Chapter 663

The Tibetans on one side advised one after another: "Qiang bagra, stop talking about meDo. You almost went to the paradise before. MeDo doesn't know how sad she cried! Maybe she met this Han man in front?"

Qiang bagra snorted and said, "what if you can't touch it?"

Everyone looked at each other for a while and kept silent.

Qiang bagra stopped talking. He faced the direction of Duonian mountain, put his hands together, then raised his hands over his head, knelt down on the ground, then knocked his head to the ground, touched his mouth to the ground, and then his whole body crawled up, touched his heart to the ground and touched his whole body to the ground, completing a five body salute.

When these Tibetans saw that he began to make a pilgrimage, they followed him one after another and knelt down in three steps towards the gatuo temple on the hillside.

Two mountaineering foreigners witnessed the scene. After listening to the translation of the Chinese female guide, they couldn't help praising one after another: "what a magical country! Magical pilgrims, magical living Buddha!"

Liu Xia, the female tour guide, said with a look of skepticism: "that sloppy man is a living Buddha? I don't believe it if I kill him!"

One of the foreigners said, "it doesn't matter whether it is a living Buddha. What matters is that he presses his hand on the head of the dead old man, and the old man will come back to life. It's amazing. Liu Xia, are you Chinese so magical?"

Liu Xia glanced at the corners of her mouth and muttered in Chinese: "who knows if he is a blind cat and meets a dead mouse."

Seeing that she spoke Chinese and couldn't understand it, the foreigner shrugged his shoulders reluctantly, and then said to his companion, "Hey, Jack, is your camera used for decorations? Why didn't you take it just now!"

Jack said, "rupee, I didn't expect it! Don't worry, I'll take it out now and never turn it off all the way!"

Rupee said with a smile, "let's catch up all the way. I think something will happen to these people."

Li Yundong didn't know that a group of people behind him were chasing him, but their speeds were different. He crawled along the mountain road of Duonian mountain all the way. The Qibao psychic fan with more than 100 kg on his back had long been used to the weight. It was light if there was nothing. Although he didn't run, even walking gave people the feeling of wind under his feet, and the scenery along the road kept retreating behind him.

When he climbed halfway up the mountain, Li Yundong looked up and saw a magnificent temple standing in front of him. Under the golden sun, the red palaces were as dense as a forest, with mountains. In this forest, the Zhimei xixiong spirit tower, known as "a decoration of snow mountain", was surrounded by the halls, and countless small white towers continued to the hillside, It seems to guide the pilgrims up the road.

Before entering the temple, Li Yundong felt a surge of dignity and pressure. This is a powerful force formed by the firm beliefs and ideas of countless Pilgrims for thousands of years. Like countless gods, it closely surrounds the temple and guards the snow mountain.