Meiduo couldn't help but feel a surge of anger seeing how these people were humiliating Li Yundong, yet she couldn't bring herself to criticize her clansmen in front of so many outsiders. She could only feel resentment inwardly and worry for Li Yundong, fearing he might be utterly disgraced.

Li Yundong, however, seemed unfazed. Instead, he offered a friendly nod and smile to the Tibetans. Then, taking a deep breath, a surge of energy rushed up from his Dantian. He placed both hands beneath the chassis of the jeep, let out a mighty roar, and actually lifted the vehicle with his bare hands!

The surrounding crowd erupted in a collective gasp of shock!

The two foreigners were utterly dumbfounded until Li Yundong yelled at them, "Hey, what are you staring at!" They snapped back to reality and gave the front bumper a shove.

The rear tire of the jeep was no longer stuck in the mud pit. With their push, the vehicle moved. Li Yundong maneuvered the car across the muddy stretch before setting it down gently, his face impassive and heart calm.

Liu Xia, standing nearby, snatched off his dark sunglasses in astonishment, gaping at Li Yundong. He seemed unable to believe that this unkempt, scruffily dressed man possessed such divine strength!

"Holy crap, impossible, right?" Liu Xia stammered.

The foreigner next to him also spoke, his face filled with awe, "Incredible, truly incredible! To run into another one of these miraculous Chinese people here! Liu, are all the people from your country this amazing?"

Liu Xia was speechless. The first time, this man had touched an elderly person officially declared dead and somehow brought him back to life. This time was even more exaggerated: several strong young men couldn't push a jeep out of the mud, yet Li Yundong managed it single-handedly!

If this wasn't a divine being, what was?

It wasn't just Liu Xia; all the Tibetans who witnessed the scene instantly regarded Li Yundong as a celestial being. The young Tibetan men who had been plotting to challenge him that night exchanged fearful and awestruck glances.

"Dogge, you still want to challenge him?"

"Are you kidding? With that kind of strength, how could anyone compete?"

"Where did this guy come from? He's too strong!"

"Yeah, he’s like a reincarnation of Vajra, too formidable!"

Li Yundong walked back to Meiduo. Meiduo’s face was flushed with excitement, her eyes shining with undisguised adoration and reverence. She kept exclaiming, "Mahakala, Mahakala!"

Li Yundong smiled, puzzled. "What are you saying?"

Seeing Li Yundong hog the spotlight, even those clansmen who had initially been resistant to him were now completely convinced, their gazes filled with respect and a hint of fear. Meiduo felt an increasing pride and joy, as if she herself had achieved something magnificent. She smiled sweetly and explained, "Mahakala means the Protector of the Dharma, it means you are incredibly strong!"

Li Yundong chuckled. "Just a small trick. But that Great Hand Seal you translated for me—that might be the truly astonishing skill!"

As dusk began to fall, the two foreign climbers decided not to push further ahead but instead stayed at the makeshift camp of the Tibetans.

The Tibetans were hospitable, and seeing outsiders, they readily brought out their home-brewed barley wine and cheese to treat them. The Westerners, being more open than the reserved Han Chinese, quickly let loose after a few bowls of wine, laughing and making merry. Some Tibetans even gathered around the bonfire to sing and dance.

Naturally, Meiduo was the center of attention at the feast. After dancing a few times, she suddenly noticed that Li Yundong was absent from the bonfire gathering. Curious, she found an excuse and walked towards the tent temporarily erected for him by the clansmen.

As Meiduo lifted the tent flap, she jokingly called out, "What are you doing in there!"

But as soon as the words left her mouth, her expression fell, because Li Yundong was nowhere inside the tent.

Meiduo felt a wave of disappointment, muttering to herself: Where on earth did this Han brother go? Why wouldn't he join such a lively party? It’s such a mood killer!

Just as she was about to turn away, she suddenly heard a low, mournful sound drifting from the distance—a sound that was muffled and hard to make out. Meiduo jolted: That sound was eerily similar to a wolf howl!

Wolves were not uncommon on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. Meiduo immediately became tense and alert. She quickly hurried back to Qiangbagla and whispered, "Qiangbagla, I think I heard a wolf howl."

Qiangbagla was not only a devout believer but also an old hunter. Hearing this, he instantly became wary, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Where? Take me to see quickly!"

As the spiritual leader of the group, his movement drew the attention of everyone else. Someone immediately asked, "Qiangbagla, what happened?"

Qiangbagla chuckled grimly. "Sounds like some wolf cubs are approaching. Everyone be alert, get your hunting rifles!"

At that, everyone lost the mood for singing and dancing. They all stood up. The men rushed into the tents to grab their rifles and weapons, while the women armed themselves with long knives and iron pots—no one was left empty-handed.

After Liu Xia translated the situation, the two foreigners were thrilled at the prospect of a wolf hunt and eagerly insisted on joining the excitement.

The large group set off noisily toward the location Meiduo indicated. After only a few steps, Qiangbagla turned back and snapped, "Quiet down! I was hoping to hunt a big wolf to improve our rations. If you shout so loudly, what if we scare the wolves away?"

The crowd burst into laughter and immediately quieted down.

They walked another hundred meters or so, and sure enough, they heard the low sounds again.

The sound drifted on the wind, and everyone listened intently, murmuring amongst themselves, "Huh, that doesn't sound like a wolf howl."

"Meiduo, are you sure you heard wrong?"

Meiduo’s face flushed red as she replied, "I clearly heard a wolf howl just now!"

Qiangbagla waved his hand and whispered, "Stop arguing. We’ll know once we get closer!"

The group advanced another few dozen meters. They saw no wolves, but in the distance, on the grassland, sat a human figure faintly glowing with a golden light.

Qiangbagla’s heart skipped a beat. He gestured for everyone to remain silent and crept another ten meters forward. This time, Qiangbagla recognized the source of the sound that had misled Meiduo: it was that young Han brother, Li Yundong.

Li Yundong was sitting cross-legged on the open field, forming a mudra with his hands. He held his left index finger straight up, using the little finger of his right hand to wrap around the first joint of his left index finger, while the tip of his left index finger rested on the first joint of his right thumb.

This was the Vairocana Tathagata Mudra from the Great Hand Seal techniques. The Buddha believed that the left hand represented the five elements of sentient beings, and the right hand represented the five wisdoms and the five Buddhas. Placing the right hand's wisdom upon the hand-form of sentient beings resulted in this mudra, hence it was called the Wisdom Fist Mudra. Therefore, the Vairocana Mudra was also known as the Wisdom Fist Mudra!

As Li Yundong formed this seal, he silently contemplated the profound meaning of the Vairocana Mudra: the First Wisdom Seal guiding toward Bodhi, the Vajra Fist Seal of the Great Sun Dharma Realm that extinguishes all ignorance and darkness!

His internal Zhenqi flowed, surging towards his crown. Li Yundong suddenly felt as if a hand had tapped the top of his head; his Baihui acupoint burst open, followed by a cool sensation that streamed down from his scalp, like receiving an instant enlightenment infusion.

Li Yundong felt the Six-Syllable Mantra he had memorized in his mind involuntarily echoing, as if countless Vajras and myriad Arhats were chanting scriptures simultaneously.

The true mantra of the Vairocana Mudra subconsciously leaped out from this torrent of scriptures, transforming into a single, shimmering golden character: Om!

The moment this character sprang from his mind, Li Yundong felt the energy within him surge uncontrollably, flooding towards the hand seal. He involuntarily expelled a single, deep-toned syllable: Om!!!

With this great shout, the faint golden light emanating from Li Yundong suddenly intensified. Immediately afterward, he pushed the mudra forward with his hand, and a golden imprint of the Great Sun Tathagata Seal shot out. It grew larger and larger against the dark night sky before finally vanishing into the distant heavens.

Qiangbagla was struck dumb with awe, his heart shaking violently. His belief that Li Yundong was the reincarnation of Mahakala became even more certain!

He glanced back and saw that his clansmen were also staring, dumbfounded, at Li Yundong nearby. They had witnessed him emitting a golden hand seal with every low-voiced utterance of the mantra.

This golden hand seal was as clear as a projected film, glittering with golden light, radiating a solemn majesty as if the Buddha himself had descended!

Li Yundong had skipped the evening party precisely to verify what he had been contemplating during the day. His verification proved his initial thought: this hand seal was only effective when combined with the true mantra!

However, Li Yundong was unaware that this Great Hand Seal and its mantra required the Zhenqi of a powerful and vigorous practitioner to manifest their demon-subduing potency!

Li Yundong was originally a Daoist cultivator, yet the first technique he unintentionally mastered was a Buddhist art—a curious twist of fate.

As Qiangbagla and the others watched Li Yundong unleash one Great Hand Seal after another, the dark canvas of the sky seemed on the verge of being illuminated by his golden imprints. They were so profoundly shaken that they trembled uncontrollably. Immediately, they dropped to their knees, prostrating themselves in worship.

Only after Li Yundong completed the eighteenth Great Hand Seal did he feel his Zhenqi beginning to wane. He stopped, circulated his energy for a while, and slowly stood up.

When Li Yundong finally stood up and turned around, he jumped in surprise. He saw a vast, dark crowd kneeling not far behind him, worshipping him with full prostrations as if he were a deity.

Li Yundong walked over, pulled Meiduo up, and whispered, "What are you all doing?"

Meiduo’s large, bright eyes were fixed intently on him. With a mixture of reverence and awe, she asked, "Are you truly the reincarnation of Mahakala?"

Li Yundong managed a wry smile. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Meiduo exclaimed excitedly, "Don't deny it! We all saw it just now! You must be the reincarnation of Mahakala, right?"

Li Yundong shook his head. "No, definitely not!"

Seeing his firm and thorough denial, Meiduo felt a flicker of doubt and uncertainty. Some Tibetans nearby who didn't understand their Mandarin began to urge anxiously, "Meiduo, what are you two saying?"

Meiduo turned and explained to her clansmen, "He says he is not the reincarnation of Mahakala!"

The clansmen began whispering among themselves. "How could he not be the reincarnation of Mahakala?"

"Right, the Han people probably don't understand what Mahakala means in our Tibetan language. Meiduo, explain what Mahakala means to him?"

Meiduo called out loudly, "I already explained it, but he just won't admit it!"

Disappointment clearly crossed the faces of the clansmen. They began murmuring again. "Impossible! This man must be our Dharma Protector Vajra! I have never seen anyone use the Great Hand Seal this way; if not the Protector of the Dharma, then who is it?"

"Not necessarily. This man is Han. There are Buddhists among the Han people, but they are different from us. They don't call it Vajra; they call it Arhat. Abilities like this are called Siddhis (supernatural powers). I think he’s a Han Siddhi Arhat!"

"Oh well, regardless of what he is, this man is definitely here to bless us! Why else would he run into us specifically? Why did he save Qiangbagla?"

"We must find a way to keep him here!"

"Keep him? How? He's a Han from the Central Plains; what could we possibly offer?"

"Actually, there is a way to keep this Han man..."

As the group discussed, a thought flashed simultaneously through everyone's mind, and their gazes converged sharply onto Meiduo.

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