One person: I am standing behind you, but the whole Wei

"boom..."

A sonic boom sounded all around, and the top-notch master shot towards the crowd half a meter off the ground like a cannonball.

The rain falling from the sky was all bounced away by the Qi surging from his body, and gathered towards the accumulated water on the ground like a waterfall.

The Tibetan people gathered together and subconsciously closed their eyes tightly, quietly waiting for the death blow...

"boom..."

There was a loud noise next to my ears, and suddenly I felt the ground I was standing on shook.

A hint of the smell of rain and earth mixed with the smell of blood suddenly entered the nasal cavity, constantly stimulating everyone's nerves!

Everyone's heart trembled. Could it be that one of their brothers or sisters had been killed?

The fists under his body kept clenching, as if he was using a strength he had never used in his life!

The entire fist turned extremely blue because of the excessive force!

The anger in my heart keeps accumulating...

Why is it like this!

A month ago, many people came to Lhasa, asking around for news about the deceased living Buddha and the specific time of the pilgrimage!

as well as!

Relics...

What exactly is it like!

In the eyes of outsiders, relics are supreme treasures, but in the hearts of the Tibetan people, relics are simply a thorn!

Relics will only be produced after the death of a living Buddha...

And the appearance of the relics!

It means that the Living Buddha has truly left us!

The question they asked was extremely insulting!

If you are here to pay homage to the Living Buddha and bid him farewell, we will of course raise our hands and give him a warm welcome!

but!

You actually came to Lhasa to fight for the relics!

No matter how rude their words are, we still hold back our anger and answer them politely!

Because the Living Buddha has always warned us that among the masses, there are good people and bad people...

but.

Are they really good people?

these people...

these people!

The person who came from afar to Lhasa to fight for the relics!

They have no respect for the Living Buddha at all, and are even trying to harm us!

The Tibetan people opened their eyes with great anger, and reached for the knives at their waists.

He pulled it out violently from his waist!

He clenched it tightly in his hand, then raised it high above his head. A ferocious look appeared on his face, and then a desperate ruthlessness emanated from his body!

The rain kept hitting the sharp blade, creating miserable rays of light. The dripping rain slid down the handle of the knife little by little and fell to the ground...

Even Aka and Aqia, the white-haired men surrounded in the center of the crowd, held their knives in their hands, with a fearless look on their faces.

They murmured in unison:

"I don't have many years left to live, how can I let you young people die?"

"If there were no living Buddha, Tibet would not be so happy now!"

"In the past, the Living Buddha protected us! Now we will protect you!"

As he spoke, scenes of the Living Buddha helping him kept appearing in his mind...

When I was a child, the sudden drought that year killed countless people in Tubo!

When I was the most lonely and helpless, a kind-looking monk walked into our home...

The food was handed over to us!

Encourage us not to give up hope!

It will definitely get better!

At that time, I understood...

He is my God!

At that time...

No one cares about our life or death!

Only the Living Buddha and Musa Zanhan presided over the ceremony...

Deliver food to us household by household!

This gives us hope to live on!

Their footprints almost covered the entire Tubo...

It was they who brought hope to the entire Tubo!

Then there was the severe malaria that appeared later...

Our village is constantly infected and no one dares to approach us!

Some people even went so far as to claim that this was caused by the anger of the Deer God!

[A god worshipped somewhere in Tubo]

It was the Living Buddha who severely rebuked those who spread rumors, risked being infected, and was the first to come to the village, living and eating with us and taking care of us...

He even fed us medicine personally and pulled us back from the brink of death!

Then we knew...

Even if he is not a living Buddha appointed by the Lhasa Monastery, he is the living Buddha in our hearts!

Between thoughts.

Tears welled up in everyone's eyes, mixing with the rain and dripping onto the ground.

......

Now is not the time to be timid!

This is not the time to be afraid!

They are such hateful people!

These damn outsiders!

They all came to steal the relics left behind by the Living Buddha!

We are kind, but that doesn’t mean we are afraid of death!

Just because we are kind doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want!

Between thoughts.

Everyone looked towards the shining relic on top of the temple, and said to themselves:

"You protected us before! Now we will protect you!"

The young man standing on the periphery opened his eyes wide like bells, frantically searching for the source of the bloody smell...

A dull voice of a middle-aged man came to everyone's ears:

"Alright! Put away those toy knives of yours. You are already grown up, why are you still acting like a child?"

I saw a big pit in front of the crowd, and in the pit stood a sturdy middle-aged man with his back to me. His long hair was wet and hanging on both sides of his shoulders.

The clothes on his upper body were gone, and his entire upper body was bare, revealing his strong and explosive muscles.

The deep scars on his body showed how cruel this man was!

He was wearing a white monk's robe and his feet were on a pile of mud from which his face could not be seen. His flesh and blood were tightly stuck to the broken ground.

The middle-aged man then jumped out of the pit and stood in front of the Tibetan people.

The heavy rain continued to wash the pile of meat paste, and in the flowing rain water, one could always see one or two tiny pieces of meat in the water.

Gradually, the big hole was filled up by heavy rain.

The middle-aged man standing in the front shouted in a puzzled tone:

"you are?"

Although this middle-aged man in front of me is very strange, he gives me an unusually familiar feeling, but I just can't remember this person in my mind...

Host Lin then turned around, her wet long hair swung in the air, and a chic smile appeared on her face.

He grinned and laughed loudly and said:

"Hahaha! Don't you even recognize an old man like me? Is the living Buddha the only one in your eyes?"

As he spoke, relief appeared in his eyes. He had just seen this scene at the top of the temple.

These kids are really thoughtful.

It’s worth it that my brother and I protected you so much in the past!

As soon as these words came out.

The Tibetan people showed astonishment in their eyes, and gradually the figure of the middle-aged man overlapped with the naughty old man...

He murmured absentmindedly:

"Musa praises the abbot..."

Suddenly, excitement appeared on everyone's faces.

Abbot Lin heard the sound of "da da da..." of footsteps on the mud, which immediately made him concentrate.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at the aliens who were approaching and the crazy aliens who were a huge crowd.

It is wrapped tightly like dumplings, and there is no gap at all.

Besides strangers, there are still strangers!

One alien is followed by another alien...

Just like waves of fierce sea, there is no end in sight. There are at least tens of thousands of aliens pouring into the square!

Among these tens of thousands of strange people, most of their cultivation is still at the level of second-rate masters, even though he has now become a master of the transcendent level by relying on the source of his Qi body!

But in order to protect these people, it is impossible to kill them all!

This is no longer a round-robin battle, but a terrifying battlefield where one person fights against tens of thousands!