I have also encountered herders who have been floating on the snowy fields a few times, most of them riding strong yaks, walking on the plain pastures or on the mountains. Legend has it that the yak was originally domesticated by humans, not for riding or eating, but because its tail can be made into dusters to repel mosquitoes.

After the rise of Taoism, the dust whisk made of yak tail is even more precious, but it is said that this thing is only used by fake Taoist priests. Most of the Taoist priests who are truly obsessed with self-cultivation and self-cultivation are guilty of poor diseases, which are rarely extravagant.

Along the way, Zhao Zihan intentionally or unintentionally asked the Living Buddha, has the eight-legged monster been found on this snowy plateau? The Living Buddha said, Buddha bless, I have not found any trace of them on the snowy plateau for the time being. But there are many refugees from the Unizen country on the side of the plateau, so sooner or later this monster will be traced.

When the two girls heard the Living Buddha say this, their eyes blinked at Zhao Zihan, Zhao Zihan shook his head slowly, he felt that the people who came here to do evil in the Mandala Sect were the illusions of the monsters, and it was better not to tell the Living Buddha for the time being, so as not to scare him.

The Living Buddha also told the three that in the snowy plateau, there is a very old legend, and this legend has been passed down for I don't know how many years. It is said that one day when the Qing Ming suffers a catastrophe and human beings face life and death, the holy mountain will appear in the starry sky. There are brave young men and girls who are not afraid of life and death, blessed by the gods, climb the top of the holy mountain, find the mysterious power of the vast universe, lead mankind to slay demons and eliminate demons, and save the entire Qing Ming from destruction.

When the Living Buddha said this, his eyes glowed with brilliance, and he looked at Zhao Zihan and the three of them with a blazing look, his face was full of joy, as if the three of them were the legendary saviors, and even the little lamas around him looked at them with reverence and worship.

Zhao Zihan was ashamed in his heart, feeling that he was far away from being afraid of life and death, and even now, he had not made up his mind to save the whole world. That's too big a thing, how can I do it, what exactly I want to do, how can I do it, it's really difficult.

Three days later, Zhao Zihan, Mei'er and Yao Yao rode horses, and as Monam Cuo and the little lama had just climbed a steep mountain peak on the snowfield, the bright sun seemed to hang on the top of a high mountain, and under the colorful light, a mirror-like flat lake suddenly appeared in view.

The blue water of the lake is as beautiful as amber and virgin, and the surrounding mountains are covered with snow, and under the light of the sun, the lake and the mountains reflect the colorful and touching splendor of the soul.

However, it is not as calm as the lake.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a burst of shouting, and two groups of men and horses were facing each other in a formation on the edge of the lake.

Monan Tso was taken aback: "Haven't they all dispersed a long time ago?

Looking from the top of the mountain, I saw a group of men and horses wearing black cloaks, dark robes, and spears and scimitars; in front of this group of people in black cloaks were several people with long beards and short hair, with scarves wrapped around their heads, and huge oblique circles wrapped around their heads; and several lamas in red robes, bareheaded, holding ritual weapons, or axes, cymbals, and staffs, standing aside, staring at each other.

This is clearly not a native.

The other group of men and horses were in yellow robes and armor, with shining swords and guns, bows and arrows, protecting a black-armored man at the core, and several monks on the side, wearing monk's robes of different colors, stood together, as if facing a great enemy

A gray-robed monk and a white-robed monk were rolling and fighting with several people in front of the formation. The fight was very fierce, and it seemed that life and death could be seen at any time, however, it seemed that it was just a martial arts fight, and no immortal methods were used.

Suddenly, several divine senses reached towards the mountain, such a powerful immortal aura! Zhao Zihan and the three of them looked at each other in surprise, their hearts were shocked, and their faces changed color. It's them, this breath is so familiar, this is the bad guy who merges with those monsters!

Also, behind this snow-capped mountain, there are dozens of people secretly ambushing...... They were pure cultivators, with an awe-inspiring breath, and there was no smell of that monster in their breath... So, there are three groups of people here? The situation is a bit complicated, and I can't tell the difference stupidly.

Monan Tso looked at it for a moment, pointed at the few people who were fighting fiercely, and his face was full of surprise: "That gray-clothed monk is the living Buddha of Sonam Gyatso of Drepung Temple on my snowy plateau, and the white-robed one is Master Baimo." “

"Behind them are the men and horses of the Khan King Dahe, why did the Khan come here? Yes..."

"It's the evil monk of the Mandala Sect!"

Mei'er was unconscious, but counted there: "One, two, two magicians above the fourteenth realm, behind the snowy mountain." ”

Yao Yao said: "One, two, three, four, there are two monks above the Transformation Realm, and two masters who are not lower than the Transformation God Realm!"

The two girls looked at Zhao Zihan, and the three of them looked at each other with big eyes, and were stunned for a moment: There are so many high-level cultivators here?

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, there was a sudden high-pitched Buddha call: "Nan no Amitabha!" and then there was a "bang" sound, it seemed that a person with strong martial arts had two palms, and something seemed to be exploding.

The living Buddha of Drepung Temple, who was wearing a gray-robed monk's robe, suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, emitting a pale yellow light. The light drifted in all directions like fireflies in the night, and then disappeared about three feet from his body.

Monan Tso exclaimed again: "It's not good, the living Buddha of Sonam Gyatso has run out of oil and is sitting down!"

From the top of the mountain where the four people are standing to the bottom of the mountain, you can see the distance of your head at a glance, but if you want to go down the mountain to the lake, it will take half an hour, to say the least. The mountains are full of eternal ice and snow, and there is a risk of ice caves collapsing at any time, and even icebergs collapsing.

All of a sudden, Monan Tso, a monk who had been practicing penance for decades, muttered: "Save people, save people, save people!" But he was so anxious that he was at a loss.

Sonam Gyatso is the most prestigious living Buddha in the entire snowy plateau, how can he die here!

Mo Nancuo couldn't help but turn his gaze to the three little Taoist priests, muttering endlessly, his eyes full of pleading.

Mei'er suddenly raised her index and middle fingers with both hands, pointed at the sides of her temples, and shouted anxiously: "Sister Yao Yao, Han Han, help me!" Zhao Zihan and Yao Yao understood, each stretched out their left palms, and pressed against Mei'er's back, and shouted at the same time: "Okay!" Vitality and mental power poured in from Mei'er's back, and suddenly a purple light was dazzling.

Mei'er screamed: "Dead crane, come out for me!" In mid-air, "Kara" sounded, and three cranes suddenly appeared, two with white feathers and one light gray. The crane seemed to look at the chaotic world with some disappointment, then shook his body, and then unfolded

The wings flew, and three sharp crane chirps suddenly resounded in the sky, resounding in the mountains and the sky.

There was chaos at the foot of the mountain.

"Ahh The Great Brahma... Great Brahma's crane!"

"The Goddess's mount... The goddess of Miaoyin is here......"

The samurai on both sides shouted to the sky, and suddenly someone knelt on the ground with a "plop" sound, and suddenly the sound of "plopping and plopping" continued, and the sound of "dangchang" was endless.

The swords and spears fell to the ground, the spears left their bodies, and the warriors on both sides knelt on the ground one after another, leaving only a few monks and lamas looking at the sky in disbelief, standing abruptly among the people who knelt on the ground, in a dilemma.

Several monks took advantage of the chaos to rush out and drag the Living Buddha Sonam Gyatso into the kneeling armored soldiers. Soon a monk put his palm against his back and injected true qi for him to heal his wounds, and the living Buddha seemed to be immortal for the time being.

Mei'er shouted, and the three cranes made a turn from the sky and flew back quickly, "Let's go, go down and save people!" After speaking, she pulled Monan Cuo, put it on the crane's back, and rushed down.

Zhao Zihan glanced at the little lama, pointed to the ground, and the little lama immediately understood, sat down with a "snap", put his hands together, and recited the scriptures in his mouth.

Zhao Zihan nodded lightly, the bad guys below are powerful, and it is inevitable to fight to the death for a while, and it is not suitable for children. This young lama is so smart! Then he roared, and Yao Yao rode a crane and rushed down.

Yan Mei'er rode the crane and rushed down the hill like a goddess, and the people below were clamoring, and one by one they were intoxicated, as if they had entered a dream.

The snowy plateau and the Uni Zen kingdom are both places where Buddhism has the most profound influence, and the Great Brahma and the goddess Myayin are the gods they revere the most.

The crane is the iconic mount of the Great Brahma, and the goddess Miaoyin, as the wife of the Great Brahma, came with the crane with the Great Brahma, which is in line with the legendary scene.

Even the two evil monks of the Divine Transformation Realm didn't come back to their senses for a while, standing stupidly by the lake, dumbfounded.

By the time Zhao Zihan and Yao Yao went down to the lake, Monan Cuo had already jumped off the crane's back, squatted beside Sonam Jiacuo, and shouted, "Living Buddha!

Sonam Gyatso sat cross-legged on the snow, and when he saw Monam Tso, he seemed to be happy, and a glimmer of divine light burst out in his eyes.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! The poor monks and others learned that the Mandala Sect had brought the goddess of Payanti into the Brahma Palace, and the god of destruction was about to awaken. He stopped as soon as he said a word, closed his eyes, and gasped slightly in his chest, as if he was not going to continue. Monan Tso hurriedly put his palm on the back of the living Buddha, but he was taken aback. This palm is like ice, as if it has touched a carrion!

Hurriedly said: "Living Buddha! You...?" I mourned in my heart, and tears immediately flowed down.

It turned out that Sonam Gyatso's bones were broken, and his body was rotten, so he should have died a long time ago. At this moment, he is just relying on the merits of decades of penance and his infinite belief in the Buddha, forcibly lifting a breath of true qi to freeze himself and supporting it hard.

Sonam Gyatso opened his misty eyes again, and nodded slightly to Monam Tso: Yes, I don't need you to save me, no one can save me, I want to see the Buddha. Then he shook his head slightly: It's a pity that I can't kill all the demons and evils, I'm afraid that the catastrophe is coming, and all the people will suffer!

"It started... In a hurry, I... It's too late to pass on... news, I had to invite people nearby... Horses, come... Sacred Lake. Sonam Gyatso's tone weakened, and his speech was already staccato.