"Do you know what the ancient Sanskrit word you wrote mean?" Banzaji saw Xuan Qi shook his head, and a flower burst out laughing on his wrinkled face: "Although I don't know it, I feel very powerful. Moreover, the words are full of charm, so high-end, atmospheric and high-end. It can be seen that very important things must be recorded here.

Banzaji looked Xuan Qi up and down three times with innocent eyes: "Where did you see these words? Are they books or stone carvings?"

"If I said I dreamed of it while sleeping, do you believe it?" Xuan Qi shrugged helplessly.

Unexpectedly, Banzaji really nodded: "I believe, because I often dream, often dream of past and present lives." Banzaji said as he pointed his hand to the side: "Go to the place where is the Sutra Library, I hope it will be helpful to you."

Xuan Qi nodded to Banzaji, then walked into the Sutra Tower beside him, lying on the ground, white hair that looked like a dead dog, and immediately followed him with his head shaking.

Pushing open the closed door, a ting Yuan literary atmosphere came to my face, Xuan Qi's whole body opened its pores, and some books from the past in the Sutra Library already had antique-like aura. There were also some experiences in the scriptures written by virtuous people, and some sensations of magical instruments and Buddha treasures.

Xuan Qi sighed for a moment, no wonder people say that the foundation of a temple comes from their Sutra Library. There are temples with Sutra Library. The more scriptures and the longer the inheritance, the more profound the monks in it will practice.

Looking at the huge directory page, Xuan Qi followed the directory and quickly found an introduction to ancient Sanskrit. After opening it, Xuan Qi was stunned. This was a comparison version of Sanskrit and Mongolian. He had no choice but to find a comparison version of Mongolian and Chinese. Fortunately, Xuan Qi had different talents and had the ability to remember everything he saw. Looking through the comparison version, then tried to understand it. After reading the comparison version, he waited to learn the comparison version of Sanskrit and Mongolian before learning the comparison version of Sanskrit and Mongolian.

Xuan Qi sat quietly in the Sutra Pavilion, flirting through books, meditating hard. Before he knew it, the sun set, and the fragrance of food was ignited in the small temple. The old monk brought the vegetarian rice to Banzaji. He wanted to deliver the meal to Xuan Qi, but Banzaji stopped him: "He is enlightened now, so don't disturb him, let him understand it well."

As the sun sets and the moon hangs high in the sky, it is already late at night. The lights of the Sutra Pavilion are brightly lit, and Xuan Qi sees through the comparison and understanding between Sanskrit and Mongolian texts, and then closes his eyes and starts to comprehend the text. Sanskrit becomes Mongolian text in his mind. After reading it briefly, Xuan Qi turns Mongolian texts into Chinese texts. The originally obscure scriptures have become even more difficult to understand now.

The same sentence, translated by people from four different countries, although the same story is still the same, it has completely different interpretations. What's more, this scripture involves many allusions and stories. Xuan Qi sighed helplessly, and wanted to understand everything inside, so he could only continue reading.

Xuan Qi let out a long sigh. The white hair, who had been lazy and nestled in front of the door, immediately shook his eyes and looked at Xuan Qi with bright eyes. After seeing Xuan Qi finish reading the book, he immediately shook his head and wagged his tail to come over.

"Did you have any insight?" Banzaji didn't sleep, and walked into the Sutra Pavilion from outside the door, holding a hot meal in his palm.

In order to make himself look less evil, Xuan Qi divided half of the food to Baimao, and then ate it voraciously. While eating, he said, "It's vague, but I have a direction. It may take some time to sort out the clues."

"Don't worry, just look slowly if you need time." Banzaji's eyes seemed to be able to see through the world: "If you are really not hungry, don't pretend to be so greedy. I can see that you can already fast."

Xuan Qi couldn't imagine that Banzaji had such a sharp vision and almost saw through his own realm. Since he met someone who understood, there was no need to say secret words. Xuan Qi said to Banzaji: "I need to go into seclusion for three days, and Baimao will be left to you to take care of." As he said that, he patted Baimao's head, Baimao who already understood human nature, and immediately nodded without saying a word.

When the gate of the Sutra Pavilion was closed, Xuan Qi focused on reading the scriptures inside, looking for ways to use Kashyapa. Before he knew it, he forgot the time and the years, and was completely addicted to the ocean of knowledge.

However, Luoye Temple became lively. Little Laba Zaji took white hair to visit the mountain city and even visited other temples. The pure white hair color and spiritual white hair were completely shocked by the monks.

In Tibetan areas, the snow mastiff is no longer an ordinary famous dog, but a patron saint of religion. In the Jokhang Temple and the Potala Palace, there is a snow-covered dog, but they are all dogs in the temple. However, compared with white hair, it is immediately different. Moreover, the white hair is underage, and now it looks like a calf. Once it becomes an adult...

So temples from all over the world came one after another, some who wanted to breed, some who wanted dogs, some who spoke kindly, some who spoke badly. Some even wanted to take advantage of it. Fortunately, Tantra was not a soft persimmon that could be kneaded by others. Banzaji was also a reincarnated living Buddha after all. He moved a chair with a big horse and sat in the temple, and recalled the major disciples, and a small fucking scattered temporarily.

The little lama who caused trouble was also locked in the backyard. As for the lazy guy Baimao, he was lying comfortably in the doghouse to bask in the sun. The days seemed calm, but in fact there was a turbulent undercurrent. In this world, he was never afraid of thieves stealing but was afraid of thieves thinking about them.

Three days passed by. After Xuan Qi read all the scriptures, he finally had some understanding of the Sanskrit. After careful comprehending, Xuan Qi found that this was just a method of breathing and breathing, which was somewhat similar to the breathing of a dragon.

The translated scriptures were also passed to Lao Tzu. After careful observation, Lao Tzu said helplessly: "This is indeed the secret of Tantric Buddhism. Unfortunately, you have practiced the dragon transformation and cannot learn it anymore. It is also considered a cycle of cause and effect when copied.

Xuan Qi has not gained nothing in the past few days. He found the method of using Kashyapa from religious scriptures, and through the positioning of Tantric inheritance, he found that the cave under the snow was likely to belong to the Great Sun Dharma King.

After Xuan Qi wrote down the method of breathing and breathing, he looked at the handwriting on it and was dazed: "Why didn't the Great Sun Dharma King leave any information about himself? It would be better to give an explanation to future generations."

"Tell you what you want," the old man said again: "He just ascended to another world, not dead. Why do he explain to future generations? I'm afraid that this breathing method was also obtained by his temporary understanding in the stone house. Before he even had time to pass it to his disciples, he ascended through the sky in the sky."

"Does every drink and a peck have already been fixed?" Xuan Qi sighed at the cleverness of fate, pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion, looked at the rising sun, and after going to the Jokhang Temple to ask for the wheel of life and death, it is time to go back to southern Hunan.

Banzaji, who seemed to have no need to sleep, slipped in from outside the house and saw Xuan Qi and said, "There are a lot of troubles waiting for you to solve."

"Trouble?" Xuan Qi didn't care. The biggest trouble in life is to live. Since you can live, you don't have to worry about trouble. Xuan Qi took out the rice paper: "This seems to be the breathing method of your master. I copied it and ask you to understand it."

Banzaji didn't care at first, so he took it over and looked through it slowly. The true energy in his body also moved with the exercises. After just turning around, a strange color flashed in Banzaji's eyes and a low cry came out of his mouth: "It's so strange, it's even more sophisticated than the secret of our Tantric Buddhism, and it has a taste of inheritance."

Xuan Qi didn't say anything, reached out and patted Banzaji on the shoulder, and then drove the Wrangler to the airport with the white-haired horse. Xuan Qi did not notice that at least dozens of eyes were all aimed at him, and troubles followed one after another.

The wheels pressed against the smooth stone street, Xuan Qi's mind tightened inexplicably, and then he saw a huge stone flying from the front and hitting the Wrangler's front windshield.

"Hmm?" Xuan Qi was surprised, but he didn't thrust his palm, and his palm was stretched out to the windshield, and the true energy surged around him, forming a protective cover to protect the front windshield.

The big rock hit the front windshield, making a loud bang. It flew high and rolled onto the ground with a rumbling sound. The impacted front windshield was intact.

Xuan Qi stepped on the accelerator, and the true energy in his body surged wildly, adding a layer of armor to the Wrangler like a dragon armor. Then he turned the steering wheel and started outside the city.

Xuan Qi is not afraid of trouble, nor is it easy to mess with. Since someone wants to deal with him, Xuan Qi doesn't mind creating an opportunity to eradicate the roots.

As the engine roared and the wheels roared on the ground, the Wranglers rushed through the intersection toward the suburbs with few people. Suddenly, strong men appeared around, wearing long robes, riding horses or motorcycles, and driving cars. In their hands were spears and hunting knives, roaring and chasing towards Xuan Qi.

Trouble is really a big trouble. Xuan Qi's eyes were flashing coldly, and the Wrangler's speed increased to 180 yards, and rushed forward with a roar. When he arrived in the suburbs, he solved these troubles.

Xuan Qi underestimated Baimao's influence, and did not even think of the fanaticism of believers, nor did he think of the madness that some people would be in order to please the living Buddha, and then became crazy.

If the white hair belongs to Tantric Buddhism, then everyone just check it out, but now it is found that the white hair belongs to Xuanqi, a natural person without a sect, then all this will be simple, whether it is to let Xuanqi disappear or let Xuanqi give up. Since he is the patron saint of religion, he should appear in the temple.

On this land, the biggest thing is not the law, but a very fanatical belief. There are many things that can override the law, such as the privileges of these fanatics now.

The buzzing engine was roaring, and the news seemed to have wings. More and more people chased after the Wrangler's far away. The small trouble that was originally just an inconspicuous one would soon be brewing into big trouble.

Xuan Qi, located in the middle of the storm, was still driving the car calmly. As the saying goes, Xuan Qi is not afraid of trouble. If anyone dares to reach out, Xuan Qi doesn't mind amputating anyone.
Chapter completed!