Huba Cilen strode ahead, whining and roaring in his mouth, and a tiger howling and a wolf howling.

Fang Yin was far behind, and he was secretly frightened for a while. This person is too big, straight above the two ends of the Taoist priest, the person is tall, the legs are long, and the steps are also big, if you want to keep up with his pace, you have to run. There are many strange people in the world, and this time Daoist Fang saw another one, and the group of wolves followed the giant, wagging their tails and jumping up and down, like a group of joyful and frolicking dogs. At this time, Fang Yin knew that his name was Huba Cileng, a descendant of the Snow Mountain Tantra.

It was Moro who said it, Moro is the senior brother, and Huba Cileng is the junior brother.

This is the Gobi Desert, the grass and trees are sparse, the sand and gravel are exposed, and the air-dried and wrinkled rocks can be seen everywhere, large and small, gray and white. This is the country of Xiliang, and it is difficult for Daoist Fang and Xiliang people to communicate with each other because of their language barriers, but fortunately there is a Master Moro. Master Moro is also a descendant of the Snow Mountain Tantra, knowledgeable and proficient in many languages, and is a great disciple of the Snow Mountain Tantra Tuoga Luoqing Buddha. And in front of it is the snow-capped mountain, the mountain is high and majestic, the snow does not melt all year round, named: Big Snow Mountain.

Looking into the distance, you can see the top of the snow-capped mountain, the snow is connected to the clouds in the sky, and the movement and stillness are suitable to show the ancient color of the sky.

In the Great Snow Mountain, there is a living Buddha, people recite it, and the Buddha falls.

There are many stories of the Living Buddha of Tuojialuo, and the Living Buddha of Tuojia is a legend that the Living Buddha of Tuojia has only two disciples, Moro and Khuba Cilen. Moro was in his fifties, a flat-faced, dark, thin man, with short, thick hair like Huba Cilen, and a lama in red. Legend has it that the living Buddha of the Snow Mountain, Jialuo, has supernatural powers, and his two disciples have their own inheritance, and all sentient beings promote Buddhism.

When it comes to Buddhism, when it comes to lamas, Daoist Fang will think of Nanshan Zen monks. There is nothing great about monks, there is nothing great about living Buddhas, and Lingxiu monks are still called living Buddhas, and there is nothing different from others. Martial arts are as high as Dinghai, Buddhism is as deep as empty smell, Fang Yin has also seen it, Fang Daoist thinks that he is willing to bow to the wind and is not as good as it, but he also doesn't think it's too great-

But this living Buddha is not another living Buddha.

"The Living Buddha knows that you are coming, and the Living Buddha wants me to pick you up. "That's what Master Moro said.

This is not martial arts, this is a supernatural power, an unpredictable prophet. For this kind of strange and chaotic thing, Daoist Fang never believed it, and Daoist Fang scoffed. But Daoist Fang had to believe that the world was wonderful, the righteousness was very profound, and there were some things that Daoist Fang could not explain. Master Mani also said that the wolves were originally fed by the Snow Mountain Temple, and they have not been out of the Snow Mountain for more than ten years, and you can meet them on the road when you come, which is also the meaning of the Living Buddha.

And Moro said, "Wolf, I am there to fetch you."

Moro said that the collar around the neck of the green wolf is a guide to the mountain.

Moro said, you are a true Buddha, the wolf please do not move, the living Buddha wants me to come and pick it up.

Moro said, you are here, the living Buddha is waiting for you, this is the meeting that was destined in the previous life, and the living Buddha and you are going to meet each other.

Moro said a lot of things, all of them were the words of the living Buddha, and Daoist Fang thought it was strange, and they were all stupid.

The most amazing sentence is: Your surname is Fang, and your name is Fang Yin.

The most astonishing sentence is: There is a scar on the back of your head, three inches above your left ear.

The most astonishing sentence is: The living Buddha said that you kicked a black donkey when you were two and a half years old.

I can't describe the horror in Daoist Fang's heart at that time, Daoist Fang's head was kicked by a donkey or not, and Daoist Fang doesn't remember, but the scar hidden in his long hair is a secret that only Fang Yin himself knows!

Togara means "God of Suffering".

Daisetsuzan Mountain.

Before he could go up the mountain, Fang Yin was taken aback again!

There are people at the foot of the mountain, and a large group of people are pressed by the black pressure, gathered at the foot of the mountain, and bowed to the ground.

Look at the clothes are short robes and riding boots, leather skirts with crowns, and look like braided hair and black and red complexion, and so on.

Behind the sky, everyone is silent.

There were cattle and sheep all around, scattered everywhere, generally silent.

There are cattle and sheep, there are tigers and leopards, and jackals are the majority, and they generally stand silently at the foot of the mountain, as if listening.

There are also birds and finches, and eagle vultures, each perched on the branches, not moving or singing.

There is only the sound of the wind, and the sound of insects rises from time to time.

There must be a demon when something goes wrong, Daoist Fang was already frightened, and for a moment it was terrifying and stressful: "Mo, Moro?"

"The Living Buddha is preaching, you come. Moro nodded and smiled, and walked up the mountain path first.

A mountain road, halfway up the mountain.

Roadside, a temple, a temple built of stone.

In front of the temple, a stove, a stone stove.

There is a fire burning in the stove, tea is boiling in the pot, and one person is by the stove, the old lama in red.

This is the Snow Mountain Temple, which greatly surprised Fang Yin, and the things he saw were extremely simple, which could be said to be simple.

Of course, people are not simple, and people are living Buddhas.

The living Buddha is preaching, the living Buddha is sitting on a stone platform, facing the foot of the mountain, his eyes are closed and his lips are moving: "......"

"This, this, this isn't-" Daoist Fang looked at him with straight eyes, and was stupid again: "Empty sadness?"

When Fang Yin first saw the Tuogaluo, he was taken aback! This old lama, or living Buddha, was very similar in shape and appearance to the empty sorrow or the third eye! It was tall and thin, like a coat rack, and the general slender face was wrinkled, and it looked like an old bitter gourd that had been dried up, and the appearance of his sad face was extremely similar! Of course, there were differences when he looked closely. Kongbei has no beard, white eyebrows, and a shaved head. And Toga's eyebrows are black, his beard is black, his hair is also black, and his complexion is three points darker than empty sorrow, leaving an inch.

The three masters and apprentices are all inch-inch, and it seems that the monks here are popular with this hairstyle.

Huba Cilen closed his eyes and sat obediently beside the stone platform, making a gesture of listening.

I can't understand what the Taoist priest is talking about, just like listening to the abbot's lectures, and it's better than Huba Cileng's classmates, who can't understand it at all. This is ancient Sanskrit, the two of them can't understand it, and no one can understand it, including those people of different races at the foot of the mountain, those birds, animals, ants, and insects. But they were listening, but they were listening, but they were listening, Fang Yin suddenly understood why they were all at the foot of the mountain at that time listening to the living Buddha's lectures that they couldn't hear on the mountainside.

Anyway, it's the same when I hear it, just like Daoist Fang, I don't understand it.

"Come on. Moro squatted in front of the stove, chopped the tea bricks with an iron knife, and smiled and signaled, "Sit." ”

The Living Buddha was preaching, and the only person who could understand the scriptures was Lama Moro, one person.

Fang Yin sat on the ground and looked at each other.

"When the tea is boiled, the scripture is finished. Moro was still smiling, and his tea was like a flower: "Speaking of you, you listen—"