However, while the latter was not paying attention, he held Shen Fang in his arms, touched the tall part of the tight sweater with his big hand, and his mouth was also printed on Shen Fang's small mouth, and then he hugged Shen Fang in while kissing him.

The passengers and Tibetan waiters around him blushed...

Tibet, Doklam area.

This place was once familiar to the world because of a dispute between China and India, but what I don’t know is that there is a Buddhist Zen temple located in the continuous mountains of Doklam!

Tantra Buddhist and Purification Holy Land, Sanshi Temple!!

According to legend, the Tantric Buddhism of Mahayana originated in India. During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, it was introduced to the Middle Land by the three masters of Shanwuwei, Vajra Wisdom and Bukong, and used the "Mahasai Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra" as the refinement of the Three Tantric Yoga!

He mainly uses martial arts by words and deeds as the main way to practice towards Buddha, and has his own strengths from Zen.

At this time, there were three people standing in front of the gate of this grand temple surrounded by mountains and ridges.

A cool and handsome man, two beauties women.

It was Gao Lang, the three of them who were separated from Shen Fang and uncle.

Walking through the long granite steps, Gao Lang looked at the towering temple complex and nodded, "It feels bigger than Shaolin Temple!"

However, this is a Buddhist holy land with a long history than Shaolin. Even the founder of Shaolin may have some connection with it.

Gao Lang was stunned for a moment, but walked forward and knocked on the door three times.

After a while, the thick and huge red door of the temple opened "rumbling", but a little novice monk stood at the door.

However, although the little novice monk is not old, he looks tough and has a bulging temple, and he looks like he has been practicing martial arts for many years.

Gao Lang couldn't help but nodded when he saw the golden ribbon glasses.

When the little novice monk saw the three outcasts standing at the door, he couldn't help but put his hands together and shook his head, saying in a not-so-fluent Chinese language, "I'm sorry, Benzun Temple does not accept tourists."

After the little novice monk finished speaking, he was about to close the door and turn around.

Gao Lang hurriedly said, "No, we are not tourists, we are... this..."

As Gao Lang said, he took off his backpack, took out the small clay pot inside, and held it in front of the little shaman with both hands.

The little shady monk was stunned, looked at the small pottery jar in a daze, then looked at Gao Lang's golden silk glasses, but suddenly he knelt on the ground with a "pop!"

Keep kowtowing!

"Oh, what kind of etiquette is this? Get up!" Gao Lang, the Golden Wireless Glasses, was in a hurry and was about to help the little shaman, but the latter got up in a gurgle.

Take out something like a cow's horn from your arms, put it in your mouth, and bulge your cheeks and blew it, "Woo~!!!!"

Oh my god, what are you doing?! Is it a fight?

Gao Lang was still thinking about the golden silk glasses, but suddenly there were a lot of sounds of cow horns in the door, followed by a heavy copper bell ramming sound.

"Dong!!!...Dong!!!...Dong!!!..." Melodious and heavy, solemn and solemn.

The golden ribbon glasses were shaking high and shaking, which was a bit fascinating!

Immediately afterwards, the gate of the Zong Temple was opened by a small novice monk, revealing a long and high staircase inside. However, on the staircase, there were about a dozen big lamas wearing dark red monk robes and high felt hats on their heads, hurriedly walking down.

The two leading lamas, one man and one woman, were wrapped in colorful robes, one holding a Zen stick in his hand and the other holding a rosary, both of which looked like they were in their seventies or eighties.

But his legs and feet are not staggering at all, and they are very sharp and agile.

When they turned around, they came to Gao Lang and the other two at the door.

"Master Manjushri, Sect Master Cihang, this donor brought back the relics of Sect Master Samantabhadra." The little novice monk said kneeling aside.

What?? What's the thing?! Gao Lang was confused when he heard that the golden silk glasses looked confused and looked at Yang Xixi and Li Jiaxin.

Well, these two are even more silly girls!

Gao Lang was a little confused when he saw the golden silk glasses. The two male and female lamas didn't mind, but they knelt on one knee, put their hands together, and didn't say a word, but just knelt quietly in front of Gao Lang in front of the golden silk glasses.

Oh no, it should be said that it is in front of the small clay pot in Gao Lang's hand with golden glasses.

The dozen or so lamas behind him also knelt down together.

Well! Gao Lang was a little embarrassed when he got the gold-rimmed glasses. He was simply not satisfied, nor was he let him go.

Just as he was thinking, the lamas in front of him saluted again and then stood up.

Gao Lang didn't know what to say, but the male big lama looked at Gao Lang and bowed and smiled, "Donor, thank you for sending back the relic powder of Junior Brother Samantabhadra. Thank you very much."

"Thank you very much..." The female big lama also nodded to Gao Lang and the other two with golden glasses.

"Uh...what is this? This seems to be ashes..." Gao Lang scratched his head with golden glasses.

"That's right, it's just relic powder."

Relic powder? I know what relic powder means?! Is it the relic powder ground into powder?

"Okay, no matter what it is, I was entrusted to send the things over... Since it has been delivered, we won't disturb you..." Gao Lang put the small pottery jar in the hands of the male big lama and bowed his hand.

But he turned around and wanted to pull Yang Xixi and Li Jiaxin away.

"Don't wait, donor." The male big lama suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Gao Lang was stunned.

"Please come in and rest for a day," the male big lama suddenly knelt down again.

"Oh no, no, Master, don't be so polite, really no, I'm just..."   Golden silk glasses were so polite that they were about to come over to support the old lama in front of them.

The female lama and other lamas behind the latter also knelt down, "Please rest for a day."

"Okay, okay!" Gao Lang felt a little confused, but he couldn't stand so many people, especially those two old men who could be their great-grandfathers, kneeling towards him.

I hurriedly agreed.

The male lama and the female lama stood up happily, made way sideways, led the way, and signaled Gao Lang and the other two to come in.

"You're welcome..." Gao Lang nodded in Jinli Glasses and took Yang Xixi and Li Jiaxin's three girls in.

The male lama, the female lama and a group of lamas hurriedly accompanied him to climb the steps. The latter also made a seal with his left hand and ordered, "Morning bell, evening drum, sky horn, full fragrance, red and white star, died, present, and the next life is unobstructed."

"Yes." Several lamas nodded after hearing this, bowed their waists and left.

Gao Lang was puzzled by the sound of golden silk glasses, "What does it mean?"
Chapter completed!