"Hmph, it's just a nine-character mantra!" Suddenly, a cold snort came from behind Wei Fei, "Do you really think you have realized your mental power?" The voice was ethereal, but the breath was full of power. Wei Fei hurriedly turned sideways, and at the same time that a huge force rushed out, Wei Fei's figure also disappeared. It was majestic like a mountain, imposing like a rainbow, and extremely pure, like a hundred steel knives, just one blow, the nine forms of that person were united, and they instantly collapsed.

The mountain is winding, this mountain range, if you look down from a high altitude, the ridge covered by ice and snow is really the appearance of a coiled dragon, the dragon's head, the dragon's waist, the dragon's tail, and even the dragon's horns and dragon's whiskers are lifelike and clear. It seems to be thousands of years ago in the flood era, a long dragon was frozen here, never woke up, but its spirit is still there.

In a valley surrounded by this dragon-shaped mountain range, there are peaks on three sides, although the top of the mountain is not high, but the ice and snow are shining, and it is obvious that there is only one entrance and exit. If you look at it from a high place, this is the middle of the dragon's hovering waist, but the strange thing is that on the frozen peaks like mirrors, around the valley on the peaks, each planted a flag, and the flag is lightly spread, so that in the sharp howling wind, there is more "fluttering" sound.

The five flags are full of five colors, the flagpole is as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and the five flags are either green, black, or red, and the five colors are distinct, as if the long dragon has a lot of pressure out of thin air. No matter how the five colors are distributed, one person sits cross-legged under these five flags. The five human rights were all flat-headed and withered, their faces were blue and tinged with a strange red, and the bodies of two of the five people were trembling slightly.

Suddenly, one of the five. Suddenly, he let out a soft snort, and after an obscure spell, the spirits of the five of them were all lifted. "Senior brothers, the aura of that Dharma Protector's telekinetic master has plummeted, take this opportunity to ......" Before his words fell, suddenly the two who were trembling opened their mouths and spurted out a mouthful of blood, obviously at the end of the crossbow. It is at this time, junior disciples. There is no need to keep it, with all his strength, the strength of the Dharma protector is already weak and difficult to check......"

within the valley. Except for the snowdrifts, which vary in height, there are only two people. One of them was a bald toddler who was only four or five years old, and the other was a thin lama. The bald boy was also dressed as a lama, and his hands were tied into a dharma seal. It should be a childish and innocent little face. At this moment, the treasure is solemn, and the light of the Buddha is flowing. It's just that the light that represents the cultivation of the realm, above his head, is already extremely weak.

And the man behind him, with his arms bare and extremely thin, saw his figure suddenly move, as if moving. But it was as if he hadn't moved at all, just on his rock-like face. It's even more bloodless. He looked up, his eyes were a little worried, and with a pair of thumbs on both hands, a mist suddenly rose on the snow, and the snowflakes spun rapidly, enveloping him and the little bald head in it.

The wind and snow swirled, and a big snowball seemed to roll up in the valley, and together with this snowball, the five people sitting under the five-color banner were under double pressure, and finally another person opened his mouth and spurted blood, "Senior brother, let's be one...... Otherwise, this person's mental power is enough to drag us down, and the Miribala family has always been known for their spells, so I really don't know when there will be such a telekinetic master......"

"Jubigu, I'm back." In the valley, in the almost transparent snowball, the lama with bare arms and withered face said softly, "That young man from the Central Plains really came to the plateau, but his cultivation supernatural powers seem to be far from enough to deal with the four Vedic ancient formations exercised by those few people outside the valley......"

The little bald head smiled slightly, he was born with a round face and big ears, this slight smile, compassion and compassion for the world, and the artistic conception is round, so that people ignore that he is just a child, and seems to be a high-ranking monk, and like the Bodhisattva Buddha who has made a great vow, "Basang, your whole life has been dedicated to the Miri Bala family, what you cultivate is mental power, and your vows are too deep, and they are not among my degrees, so Basang, you don't have to perform disciple salutes, I can't spend your ......" He was four or five years old, and when he said this, it didn't make people feel abrupt and ridiculous, On the contrary, it is the extremes of nature.

In Tibetan, Zhu Bigu means "reincarnated" and "living Buddha", and this little bald head is naturally the little living Buddha that Wei Fei once saw under the Lushan Pavilion and gave him empowerment. Under the escort of Basang, he went deep into the Central Plains because of Zhuoma, and then lost the message, so that the Miribala family lost two masters in order to find him, and it turned out that they were besieged in this valley at this time.

"Young Master Miribala......" Basang was stunned, but changed his words, he has devoted his life to cultivating mindfulness, knowing that what Miribala Little Living Buddha said is right, his mental method of cultivating mindfulness is actually the same as the essence of Zhuoma, but it is missing Dolma's kind of hatred for heaven and earth, full of resentment and willingness, so he can't surrender Zhuoma, he must rely on the compassion of Miribala Little Living Buddha, but his realm has arrived, and his mental power has been cultivated to the extreme, even if he has the heart to re-realize, he can't go further, In this life, there is only the supernatural power of telekinesis.

Therefore, the firmness of Basang's state of mind can be imagined, and he said calmly: "Young Master Miribala, my realm is limited, and it is difficult to understand why Young Master Miribala values that Central Plains person, but Basang doesn't think that Central Plains person can solve the crisis at this time, just now I have already consumed most of my strength, and Basang's duty is only to protect Young Master Miribala......"

"Basang, you still have to go out and bring him into the valley again......" The little living Buddha of Miri Bala suddenly interrupted Basan, "What those people above are not using the Four Vedic Ancient Formations, and what they want is not the great cause for the arrival of this millennium of Esoteric Buddhism, Basang, Wei Fei's origin is extraordinary, as for the mark I left on him, Basang, the cause and effect, there is always a doom, although he has obtained the inheritance of the Kaqi Buddha Mother Dharma King because of this, but ......"

Obviously, at this time, the little living Buddha of Miribala was already the real living Buddha wisdom, and he was besieged in this valley, but he knew that Wei Fei had come to the plateau, and he had also obtained the inheritance of the Mother of the Kaqi Buddha. When he gave Wei Fei an empowerment at the foot of the Mountain Pavilion, he probably didn't even know what he was doing, but the wisdom of his Living Buddha was revived, and the cause and effect of it were immediately clear.

Miri Bala's little living Buddha changed his hands for a Dharma seal, only to see his lips open and close, but no sound came out, and golden lotus flowers spit out from his mouth, and the lotus flowers were like the size of a coin at the beginning, floating in the air, and the golden light shot out in all directions, and then fell into Basang's body. Basang couldn't help but shout, "Young Master Miribala...... "He knew that this was the "Tongue Lotus Flower" in the supreme divine power of Tantra.

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