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[Text] Chapter 75, Snow Jade God Lion

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The three of them quickly came back to their senses, and their originally relaxed nerves tensed up instantly, but when they locked on the incoming person with fierce momentum, they all froze for a moment.

What stood before them was not an imaginary enemy, but... an old lama!

The old man is over half a century old, and the years have left marks on his face, and his figure is already a little rickety, but against the backdrop of the red Tibetan robe, the old man looks ruddy, energetic, and his face with a gentle smile makes people feel happy Warm and friendly, the unusually bright eyes showed the extraordinaryness of the old man.

"The night scene is beautiful." The old man calmly looked at the Potala Palace under the night scene.

"Who are you!" Yang Jing asked in a deep voice, his eyes subconsciously wandered around in the dark, the old man seemed harmless, but he felt something unusual from the other person.

Looking at Yang Jing, who was full of vigilance, the old man smiled softly: "Don't panic, I have no malicious intentions."

"I'm asking, who are you!" Yang Jing's eyes turned cold.

"Young people, the Buddha saves the demons in the heart. There are Buddhas but no demons. If the murderous intent is too heavy, it will blind the mind and enter the prison of the mind."

"What bullshit Buddha demon?" Yang Jing frowned, he hated others talking to him and showing off his knowledge.

Di Cheng coughed lightly, signaling Yang Jing not to be rude, and bowed slightly to the old man: "Please don't take offense, old man, I apologize to you on my brother's behalf."

The old man looked at Di Cheng quietly, his bright eyes were like stars in the sky, trying to pierce people's hearts.Di Cheng's heart shuddered. He never thought that human eyes could be so bright, not even Xi Yuhuang's evil eyes.

The old man smiled softly, and continued to look at the Potala Palace in front of him: "Do you believe in fate?"

Di Cheng was surprised by the sudden appearance of the old man, and also surprised by his inexplicable words, but he still replied politely: "I don't believe in fate, I believe in fate."

What is fate?I'm afraid no one can tell clearly, as if there is some guidance in the dark.Before I knew it, I had grown up from an ignorant boy, and many brothers and friends appeared around me.But if it's not fate, how can I explain the chance encounters with Peng Hou and Yang Jing?

Fate brings them together, fate guides them together, but regarding fate... Di Cheng has no obsession, chooses his own path, decides and dominates everything by himself.God let them meet in this life, but did not instruct them what to do, everything... rely on their own hands!Go fight, go fight!

"The word fate is determined by the will of the heavens. It is ethereal, mysterious, palpable, and encounterable, but it cannot be forced."

Di Cheng smiled silently: "Old man, you came here so late, do you just want to find someone to discuss fate? I don't understand Buddhism, and I don't believe in Buddhism, so I don't know much about these mysterious things. I came here tonight just to appreciate The night view of the Lower Potala Palace, that’s all.”

"The three of you are too bloody, too strong, and your hearts are not pure enough, so you are not suitable for this Buddhist realm. Most importantly, you have no Buddhas in your hearts." It's a pity.

"Why, old man, are you here to recruit us to become lamas?" Yang Jing snorted lightly.

"It's fate, I'm just attracted." The old man didn't get angry, and his bright and deep eyes slowly settled on Di Cheng's face.

Di Cheng was slightly startled, and couldn't help chuckling: "Old man, if you have anything to say, just tell me. I have other things to do, so I won't stay here for too long."

He didn't laugh at the old man, but the mysterious and inscrutable appearance of the other party made him feel very uncomfortable. Coupled with the magnificent surroundings, it seemed that he suddenly ran from the real world to the martial arts TV.

"There are living Buddhas in Buddhism, and there are holy sons in the snowy land. The living Buddhas appear in the world, and the holy sons are willing to ride."

"Holy Son? What Holy Son?" Di Cheng frowned slightly.

"Tibetan mastiff is a holy thing in the snow-covered plateau, and the snow mastiff is called the holy son in my Buddhist inner sect. Snow mastiffs are rare and loved by the world, but my inner sect raises them with the purest blood. They walk like a tiger and roar like a tiger." The lion, noble and divine steed, brave and aggressive, is the Snow Jade Divine Lion, the mount of the Living Buddha. The strongest Tibetan mastiff can defeat five wolves, and my Neizong Xueyu Divine Lion can tear apart the wolf king and break the pack of wolves." The old man was gentle. A look of pride appeared on his face.

"I've heard of the Snow Mastiff. It is indeed noble and divine. The Snow Mastiff with the purest blood should be more conspicuous, but... what does this have to do with me?" Di Cheng suddenly had a thought in his mind, this old man could not be a prostitute. Pets?However, this thought disappeared in a flash, and the other party's appearance of an extraterrestrial expert did not seem to be pretending.

"It has nothing to do with you, but under the guidance of the living Buddha, it has something to do with you." The old man smiled softly.

"What's wrong with you old man, if you keep nagging, I'll beat you!" Yang Jing, who couldn't stand the old man's ink stains, yelled angrily, and almost punched him with his fist.

But as soon as the drinking sound started, there was a deafening roar from the side of the mountain, like a lion's roar, like a tiger's howl, like madness or a warning, but the voice was a little immature and a little eager.

Following bursts of noise, a white figure sprang out quickly. Its body was snow-white without any impurities, except for its four hooked claws with a touch of golden yellow. They were not big in size, but they were extremely majestic. The word "Shen Jun".

Roar……

Bai Ying appeared and roared at Di Cheng and the others again, showing even more mighty momentum.

Di Cheng's eyes lit up, and he was immediately attracted by this wolf-sized beast, such a ferocious beast.

Afterwards, a large number of lamas who ran out respectfully saluted the old man, uttering a few words in Tibetan, as if expressing apology to the old man.

The old man walked towards the white beast, gently stroking the lion's mane, but was pushed away a little annoyed by the other party. He gave a few warnings, and "looked" at Di Cheng again.

Slightly dazed, the old man suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly: "This number is determined by God. Twins will be born in one generation, one son will recognize the living Buddha, and the other will subdue the hero. The number of days, this is the number of days!"

Roar……

Looking at each other for a moment, the white beast suddenly went berserk, its four claws slapped the ground, trembling faintly, and its majestic body swooped towards Di Cheng.

Like a tiger pouncing on its prey, like a lion fighting its enemies, its power is frightening!

"What a beast!" Yang Jing yelled angrily, and stepped forward, but the moment he started, Di Cheng moved at the same time, twirling his feet, and leaping forward.

"I'm coming!" With a long roar, Di Cheng locked his eyes on the white beast like an eagle, swiped his palms and danced out his palm prints, brazenly meeting it.

Bang bang bang!

The strong palms forcefully suppressed the opponent's sharp claws, and the footsteps twisted, turning and staggering with him.

The white beast fell heavily to the ground, but its majestic body did not stop at all. It nimbly turned around and attacked again, waving its sharp claws with a sense of strength and fierce momentum, and kept pounced.

The intimidating momentum made all the lamas around change their expressions, and retreated ten steps away in shock. They had never seen the white beast so mad and mighty.If it weren't for taking care of each other day and night, they would have been familiar with each other for a long time, and they might have been paralyzed by fright.

The white beast was exceptionally brave, whether it was roaring momentum, brave strength, or agility and swiftness, it was almost the same as the steppe wolf king.

The figure flew around, and after several fights, Di Cheng laughed loudly, his hands suddenly strengthened, and he thrust in like lightning, and clasped the white beast's claws precisely with a snap.At the same time, with both feet swinging, the white beast's powerful hind legs were bounced off, and it was thrown to the ground hard.

Roar……

The white beast struggled vigorously, and its four golden claws moved vigorously, but how could Di Cheng let go, exerting all his strength to press it tightly.

It took a full 5 minutes before the white beast gradually gave up struggling, and its chest heaved continuously, as if it had exhausted its strength.It was also at this time that the eyes of the white beast that had been trembling all the time suddenly opened, and the black jade-like pupils first flashed a little bit of confusion, and then fixed directly on Di Cheng.

The tensed body gradually relaxed, and after looking at each other for a long time, the white beast's head suddenly arched, and it didn't even make any resistance.The obedient appearance is completely different from the fierceness before, but the aloofness and stubbornness in the opened eyes are still there.

"As expected, congratulations." The old man nodded with a smile, and the other lamas exchanged expressions of surprise, and bowed one after another, as if sending congratulations.

Di Cheng let go of the white beast, patted the dirt on its body, and rubbed the thick long hair on its head. "This is the Snow Mastiff, the Holy Son of Buddhism you speak of, the Snow Jade Divine Lion?"

"Exactly, but now it's yours."

Di Cheng raised his eyebrows to look at the old man, and said with a light smile, "I like this little guy very much, but I don't want to accept other people's gifts without knowing it, and it's so abrupt."