The gate of the Potala Palace opened, and a row of monks in red robes hurriedly walked out, scattered to the square to ask, and some even went to the square shops to check the cameras.

A monk asked the believers in Tibetan aloud, and a commotion spread among the Tibetan believers, and many tourists felt the discordant atmosphere, and they all flinched a little, but in the Potala Palace, the obsession of the believers is incomparable.

Fortunately, after it was determined that He Bangwei and another tourist had left in a car, the monks did nothing else, but issued orders from here to Sunshine City and along the road.

In modern society, information is transmitted quickly, and the scene of Potala Square is quickly transmitted to the nearby Sunshine City, where the commotion of Tibetan believers and the anxiety of tourists slowly permeate the city.

The few people who chatted with Han Xiaowei just now in the square glanced at each other, and they were all a little worried, this scene had never been seen before.

Will something happen? They have a lot of uncertainty in their minds.

Matters of faith, differences in ethnicity, and language barriers are all possible problems.

Just as the faint commotion in Sunlight City was about to continue to spread, a decree came out from the white palace on the top floor of the Potala Palace, the West Sunlight Palace, and fell into the city.

This is the city of sunlight, this city is called "yes" in the Tibetan people, located at the foot of the Potala Palace, and the Panchen Lama is enough in one sentence.

The believers were quickly appeased, and a situation that seemed inexplicable and faintly fearful to tourists was quietly resolved.

In the West Sunshine Palace, the red-robed Dorjee faced the Panchen on a high seat, crackling, and arguing with reason in Tibetan.

He was very dissatisfied with the will of the Panchen Lama, and the master was still in retreat, so why didn't he pursue the murderer severely!

A clear voice came down from the high seat, and Dorjee listened. His face turned red, and he went out and went straight to the East Sunshine Temple.

Tashi sat cross-legged, guarding the door of the inner room, and when he saw Dorjee coming in angrily, he said slowly, "Dorjee." ”

Dorjee was furious, and he spoke sharply again. He would have recovered, but the whip marks on his head were still red and clear.

Tashi said again, "Dorjee. He just whispered Dorjee's name in an attempt to reassure him.

Dorjee glared angrily, pointing to the inner room with one hand and the lower part of the mountain with the other, wanting to shout loudly but fearing to disturb the master's retreat, he said angrily: "Mai Buge, give a few gifts and cover the pressure." Agru. Gave Z Gepa an a. "I'll go after you, you take care of the master!

Tashi called out for the third time, "Dorjee." "The eyes are pure and focused.

Dorjee ignored him anymore and walked out of the East Sunshine Hall by himself.

Tashi shook his head, clasped his hands together, and read the scripture lightly. He cultivated the Dharma with different forces, and he couldn't control this junior disciple, only the master could control him.

Dorjee has been brought up by his master since he was a child, and even his name was given to him by his master.

Dorjee. In Tibetan, it means "vajra".

Out of the Sunshine Palace, I rode a motorcycle from outside the gate of the Potala Palace. Dorjee asked the monk who was in charge of tracking down He Bangwei's whereabouts before, and chased after them with a fierce face.

On the off-road vehicle, Han Xiaowei drove cautiously, and there were Tibetans who came to worship from time to time on the road, and he was afraid of running into them.

He Bangwei let out a long breath and slowly tied the whip that was still in his right hand back to his waist.

This whip was bought by him when he returned from Mt. San'a. That time in the dense forest, he saw that Dao Gu was being lightly slighted, so he smashed it with his backpack and forced the young man back. Later, I came up with the idea that it would be much more convenient if I had something in hand; If he had been by Xiao Han's side that day, with a backpack and even a long whip in his hand, things would have been different.

Picked. He Bangwei bought a long whip and tied it around his waist.

It is said that controlled knives cannot be used, so the long whip should be fine.

Han Xiaowei saw him come back to his senses and asked, "What's wrong?" Lots of movement? ”

He Bangwei didn't answer, frowning, he would still be very bad, his whole body was soft, and his strength was difficult.

The kindness of the Sakya King caused a ferocious outbreak of the curse.

The curse that came from the same world as him was similar in root to his consciousness, but in a different way.

When the Tibetan secret method tried to help him get rid of the "faintness of the womb and the mystery of the yin", he stimulated the curse of his own spirituality, and burned himself with the power of the secret method, and made every effort to eliminate the conscious body, which can be described as cooking oil with fire.

King Sakya's intention was not achieved, and he was injured by the sword heart's backlash, and now He Bangwei is constantly suppressed by the curse, and it is difficult to get rid of it.

At this moment, the state of these two people is unprecedentedly low.

The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high, so it is appropriate to use it here.

But He Bangwei can also feel that this time is the madness of the curse that burns out its potential at the end, and if you survive this time, the curse will not be a climate.

With a wry smile, He Bangwei, who couldn't get rid of the curse power for the time being, opened his eyes and looked ahead.

Han Xiaowei glanced at the right rearview mirror and said with a smile: "Don't be bitter, it's okay, it doesn't matter if you really provoke the Living Buddha, when we get to the Han Land, no one is afraid." ”

Does that mean there is still something to be afraid of here? He Bangwei glanced at him, and a smile appeared in his heart.

This old monk is a bit miraculous, and under the tight locks of this law of heaven and earth, he can reach this level...... If he was in the world where he used to be, he would definitely be able to achieve a world of power.

faintly praised the Sakya Dharma King who caused this scene in his heart, He Bangwei was not very annoyed, he couldn't die this time, and he would be stronger in the future.

Han Xiaowei saw that he never answered, so he stopped asking him and concentrated on driving.

After a while, He Bangwei suddenly said, "Stop." ”

"What's wrong?" Han Xiaowei was puzzled.

"Get off the road and go into the grass to bypass, someone intercepts in the distance." He Bangwei's eyesight is better than that of ordinary people, and he can already see the barricades and interceptors in front of him when he squints.

Although I don't know if I intercepted myself, it's better to be careful in this state now.

"Huh? This is a plateau. There is not enough gasoline either. What should I do if I run out of gas halfway through the drive? Han Xiaowei was a little anxious.

"Let's go." He Bangwei's face was a little pale, but he insisted.

Han Xiaowei felt that the root of his tooth hurt a little, what was wrong with him?

I met a girl who thought it was true love, but was deceived; I met a friend who thought he could talk and laugh with the living Buddha, but what was the result? Is this to abscond??

Resigned to restarting the car, the off-road vehicle got off the road and made a detour from the grass.

When some Tibetans saw this, they quickly rushed to the roadblock and told them about the strange movement of the off-road vehicle, and they also saw the roadblock, and as soon as they saw the car entering the grass, they immediately felt that their compatriots were intercepting them.

Han Xiaowei drove the off-road longitudinal meeting, and the plateau grassland here was rugged and very bumpy.

But he turned it on with a strange special feeling, and after a while, the relaxed expression on his face returned.

Seeing that He Bangwei in the passenger seat was still pale and serious, Han Xiaowei smiled: "Don't be bitter, are you quarreling with the Living Buddha?" It's a big deal not to come here in the future. Hi, laugh one. ”

"Let's go, the most important thing is to be hi sen." He teased in Cantonese.

The most important thing is to be happy.

This is Han Xiaowei's motto, and he has been trying to do it. (To be continued.) )