Chapter 142: Transformation again

At the stairs in front of the Potala Palace in Tibet, Xiaojun has been sitting here for many days, so he can't remember the days himself.

The reason was that when he first came here, he found an old lama in this location. He sat here motionlessly and watched the Tibetan people from all over the country who came to the Potala Palace to worship. He didn't know why these people were so attractive that they could make the old lama observe here day and night.

Xiaojun tried to sit down like an old lama. After sitting for a while, he finally calmed down. Looking at these scenes, his heart was violently impacted, and a pious faith was infinitely magnified in front of him.

Every Tibetan who came here was very pious and began to kneel down from the foot of the mountain. Everyone's face was filled with pious faith. Whether it was a strong young man, a staggering old man, or even a small child, everyone had unswerving beliefs.

It was just such faces and pairs of eyes that made Xiaojun stay. Sitting here and feeling all this, like the old lama beside him. Every day, a little lama would bring food and drink to the old lama. At the gesture of the old lama's eyes, Xiaojun also enjoyed this treatment. Every time the little lama came, he would bring a portion of food to Xiaojun.

As the days passed day by day, just now, Xiaojun could be said to have an epiphany, and finally realized what he needed in this situation.

Direction, belief, achievement. When a person has a direction that he needs to work hard, he needs to work constantly, aiming for this direction, especially persistent and firm belief for this direction is indispensable. In the end, any method can be chosen.

Xiaojun lowered his head and thought about the direction. What is his direction? Defend the country? Defend relatives? Defend lovers? These are not all. He needs to defend everything around him, the memories he travels through time, the transformed body and brain, the profound family background, and the identity and status he has obtained in recent years. With this ordinary person, he may not get one of the advantages in his life. His direction is to defend all this, everything around him, everything that belongs to him, whether it is family, lovers, friends, identity, status, money, etc. as long as he owns it.

To make these things not hurt or threatened is one's own belief. In order to achieve such a life, even if there is a mountain ahead, one must flatten it; even if there is a sea ahead, one must fill it up, and the Buddha blocks and the demon blocks and kills the demons.

After all this, Xiaojun raised his head and a light flashed in his eyes, as if a peerless sword that had been buried for a hundred years suddenly became a splendid sword. At this moment, Xiaojun's entire momentum also changed drastically. No longer the Zuo Haojun, who was a little timid in doing things, had never been able to integrate into this era, and was always afraid of the impact of some historical events.

Now, all this is not important, so what if I change history?

The old lama sitting beside him suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head and looked at Xiaojun. He spoke for the first time in so many days: "Did you realize it?"

"kindness."

"Child, you went astray. I didn't expect that there would be someone here who could feel such a fierce murderous aura. Child, tell me, what did you realize?"

"Everything in life."

"I was wrong with bloody killing life, such an emperor. I wanted to guide you to eliminate the lurking aura hidden in you, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." The old lama shook his head, showed an unbearable look on his face, and then said again: "Child, come with me."

My legs and feet, which had not moved for many days, were already a little numb. I stood up with a swaying swaying and walked towards the Potala Palace.

When Xiaojun heard the old lama's words, he was also confused. He stood up and walked forward with him.

Along the way, countless lamas in the Potala Palace bowed their heads and bowed their heads to the point where they saw the old lama. It can be seen that the old lama has a very high status here.

The two walked through the hall and came to a small cottage, a small cottage that seemed a little abrupt and disharmonious throughout the Potala Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the door, the solemn feeling from the shop hit Xiaojun's soul. The old lama signaled Xiaojun to sit down and he also sat opposite him. A familiar and unfamiliar meditation mantra murmured from the old lama's mouth. In line with the decorations and patterns filled with Tibetan Buddhist atmosphere in the house, the effect of the meditation mantra was more obvious than the hidden meditation mantra that was recited back then.

Xiaojun, who has established his mind, has not been greatly affected when facing such feelings, and it can be said that he has no effect at all. The hostility that has always been hidden in his heart has long been transformed into his firm belief when he was enlightened.

Day after day, the old lama hoped to put a scabbard on this peerless sword of killing through his own efforts, but looking at the increasingly sharp sword edge, the old lama knew that he could not do it, so he slowly closed his mouth and stopped making any sounds, and his eyes flashed with fatigue and gloomy.

"I am very familiar with this meditation mantra. Can you tell me how many people can do it?" Xiaojun kept closing his eyes and listening to the old lama chanting the mantra. At this time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no longer any confusion in his eyes. It was time to go back.

"You know this meditation mantra. It seems that we are really destined to be. Apart from me, there should be only one person in the world. A young man who was as slaughtered as you. But unlike you, I successfully put a scabbard on him, but I failed." The old lama said disappointedly.

"He is my closest friend." Xiaojun knew that he had no need to stay here anymore, so he stood up, bowed silently to the old lama and thanked him, then turned around and walked out.

"Wait." The old lama called Xiaojun and said, "Do you think you have really reached the perfect state in your heart in this way?"

"So what if it's not perfect? ​​I don't care."

"For the sake of the people and to make less blood in this world, sometimes the road to becoming a king and becoming an emperor does not require too much blood. Child, you are destined to be an ordinary person, so why do you need to kill more? Go to Shaolin Temple and take this Buddhist bead to find Zen Master Tianyuan. He will teach you more things and choose whether to go or not." The old lama threw a Buddhist bead to Xiaojun, then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

After taking the Buddhist bead, Xiaojun turned around and walked out of the door. The moment the door was closed, his voice came into the old lama's ears: "I'll go, for you. I won't give it to you, Master, thank you."

A smile appeared on the old lama's face and slowly lowered his head.

As soon as Xiaojun walked down the Potala Palace, he heard bells coming from above, indicating that a master with a very high status in the Potala Palace passed away. Xiaojun turned his head and whispered in the direction of the Potala Palace: "Master, go all the way."

Is it important who he is? It doesn’t matter. In his heart, he is a real master, which is enough. As for those names, they will not be recognized by him even if they are not real.

Walking on the road, the crowd was walking around him, which made Xiaojun very puzzled. He scratched his head with his hands and was stunned at that time. He had not taken a shower for a long time. His hair was stuck, his beard was distracted, and there was a scent of scent on his body. No wonder he became a rat crossing the street.

After rummaging through my clothes, I still had more than 100 yuan. I found a small hotel for Tibetans, threw out 10 yuan, and asked the service staff to help me buy a simple outfit. It was spring and the weather was getting warmer. I no longer needed these heavy clothes on my body.

After washing up, I changed into new clothes and went to get my hair cut. The original Xiaojun was back. If Xiaojun hadn't taken out the money early, I would have spoken out to blow the beggar out. Seeing Xiaojun at this time, I was surprised by his changes. After seeing his eyes, a hint of chill appeared in his heart. His eyes were so cold, as if he had been stared at by a ferocious beast, and his body shivered unconsciously.

He asked the trembling waiter about the location of the bus station and walked out of the hotel. He knew that he was showing his sharpness now, especially his eyes. Xiaojun bought a large sunglasses and put them on to cover his eyes.

Just take a bus that goes south. In this era, it is indeed inconvenient for passenger transport in Tibet. If you want to go to Henan, you don’t know how many buses you have to change?

Xiaojun held the Buddhist bead in his hand, remembering the old lama. For him, he went to Shaolin to meet the Zen Master Tianyuan. Xiaojun knew what the old lama meant and hoped that the Zen Master Tianyuan could stabilize himself. Now he was like a sword unsheathed, and the cold air was so cold that the old lama had been trying hard to put a sword on him. It was not successful. It seemed that the Zen Master Tianyuan must be a capable person, otherwise the old lama would not ask him to find him.

So what if I put it on? Now that I am firm in my mind, my whole body feels at the most perfect state, what else do I need?
Chapter completed!