Then, Sharon stopped talking. She saw the smoky dark circles on Li Ang’s eyes. Then, she keenly felt the changes in her body.

"Are you worried about me?" Sharon asked.

"Ah~ But, this night seems to be in vain." Li Ang smiled bitterly.

"It seems no different." Sharon took the snow-white arms, and the whiteness was covered with whiteness, making Li Ang's eyes dizzy.

"Hurry up and put on your clothes and go to dinner." Li Ang stopped her listlessly, who was about to try her strength, and did not intend to appreciate the spring scenery in front of her. Sister, if you don't master the strength and dismantle the horse shop and the spring scenery in the garden, wouldn't you be seen by those rough men? As the saying goes, the fat water will not flow to outsiders' fields. Li Ang has seen it himself, but it is impossible not to mind others' silence to see her women for nothing.

"Yeah." Sharon hesitated. Her Chinese was not as good as she could pick up those tender and sweet words. After blushing for a long time, the girl didn't expect other words, so she had to add:

"Thanks."

Li Ang smiled, which was a response to his own woman's heartfelt touching. At this time, shouldn't he have an intimate kiss? Forget it, who is the foreign girl, and she has the reality of being a husband and wife, but she is less and less careless than foreigners.

Instead, he was like a young wife who followed the customs and became reserved.

In front of the stove, there are still tables of pieces, broth, rice noodles and pancakes.

"Why, haven't you had enough sleep yet?" Uncle Gesang frowned slightly when he saw Li Ang's face was tired, and he looked like "Young man, why don't you know how to control it?"

"It's okay. I woke up early." Li Ang responded, pressing his temple secretly with soft force, and pressing down his dark circles with his inner energy.

We don’t want to meet someone, so we regard me as a lustful person who indulges in too much lust when we have women.

As a man, he can be lustful, but he cannot indulge himself.

Before leaving, Uncle Gesang told Li Ang that the horse gang was going to join another horse team. The team set out a month earlier than everyone, and was also entrusted by the four major sects of Tantric Buddhism and was on the Sichuan-Tibet Line.

Li Ang was unsure of it. It was not until after walking for most of the day that he met a horse team composed of almost half of the team, which was a little shocked.

It seems that I had underestimated the guys who were sitting in the temple and chanting scriptures here. I thought most of them were just utopians who chanted scriptures and sang Buddha, but I didn’t expect that from the heads of the school to the novice monks, I would “experience life” along the ancient road every few years.

At present, this team is the gray-clothed monks led by the Great Lama Langga. They should also be composed of four major sects including Nyingma, Kadam, Sakya, and Ga sect. However, in this team, they all agreed that they were grasshoppers on a rope, and the same gray long-sleeved monk robe maintained their tacit understanding.

When Uncle Gesang and Langga greeted each other across a U-shaped cliff more than ten meters wide, Luo Quan and the other senior brothers also came out. When Jia Yang and the three older monks saw the big lama, they all sang a Tantric Buddhist ceremony in unison. Only Luo Quan was stunned and slowed down half a beat.

Fortunately, the old monk didn't mind. While showing a kind smile, he waved his hand and replied with a folded hand.

The white deer boy called "Xiaobai" heard the sound and was about to come out of the basket to see what was going on, but Jia Yang, who received the Buddha's tribute, reached out and pressed his head and stuffed it back.

It seems that the big lama who looks kind-looking is not as refreshing as his kind-hearted appearance.

Seeing this, Li Ang took advantage of the instructions of Uncle Gesang, and did not rush to greet him. Instead, he stood there and greeted the horsemen behind him to speed up.

Just in the first half of the team, he walked to the cliff like an axe and met with another horse team that was almost the Lama team, Li Ang accidentally turned his head and suddenly saw a serpentine shining suddenly dragging out of the cloudy sky.

"Boom~ Rumble!"

Amid the thunder, Li Ang, who was perceived by his careful eyes and followed the lightning to sense the direction of the purple light falling down, subconsciously shouted to Sharon on the other side of the U-shaped cliff:

"careful!"

At the same time, the rocks that were broken by thunder actually cracked with a "click" sound!

The crack instantly crossed the mountainside from top to bottom and penetrated into the abdomen of the mountain.

Looking from the side where Li Ang is, a large piece of rock stretched out above the steep mountain road and was about to press down on him.

Instinctively, Li Ang activates his spiritual energy and wants to summon the soul spirit.

"Huh!"

The next moment, Li Ang withdrew his spiritual power and stopped activating the introspective psychic technique.

It was not because of seeing the monks who were ready to die and desperately protecting the basket of cargo in the center of the horse team. But it was because Sharon, who had been reborn, actually held up his hands and stopped the heavy pressure of tens of tons of rocks above his head.

Seeing this, Li Ang couldn't help but look at Sharon, who looked like a Valkyrie, who was surprised. The big girl was even more proudly, and looked at Li Ang through the deep valley, as if she couldn't believe her potential for awakening.

What a magical power!

She had extraordinary strange power. But before that it was pure muscle power, but now, with the powerful waves of surging spiritual energy, this power is increasingly trembling for those who witness the miracle.

"Idiot! Why don't you leave quickly!" Seeing everyone stunned in shock, they were stunned and looked at it, Li Ang was angry and anxious, and had to curse angrily: "The huge rock is broken, and you won't be crushed to death!"

Under the perception of his mind, although Li Ang knew that Sharon, who seemed to be unable to exert his strength, would not lose his energy, he instinctively disgusted his own woman to cover up the heavy pressure of a group of big men holding their feet under the heavy pressure of the huge rock.

Hearing the rapid ringtone, the crowd woke up. At the shouts of Uncle Gesang and Li Ang, the "expert" who were sitting in the same position as Guotou, pushed the monks who kept exclaiming "Amitabha" and hurriedly followed the narrow mountain path to a slightly smoother and wider safe area.

Seeing that the person was about to retreat, Li Ang shook his body and switched his soul power to the ghost spirit, summoning the Soul Spirit, non-poisonous, and several bone spurs broke the huge rock that Sharon was holding hard.

Under the protection of the ** treasure-wearing barrier supported by Luo Quan, tons of gravel rolled into the deep ditch one after another, without hurting the three people at all.

Through the psionic pupils, seeing that Sharon's body was not abnormal in his regaining calm, Li Ang finally breathed a breath.

"Don't rush to the front in the future."

Leaving this sentence, Li Ang, who wanted to speak but stopped, turned around and walked forward.

"Okay. Not going to happen in the future."

In fact, Sharon was far away from Li Ang this time. Usually, she followed Li Ang in an endless way.

After the relationship between the two went further, the role Sharon used to be similar to bodyguards and followers in Li Ang's eyes, which seemed to be undergoing subtle changes.

Is it good or bad to enlighten this big girl? Li Ang himself also wants to know this.

Fortunately, Sharon seemed not to be interested in the divine power he got. At least, she now enjoys the feeling of being shocked by the crowd of wits and worshipping her. Who made her hide her prettyness all the way, keep a low profile, and give all the limelight to herself?

Unlike Sharon, Li Ang, who was entangled, saw a few baskets surrounded by lamas who were facing great enemies at first sight. He seemed to be unable to help but move amid the shouts of the horsemen.

Finally, a basket lid moved, and a little novice monk with a round head was installed inside.

Then, amid the shouts of the accompanying monks, several other baskets also crawled out of the young monk who had just been ordained: one, two, and three.

Including the one before, there are also Xiaobai, a white deer boy from Uncle Gesang’s gang, a total of five.

Are you going to play the "Five Patriarchs of the New Shaolin"? No, it should be the "Five Patriarchs of the New Tantric Buddhism". No, if they are really the successors of Tantric Buddhism, wouldn't it mean that there should be a "weird man" who will intercept them without asking any questions!

But in reality, where would such a bloody plot in movies appear? If it really appears, where would you let the goddess of fate put her face?!

Li Ang, who secretly complained in his heart, silently "scanned" five weird little novice monks with his careful eyes, and suddenly had a question:

Is the purpose of this ancient road that has been through hardships really just to buy and sell tea and mules and horses? Oh, what is your profound meaning hidden behind trade?
Chapter completed!