The little snow mastiff pulled the wooden door, and his claws were unable to push it away. He turned around and shouted at Tang Ping and asked for help.

Seeing this, Tang Ping shook his head and smiled hoarsely, and couldn't help but look at the thick red wooden door with his eyes, then stepped forward and pressed it on the door, pushing it open with force.

Behind the wooden door is a wooden room of about thirty square meters. The walls around the room are hung with Thangkas.

Just as the door opened, Tang Ping clearly felt the spiritual energy in his eyes becoming active, just like a greedy child encountering delicious food, and was in a state of great excitement. It was flowing rapidly in Tang Ping's eyes, as if it would overflow out of his eyes at any time.

Tang Ping, whose eyes lit up, stepped directly into the room and closed the door. Standing in this room, Tang Ping felt more clearly that the entire wooden house was filled with a lot of spiritual energy, as if air was everywhere, making Tang Ping feel like he was soaked in the spiritual energy.

Tang Ping, who took a deep breath, subconsciously practiced the body movements on the three maps of Tongtian, which immediately attracted the spiritual energy in the whole room to rush towards him, as if water flowed into the mud and sand, penetrated into Tang Ping's body...

In an instant, Tang Ping, who was full of excitement, endured the cool and comfortable feeling of drinking nectar, as if bathed in the springs in the mountains, stabilized his mind and continued to practice the strange movements on the three maps of Tongtian, which immediately attracted more spiritual energy to pour into Tang Ping's body.

Fortunately, Tang Ping has reached a high enough level in the practice of internal martial arts. Even if his body is too ordinary now, the physical coordination of internal martial arts has improved a lot during this period, and he can barely practice the movements on the three maps of Tongtian to a reasonable and wrong way.

Perhaps the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy in the three diagrams of Tongtian here is not as efficient as that in the Star Transformation World, but the spiritual energy in this room is too rich. Even if it only absorbs a small part, it is enough to make Tang Ping so happy that he flies.

Similarly, as the spiritual energy in the eyes was stimulating and flowing rapidly, a trace of spiritual energy that could not be seen by the naked eye was constantly integrating into Tang Ping's eyes...

Time passed quietly, immersed in this comfortable feeling, and Tang Ping, who felt that his body was nourished with blood, flesh, muscles and bones for a long time, was getting enough nourishment like a drought, and his body became increasingly coordinated. The movements of the three maps of Tongtian practiced became more and more accurate. In the fast, slow, fast, slow, slow, and slow, his body seemed to be breathing and absorbing the spiritual energy in the room.

Until the end, Tang Ping, who was floating and feeling like he had entered a special state, slowly moving, sat on the ground, his face slightly changed, and some blurry scenes flashed in his mind, as if he had awakened his memories of his past life...

After a while, Tang Ping, who woke up in a daze, saw an old lama sitting in a wooden wheelchair appearing in front of him at some point. His face was wrinkled and covered with old-fashioned spots, but his eyes were still bright, and even had a trace of childlike innocence, staring at him.

There was also a little lama with a few acne on his face standing beside him, looking at Tang Ping with a look of surprise, as if he was looking at something rare.

"Master! I accidentally broke into a noble land and I was disturbed and offended!" After reacting, I immediately guessed that the old lama should be Tang Ping, who was living Buddha, couldn't help but clasp his hands together.

The old man looked at Tang Ping's old lama with a smile on his face, as if he could not speak Chinese. He turned around and said softly to the little lama in Tibetan language. The little lama also nodded and said to Tang Ping: "Zhu Bigu said that you can understand Zen in the studios of Tibetan kings and living Buddhas of the Jokhang Temple for generations, which is a person with deep Buddhist ties and great wisdom. If you are willing to stay, Zhu Bigu can teach you Buddhism in person."

"The Buddha's fate is deep? Stay there? I don't want to be a lama," Tang Ping was stunned when he heard this. When did you have a connection with Buddha? We are just a common person, don't make such a joke!

Seeing Tang Ping's reaction, the little lama with a frown and a little dissatisfied frown and said a few words to the old lama. The old lama showed a silence and laughter. His eyes looked at Tang Ping with a naughty smile. Then he took off a bracelet on his wrist and handed it to Tang Ping.

After Tang Ping took it with both hands, the little lama with envy in his eyes said repeatedly: "This string of Buddhist beads is made of Dzi beads, blessed by the living Buddha. It has been worn for decades. It can bring you merits and benefits and bless you with all things. But remember that this thing cannot be touched by outsiders at will."

At the old lama's instructions, Tang Ping, who put the Dzi bead bracelet on his left wrist, hurriedly folded his hands and thanked the old lama's generous gift.

The old lama smiled and reached out to wave to the little snow mastiff running on the ground. The little guy immediately ran to the old lama's feet. The old lama who bent down and picked up the little snow mastiff, said a few words.

"The Living Buddha said that the King of Mastiffs on the Great Snow Mountain can follow you, which means you are a kind-hearted person. I hope you can treat this King of Mastiffs well in the future, and it will also bring you luck," said the little lama.

After the Living Buddha said for a while, he seemed to be a little tired. He stroked the little snow mastiff's head for a while with his right hand, muttered something in his mouth, then put the little guy back to the ground, waved his hand at Tang Ping, and signaled that he could leave.

"This living Buddha actually gave the Little Snow Mastiff a warrant?" Tang Ping, who couldn't smile in his heart, picked up the Little Snow Mastiff, then realized that he had been sitting there. He couldn't help but stand up with embarrassment, bowed to the Little Snow Mastiff, and then left the room under the guidance of the little lama.

After leaving Jokhang Temple with the little snow mastiff in his arms, Tang Ping saw Liu Chuan standing at the door of a room next to the toll opening of the Jokhang Temple, and Lei Lei, Qin Xuanbing, Zhou Rui and others were there.

Seeing Tang Ping come out, Liu Chuan immediately came up and beat Tang Ping's chest with anger, then stared at Tang Ping in surprise: "Mu Tou, I heard they say you are meditating on Zen in the temple? When did you have such a good Buddhist relationship? Could it be that he was a monk in his previous life? Or was it that the Jokhang Temple was not successful?"

"Ahem... Hooligan, it's hard to say whether I was a monk in my previous life. You kid was definitely a bandit in your previous life," Tang Ping said angrily without hesitation.

Hearing the words, Liu Chuan looked at Tang Ping speechlessly, and then he noticed the string of Dzi bead bracelets on Tang Ping's wrist: "Hey, Mutou, when did you buy this bracelet? It looks like an old object..."

Tang Ping couldn't help rolling his eyes slightly when he heard this. Liu Chuan is definitely an antique idiot and an old object. He said it as if he really knew what he was doing.

"Okay, I'm starving to death, let's go! I have to go eat something to put my stomach on my stomach first," Tang Ping, who was holding the little snow mastiff in one hand and touching his stomach with the other hand, couldn't help but say.

Hearing this, Qin Xuanbing hurriedly took out a few bags of air-dried beef from his bag and handed it to Tang Ping. Tang Ping, whose eyes lit up, hurriedly reached out to take it: "Thank you!"

As he said that, Tang Ping, who had eaten it, was eating it, and it seemed that he hadn't eaten for a few days. Everyone was a little surprised. He didn't know, but he thought that Tang Ping had gone to do some physical work before!

Tang Ping, who was eating, did not forget the little snow mastiff in his arms. He tore the jerky into a silky shape and fed it little by little. The little guy was obviously too hungry and ate with relish. Before he was weaned, he started eating meat.
Chapter completed!