"It's a bloody story." Qin Lang said, "Is this a legend or a real thing?"
"It should be true." Master Tufan was puzzled, why did Qin Lang doubt this.
"I'm just thinking, even if there is no such reason, the two sects of Xian and Mi must not be able to coexist peacefully, right? If both sides have the idea of resolving their grievances, how can the hatred last for so many years?" Qin Lang asked the key point.
Although the teachings of the two sects of Xuan and Mi are different, they are all under the banner of Buddhism after all. After all, they are all disciples of Buddhism. The scriptures of Buddhism never advocate retribution for grievances. , the doorway, Qin Lang, an outsider, can see clearly.
"Uh...Mr. Qin, you don't have to think about resolving grievances. The point is, we have lost twice in a row in the matter of discussing Buddhist scriptures, so this time it is bound to be very intense. Mr. Qin, you are involved It might be very troublesome if you get involved in this matter."
"Then can I not go?"
"No!" Master Tufan hurriedly said, "If you don't go, you will not offend Jebu Tulku alone, but the entire Tantric school. You know, everyone in the Tantric school knows that you have just become a town official. The Prison Guardian King Kong is quite famous, if you run away, it will embarrass the entire Tantric sect—but, Mr. Qin, if you really don’t want to go, there is a way.”
"any solution?"
"Mr. Qin, as long as your realm has been raised to the level of a martial saint, or you have completely abolished martial arts, there is no need to go. For example, people like me don't have to worry about talking about Buddhist scriptures."
"Why don't you go to the Martial Saint level?" Qin Lang was a little curious.
"This is not to worry about the intensification of conflicts between the two sides. You also know the importance of saints to a sect. Once a saint is lost, the blow to the sect is quite big. Moreover, warriors at the level of martial saints, fierce battles The destructiveness caused by the time is too terrifying, this is also a category to consider." Master Tu Fan patiently explained to Qin Lang. It can be seen that although Master Tufan is a little worried for Qin Lang, he still hopes that Qin Lang will not refuse this "exchange activity" of talking about Buddhism and scriptures, because once Qin Lang refuses, he may immediately become a "traitor" of Tantric Buddhism. In that case, Tufan and Dawa will definitely be unlucky too.
As for Master Pubu, he was not involved in the matter of Qin Lang. In Master Tufan's opinion, he should be "lucky". If Master Pubu also went to Qin Lang's enshrining ceremony this time, I'm afraid he would also become an abandoned son in the eyes of Jebu Living Buddha.
"Really? If the realm is raised to the level of Martial Saints, you don't have to participate?" Qin Lang seemed to have an idea in his mind. People like Jeb Tulku want to cheat him, but Qin Lang is not so easy to be cheated by others.
After getting an affirmative answer from Master Tufan, Qin Lang quickly replied to the Tantric monk: He will definitely go!
This time, the discussion on Buddhist scriptures was held three days later, and the venue was Fengzhe Monastery in the Tibetan area.
After Qin Lang agreed, the esoteric monk told Qin Lang that the air ticket had been booked. It seems that esoteric sects are still very considerate in terms of logistics services.
The plane flew directly to Lhasa, and Qin Lang was still in first class.
After getting on the plane, Qin Lang closed his eyes and rested his mind, preparing to think about how to act after arriving in the Tibetan area.
However, at this time, a middle-aged fat man in the cabin kept harassing the flight attendant here: "Miss, you are young this year... do you have a boyfriend?... My name is Barwind... Do you like riding horses? I have three thousand in my family." A steed…”
The flight attendant didn't seem to have a particularly good impression of this local tycoon in the Tibetan area, and she gently but resolutely dissuaded the other party's bad intentions, but this guy's face was longer than a horse's face. pester each other.
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At this moment, the wine of the local tyrant in the Tibetan area flew out of the wine glass and landed on Qin Lang's clothes, but this guy didn't seem to notice it. The lady kept apologizing to Qin Lang.
"What are you apologizing to him for? Isn't it just a piece of clothing, how much... I'll just give it to him!" This local tyrant named Bawangde took out a small stack of money from his wallet and threw it directly on Qin Lang.
Before Qin Lang could answer, the flight attendant hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry sir, I got your clothes dirty, I know your clothes are very expensive, it's Dios brand, it's said that one piece costs tens of thousands, I'm really sorry. "
In fact, Qin Lang himself didn't know how much the clothes of these brands were worth. Anyway, Ren Meili picked them for him last time. He said that he was buying clothes anyway, so he had to take care of the shop opened by his family.
"It's okay." Qin Lang said with a smile to the bright-eyed flight attendant, then turned to the local tyrant in the Tibetan area and said, "Please take your money back, you owe me an apology."
"Apologize? Why are you apologizing to a Han dog? This money will be used as your dry cleaning fee!" The local tyrant in the Tibetan area snorted coldly, seeing the flight attendant busy wiping the wine stains on Qin Lang's body, his heart was even more angry , "Brat! When you get off the plane, you won't know how you died!"
"Sir, please pay attention to your language!" Out of professional habit, the flight attendant stood up to stop the rich man from uttering obscenities.
"Hmph!" The local tyrant in the Tibetan area snorted coldly, "Women who don't know how to flatter! They only know how to please rich men, don't think that I don't know what kind of character you are!"
"You—" Although the flight attendant was very angry, she endured it with a customer-oriented attitude. During the next journey, the local tyrant finally calmed down, but his murderous intent towards Qin Lang became stronger and stronger.
But Qin Lang would not regard a local tyrant as his opponent at all, so he didn't care at all, and continued to meditate quietly in his seat, thinking about the action arrangements after arriving in the Tibetan area.
After an unknown amount of time, the flight attendant came over to remind Qin Lang to fasten his seat belt because the plane was about to land.
Qin Lang woke up from meditation, and the plane landed smoothly.
After the plane landed, the stewardess came over and said softly to Qin Lang: "When you get out of the airport, you must be careful of that Tibetan native, these people dare to do anything - this is my phone number, if necessary, Call me."
When the flight attendant left, there was already a pink note in Qin Lang's hand, which still smelled of perfume.