Mitsui Mina, sitting on the ground, had a very intriguing expression. At first, she seemed to be afraid, her face was full of hideousness, and then she was as if she was mixed with various flavors. She was unpredictable and weird, sometimes she was crying, or she was pitiful. In short, her face seemed to be performing a multi-person stage drama, and the changes were dazzling.

Chen Sansui leaned down to Wang Jingzhe and asked softly: "Why do I feel like I'm panicking? What's the torment of this woman..."

Wang Jingzhe did not make a sound, and he could not guess what the old monk used to Mitsui Mina, and actually made people drunk and die. The main reason was that he did not know much about Tibetan Buddhism. These monks have always been very mysterious. Even the most common lamas in Tibetan areas, if they were not specializing in this research, they would not know anything except for saying it was mysterious.

What's more, it's the most mysterious Bon religion in Tibet, let alone it be.

The old monk looked at them expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly turned to look at them, and stretched out a palm as before, waiting for something lightly.

Chen Sansui and Wang Jingzhe looked at each other again, this time it was not about being affectionate, but hesitant.

Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "It's probably a kind of test, but who knows what it is, you have to try it."

"You'll be there first?" Chen Sansui said.

Wang Jingzhe said "Huh" and asked in confusion: "Aren't you not afraid of death? Why did you ask me to come first?"

"You are even less afraid. You've been bragging about it. Don't I give you face? You first, you first." Chen Sansui shrugged with a smile.

Wang Jingzhe was speechless and walked towards his old monk. Before the other party could pat his hand on his head, he asked softly: "Master, who are you now and what identity are you?"

The old monk actually replied directly to him, saying: "Thaxi descended from Ze, the master of the Great Perfection of Bon religion this generation."

Wang Jingzhe showed a decisive expression and then asked: "Are you looking for the next generation of the Great Perfection inheritance for Bon religion?"

"Yes"

"Are you going to sit down?"

"Yes"

Wang Jingzhe had a clear mind and spoke quickly, and asked again, "Master, have you ever left this temple?"

Tashi Jiangze said, "I have been out of the temple fifty-eight years ago when I was practicing. It took me thirty-two years to go back to the temple. I have never been out again, and I have been going to this day."

Wang Jingzhe was immediately moved. If he calculated this way, the master would probably be over 100 years old.

"As far as I know, whether it is the Yellow Sect or the Red Sect, the Masters of the Tibetan Area and the Dharma King will leave a good reputation for practicing. They are deeply loved by the people of Tibet. They are not only for saving sentient beings, but also for being compassionate. But Master, your name sounds very good, and it seems that there is no trace in the Tibetan Area?" Wang Jingzhe shook his head and said, "Not to mention the living Buddha or something. You said you are the master of the Great Perfection of Bon Sect in this generation. Where have you been perfect?"

Chen Sansui blinked speechlessly, thinking that this guy was crazy about gaining and losing his heart. He wanted to pass on his heritage, but he was on his territory. Where did you come from so many of them? If you are so polite, do you still want to make a living?

Taxi Jiangze said calmly: "Don't delay the time, don't delay."

Wang Jingzhe glanced at Mina Mitsui who was continuing to perform a stage play on the ground, sighed and speechless.

Yes, he is really delaying time. Wang Jingzhe just wanted to see what happened to Mitsui Mina later or after waking up, so that he could make some judgment.

Wang Jingzhe was very confused because since the temple lighted up and after Taxi Jiangze turned around, he tried to calculate the previous hexagram based on the other side's deduction, but he found that it was actually blank after calculation. This master was actually a formless person.

The so-called Wucheng is a very mysterious phenomenon in the fortune-telling world. Almost few people are. Wucheng does not mean that there is no face. After all, as long as you are a person, you must have a face. The explanation for Wucheng is that the person's face is too messy, so messy that you may calculate ten thousand or even more possibilities, but then you find that any possibility makes sense, but to put it bluntly, it is wrong and cannot be established.

This kind of appearance is rare because only those who have reincarnated and inherited may have, and they have to be reborn for many generations.

Wang Jingzhe did not blush after being exposed by Zhaxi Jiangze. This straightforward thought was actually obvious.

Chen Sansui sighed: "Shameless"

Taxi Jiangze continued to stretch his palms, and Wang Jingzhe took the initiative to stretch his head, and the other party slapped the mountain on top of his head.

"It has thirty wonderful appearances and eighty good appearances, and shows the infinite light and wonderful appearance. It is passed on to the first gathering machine to guide the Dharma, respectfully spread the Dharma Lord to guide the Dharma..."

Wang Jingzhe gradually closed his eyes, then sat cross-legged on the ground, pinching the seal with both hands.

Wang Jingzhe woke up quickly after closing his eyes. When he woke up again, he was singing.

Wangcun, Wang family.

Wang Jingzhe saw himself, Wang Dongzhi, Wang Xianzhi and Wang Fengrao.

Wang Fengrao was like the one he looked at when he was in Bagualipo. Wang Xianzhi was much younger, but at this time Wang Dongzhi and Wang Jingzhe were not old and looked like they were in their teenage years.

Wang Jingzhe gasped as he watched the strange scene, his heart thumped.

"I'm going out for a while..." Wang Fengrao rubbed Wang Jingzhe's head with a kind face, looked at Wang Dongzhi and said, "You are the sister, he is the younger brother. Apart from me and your father, you are his closest relative in the world. Take good care of your brother."

At this time, Wang Dongzhi was not very charming, but his straightforward and decisive temperament was very obvious. She didn't talk much, so she just nodded and said, "I understand, grandpa."

Wang Jingzhe blinked his childhood big eyes and asked, "Grandpa, where are you going and when will you come back?"

Wang Fengrao said in a simple manner: "Go out to do something, and you'll be back in a while."

Another Wang Jingzhe, who was watching this scene out of thin air, suddenly shouted hurriedly: "Grandpa, don't go, don't..."

Wang Jingzhe knew that Wang Fengrao never returned to Chaoge after he went there, and returned to Wangcun's home. His meeting with Wang Fengrao was in Baguailipo after many years.

However, after Wang Jingzhe finished shouting, he found that none of the four people in the family had any reaction. He probably didn't hear him at all. Wang Jingzhe even wanted to try to grab Wang Fengrao's arm, but he failed.

Wang Jingzhe knew that at this time, he returned to his memory fragments.
Chapter completed!