Anti-grave robbery: scare away Jin Xiaowei at the beginning

Chapter 471 Amitabha, the donor has a relationship with my Buddha

To the back of the hotel is a steep glacier-melting waterfall.

If it is in spring and summer, hanging bridge waterfalls will be formed here, and the snow on the alpine glaciers will melt and flow down, which is extremely spectacular.

And now, it's the winter season.

Don't say it's Shenming Feiliu Waterfall, you can't see a drop of water.

At first glance, it looks like an eighty-degree steep slide.

Hu Bayi jumped down, he was really chic when he jumped.

But after jumping off, it was really embarrassing.

Fortunately, it was Hu Bayi.

When Hu Bayi joined the army, he often went skating and skiing in the snow-capped mountains, especially in the generation of Kunlun Mountain. Hu Bayi also encountered the ice coffin of the ghost mother and the nine-story demon tower.

Now Hu Bayi is sitting safely on the ice track, speeding down slippery.

Hu Bayi looked at the hotel that was getting farther and farther away, and recalled some rumors about Xianbei Mountain in his mind.

The only hotel in Xianbei Mountain should be here.

Then go outside, where can I go?
But if he stays here, Hu Bayi will be exposed sooner or later, that old fox of Wu Sansheng will definitely inquire about his secret.

My secret is too big now, I can't reveal it, I have to fight against Bai Yujing, even if I just want to earn points selfishly, I have to do so.

This may be the overall situation that Baidi often talks about.

So where do we go next?

Hu Bayi didn't know.

But one thing is certain.

That is to quickly find a quiet and safe place, take out the token given by Zuo Qianhu, and bring Xiandeng the dead soldier camp over.

Tiandao sees that he is fighting against him, so he may increase his investment in himself.

As Lao Hu was thinking about it, a sudden sound of knocking on the wooden fish came from his ear.

The wooden fish's voice echoed in the ice and snow, and there was also the monk's voice faintly.

"Enlightenment, don't talk about destiny!"

"Do not take the scriptures for practice."

"One sad, one happy, one dry."

"Which previous life is doomed."

"Cassocks are inherently impure."

"The world of mortals is untainted and the sex is empty."

"The millennium clock of the ancient temple."

"It's just an idiot's dream."

Hu Bayi stepped onto the frozen river.

The air was as cold as thick fog, and the further you walked, the more you saw a golden light flying into the sky.

In the golden light, an old monk sat upright.

The old monk's upper body was half naked, a piece of Buddhist satin stretched from his left shoulder to his waist, and his body was full of bronze-colored bumps, making even a bodybuilding coach feel ashamed.

Look at the three-color Lama hat with his logo on his head!

No matter how stupid Hu Bayi was, he recognized the identity of this person.

Hu Bayi muttered, "Snow Mountain Lama!"

When the old monk got up, he had no shoes on his feet. He just stood barefoot on the zero-degree ice surface. He wore Buddhist satin on his upper body and blackened bronze monk trousers on his lower body. His whole temperament was very snowy. The simple facial features, which were dry and cracked by the sun, clasped their hands together and performed a Buddhist ceremony, "Almsgiver, don't come here without any harm."

Hu Bayi looked at the old monk and said, "Master, do I know you?"

The old monk smiled and said, "I don't know."

Hu Bayao said, "Then what are you stopping me from doing?"

The old monk said indifferently, "Seven days ago, the Buddha appeared, let me come here to wait for a person with predestined relationship. The old monk has been waiting here for seven days, and the seven days have come. The almsgiver appeared in response to the Buddha, which shows that the almsgiver is my predestined person." .”

Hu Bayi didn't have a good opinion of monks, especially for lamas and monks in foreign lands, tofu with hemp rope, let alone mention it.

Hu Bayao said, "I'm not a predestined person for your gods, and I'm not interested in your Buddha. It's nothing, I'll go first."

Hu Bayi turned around to leave, the old monk stepped on the ice with his left foot, a deep crack shot up into the sky, the ice cracked, crackling, the ice in front of Hu Bayi broke, Only cold river water under the pounding ice!

Hu Bayi looked at the old monk who was like a bodybuilder, "Teacher, we really don't know each other well, why do you insist on staying with me?"

The old monk said stubbornly, "The benefactor is destined to be with the poor monk. The benefactor should listen to what the poor monk said. Did the benefactor kill a Living Buddha in the Golmud Sanatorium?"

Hu Bayi looked at the old monk, and his memory went back to two years ago. At that time, he had just completed the task of Bai Yujing, Jingjue Ancient City, and was resting. Then the incident in the Golmud Sanatorium broke out.

Hu Bayi looked at the old monk, "That Living Buddha, who are you?"

The old monk said, "My junior brother."

Hu Bayi looked at the old monk, "Your junior brother? So, it took you two years to think of looking for me?"

The old monk put his hands together, "The poor monk walked down the snow-capped mountains, one step at a time, and it is the blessing of the Living Buddha to come here to find you in two years."

For a while, Hu Bayi admired Mr. Bodybuilder's old lama and was speechless.

Your junior brother died, and you walked away for two years to find me.

Are you eager for revenge or are you saying you don't want revenge?
If you are in a hurry for revenge, you should have taken a plane and killed me two years ago.

If you don't want revenge, why have you worked so hard to come so far, just to settle accounts with me?

The old monk looked at Hu Bayi, and said calmly, "The poor monk has no intention of avenging my junior brother! My junior brother learned a little magic from Baihe Temple, and then he went around bluffing and deceiving. When my master passed away, he asked me to accept him." My junior brother, I have never had a chance, now that you killed my junior brother, you have done a great good for my Buddhism!"

Hu Bayi heard this, "So, you didn't settle accounts with me, you came to thank me?"

"Yes." The old monk said, "In order to express my gratitude to you, I implore you to cut off your hair and become a monk, enter the Baihe Temple, and become my new junior. Inherit Baihe Buddhism and pass it on without limit."

Hearing this, Hu Bayi was so angry that he said, "Is there any end? I helped you, but you want to repay your kindness with revenge. That's how you lamas do things? I don't have time to talk so much nonsense with you now, I still have things to do. To deal with it, if you really have the guts, you can cripple my legs, I really want to see how strong you are!"

Hu Bayi now knows that he is the son of luck, so he speaks openly.

Hu Bayi is confident that the identity of Tiandao's son can make the old lama jealous.

In fact, the old lama really didn't make a move. The old lama put on a sincere gesture, "The benefactor is not willing, so the poor monk will follow the benefactor, and the benefactor will be willing one day."

Hu Bayi raised his hand, "Okay, as long as you can keep up, then you can follow!"

Before he finished speaking, Hu Bayi shook the rope in his hand, and went straight to the sky.

The rope jumped tens of meters above the ground, black clouds gathered, and the dark clouds and thunder disappeared.

Hu Bayi glanced at the old lama, "Can you keep up? If you can't keep up, forget it!"

The old lama clasped his hands together, "Central Plains alchemy, divine clues! The benefactor can try it!"

Hu Bayi jumped up suddenly, dragging the divine clue, and rushed into the dark clouds. The faster divine clue fell from the sky, and Hu Bayi disappeared.

The old lama read the words, aiming at the north without rushing, his figure crouched slightly, the ten toes of his bare feet were spread out, and the golden Buddha fire was diffused from all ten toes.

In the next moment, whoosh!

A golden flame roared away!

The flames exploded, and huge waves exploded directly from the river surface. The flames scorched the ice surface and melted the ice and snow. The entire glacier seemed to be blasted by thunder!
It didn't take long for the old lama and Hu Bayi to disappear, and several people fell behind.

"Third uncle! It's Hu Bayi's clue!"

"The traces here are the steps of Lie Yan Arhats! They are the footprints of those lamas!"

"Why did Hu Bayi get mixed up with the lama?"

"Ghost knows, Lao Hu feels bewitched!"

"He must have been possessed by an evil spirit. He even beat me. Who am I? I am Wang Kaixuan. My kindness to him is like that of an old father. He actually beat his father..."

Everyone searched for Hu Bayi's trace.

Wu Sansheng picked up the rope left by Hu Bayi on the ground, looked into the depths of the iceberg, and sent all the pictures here to the white emperor Xu Ming.

These matters, no matter what, are beyond the scope of Wu Sansheng's ability, and it is the most appropriate way to hand them over to Bai Di.

(End of this chapter)