He Bangwei's body was covered with muddy water, and the pain of tearing his soul still lingered, but at the moment his mood was happy.

The sword heart has been completed, and the world can go.

Vajra Dorjee stepped forward, smashed down the Tantric Vajra seal with his right hand, and pushed it flat with his left hand.

He Bangwei waved his sword finger diagonally, and then slashed at Duoji's right arm, regardless of it, and sank into his abdomen, and pointed at his left palm.

The vajra seal smashed down, but it was already weak in mid-air, and the softness stroked from He Bangwei's forehead, and after the left palm was hit, it was like a fire, and the pain extended to the shoulder.

The two arms were difficult to exert force for a while, Dorjee pushed his right knee up, touched the sword finger again, and the whole person retreated five steps back.

It's so weird, why is this person so powerful all of a sudden?

In the night, the rain on the plateau became smaller, He Bangwei withdrew his sword finger, looked up at the still unclear sky, and looked at the monk opposite.

Dorjee took a sharp breath and poured his arms into his arms to dispel the acidity.

Han Xiaowei dodged from a distance, and saw that the two of them stopped fighting for a while, and shouted loudly: "We have something to say." ”

It's okay that he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Dorjee thought of the master being injured and languishing, gritting his teeth violently, his body bones crackling like fried beans, and his face was vaguely hideous.

The anger in my heart was burning, but I suddenly remembered that the master explained the three Dharma seals, all actions are impermanent, all laws have no self, and Nirvana is silent, and I seem to have an understanding.

The hideousness on his face faded into a strange silence.

Dorjee stepped forward again, took two steps into one step, and with a groan, his fists fell.

He Bangwei felt the feeling of almost no restraint in Zhihai, and was filled with joy, seeing that this monk came again, without the sword fingers, standing still, clenching his fists to meet him.

Vajra Dorjee is gaining again at this moment. However, the fists collided, and the force surged, and he took a few steps back.

The muddy footprints on the grass are clearly visible, and this time it retreats farther than the last time.

He Bangwei spoke: "Little monk, stop." ”

Dorjee didn't understand Chinese, but look at his expression. A sense of humiliation and powerlessness arose spontaneously.

Can't protect the master! Can't catch the enemy!

The Dharma Sutra was mixed with anger and humiliation, roared angrily, there were no moves in his hand, and the red robe swayed forward on the muddy water.

Words are useless, then stop you, He Bangwei didn't say much.

Punch for punch, step by step.

The fists collided, and they retreated step by step, and King Kong Dorjee's arms were numb. It's all about throwing punches with perseverance.

He Bangwei caught up with the last punch, but Dorjee couldn't bear it and retreated again and again, and no longer stepped forward.

The rain had stopped, and in the darkness of the night, the red-robed monk knelt down violently and began to cry.

The previous pursuit and martial arts did not scare He Bangwei, which scared him.

Seeing that this side seemed to have been resolved, Han Xiaowei cautiously took a few steps forward. Looking at the Tibetan monk who was howling and couldn't understand, he asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

He Bangwei shook his head. Seems to have a psychological breakdown? It seems a little too easy.

As soon as the curse was gone, his muscles and bones were moved again, and he felt better than ever, but his body was a little uncomfortable being soaked in rain.

Monk Dorjee couldn't do anything, thinking of the master's serious injury and retreat, sadness came from it. I cried louder and louder.

It's really ...... to cry if you can't beat it He Bangwei was a little speechless, although Dorjee is also middle-aged, he will look like a child.

Han Xiaowei took a step back, and then shouted at the monk: "Tashi Delek, Tashi Delek......"

The red-robed Dorjee suddenly looked up at him. Han Xiaowei immediately hid behind He Bangwei.

Helpless about this coward, He Bangwei pointed in the direction of Sunshine City, and then pointed to himself, indicating that he was willing to go back with him now.

Dorjee wiped a handful of tears, this gesture can be understood, but is this person really willing to go back with him?

After the gesture, he didn't care about him, He Bangwei walked in the direction of the tent just now, and Han Xiaowei followed closely behind.

Dorjee was a little dazed, and in the darkness he could only hear the voices of the two Han tourists, who seemed to have no malicious intent.

He didn't know Chinese, he looked back at the back that was getting farther and farther away, quickly got up from the ground, and followed silently.

"Wait a minute, you can go back to the car first." He Bangwei said to Han Xiaowei.

"Why?"

"Because it's all right." He Bangwei said lightly, the sword heart has come out, don't worry about being controlled by others, a person is more free to come and go.

"Why do you want to go back with that monk, anyway, he can't beat you now, let's go down the mountain directly." Han Xiaowei persuaded, he didn't understand the details of the whole process, he only understood that Brother He suddenly broke out in the small universe and subdued the monk with his fists.

"Don't worry, I'll give you my phone, wait for dawn to find a way to refuel, I'll go back and see." Knowing that his mobile wallet was lost, He Bangwei groaned.

This trip back, he wanted to see how the old monk was, although Kenshin rebounded at that time, but only for that moment should be worry-free, this trip will not be a big incident.

He could feel the kindness of the old monk, although it may not be the right way, but it was not a big deal to go back and see.

At this moment, the sword heart is condensed, and it is possible to advance and retreat, depending on the heart.

Han Xiaowei took the wallet and key handed over by He Bangwei, silently did not speak, and thought by himself.

When they arrived at the tent, the Tibetan had not yet woken up, the tent was torn in half and scattered there, and two yaks squatted in the corner in the darkness without making a sound.

Dorjee followed him one deep and one shallowly, he no longer had the idea of using force, and he couldn't beat it with one punch, not to mention that this person still had a strange sword finger.

He was most impressed by He Bangwei's sword finger when he first turned around and smiled, and those few understatements were far more terrifying than the later fist fights.

King Kong's angry eyes can't catch this person anymore, can he wrap his fingers around Huairou? The monk now had to think about this serious question, and then when he saw the tent and remembered that there was still a believer in it, he hurried over to wake him up.

The two of them put the tent back up, and although it was a little leaky, it was barely enough.

The fire was lit, He Bangwei and Han Xiaowei sat on one side, and the monk and Tibetans sat opposite.

If the clothes are soaking wet, bake them dry first.

He Bangwei took out his mobile phone, opened it, first took a picture of the fire, then raised it forward, and took a photo of the monk and the Tibetan.

In the photo, Dorjee's red robe is wet and sticking to his body, mud spots are everywhere, his face is gray and white, very embarrassed, and the Tibetans are clasping their hands together, closing their eyes and not knowing what they are praying.

With the text: Crying monk, He Bangwei updated the scarf, turned off the phone and handed the phone to Han Xiaowei.

This will be a while roasting the fire, while experiencing Kenshin, coming to this world to be affected by the laws of heaven and earth, Kenshin seems to be a little different.

I closed my eyes and sensed it for a while, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Dorjee staring at me, as if I was afraid that I would disappear.

He Bangwei ignored him and turned his back to let the fire roast to the back.

Seeing that he showed a flaw to himself, the monk was a little nervous in his heart, if he went up and smashed him with a vajra seal at this time, I don't know if he could be subdued.

The firelight reflected the monk's face uncertainly, swallowed his saliva, and Dorjee was about to get up, when he suddenly remembered the smile He Bangwei turned around.

That smile similar to the master's temperament......

As if being poured with cold water, Dorjee lowered his head in frustration, and immediately raised his eyes again.

Since force is useless, then put mental pressure on him!

Just staring at it, you can't relax in the slightest! (To be continued.) )

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