"Who can there be that people can calculate that?"

"Also, please rest assured that, except for me, no one can know through metaphysics."

When I thought of the cost of knowing the incident at the beginning, even the living Buddha felt painful.

For a hundred years of accumulation, if it is not about the major events of life and death, no one will bear such a big price.

After getting a positive answer, Zhang Bei squeezed his eyebrows and paralyzed himself on the sofa.

"Okay, I promised."

To put it plainly, today's living Buddha's present is to pick some things.

No matter what means, he must take the big car in Zhangbei anyway.

But when I thought I had just mentioned a mouthful, I almost caused this product to lift the table, and the living Buddha felt a headache.

"Zhi, let's go back, let the prepared ascetic monks come here to see the saint."

"yes!"

Zhang Bei yawned, sent these two monks out of the door, and then put his eyes on Li Yanghua.

"Did you understand?"

"No!"

Li Yanghua is very honest. He did hear a half -knowledge, but only felt that he seemed to have exposed to something.

"Forget it, you don’t need to know too much in this regard, just arrange people to pay attention to the lama in the Tibetan area."

"good!"

Xuexue may be able to count something, but this stuff is only auxiliary.

Zhang Bei knows it is useful, and it will not rely too much.

If this thing is so strong, those who have prevailed during the pre -Qin period will not choose a hidden world.

Zhang Bei glanced at the direction of the old monk, and then leaned quietly on the chair and read the notes.

This time he came in essence to provide faith for the old monk. Now there are people who have a living Buddha who start the way. The rest is much simpler.

Open a live broadcast to introduce the unique animal and plant in the Tibetan area, and go to see the four brothers by the way.

After the living Buddha left, Zhang Bei began to prepare to rest.

Time is like the life expectancy of the knife, and it is always less and less unknowingly.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the next morning.

Zhang Bei stood outside the hotel and looked at a row of neatly -neat ascetic monks and smiled.

"Start, target Gang Rinpoche!"

The living Buddha has prepared the man's hand, and now he will start a live broadcast.

Zhang Bei is more optimistic about the situation of the old monk.

Although this product broke into a sleeping last time, he was not the situation where the emperor and prince lacked faith.

Although the living Buddha could not absorb the faith in the idol, so many lamas in the entire Tibetan area will come to him when worshiping the Buddha.

There is no way to restore him in this stuff, but it is still okay to maintain himself.

After the old monk is asleep, this part of his faith will be absorbed by him.

I certainly won't die because of sleeping. In addition, I suddenly provided so many faith, enough for him to recover part.

With a group of ascetic monks, they rushed to the position of the old monk all the way.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Bei looked up at the huge snowy mountain, and quickly took out his live broadcast equipment.

Adjust the position of the camera and radio microphone, click on the start broadcast.

As a man who has lived himself as a stalk, at this time, he will always rush to the first.

Sanadatte is beaten every day: [Throne!]

I quietly look: [Sofa, what is this?]

West Wind Prisoner: [The front row, this group next to it is from the beggar?]

Zhang Bei watched a large number of audiences influxed in the live broadcast room, cleared his throat and introduced it.

"My position is now the Gang Rinpoche in the Tibetan area, and it is also the famous Sacred Mountain."

"Tibetan areas are similar to Xinjiang, and because of the geographical environment, people are scarce."

"Also let the natural environment here have no human damage."

"If you want to take a look at nature, the first thing I recommend is the Tibetan area."

After explaining his position, Zhang Bei turned to look at this group of ascetic monks.

"Give it to you!"

"yes!"

The monk does not necessarily believe in Buddhism, but the ascetic monk is definitely a true Buddha.

At that time, Tang Xuanzang went to the West to seek Dharma, and it used the method of ascetic monk.

Measure the world with your feet, and the people and things you encounter along the way are turned into part of your Dharma.

According to the rules of the ascetic monk, they are not allowed to ask for money with others along the way, just ask for a meal.

Zhang Bei met a ascetic monk. At the age of eighteen, he met a girl he liked.

Seven years of itching, countless sufferings have passed, but in the end, they have not been able to beat the disease.

After the girl's death, he became a monk without a look. In this life, he only seemed to see the existence of the true Buddha.

Thirty years of hard work in the temple, the Dharma is exquisite, but I still do not know what it is.

Under the meditation, he retreated the position of the abbot and chose to experience the suffering of the world by the way of the ascetic monk.

On this way, he saved countless babies who were abandoned late at night, saved countless figures who wanted to go to death alone late at night, and saved countless people who survived by countless natural disasters.

Zhang Bei was the only time and the only time, and it was a rainy night when he saw him.

The village was destroyed by the mudslides, and his old body rushed into the village with a huge danger.

When the monk did not see the Buddha, he still didn't know Zhang Bei who was alive.

But the conversation that night made Zhang Bei a great impression of the bald donkey.

Those who have great good hearts, do not have to pray for the gods, they are the true Buddhas of the world.

And the group of ascetic monks in front of Zhang Bei are obviously the kind of people who have really gone through the dust .ъìqυgεtv. ℃ ≤

Dark faces, cracked palms, and the respect of the eyebrows for life, it is definitely not what the monks who read the scriptures in the temple can realize it.

"Zhang's head, the living Buddha just said that let us listen to your command ..."

Hearing this, Zhang Bei was silent.

command?

He directs a fart!

He has no clue now for how to wake up the old monk.

I thought the living Buddha sent this group of ascetic monks to know what ceremony to use.

But looking at the bald head in front of him, Zhang Bei just felt that his fists were hardened.

Dead bald donkey, I will give you a relic bibimbap to feed your dog on the day when you sit down!

After a moment of silence, Zhang Bei also started asking what rituals they had when they worshiped Buddha every day.

The ascetic monk did not have any private collection, all introduced Zhang Bei again.

There is a certain difference between Tibetan Buddhism and local Buddhism. For example, I met the wicked in the wilderness.

The local Buddhist church chose to make sense and use the Dharma to influence.

However, the probability of Tibetan Buddhism is to hold down the magic pestle, and after the death of people, it starts to make sense.

As for the process of accidentally killed people?
Chapter completed!