When Qiang Bagra heard this, he immediately stood up: "Where!"

Yang La pulled Qiang Bagra and chased after him: "I just saw him pass by there. ”

The two of them chased after each other quietly, and after only a few turns, they heard the sound of dripping water, and the two of them poked their heads out to look through the moonlight, and Yang La's face turned red and his ears turned red.

I saw Tan Hao stripping naked and scrubbing his body under the faucet.

Although it was dark at this time, the moonlight was bright, and Yang La could clearly see Tan Hao's naked body, and he could clearly see the muscles on Tan Hao's body like steel and iron.

Tan Hao's body had absorbed relics, and with all these days of penance, almost all the fat on his body had been burned, and all that was left was developed and strong muscles. The blood vessels under his skin became extremely thick one by one, and the muscles on his body rolled at the slightest movement.

In the night, Tan Hao's back was facing Yangla, his back was wide, and there were water droplets rolling on his back, reflecting the cold moonlight, making it more and more obvious that his skin was like steel grinding, hard and powerful, giving people a strong sense of security and strength.

Although Qiang Bagra was a well-informed old man, he suddenly saw Tan Hao standing there like an iron tower, half of his body hidden in the darkness, half of his body bathed in the moonlight, mysterious and majestic, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: This seems to be just a young man, how can he be so mighty? Could it be that he is not a living Buddha, but a Maha Kala can't be?

Maha Gara is the protector of Tibetan Buddhism, Vajra, with three heads and six arms, and is powerful and invincible.

The two of them were stunned for a while, they each held their breath and didn't make a sound, just watched in a daze as Tan Hao scrubbed his body under the water dragon, and then put on his clothes again.

After Tan Hao put on his clothes, he suddenly turned into a sloppy-looking Hanako, and this strong contrast made Qiang Bagra and Yang La unable to react for a while.

Tan Hao took a bath for the first time in nearly ten days, and after washing, he only felt refreshed and comfortable, he stood in place, secretly mobilizing the breath in his body, and feeling the condensed and majestic true qi in his body rushing in the meridians.

After a while, Tan Hao sat down cross-legged on the spot and began to cultivate.

Yang La on the side was stunned for a moment, she took Qiang Bagra's hand, and was about to speak, but saw Qiang Bagra pull her aside and leave her far away before she opened her mouth and whispered: "I said he is a living Buddha, now believe it?"

Tan Hao's meditating posture was learned from Qiu Mo Ning, who studied under Fengwu Palace. And Fengwu Palace believes in Taoism. The posture of Taoist meditation is very similar to that of Buddhism, especially when looking at it from behind, there is almost no difference, and Yang La also whispered in surprise: "I didn't expect him to be a believer, but why didn't he make a pilgrimage?"

Qiangbagra smiled: "We believe in Tibetan Buddhism, maybe he believes in Central Plains Buddhism, this is different.

Yang La asked, "Then he is a believer in Central Plains Buddhism?"

Qiang Bagra thought for a moment and said, "There is a possibility. ”

Youngla asked, "Then what is he doing here?" He looks like he came on foot, and the calluses on his feet are very thick. ”

Qiangbagra smiled, "Yangla, you are very observant. ”

Yang La thought of Tan Hao's sturdy body that many Tibetan boys did not have, so he couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face, his eyes dodged, and he diverted the topic: "Qiang Bagra, what do you say he is doing here?"

"Many Buddhists in the Central Plains, like us, also advocate asceticism, so there is the word ascetic, and I guess this person is an ascetic. ”

But at this point, Yang La was puzzled: "But he didn't shave his hair!"

Qiang Bagra couldn't help frowning, and said with some doubts: "Maybe he is leading the hair cultivation? But the person who leads the hair cultivation has never heard of an ascetic......

As they were talking, the two of them suddenly heard a low sound of breaking through the air, and the girl and the old man glanced at each other, and they all slowed down to see what was going on.

At this look, the two of them were stunned for a moment, only to see a thin line of white mist emerging from the top of Tan Hao's head, which was visible to the naked eye even though it was night, his chest rose and fell, and as soon as he inhaled, Yang La and Qiang Bagra felt as if the air around them had been sucked away by this young man.

Yang Ra's eyes were sharp, she touched Qiang Bagra with her elbow, and then pointed to the ground, Qiang Bagra looked down, and was so shocked that her eyes almost fell out of her sockets.

As soon as Tan Hao inhaled, the sand and dust on the ground rolled towards him, as if he was a huge black hole.

But as soon as Tan Hao exhaled, a straight and thin white line erupted from his mouth, spraying out more than ten meters away, hitting the temple wall with red walls and black tiles, and then spreading in all directions.

The two of them were shocked by Tan Hao's abnormality, and suddenly the breath in Tan Hao's body began to tumble violently, as if the sky was thundering, and countless thunderbolts began to attack Tan Hao's lower abdomen.

Tan Hao knew that this was the situation of entering the breaking realm in advance, but his current environment was not right, and he never dared to break through the realm directly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and instantly mobilized the churning breath in his body into his arm, and then his body jumped up violently, exhaled and screamed, and punched towards a hard rock three meters away.

With a muffled bang, Yang La and Qiang Bagla only felt the ground tremble slightly under their feet, as if an invisible giant had just stomped on the earth.

The two of them didn't dare to take a breath more, but watched Tan Hao gradually regain his breath, then lifted his backpack again, walked out of the temple, and continued to climb towards the top of the mountain.

Yang La and Qiang Bagra waited for Tan Hao to go far, and then they dared to come out, and they all came to the one-person-high rock that Tan Hao punched at a distance of three meters.

This rock was originally a treasure of the temple engraved with golden Sanskrit in Luotuo Temple, Tan Hao erupted in one breath in the dark night, where can he care about identifying this, and punched it out, and at once he made a fist mark in the righteousness of this treasure of the temple.

When Yang La and Jangbagra got closer, they saw that there was a fist mark clearly printed on the stone, and by the bright moonlight, they could even see the clearly recognizable skin lines in the fist print, and around this fist print, the wall of the stone was extremely smooth, as if someone had deliberately slipped through it with a file!

Yang La and Qiang Bagra glanced at each other, both of them were shocked and couldn't help themselves, Yang La ate and said, "O god!

Jan Bagra also muttered excitedly.

The two of them were shocked and excited, when suddenly a cold cough came from behind the two of them.

Yang La was startled, and quickly turned around, but there was a boy standing in front of him, although his hair had been washed, it was still messily draped on his shoulders, and his full beard almost covered his appearance, it was Tan Hao who had gone and returned.

Tan Hao looked at Yang La and Qiang Bagra vigilantly, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing with me?"

Qiang Bagra turned around at this time, knelt down with an excited pop, threw his five bodies to the ground, touched the ground with the backs of his two hands, palms facing the sky, and said reverently: "Living Buddha, thank you for saving my life!"

Tan Hao's vigilance dropped slightly, he owed slightly, and made a posture of bending over and supporting him: "No thanks, it's just a gesture." ”

Qiang Bagra got up from the ground, turned his head and glared at Yang La, who was looking at Tan Hao curiously, and said in a low voice, "What are you doing in a daze?"

In Yangla's eyes, this boy is not very tall, but his shoulders give people a strong and burly feeling, although his hair is scattered, his face is full of beard, as if he is forty or fifty years old, but his eyes are as bright as stars in the sky, and his voice sounds like not much bigger than himself.

Yang La was thinking crankily in his heart, when he suddenly heard Qiang Bagra's low scolding, he suddenly came back to his senses, and said to Tan Hao in a little jerky Chinese with a slight red ear: "I'm really sorry for today's incident, you saved Qiang Baghra's life, but I offended you, you want to scold me, beat me, I have no complaints." ”

Yang La was originally a beautiful woman, and she also had a reputation among the tribe for the flowers of Xizhigong.

Looking at the beauty under the moon, doubling the charm and charm, Yang La carefully apologized, even if he was an iron man, he had to be a little soft-hearted.

Tan Hao saw that although this Tibetan girl was dressed like a foreign race, her eyes were even more innocent, and he couldn't help but feel a little good in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have helped him on the road at all.

Tan Hao nodded to Yang La, with a gentle smile on his face: "Don't be so polite. ”

Yang La saw Tan Hao smile slightly, and his gaze at him became extraordinarily soft, and his heart couldn't help but pound, and his ears were so red that his ears were red.

Qiang laughed with a kind smile on his face, and he said in Chinese: "I don't know the benefactor's surname?"

Tan Hao smiled: "Don't dare to be a benefactor, grandpa, you can call me Tan Hao." ”

Qiang Bagra smiled and stroked the three-inch-long white beard on his chest, and said, "It turned out to be Little Brother Tan, I don't know what you are doing here?" Is it tourism or cultivation?"

Tan Hao was stunned for a moment, he thought that Qiang Bagra had already recognized his identity as a cultivator when he saw him practicing Qi before, he thought about it and simply admitted: "I came here to practice." ”

Qiangbagra smiled brighter and brighter: "This is great, we are also going to the snow-capped mountains to make a pilgrimage, if you don't dislike it, how about we go together?"

Tan Hao thought about these people's three-step and one-step kowtow style, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, with the meaning of refusal in his heart, he said: "I may be in a hurry, and you ......"

Qiang Bagra seemed to see through Tan Hao's thoughts, he waved his hand and smiled: "We don't all kowtow like this all the way, only at the foot of the holy mountain, we start to worship, otherwise hundreds of kilometers along the way, we are afraid that we will kowtow to death if we don't walk halfway!"

Tan Hao couldn't help but laugh when he saw what the old man said, and Qiang Bagra saw that he was a little moved, so he said to Yang La: "Yang La, did you say it?"

Yang La was a little shy by Tan Hao's gaze before, but when she heard Qiang Bagra say this, a pair of extremely beautiful big eyes looked at Tan Hao hotly, she giggled, and she was really bright-eyed: "Qiang Baghra, what you said is true." This big brother, if you don't dislike it, just go with us, there is a care on the road, and this plateau is very big, and there are many highland wolves! Of course, although you are not afraid of wolves, what if you get lost?"

After hearing this, Tan Hao's heart couldn't help but move, and the god nodded and said, "Okay!"