On the ethereal snow covered plateau, a monk in yellow robe was moving step by step.

    It was the middle of winter and the cold wind was strong, but he was still dressed in an ordinary yellow robe, showing extremely profound internal skills.

    Behind him, they followed step by step.

    A tall and burly man, carrying a thick and long golden pestle for subduing demons, was very relaxed and showed his natural divine power.

    The other was dressed in a robe and a pair of expensive childe''s clothes.

    In this ice and snow, they walked slowly for half a day.

    The reason for this is that the thin and yellow robed monk has been frowning and can''t be happy.

    The young man dressed up by your childe often motioned to the big man with his eyes. However, the man looked confused and didn''t know what he was going to say.

    This burly man is a simple and honest character. He doesn''t understand what you mean.

    "Huo Du, what do you want to say? Just say it. Why instigate your senior brother?" At this time, the head of the Yellow robed monk in front did not return and said.

    "Yes, master," said your son, Huo Du, "master, I don''t understand why you are still depressed when you debate the living Buddhas of various schools in Jokhang Temple and win a great victory?"

    "Do you think being a teacher wins?" The Yellow robed monk still didn''t look back, "but in my opinion, I lost, and I lost miserably."

    "How is that possible?" Even the burly man said, "master, in Jokhang Temple, on Buddhism, the living Buddhas can''t win you; In terms of martial arts, you also pressed all factions and won the title of King Jinlun. They don''t know. You have five rounds. If you don''t even have to play the others, there will be no opponent. It can be seen that you must be the winner. "

    "Darba, I didn''t expect you to have this insight." The monk in yellow robe stopped and turned around. His forehead is slightly sunken, like a dish.

    These three people are impressively King Jinlun and his two disciples.

    "Master, it''s obvious that they are all convinced of you." Darba road.

    "Yes, master, why do you say you lost?" Huodu asked.

    "It''s a fact that I oppressed them and won the title of the first person of Esoteric Buddhism," said King jinlunfa, "but I''m a teacher and there are no successors, so I''m not happy to be a teacher."

    "Master, although the eldest martial brother has gone, there are still me and the second martial brother!" Huodu comforted.

    "You may be a hero, but if you want to be a teacher to suppress these many esoteric sects, it is impossible." King jinlunfa said, "you are still young. You can''t see that those sects, such as Ningma sect, Sakya sect and Gelu sect, have a large number of outstanding people, especially Sakya sect. If there is no accident, they will be prosperous in the future."

    "If your elder martial brother is here, he may be suppressed for another life, but unfortunately he dies early. I''m afraid our King Kong temple will decline in the future."

    Huo Du refused. He didn''t believe that he was inferior to others. Now he is only in his teens, which is the age of competitiveness.

    Seeing that master praises others and doesn''t value himself, I thought I must make some achievements to show master in the future, so that he can know that he is wrong about himself.

    Darba didn''t care. For him, master''s words were holy words. Since Master said he was inferior to others, he was inferior. He just did what he should do.

    The king of the Golden Wheel stopped talking and turned to go on.

    But the mind has drifted far away.

    There are hundreds of thousands of people on the snowy plateau. There are many sects, and the competition is very cruel. If one is bad, it will be suppressed, and it will not be allowed to turn over for hundreds of years.

    I''ve heard that the population of the Central Plains is no less than hundreds of millions. If you can preach in the Central Plains, the King Kong temple may be carried forward.

    However, it is said that Shaolin Temple is the head of the Middle Earth Buddhism sect, which is the Dharma tradition and the ancestral court of Zen. If you want to expand Esoteric Buddhism to the Central Plains, you have to do a battle.

    The king of the Golden Wheel thought and suddenly stopped again.

    "Did you hear the cry?"

    "No, master thinks too much. I heard you wrong." Huodu shook his head.

    Darba also shook his head. He really didn''t hear any sound.

    The king of the Golden Wheel closed his eyes and listened in the direction of the wind.

    A moment later, he heard a weak cry.

    So he turned and went in the direction of the sound. Behind him, darba and Huo followed closely.

    Turning a leeward hill, the king of the Golden Wheel stopped, squatted down carefully, and took a baby out of the arms of an apparently stiff body.

    The body was a woman who died for a long time. I don''t know why it appeared in the vast snow area.

    The baby looked less than a month old and was very weak. He didn''t open his eyes. He only made two intermittent bitter sounds by instinct.

    The king of the Golden Wheel Dharma had no intention to investigate the truth. He carefully used his internal power to dredge the child''s body, looked at darba and huodu and said, "do you think this is a gift given by the Buddha as a teacher?"

    Darba was dazed. Huodu was very flexible and asked, "master wants to take him as a disciple?"

    "Yes, I feel that this is the precious gift given to me by the Buddha," said King Jinlun fanatically. "Although I subdued everyone in Jokhang Temple, I lost the future. It must be my Buddha who knows what I ask and sends this child to me."

    "In the future, he will be able to carry forward our King Kong temple."

    "Master, it seems to be a Han child." Huodu was not satisfied and reminded him.

    "What about the Han people? You are still Mongolian. It''s different under my hiding door." The golden wheel method.

    "Master, you want to take another younger martial brother. What''s his name?" Darba reacted.

    "Well, just call him Rinpoche!" The king of Jinlun looked at the direction of Jokhang Temple and suddenly smiled.

    "Rinpoche" means treasure, and it is also the Tibetan people''s kind name for the living Buddha.

    It will be interesting for Rinpoche to meet those sects in the future.

    Anyway, there is no reincarnation of a living Buddha in my King Kong temple.

    "Come on, let''s go back." The female corpse was buried on the spot, the king of the golden wheel method.

    ……

    Ten years later, little Rinpoche grew up from a baby to a teenager.

    The young man really lived up to his name and the expectations of the king of the golden wheel. He was smart. Not only was the Buddhist dharma not weak, but also the secret martial arts of the King Kong temple, longxiangbo Ruo, had two levels of heat.

    Longxiangbo is like a skill. It''s easy to get started, but it''s more difficult to get started. The first layer takes one or two years, the second layer takes three or four years, and the third layer takes seven or eight years.

    Rinpoche began to read at the age of three and to practice martial arts at the age of six. He was not taught longxiangbo ruogong until he was eight. Now he is only ten.

    Maybe Rinpoche is the lucky star of the Vajra temple. Within two years after he entered the temple, the king of the Golden Wheel Dharma was recruited into the palace by the Khan of the great Mongolia to serve as a national teacher. Therefore, huodu has risen and become a hot prince from a commoner who is not valued.

    The king of the Golden Wheel Dharma and huodu ran in two places, and the task of teaching little Rinpoche was entrusted to darba.

    At first, Rinpoche was young, but it was nothing to be literate. After he began to practice martial arts, the king of the Golden Wheel Dharma was not at ease, but later he found that Rinpoche was very sensible and did it meticulously as long as he ordered. Only then did he relax and preach in Mongolia. He only came once in a while to check Rinpoche''s homework and enter the country for the next stage of teaching.

    Ten years in a flash.

    ……

    With the bell ringing, the world became different when little Rinpoche woke up that day.

    His memory awakened.

    That day, for the first time, he didn''t go to morning class and began to sort out his memory.

    After the inspection, looking at the system panel, he murmured, "system, I think you''re discriminating against me."