[390] Everything is strange!

"Fight? I'm afraid that you can't beat me. It's not good to lose face in front of other people.

Li Tieniu laughed disdainfully.

"Don't quarrel with you two. It's been so many years. Is it still interesting? This time we came to the border province to do something, not to quarrel."

Tang Long said dissatisfiedly.

"Don't quarrel with the two old gentlemen. Mr. Wang is a mystery. Unless he says it himself, we can't see through his depth. There is no need to argue."

Liang Sijue opened his mouth to persuade.

"I won't talk to a vulgar person like you!"

The Holy Way turned his head aside.

"I don't talk to hypocritical people like you."

Li Tieniu turned his head to the other side.

Lin Xiaobao is a little want to cry without tears. He is a 70 or 80-year-old super master, and he is still fighting like a child?

No wonder people say that the older people live more and more like children.

When there was a quarrel about Mr. Wang here, Mr. Wang stood alone in a pavilion in Zhonghai.

At this time, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, and the breeze is blowing.

Lao Wang leaned slightly and looked at the west.

His eyes are so turbid, but in these turbid eyes, it seems that the cosmic sky is buried.

"This weather is really good."

The voice of Chief No. 1 came from behind Mr. Wang.

Wang Lao turned around, walked to the leader No. 1 and held his hand.

The first leader waved his hand, signaling that Mr. Wang did not have to help himself, and then walked to the pavilion alone.

Looking at Lin Hai outside the pavilion, Chief No. 1 was silent for a long time and said, "There is only one of the three things you promised me, right?"

Wang Lao didn't say anything, just nodded.

The first chief did not look at Mr. Wang, but he seemed to know that Mr. Wang nodded. He turned around with a crutch, looked at Mr. Wang and said, "If this last thing is done, you will leave, right?"

"Yes."

Lao Wang nodded and said, "Have you decided on the last thing?"

"Don't let anything happen to them!"

The first leader said that his voice was very old, but there was a strong feeling, like a ten thousand years old pine.

"Is that it?" Mr. Wang asked.

"That's it."

The first chief nodded and said, "After this third thing is done, our fate is over."

"Okay."

Wang Lao nodded and said, "I won't be here in the future. Please take care of yourself."

"You old man, my body is not necessarily worse than yours."

The first chief said proudly.

"Then I'll go."

Lao Wang nodded to the No. 1 chief, then turned around and left without looking back.

Huh.

A gust of wind is coming.

Lao Wang's figure has disappeared.

The proud face of the No. 1 leader is a little disappointed at this time.

"Alas."

Chief No. 1 sighed and continued to look at Lin Hai, not knowing what he was thinking.

Border Province.

For those who come to travel, this is still the closest holy place to the sky.

But Lin Xiaobao could feel that it was very depressing. He didn't know whether it was the feeling brought to him by the strong around him or because of the plateau reaction, and he had a hunch that there was a strong danger buried in that dark place.

is like a slying thunder that can explode at any time.

Some people have said that everyone needs to come to the border province once in their lifetime.

Because here, you can clearly hear your breathing, your heartbeat, and then see your most essential self and understand what you want most.

The border province is beautiful, and its beauty attracts tourists from all over the world.

Everyone can feel the most appropriate love of nature here.

Of course, for Lin Xiaobao, when he came to the border province, he only felt that the plateau reaction was really uncomfortable.

However, not everyone is like Lin Xiaobao.

At least Song Ningning is not.

Song Ningning, who lost part of his memory, rarely speaks now.

In order not to let her be too autistic, the family asked her to go out and accompanied her to see her nanny since she was a child.

From Laza to Lijiang, from Dali to Inner Mongolia, and then from Qinghai to the border province, Song Ningning went to many places. Although he changed many places, it became quieter and quieter.

Song Ningning has been coming to the border province for several months.

The reason why Song Ningning stayed here without changing the next stop is that Song Ningning only looked very energetic when he was in the border province. More importantly, Song Ningning is now fascinated by Buddhism.

She spends most of her time reading scriptures by herself, and it seems that her current memory can only understand the scriptures, and they are also Sanskrit scriptures.

Every day, except for occasional strolling on the street, I usually go to those temples to sit and listen to the lamas in the temple.

The lamas in the border province are far more simple than the monks in Shaolin Temple, at least they won't accept money for chatting.

In this way, Song Ningning became a Buddhist in a few months.

She wore a bead from the living Buddha on her neck and hung Buddha beads on her hand.

The Living Buddha once told Song Ningning that she was a reincarnation of an arhat. This bead and Buddha beads are the magic weapons she came to the world.

Whether there is reincarnation or not, and whether Song Ningning can understand or believe it, Song Ningning still wears bracelets and necklaces every day.

This day is March 31.

After lunch, Song Ningning left the inn and went to the temple she often went to.

Today is the day of the Living Buddha's lecture. Every day, Song Ningning will go to the lecture.

In another place.

"Mr. Liang, are you talking about the living Buddha in this temple, who is a super peak master?"

Lin Xiaobao followed Liang Sijue and asked as he walked in the direction of the temple.

"Hmm."

Liang Sijue nodded and said, "I have seen this living Buddha several times. The Dharma is profound. When I first saw him, I already had reached the peak of strength. Now a few years later, I'm afraid it should become stronger. The Jokhang Temple is in the border province, which is equivalent to the Shaolin Temple in the mainland. If I can get their help, I They will be very beneficial."

"Then we don't have much time."

Lin Xiaobao looked at his watch and said, "Didn't he say that there would be a fundraising conference?"

"It won't take at least half an hour yet, so it's okay to come here first."

Liang Sijue said, "Your leader, Commander Gu Yan, learned a lot of kung fu in this temple when he was in the border province."

"Oh, I see!" Lin Xiaobao nodded and quietly followed Liang Sijue.

The two soon came to the temple.

This temple is the most famous and largest temple in a remote city.

There are countless believers praying here every day, and some devout believers come to Jokhang Temple to worship in three steps from hundreds of kilometers away.

As soon as some people leave, they have been sleeping in the open for several years, with thick boards in their hands, and kneel down to worship every three steps.

This spirit is very lacking in those Shaolin temples inland.

This is also the reason why Shaolin Temple has basically not had any masters over the years, while Tibetan Buddhism has produced batches of masters.

Because the people in Shaolin Temple are busy taking photos to make money to hook up with young women, but the people here are practicing day after day.

Lin Xiaobao has not been to any temple in the border province, so he was shocked by the dense worship crowd.

Those people are wearing ragged clothes and hanging aprons in front of them. At first glance, they are the kind of people who haven't taken a shower for several years.

Although it doesn't look good, everyone's eyes contain the light of piety and faith.

Although Lin Xiaobao is usually careless, he also became serious at this time.

Liang Sijue took Lin Xiaobao around the crowd of worship at the gate of Jokhang Temple and came to the side door of Jokhang Temple.

Two monks stood at the door and saw Liang Sijue. One of them seemed to know Liang Sijue and greeted Liang Sijue with a smile.

"Master Zhenji, I didn't expect that many years later, I would come here again and still meet you!" Liang Sijue said with a smile.

"This is our fate."

A monk at the door said with a smile, "The Living Buddha said that there would be a distinguished guest at the door today. It seems that it is Lord Liang. Please come with me. The Living Buddha is teaching."

"There is a master." Liang Sijue bowed.

Master Zhenji opened the door and walked into the temple with Liang Sijue and Lin Xiaobao.

The internal structure of the largest temple in the border province is very simple and simple, without golden glory, nor public moral boxes everywhere, only bursts of blue smoke and faint chanting.

Three people passed through the courtyard and came to a slightly dark hall.

There is a group of people sitting in the hall. At the front of the crowd, there is a young-looking lama.

The lama was wearing a simple jacket and smiling, saying something.

Song Ningning, who was sitting in the crowd, heard something behind her and couldn't help looking back.

At this look, she was stunned, and a lot of fragments suddenly flashed in her mind.

And these fragments are a person's shadow, appearance, and his voice and smile.

What's more surprising is that the word "Lin Xiaobao" suddenly appeared in Song Ningning's mind.

Even she was stunned. Although Song Ningning thought she had forgotten a lot, she remembered one thing, which was that she lost her memory.

So I didn't deliberately think about the forgotten past.

But at the moment she saw Lin Xiaobao, Song Ningning was sure that she knew him and had a deep relationship with him, and at this moment, she wanted to work hard to search for memories of herself and this person.

This is also the first time she has done this in a long time.

Maybe there is really such a thing as strange fate in this world.

Lin Xiaobao did not see Song Ningning.

Because his attention was attracted by the living Buddha.

The living Buddha sat there, thin, but in Lin Xiaobao's eyes, he was like King Kong in front of the hall.

His every move has a trace of Zen, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.