And the white lion that was originally squinting at Zhengji's feet seemed to feel the strangeness of Zhengji at this moment, and stood up suddenly, "Roar!" A loud roar slammed at the Tibetan accomplices who came around, digging the ground uneasily, as if they would rush up at any time.

Obviously, the white lion's deterrence played a full role, and the accomplices who were about to move, seeing such a fierce Tibetan mastiff like a lion, no one dared to go on it for a while.

At the time when the political discipline and the heavens were fighting, suddenly a cold breath came from his wrist, like a cold beer on dog days, and at the same time, the six-character mantra on the golden pill in his mind also suddenly lit up, and an invisible divine aura swept his spirit, extinguishing the demonic flame in his heart in this instant.

Masaki involuntarily fought a cold war, let out a long breath, the red light in his eyes slowly faded, he gasped with palpitations, almost, just a little he couldn't control the killing intent in his heart, if that situation happened, the consequences would be unimaginable, I was afraid that once he lost control, he would go to the opposite side of the country and become a murderer without blinking!

However, he didn't realize that the Buddha beads given by the Living Buddha of Zhangjia on his wrist had lost a trace of light imperceptibly, as if it had consumed a lot of strength.

In addition to rejoicing, Masaki was also a little surprised, the situation just now, there had been a few times before, it was a situation where the killing intent could not be controlled, but it was suppressed by him, and this time, for some reason, this impulse came extremely fiercely.

And this impulse made him involuntarily think of what Zhang Jia Living Buddha once said to him, "I have only one hope, you can uphold your heart, not be stained by external things, your heart is as clear as snow, and you will always retain the goodness in your heart, if you can do it, it will also be a blessing in the world."

Could it be that the Living Buddha Zhangjia had a premonition that he would produce such a strange state, so he would empowering himself, saying these words to himself, so that he could keep the good thoughts in his heart and not be invaded by the demons in his heart?

Thinking of this, Masaki couldn't help but glance at the Buddha beads in his wrist, and seemed to see the face of Zhang Jia Living Buddha full of wisdom and love.

Masaki didn't know that the reason for this situation was actually related to his ability to become stronger and stronger, and the writing wheel eye itself is an ability with a little dark spiritual energy, and Masaki is in the subtle use, and it will naturally be imperceptibly assimilated in the enhancement of ability and the change of mood, he may not have found it himself, sometimes he has become much more ruthless than in his previous life.

And this time, it's just because of this little thing that the darkness in his heart was stimulated, and the opportunity given to him by the Living Buddha also happened to let him keep his heart at this crisis juncture and turn the danger into a disaster, otherwise, Zhengji is afraid that he will become a demon king who makes everyone fearful!

Zhengji took a breath gently, slowly rubbed the Buddhist beads in his hand, and silently recited a few six-character mantras in his heart, calming down his impetuous thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'm fine", Zhengji patted Song Yu on the shoulder and comforted her.

Suddenly, at this moment, a "whoosh" sound came from the air, and the white lion roared suddenly as if it was stimulated, and on the snow-white neck, a needle was inserted into it, shaking, and the liquid inside had been all injected!

And one of the stall owner's accomplices, with a wicked smile on his face, holding an air gun, the muzzle of the gun is pointed at the white lion, sneering treacherously, as if showing off his achievements.

The white lion roared suddenly, his waist sank, his fangs were exposed, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and he was about to jump towards the man, but just a few seconds later, he staggered a few steps in confusion and fell to the ground!

"White Lion!" Song Yu panicked in his eyes, and hurriedly rushed to the side of the white lion and pulled out the syringe.

The white lion struggled to shake up on the ground, but he couldn't use his strength anyway, the strength of the previous tiger and bull fighting seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he roared weakly in a low voice.

"Brothers, come on! This beast has been injected with anesthetic by me, and he can't move anymore!" The initiator proudly showed off his exploits, and looked at the white lion on the ground with confidence.

Seeing that the biggest threat was removed, the others rushed towards Masaki, while the other onlookers, especially the devout believers, saw this scene, but their brows furrowed tightly, the white lion, which symbolized the holy patron saint of the snow-capped mountains in their eyes, was poisoned at this moment.

However, as soon as the initiator's words fell, a black shadow appeared in front of his eyes, and the gloomy face of Masaki appeared in his sight, and he subconsciously raised the Tibetan knife in his hand, but he felt a heart-piercing pain coming from his heart, and then, his body involuntarily flew upside down, and just smashed on the stall owner's stall, accompanied by a sparse noise, foaming at the mouth and falling in the corner, unconscious.

However, this is not over, between the rise and fall of the political discipline, without stopping, the left kick, the right punch in the dazzled everyone, all the men with knives present at the moment, all screamed and fell to the ground, almost everyone covered their wrists, this time, although the political discipline has some hands, but still punished it, broken wrists!

Only the original stall owner stood in place in a daze, looking at the scene in front of him with dull eyes, no matter how stupid he was, he also knew that he was hunting geese all day long, and now he was pecked in the eyes and encountered hard stubble.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a loud voice came from the crowd, and Masaki saw that the person who appeared in front of him was a tall red-clothed lama, and when he saw the appearance of this lama, the vendor with the Tibetan knife in his hand secretly threw the Tibetan knife into the corner.

"It's the Gegu Lama of Jokhang Temple who is here, see how the master handles it"

In the crowd of onlookers, some people who knew this lama began to talk one after another, and their faces showed respect, and the stall owner also stood aside honestly, not daring to speak.

"Don't you know that you must not make trouble. ”

Gegu Lama, also known as the Iron Rod Lama, is in charge of punishment in the temple, has always been known for his iron-faced selflessness, although in the current society, there are police stations to enforce the law, but for these Tibetans, the status of the lama is still supreme, this Gegu Lama spoke, the surrounding was silent, no one dared to talk anymore.

At this time, the previous hawker rolled his eyes, endured the pain in his arm, and suddenly crawled to the side of the Gegu Lama with a hoarse cry, a handful of snot and tears, not to mention how sad he was crying, and began to tell in Tibetan that Zhengji and Song Yu did not understand, pointing to his broken arm, and then pointing to the stall that was broken up on the side, and gritting his teeth and pointing at Zhengji and others, the expression on his face was more aggrieved and aggrieved.

As a listener, Lama Gegu listened to him and looked at the scene of the wounded and embarrassed people rolling on the ground, but his brows became more and more wrinkled, and his eyes became a little more angry when he looked at Zhengji.

Zhengji looked at this scene mockingly, he thought with his ass and knew that the so-called wicked people sued first, which was the embodiment of the realistic version, but Zhengji did not stop it, but watched the other party's ugly performance there like watching a clown jumping beam.

"Guru Gegu, the Han people bully people, not only do they want to buy our things at a low price, but we don't sell them, but they are angry and hurt us, they also smashed our stalls, and even insulted our faith, Master, you see, my arm has been completely broken! We Tibetans have been bullied by this Han people! The Guru wants to make decisions for us!" The peddler spoke in Tibetan, crying in black and white, completely putting himself in the role of a victim.

"Is what he said true?" Lama Gegu frowned, walked up to Zhengji and asked with a chill in his tone, he is not a person who listens and believes, but human nature is to sympathize with the weak, and the scene in front of him and the tragic situation of his compatriots made him subconsciously carry a bit of partiality and blame in his tone.

However, it was the back of Masaki who answered him, Masaki didn't want to say much, and in the face of him, he bent down to check the condition of the white lion without hesitation, the white lion was breathing normally, but he was asleep, fortunately, it was just an ordinary anesthetic, and Masaki's hanging heart was put down a little.