**The old lama hunched over and said indifferently: "I'll come to invite you in person. If you don't leave, I can only rob it. I don't want to give it to you. I'm not willing to give it to you if the mountain is stained with too much blood. The lama of the sect
I won't kill these two outsiders, but I don't have to care too much about them when I kill them. If you don't leave, 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 I dare not let you Red Sect come and bury me with me?"
The old lama glanced lightly and said, "Are the Tantric people still afraid of death?"
Indeed, the words of the Panchen Lama are really correct. The teachings of Tantric Buddhism are not to be afraid of life and death. For them, they can also be reincarnated after death, but they just go back and forth.
Cao Shanjun pulled Xiangque's arm and said, "Old Xiang, you can't stop him, I'll just follow him."
Xiang Que said, "What a joke, you will never turn around now."
Cao Shanjun smiled miserably and said, "Otherwise, can I watch you die in Gongbashan?"
Dangan Zhuoma sighed leisurely and said to Cao Shanjun: "You may be imprisoned in Kandal Mountain in this life. Even if the Panchen Lama is reincarnated in the next life, he will not let you go."
Cao Shanjun said plainly: "It's just practice, it's the same everywhere. Eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha's name is not divided into regions. If I can't even see this, then what else can I talk about achieving enlightenment and becoming a Buddha?"
The old lama looked at Cao Shanjun quietly, nodded after a while and said, "I will give you some more time. When you reincarnate, your achievements will be immeasurable... It's a pity that I gave this opportunity to me.
Stop it, come with me.”
"Let's go, I can't do anything to him now, but after you go, I promise that I will definitely grab you from Kanlar Mountain. When I turn back, I will go back to Gujingguan and go to the Hanging Temple again. I don't believe you and I will join forces.
In his Tantra, I can't catch you back."
Cao Shanjun pursed his lips, nodded, and then walked towards the Panchen Lama in a bleak shape. Xiang Que's words were quite valuable. With the joint efforts of Gujingguan and Xuankong Temple, there was definitely nothing in the world that they could not grab.
, but there must be a premise that Cao Shanjun can wait for them to come safely in Kanlar Mountain.
"If he has something to do, I will swear here. As long as you reincarnate once, I will slaughter you once. I will make your Tantric Panchen Lama live forever and never see the sunshine." Xiang Que gritted his teeth and said with a calm face: "One spit and one pit
, I don't fucking say anything."
The Tantric Lama turned slowly with his hands behind his back, and Cao Shanjun followed him, but then the few were stunned at the same time.
On Gongba Mountain, at some point, an old monk wearing a shabby cassock sat cross-legged on a huge rock. The old monk closed his hands and closed his eyes.
No one saw or heard how he appeared on the stone.
Cao Shanjun bit his lip and 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 in the Hanging 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 face that was always as beautiful as a vulgar man was finally no longer calm.
The old lama clasped his hands together and bowed to Master Mingwu. The old monk looked up and signaled that he did not say anything.
The old lama frowned and looked at the other person, and said for a long time: "You are practicing meditation."
Master Mingjing of Xuankong Temple nodded. The old lama glanced at Cao Shanjun, who was slightly excited behind him, and said, "Is it your disciple? Haha, he was so lucky in his previous life. He could actually worship such a monk as his teacher. He really had no chance of accumulating.
A little good deed, but...
Master Mingjing on the stone seemed to be not concerned about the old lama's words at all. He suddenly stretched out his hand and gently tapped it with his fingertips. Below the huge rock, there was a yellow grass that had withered in the snow, drooping.
The head seemed to have been dead for a long time.
But when Master Mingjing pointed his fingertips at the grass, the branches and leaves of the grass suddenly trembled.
"Swish" several eyes immediately condensed under the huge rock. The old lama frowned in shock, feeling a little surprised and disbelief.
A faint Buddha light suddenly appeared on the old monk's fingertips, and then almost everyone felt a peaceful force filled all over their bodies. After a moment, the Buddha light on Master Mingwu's fingers disappeared from the branches and leaves of the grass.
The withered grass slowly stood upright. In an instant, layers of fluctuations occurred between the heaven and earth. Several people with a certain level of cultivation realized that the vitality of life quickly converged towards the huge rock.
The yellowed grass branches and leaves gradually showed amazing changes to the naked eye. The dark yellow color slowly faded, and followed by the light green color.
"The dead grass is springing..." Dangan Zhuoma said in surprise: "This master actually drew a trace of the vitality of life in the world and injected it into the withered grass, and resurrected it."
Master Mingjing's move is like the soul lamp in the Gujing Temple Hall. As long as the person is not killed on the spot, the old Taoist guarding Gujing can instantly extract the energy of heaven and earth from Zhongnan Mountain and inject it into the soul lamp, making it lights fire.
If it is not destroyed, people will not die.
At this moment, Master Mingjing also mobilized the vitality of life on Gongba Mountain, rejuvenating the life of a dead grass that had withered for a long time.
After a long time, Master Mingjing took back his fingers, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the boulder. From beginning to end, he had never left the boulder. Below, the grass that had withered in a few minutes was in the snow.
The earth is full of vitality.
The Panchen Lama quietly looked at the master on the huge rock. After a while, he bent down and bowed to Master Mingjing, and then turned around and left with King Jinlun.
King Jinlun asked in a low voice, "Panchen Lama, can't we take away anyone?"
"With him here, I can't take it away." The Panchen Lama, who only looked at Master Mingjing's move, knew that he was a big loser in his Taoism, and at least he could not achieve that skill in his own way.
"Tread, step, step" Cao Shanjun walked to the huge rock and knelt down with a "thump" sound, and kowtowed respectfully. Master Mingjing reached out and helped Cao Shanjun up, then got up and looked at him.
Walking to Gandan Temple, Cao Shanjun followed him.
Xiang Que folded his hands together and said, "Hello, Master, I've made you worried."
Mingjing glanced at him, nodded, and directly passed him.
Xiang Quechang breathed, rubbed his sore head, and grinned, "At the critical moment, you have to lean on the big tree to enjoy the cool air. Comrade Xiao Cao's master is so powerful."
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