The five or six lamas looked so calm and reverent that the tourists around them would fold their hands at them as they passed by.

Every time they turned the prayer cylinder, a large amount of spiritual energy escaped.

"This Buddhist aura is really abundant." Lu Xuan couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw it.

Ignoring anything else, he walked straight to the open space behind the lama and sat cross-legged.

His strange behavior caused a lot of tourists to look sideways, and there was a little surprise in their eyes.

However, Lu Xuan didn't care, his eyes were closed, and he used his sensing power to feel the surging spiritual power.

His heart silently opened Xuanyuan's cultivation path, and those Buddhist auras seemed to have been called, frantically flowing from the top of Lu Xuan's head and limbs, nourishing every cell.

The lamas would recite each prayer cylinder for a while and then leave, and when they were far away from thirty-five meters, the induction would weaken, and Lu Xuan had to catch up and follow them, never more than thirty-five meters away.

This group of lamas turned the whole prayer cylinder, and he returned to the original point to follow the new lamas, and so on and so on.

"This man is so strange, why is he meditating behind the teacher?"

"Could it be that there is something wrong with your brain?"

So today, the tourists who came to the Jokhang Temple to visit the Sutra Pavilion saw a strange scene of a man meditating behind the lama all the time.

Even some devout Buddhists feel that this practice must be some secret method that is unknown and can communicate deeply with the Buddha, so they follow suit.

However, no matter how much they imitate it, they don't feel anything peculiar, only the puzzled and disdainful glances of tourists.

"How can these worldly people perceive such a precious thing as Reiki."

For every move that happened around him, Lu Xuan knew everything clearly. But he didn't care at all, nothing unusual.

If they could also perceive the aura and know its importance, they would probably be like themselves, maybe even crazier.

"Is it gone so soon?"

When the aura gradually weakened, Lu Xuan still wanted to get up and go to talk to the lamas, he found that they had turned the prayer cylinders and walked to other places.

Looking at the source, there was no longer a single lama or tourist there, and the prayer wheel, which had been ringing all day, was completely quiet.

Glancing out the window, it was already evening, and the sky was gray. Most of the tourists have left, and there are few people in the temple anymore.

"It's not far from the quintuple of quenching, what should I do?" Looking at a large row of prayer cylinders that stopped rotating and had no aura overflowing, Lu Xuan fell into a tangle.

This time he came to Tibet for a limited time, and he wanted to visit as many temples as possible to find the place where the aura was the strongest, just like the Potala Palace he had been to before, and the aura had solidified into water.

If he could, Lu Xuan really didn't want to waste a day here. But his strength was about to break through the fifth level of quenching, and there was no one to help him provide aura for the prayer wheel, so he couldn't help but have a headache.

"Mr. Lu, it turns out that you are here, I thought you were lost!" At this time, seeing that Lu Xuan did not come back all day, the anxious Tibetan uncle took the initiative to find him from the parking lot.

After Lu Xuan, who was thinking about it, saw the Tibetan uncle, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked him eagerly: "Uncle, you are a local, can you tell the host of the temple that I want to stay in the prayer pavilion for one night, and by the way, find a dozen people to help me turn the prayer wheel." Of course, it is best to find a lama to help with the prayer wheel. ”

"What's this?" After listening to Lu Xuan's words, the Tibetan uncle was a little embarrassed, because the Jokhang Temple is generally open to the public from nine o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the evening.

However, thinking that there seemed to be many people who spent the night in the monastery and asked the lama to do things, he replied, "It should be possible, but it will require some money, maybe tens of thousands." ”

"That's not a problem." Lu Xuan replied without thinking.

"Okay, I'll go to them to discuss, you wait here for me not to run around." After the Tibetan uncle finished speaking, he turned around and went to the presiding officer of the monastery.

After about half a pillar of incense, he turned back, followed by fifteen young lamas and an old lama in his forties and fifties. Looking at his appearance, he should be a person at the level of the host in the temple.

The host came to Lu Xuan's side, put one hand on his neck, his fingertips close to his chin, and bent down to perform a ritual in Tibetan.

After he had done this, the fifteen little lamas in the rear also did the same etiquette.

They all spoke Tibetan, and Lu Xuan couldn't understand it, but he still knew that it was a posture to salute himself, so he made the same gesture out of politeness, and greeted: "Hello Master!" ”

"Mr. Lu, I just communicated with them. Fifteen people until 12 o'clock in the evening 30,000 yuan, if it is 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, it will be 50,000 incense money. After the basic etiquette was completed, the Tibetan uncle spoke.

"Okay, it's tomorrow morning, let's get them started." Lu Xuan commanded without any objections.

The price is quite reasonable, not too outrageous, after all, in the countryside this year, it is 600 to ask a witch to help do a few hours of ritual in the countryside, and there is also a special car to pick up and drop off food and gifts.

In contrast, Jokhang lamas work longer hours. In addition to incense money, there is no other invisible consumption, and it is not much more expensive.

"Mr. Lu said that it is time to start." The Tibetan uncle spoke to the lamas in Tibetan.

After saying that, the fifteen little lamas split into a row, one facing a prayer wheel.

The old lama didn't move, but Lu Xuan couldn't say anything, because he wasn't in the fifteen category.

"Hum, boom."

"Hum, boom."

The six-character mantra sounded, and the aura that had been lost for a long time poured out again.

Coupled with the fifteen lamas operating at the same time, the aura was even stronger than that gushing out at any time today.

"You can go back to sleep first, or rest in the car, just remember to pick me up tomorrow morning." Lu Xuan said to the Tibetan uncle.

"Okay." The Tibetan uncle answered but didn't leave, probably wanting to see what Lu Xuan was doing.

Lu Xuan didn't care about this, and made a ritual with the old lama, and went straight to the back of the eighth person to meditate, absorbing those surging spiritual energy like a flood.

The aura around him surged wildly, surrounding him, wrapping him like a meat dumpling.

This feeling is so comfortable!

"Huh!" The old lama, who had been staring at Lu Xuan, had a hint of surprise flashing on his face, and then returned to normal.

When the Tibetan uncle saw Lu Xuan meditating, there were faint and difficult scriptures around him, and he couldn't understand what he was doing no matter how he looked at it, so he immediately said goodbye to the old lama and left.

"Wearing all the wisdom of the Buddha, there are countless sentient beings to save it."

"The sick and afflicted seek peace, and the Bodhisattva appears as the king of medicine."

With the sound of scriptures, the little lamas used their right hands to slowly turn the prayer cylinder, and wisps of spiritual energy overflowed and flew towards Lu Xuan.

Lu Xuan devoured wildly, and more and more spiritual energy was integrated into the dantian and transformed into spiritual power that belonged to him.

He felt the spiritual power in the dantian, just like the sea with wind and waves, and the waves were surging.

"We're almost at the top." Knowing that his spiritual power was surging, Lu Xuan, who had already stepped through the fifth level of quenching and then fell back injured, knew that this was a sign that he had entered the peak of the fourth level and was about to break through the fifth level.

For this reason, he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and he was more engrossed, controlling and guiding every wisp of spiritual energy into his body.

"Huh!" Seeing this, the old lama opened his eyes again and looked very surprised.

After two or three seconds, he returned to normal and looked at Lu Xuan with a serious expression.

The person who stretched out his left hand and learned to grow a beard with his index finger and thumb stroked his smooth chin, not knowing what he was thinking!

"It's now!" After a while, he roared inwardly.

The next moment, the dantian, which had condensed a large amount of spiritual power, gushed out unscrupulously like a river that opened the dam.

Treat every meridian in his body as a tributary, and quickly flow along the meridians.

Everywhere he passed, spiritual power penetrated his flesh and blood, as well as every hair, through the meridians.

Every time his spiritual power was nourished, he felt that his physique was getting stronger and stronger, and he seemed to hear the powerful beating sound of his heart, this powerful feeling was really wonderful.

However, Lu Xuan, who had already broken through the fifth level, knew that these were just appearances, and the real test was in the rear. If you are silent in happiness at this moment, you will definitely fall short, and your spiritual power will dissipate or quench your body.

"Hey!"

Lu Xuan shouted loudly in his heart, and according to Xuanyuan's cultivation method, he slowly controlled these auras so that they would not run into each other.

Instead, it flows slowly and orderly in the body, running around every corner of the body for a week, and finally flowing back into the dantian.

The spiritual power in the dantian has already been full, and it is in a state of overflow. Now that Lu Xuan forcibly forced back those overflowing spiritual powers, the entire dantian was expanding, and it could burst at any time, allowing the out-of-control spiritual power to collide and damage the meridians.

In this regard, Lu Xuan, who came over, did not have the slightest abnormality. According to the cultivation method recorded in Xuanyuan's decision, plus the experience of the previous time, lower your hands to your abdomen, palms facing down.

"Give it to me!"

Ye Feng shouted angrily in his heart, and the overflowing spiritual power returned quickly, holding the dantian huge, as if it would burst in the next second.

After an instant, under the control of Xuanyuan Decision, the entire dantian rotated rapidly, and then quickly shrunk to a normal state at a speed visible to the naked eye, but no trace of spiritual power overflowed.

In just a few breaths, his body seemed to be reborn, and the momentum of the strong man on his body was a little more faint.

"This ......" The old lama looked at Lu Xuan, who was like a new look in momentum, and his expression was full of consternation.

Just now, he seemed to have captured something he knew, more intense than the previous two times, but it quickly faded away.

He didn't know much about this young man when he first met him, and he firmly believed that if he caught it a dozen more times, he would be able to identify what it was!

But what is certain is that this young man is related to the Buddha!

However, next, Lu Xuan was just quietly meditating to stabilize the realm, and there was no surprise on the old lama's face.

All of a sudden, the day dawned, and the little lamas stopped chanting the prayer wheels.

"Whew!"

Lu Xuan stood up and stretched his body with a deep breath.

After a night of cultivation, he finally broke through the fifth level of quenching his body, but his realm was not too stable.

At this time, the old lama who had been watching from the side for a night came over, saluted Lu Xuan, and said to him in Tibetan: "Donor, you have a relationship with my Buddha, according to the etiquette of Jokhang Temple, the old man will personally turn the prayer wheel and let you attain enlightenment." ”

"Master, I don't understand what you're saying." After listening to the old lama's words, Ye Feng asked with doubts. He is fluent in many national languages, but he has never learned Tibetan.

However, the old lama did not explain, but only smiled slightly, and then turned and walked towards a prayer wheel.

This article is from Reading Book King Novels