The rumbling helicopter blades continued to rotate. Two days later, Xuan Qi set out on the journey to the Holy Mountain again. Unlike the nervousness he came, Xuan Qi is now full of confidence. Shangri-La has been there, and this time he is going to the Holy Mountain to make a pilgrimage.

The helicopter landed in the mountain city, and the charm of the Internet was unstoppable. Xuanlei Internet Cafe also sprouted on the plateau and its business was booming.

As soon as Xuan Qi got off the plane, he saw the luxury convoy. The strong man dressed up like a brown bear staggeringly. Without saying a word, he first hugged Xuan Qi. Then he put on a white Hada for Xuan Qi. After finishing all this, he introduced his friends around him.

The blue sky and spacious grassland give the broad minds of the men living here. The sturdy Mao Wei patted Xuan Qi's shoulder and said, "We were waiting for you here two days ago. I heard that you are not drunk for a thousand cups. This is really great. We will definitely have a good drink at noon today."

The wine table culture has become a unique cultural tradition in China. Since we want to talk, we have to sit at the dinner table and talk without drinking two glasses. We always feel that there are fewer things. After a while, this has become a more bizarre culture in China.

Since he came, he would be at peace, but Xuan Qi didn't care and walked out with the white hair. The crowd, which was originally noisy, fell into silence immediately after the white hair appeared. After seeing the white hair, some believers knelt on the ground and saluted to the white hair.

On this snow-covered mountain top, Tibetan Buddhism believes that gods are white, and white is a symbol of wealth, auspiciousness, purity, nobility and loyalty. Therefore, Hada is white, and they regard it as auspicious divine dog. The nobles and living Buddhas are proud of having a pure white long-haired Tibetan mastiff.

In ancient legends, the white Tibetan mastiff is the guardian of the gods and the guardians. The living Buddha in the Potala Palace raises a pure white Tibetan mastiff, but he does not have this divine horse and does not have this intelligence.

Mao Wei, who was originally joking with Xuan Qi, looked stunned when he saw this snow-white Tibetan mastiff. After respectfully bowing to the white hair, he asked Xuan Qi: "This?"

"It's born." Xuan Qi said as he opened the car door. The clever white hair couldn't stand the atmosphere around him and took the lead in getting into the car. Mao Wei waited for Xuan Qi to get on the car and got on the car. The vehicle drove away without entering the city but heading to the suburbs. There was a huge yurt in the suburbs, and the whole cow was baking on the fire.

A thousand miles of customs are different, and a hundred miles of rules is changed. After getting off the car, a group of people got to the point. The hospitable boss held a bowl of wine and sang a melodious toast. A large bowl of horse milk wine was held in front of Xuan Qi, and Xuan Qi was also bold and drank it all in full.

Looking at the empty sea bowl, everyone around him made cheers. The rough man only admired the generous people, and Xuan Qi met such conditions.

After entering the yurt, everyone sat down. The boss brought in the newly baked beef and drank large cubes of meat. It was really fun, so happy.

As the banquet continued, Xuan Qi's terrifying appetite was revealed in front of everyone. The whole stomach bag looked like a bottomless pit, completely without any rejection, bowls of wine and a pound of beef. When Xuan Qi drank six urns of wine and ate a whole cow, there were no sober people in the room.

The man destined to be a legendary man, even his appetite was so amazing. The boss was so frightened that Xuan Qi would get sick. A whole cow, just a few hundred kilograms of pure meat, and six gulps of wine, how could his stomach hold it?

After all the drunk people were placed, Xuan Qi took the keys of the car and drove the horse-walker to the holy land of Tantric Buddhism. Speaking of the Plateau City, the most famous one is the Jokhang Temple and then the Potala Palace. These two places are the most visited places, but neither is the holy land of Tantric Buddhism.

Xuan Qi narrowed his eyes and used the technique of qi identification, looking at the luck of the mountain city. There are thousands of luck above the entire city. As the capital of a province and an ancient capital with a thousand years of inheritance, it naturally has luck that others cannot match.

Next to the country's fate, there is a strong fortune in religion. On the mountain, there are not only Tantric Buddhism, but also other sects. The devout faith of believers also forms a fortune in it. Some have also evolved the power of incense belief, which makes Xuan Qi very envious.

After careful observation, Xuan Qi found the Tantric teachings from dozens of teachings, and then deduced them based on this trace of teachings. After all this struggle, Xuan Qi finally found the mountain gate of the Tantric teachings. Step on the accelerator, turn the handlebars, and drive towards the southwest mountain area.

The street paved with bluestone is neat and clean. Looking at the humble pilgrims on the roadside, I knocked on each step, without pain or anxiety, and some are all spiritual tranquility and spiritual refuge. At this moment, Xuan Qi suddenly wondered, will a person with faith have some bottom line when doing things?

Only when the soul has some support will you be afraid. If the heavens are not afraid of the earth, you will inevitably do evil things that both man and God will indignate. Then it will not end well.

Walking forward, the road became crowded, with tourists coming and going from south to north, and the wide horse-wranglers were unable to pass through. Xuan Qi opened the window and blew the cold wind, and suddenly saw the pedestrian street next to him. Jingji wanted to move, Xuan Qi pushed open the car door, let the white hair stay in the car, and walked towards the pedestrian street.

The old man suddenly spoke, "Why did you stop? I was thinking about going here? Do you feel that something is summoning you?"

Xuan Qi shook his head and whispered: "I just feel it is impolite to go to a quiet place with the smell of wine." After that, he suddenly asked the old man: "Did you notice anything?"

Squinted his eyes and looked forward. This is a street with a very rich Tibetan style. There are shops selling souvenirs and Tibetan utensils on both sides of the road. Rows of prayer drums are placed on both sides of the shop, and Xuan Qi couldn't help but reach out to turn the prayer drums next to the road.

After entering the Tibetan area, some believers will hold small prayer barrels in their hands. This hand-turning prayer drum is called the hand-turning mani wheel. The Sanskrit word NaI means the Chinese word Ruyi jewel, which is related to the six-character mantra. Tibetan Buddhism believes that the more you recite the six-character mantra, the more pious you are to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and you can escape the suffering of reincarnation.

Therefore, in addition to reciting the mouth, people also make mani sutras, put the six-character mantra scrolls in the sutras and turn them with their hands. Tibetans put the scriptures in the prayer drum. Every time they turn it, it is equivalent to chanting the scriptures once, indicating that they are repeatedly chanting hundreds or thousands of times the six-character mantras. Some also use water power and light heat energy to make water-to-mani sutras, and the light-to-mani sutras, and natural forces replace people to recite the six-character mantras. There are rows of prayer mantras in front of temple gates of large and small in Tibetan areas.

Xuan Qi turned these prayer drums and actually felt a hint of gentle blessing power. Xuan Qi used Qi-sighting technique to look at the surrounding prayer drums and the people who turned the prayer drums, and found that the prayer drums really exerted their mutual thought power to offset their karma.

But they are all physical mortal fetuses, and the six consciousnesses are not as sharp as Xuan Qi. In addition, there are too many karma on their bodies, even if they are blessed by the prayer drum, they will not have much effect.

The old man whispered: "I can't explain clearly that if I want to change my destiny for Xuanqing and the Heaven-Defying Heaven, I not only need to know how to use Kashyapa, but also find something that reverses life and death yin and yang. I remember that Tantra has a wheel of life and death, and according to the sect inheritance, it may be in the Jokhang Temple."

Xuan Qi stepped on the streets of the scenic area, using Qi-detection techniques to observe the surroundings, and then casually said: "First go to Tantra to find the method used by Kashyapa, as for the wheel of life and death..." Xuan Qi pondered and said: "As long as it is confirmed that it is in the Jokhang Temple, even if it is just a hole in the sky, I will lend it out."

Facing the small streets opened by tourists, there are crowds of tourists, and the shops on both sides of the road are full of tourists. Sellers and buyers are bargaining for a while. For a while, there are the unique Thangkas of Tibetans on the shelves, Buddhist beads that bless peace, excellent quality handmade carpets, and beautiful and colorful sterling silver Tibetan ornaments.

Of course, there are also hidden knives, cow horns, sheepskin products and some medicinal materials unique to Tibetan areas. Xuan Qi was like an ordinary tourist, bought a prayer wheel and held it in his hand, and bought some horse milk wine. Xuan Qi continued to wander the street with a big bag.

Before I knew it, I walked into the depths of the street. There were two slightly deserted shops. The signs in front of the curtain were written in Mongolian, Chinese and English. Antique Xuanqi didn't expect that there was also an antique shop on the scenic spot street, so I couldn't help but walk into the shop curiously.

There were two bad-looking men in the small shop. Yu Jing's transparent glass counter were decorated with antiques, hidden knives, old silver jewelry, and old magical instruments. None of them were valuable. After Xuan Qi walked around, he immediately understood the reason why the foyer was deserted.

The owner of the store seemed to be two brothers, all of whom were full of flesh and were eight feet tall, and they looked like bandits more than bosses. Just one stop at the door and half of the customers could be scared away.

The remaining half of the customers will immediately give up when they see the expensive price. They are all customers who go out to relax and enjoy the scenery. Even if they are rich, how much can they bring? It is very likely to buy some handicrafts and gadgets with low prices. They will definitely not spend a lot of money to buy these so-called antiques of unknown origin.

Moreover, the objects placed inside the store are very monotonous. In addition to hidden knives, they are black silver jewelry and black magic weapons. When they meet Xuan Qi who knows this, you can see that this is the original old silver. In addition, the craftsmanship was not exquisite before and could not be purified, so there are such black mass.

How many travelers who go out for a trip want to buy antiques? It would be strange if you can buy something that is expensive and dark.

This is like throwing the eyes to the blind man. If the blind man doesn't understand, it won't be possible. If such a business can be good, it would be a miracle.

Xuan Qi shook his head speechlessly and opened an antique shop on the scenic spot street where every inch of land was valuable. Both bosses were full of fierce appearances. They were so talented that they were about to leave. When they were about to leave, they accidentally used the technique of qi identification. The steps they were about to leave suddenly retracted, and a surprise cry came from the corner of their mouths.
Chapter completed!