At this time, it was late autumn, the weather in the north was cold, and the passers-by were wearing thick shirts, but these five lamas were each showing their arms openly, wearing red monk robes, which was very eye-catching.

The old monk standing beside Mo Li, with a thin figure and a dark complexion, looked about fifty years old, his eyebrows and hair were frost-colored, and his wrinkles were quite deep, but his eyes were as clear as a lake, revealing innocence like a child, which made people can't help but have a feeling of intoxication.

These are by no means ordinary monks.

Mo Li looked at the old monk in front of him, under this person's thin body, there was a faint hidden extremely majestic power, which made him feel a little familiar.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come!

Mo Li was a little vigilant in his heart, but his face was indifferent, and he just said softly: "The master is himself." ”

"Amitabha!"

The monk bowed and said, "The little donor is kind-hearted, and the old monk has thanked him here." ”

He took a step forward and sat directly across from Mo Li, and then, a pair of eyes looked at Mo Li motionlessly.

If it's really coming at me, is it a master sent by the Yuan Court to chase and kill?

Mo Xuan's head flickered, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a very indifferent face: "I don't know if the master has been staring down, but something is wrong below?" ”

The old monk smiled and said: "The little donor misunderstood, it is the little donor that you have an extraordinary bearing and a deep fortune, since the old monk came down the mountain, he has read all living beings, and you should be the first person to be the little donor!" ”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he was muttering how to say, and then he smiled and said: "The dragon and phoenix, the watch of the sky, is like the sun in the sky, brilliant and dazzling." ”

"It turns out that the master can still look at the face."

Mo Li picked up the teacup, handed it to his mouth unhurriedly, took a sip slowly, and said, "It's a pity that I don't believe much in this, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint the master." ”

The old monk shook his head and smiled, and said meaningfully: "Believe it or not, the Buddha is in Lingshan." ”

"Childe, your fire is so good!" The old Li Tou suddenly interjected and shouted.

Mo Li raised his eyes to see that the old man was putting two prepared fires on a plate at this time, ready to bring them to him.

"Uncle, pack it, I'll take it to eat on the road."

Mo Li took out the silver money, put it on the table, and said to the old monk: "I'm sorry, master, I still have urgent things to do next, so I don't have to accompany you." ”

After a pause, he stroked the long sword on his waist and said, "Also, I don't believe in Buddhism, I only believe in the sword in my hand." ”

He was about to leave, but the old monk recited the Buddha's horn in a low voice, and his voice was sincere and solemn, with a strange charm, which made people can't help but trace the source of the sound.

Mo Li subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see that the old monk was still a talented old monk, but on the thin body, there was a faint amount of glass pure light flowing, with a smile on his face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, in an instant, as if the golden Buddha in the hall stepped into the mortal world, which made people feel a sense of respect in their hearts.

"Buddha...... Buddha?! ”

Lao Li, an ordinary stall owner, saw this scene, he was already frightened and had no owner, hurriedly knelt on the ground, folded his hands, and said urgently: "Meet the Buddha, my Buddha is merciful, the believers are sluggish, and I hope that the Buddha will forgive the sin and forgive ......the sins."

He kowtowed on the ground again and again, and the old monk nodded and smiled at him, raised his hand slightly, and said, "Donor, please get up, the old monk is not a Buddha, don't misunderstand." ”

"How is it possible, you are clearly the Buddha descending to earth!" Old Li Tou swore solemnly.

The old monk smiled and said: "The Buddha is in the Lingshan, but also in the heart, there is a Buddha in the heart, everyone is a Buddha, donor get up quickly, the old monk is still waiting to eat your donkey meat to burn." ”

At the mention of the four words of donkey meat burning, Lao Li Tou was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Buddha, if you want to eat, then I will make it for you!" ”

He got up hurriedly, and headed for the fireside.

Mo Li shook his head lightly, did not speak, and continued to walk.

However, at this time, the old monk spoke out and dissuaded: "Donor, please stay." ”

This sentence made Mo Wei feel bad, and instead of stopping, he walked faster and walked out.

But he's fast, and someone is faster.

The figures of the four lamas who came with him swayed, but they blocked all his way, each palmed together, lowered his eyebrows, and silently recited the scriptures in his mouth, looking solemn.

Mo Li frowned slightly, turned to look at the monk, and said with an unhappy face: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Don't misunderstand the donor, the old monk just has a few words to say to the donor, not anything else."

He smiled apologetically, and the compassion on his face was even more intense, just like the incarnation of the Buddha in the world, and he only listened to him: "The donor is destined for my Buddha." ”

Am I related to the Buddha?

Mo Li was stunned for a moment, this monk was not a person sent by the Yuan Court, shouldn't he take his life, how could he have a relationship with the Buddha?

"Don't believe it."

The old monk smiled: "The old monk was entrusted by the senior brother of Hutu to find a disciple for him, and when he saw the donor today, he felt that the donor was very suitable. ”

Although Tibet is now under the leadership of the Yuan court, but since the Buddhist debate, Pasipa was canonized as the emperor, and the entire Tibet has been attributed to Buddhism, and the living Buddha of Tibet is the leader of Tibet, equal to the emperor, or even greater than the emperor's power, faith can make believers dedicate everything!

As soon as this old monk opened his mouth, it was such a big temptation, and he couldn't help but remind Mo Li of the routine of his previous life, Qin Shi Huang, playing money?

Subconsciously, he asked, "So how much does it cost?" ”

When the four monks heard this, they couldn't help but have a look of anger on their faces.

The old monk clasped his palms together, shook his head and smiled: "The four major monks are empty, gold and silver are mundane things, if the donor likes it, he will inherit the position of the living Buddha in the future, and there are 2,000 temples and pavilions in Tibet, and the money is all for the donor to obtain." ”

Mo Li looked at the old monk in front of him coldly, and said, "I said it below, I don't believe in Buddhism, I only believe in swords, please get out of the way." ”

His voice was not loud, but the words and sentences concealed internal force, which fell into the ears of several monks, only shocking their bodies and blood tumbling and shaking.

A look of horror flashed in the eyes of the four monks who blocked the way, and the old monk's smile grew thicker.

He stretched out a right palm and said: "If the donor insists on leaving, the old monk can't force him to stay, as long as the donor can move the palm of the old monk, the old monk and others will never stop it." ”

The palm of the hand was very thin and thin, like a bare branch in winter, and it seemed that it would break with some effort.

Mo Li would not put this palm in his eyes, he silently used his internal strength and raised his hand to put it up, but the moment he touched it, on that palm, there was suddenly an extremely majestic force pressed over, and in that dry arm, there was an extremely vigorous vitality of qi and blood, like a mountain suddenly pressing down!

This qi and blood fluctuation is very familiar, it is the dragon elephant like a skill!

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