Buddha Immortal

Chapter 27 Journey to Tibet
Guo Lingchan searched a lot of information on the cultivation of war pets on the Internet. They all said that war pets can become very close to their owners as long as they are fed for a period of time. At this time, they can not only ride, but also command them to do some things through gestures or simple words.

Guo Lingchan found that although the little guy was very intimate, he couldn't command it at all, and no one in the family could get close to it except himself, as long as he got close to it by about two feet, he would immediately growl.In order not to hurt his family, Guo Lingchan had to lock it in the room.

In addition, he is also facing an imminent problem, that is, the few hundred grams of Shayuan Qi he collected is almost consumed by the little guy, and the capacity shows that there are only 67 grams left. He must go to some dangerous places to kill some Shayuan Qi. Beast, collected enough evil energy for the little guy to suck.

As the little beast gradually grows, its food intake is also increasing, from a few grams a day at the beginning to nearly [-] grams a day.

Although the battle pet is too hungry, it will not attack the master, but it will run away and its loyalty will decrease.

Guo Lingchan didn't want this to happen.

He calculated that there is still half a month left before the start of school. He has been practicing hard at home these days. In addition to practicing the three-style Shaolin kicks that he won from Liu Tongtian, he has also become more proficient in controlling Qi, but there is still no breakthrough. sign.

Cultivation, practice, talking about walking and wandering, while cultivating.

Shennongze has the mother of Xiaoshou, so he said that he will never go there again.

In the Huaxia region, apart from Shennongze, the western Tibetan desert is also a famous place of evil. It used to be a nuclear test base, the environment was severely damaged, and the evil spirit was extremely strong. The degree of danger was comparable to that of Shennongze.

However, the Tibetan desert area is one of the birthplaces of Tantric Buddhism, and a large number of eminent monks of Tantric Buddhism are stationed in the Potala Palace on the holy mountain. kill.

Guo Lingchan explained to his family that he wanted to go out to practice for a while, and he would go back to Huaxing City after school started. Although Sergeant Guo was a little surprised by this, he was still very happy. He not only agreed, but also transferred the One hundred thousand, told him to pay more attention to safety, and hurried to work, the police station is very busy.

Guo's mother was a little worried about her son, so she urged him ten thousand times, and finally quietly remitted another 20 to Guo Lingchan, calling him back whenever he had time.

Guo Lingchan smiled secretly while feeling warm in his heart. Since ancient times, a loving mother has had many failures, maybe she was spoiled in her previous life.

It's just that among the mothers in the world, who doesn't love their children?
"Brother, you are no better outside than at home, but you have to be careful. If you can't beat her, run away. When your sister becomes more powerful, I will beat anyone who dares to bully you!" Guo Xuerou still has the heart of a child, she can say whatever comes to her mind.

"Nonsense, your brother is already enough to cause trouble, and if you still help him, you don't know how much trouble you will cause!" Mother Guo reprimanded pretending to be stern.

Guo Xunrou sticks out her tongue mischievously, and winks at Guo Lingchan.

"Mom, then I'm leaving! Little sister, remember to practice hard!" He got into the flying ultimatum, and Sun Butler drove the flying ultimatum to the western sky.

In this era, science and technology are highly developed, and the earth is getting smaller and smaller. There are at least [-] to [-] kilometers from Huaxing to Tibet Desert. He arrived in Huasa City, which is the closest to Tibet Desert, in about half a day.

Huasa City is the Lhasa of China in the 21st century. Most of the people living in this city are Tibetans, and the exotic customs are very strong. After sending Guo Butler back to Huaxing, Guo Lingchan walked casually on the street. There are many shops, special snacks, wine, various Fur coats, accessories, Buddhist items...

There are many people selling everything, and there are many pedestrians. Among them, there are many foreign tourists who are fashionable and different from the Tibetans. Some of them come for sightseeing, and there are also powerful people who come to the desert to hunt and kill evil beasts. , Three teachings and nine streams, almost everyone has it.

Huasa City is a real second-tier city. If it hadn't been for technology and permanent population, it would have been a first-tier city.

Walking casually on the street, he felt a strong sense of foreign land, just the strange clothes of the Tibetan deserters and the yurt-like houses on both sides of the street made him very novel.

The locals here are very straightforward, and they are also very aggressive. They can strike at a disagreement. When buying and selling, they say that one is one, and they will not lie.

He thought it would be better to go to the countryside and do as the Romans do. He spent nearly [-] merit coins on a fur coat and a fur hat. It is much warmer, and the wind in Huassa City is particularly strong, and there is also a lot of dust in the air.

Originally in the 21st century, there was no Tibetan desert.

Later, the environment was seriously damaged and the vegetation was reduced. Only then did the great desert in Xinjiang begin to swallow up the surroundings frantically. into a desert.

Guo Lingchan had long admired the holy mountain in Huasa City, so he walked in that direction.

On the way, he could occasionally see one or two lamas with detached expressions, wearing red monk robes, a kind of cockscomb Banxia hat, and bare arms.

When pedestrians meet a lama, they will respectfully step aside and put their hands together to ask questions.

There are quite a few foreign tourists who don't know much about the local rules, but they will follow suit, and many of them put their palms together and bow or nod respectfully with a smile on their faces.

Lamas generally ignore it and just walk on their own.

It is precisely because of these lamas that Huasa City can guarantee safety, no matter how powerful the evil beasts dare to enter Huasa City, because it is said that there lives a dharma king second only to the emperor in the Potala Palace.

Soon Guo Lingchan arrived at the foot of the holy mountain, which is also the center of Huasa City. There are countless believers and tourists, and the scene is very spectacular.

On the holy mountain stands a majestic palace, full of sacred and majestic atmosphere.

Guo Lingchan noticed that many pious believers bowed every three steps after stepping on the stone steps leading to the holy mountain, and some even worshiped every step. He was somewhat infected, but although he was full of respect for the holy mountain, he did not He does not believe in the lamas on the holy mountain.

Ever since he obtained the inheritance of the power sect, he has regarded himself as a member of the power sect in his heart. He can respect other sects, but he never admires them, let alone kneel down.

On the way to the holy mountain, not far from the Potala Palace, there is a wide square on the mountainside, which can accommodate about 3 to [-] people. At the moment, it is crowded with pedestrians and tourists. What interests him is that in this square There are many people setting up street stalls.

There are a lot of things sold on the stalls, including jade Buddhas, jade wares, gold and silver ornaments, lay clothes, banxia hats, animal bones, Buddhist instruments, scriptures and so on.

Guo Lingchan squatted down in front of a booth, which was a booth selling Buddhist scriptures.

He casually picked up a volume of scriptures that looked very simple in appearance, "Tantra Paramita Sutra", and opened the thick animal skin cover. On the introduction, it was impressively written that this scripture is the Dharma scripture volume among the Tripitaka. Buddha is the ancestor.

Seeing this, he was very surprised. As far as he knew, each volume of the Sutra Collection was extremely precious, and the high-level ones had never heard of any monastery except for one or two volumes in the six Buddhist monasteries. Many monasteries with profound heritage rely on empowerment to pass on.

Turning the pages, there are profound scriptures written in Sanskrit, but it can’t be hidden from Guo Lingchan, an expert. After reading a few sentences, he couldn’t help laughing out loud. This is not a collection of practice scriptures, it’s clearly Dongpin Xiqiu, a miscellaneous volume that plays tricks on mystery.

This kind of book is not even a scripture.

He has a scroll in his mind when practicing scriptures, and every word contains a sense of Zen. As long as the comprehension is not too bad when reading, he will generally gain something.

As for the miscellaneous scrolls or non-practice scriptures in his hand, even if you look at them for ten or a hundred years, don't even think about being able to cultivate mana.

Guo Lingchan glanced at the other scriptures, and flipped through a few more. They were almost the same. He got up disappointed and walked to another stall selling magic weapons.

I saw antique copper chimes, oblate wooden fishes, small and exquisite hand pestles, and nine-ringed tin sticks carved with dragons and phoenixes...

Almost as long as one can think of, there are here, and there are many Buddhist instruments, even Guo Lingchan has never seen it.

His interest increased greatly, and he squatted down to pick the little beast.

Soon, he chose a small incense burner with a simple style and four dragons engraved on it. He thought that burning a high-quality sandalwood in the room when practicing in the future could soothe the body and mind, refresh the mind, and be of great benefit to the practice.

Turning his eyes, a Wei Tuo pestle with one arm missing caught his attention.

This statue of Wei Tuo is only about one foot high, his left arm is broken at the shoulder, and his right hand is still standing on the ground holding the demon pestle, with an extremely ferocious expression.

Based on Guo Lingchan's understanding of Buddhist knowledge, he immediately judged which small temple this statue of Wei Tuo should come from.

Because the method of holding the magic pestle in the hand of the Wei Tuo statue has a deep meaning, if it is slung over the shoulder or held flat, it means that the temple in which it is located can receive wandering monks and accept orders from monks. This kind of temple is a large-scale temple.

And the place where the magic pestle is stationed in its hand shows that the temple enshrining it does not accept orders, and the scale is also very small.This can be further judged from its height of only about one foot.

What really interested Guo Lingchan was not this, but that he actually had a very special feeling when he looked at the statue of Wei Tuo, he felt a vague sense of Zen.

(End of this chapter)