atmosphere suitable for men and women to date has an obvious murderous intention, and even the waiters who come out to deliver food don't feel quite right.
"What is Mr. Di's position in Tianmen now?"
Although Chen Zun looked vague and had a fighting spirit, he was calm on the surface and chatted with Di Cheng like friends.
"As an errand boy, wherever there is a problem, we can solve it somewhere." Di Cheng responded lightly.
"With Mr. Di's strength and these subordinates of yours...don't you feel that you are giving in?"
"It's not bad. I don't have much ambition or ability. I just like to walk around."
"Then why are you here...what do you mean?"
Di Cheng looked at him, smiled, clinked his glasses with Chen Zun, and said, "Our goals should be opposite."
"That's a pity, you and I have different opinions." Chen Zun shook his head regretfully.
Di Cheng looked at Long Er, who was covering his mouth and coughing intermittently, and said, "It's really a pity. Originally, I wanted to marry you, but now it seems impossible."
"In-laws? Haha, my girl is indeed quite old. Do you have a suitable candidate?"
"Yes, I feel that the two of them are a good match."
"Introduction another day?" Chen Zun seemed quite interested.
"Okay, you can make an appointment, but before that, you have to live. If you die... tsk tsk, the wedding banquet will have to be changed to a funeral banquet."
"Definitely, and I hope you don't go to hell to report before then."
"Try your best." Di Cheng chuckled, and the two clinked glasses again.
PS: The fourth update, don’t worry, there are more!!! Brothers, if you have flowers, come with two. The mouse bows and says thank you, ho ho.
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