In the East Sunshine Hall, the sunlight by the window spilled in, and a little dust loomed in the air, ups and downs.

His Holiness Sakya pointed at Ho Bang Wei's forehead, smiling as if he had been in the past, and his mind was focused.

He wanted to ignite the little friend in his eyes who suffered from the "faintness of the fetus and the mystery of the yin", and his spirit went straight to He Bangwei Zhihai like a tide.

The Dharma King of the world, the living Buddha of the present world, can be empowered by his own strength, and there are only a few people in this world.

He said before that the transcendent and rare thing is called special, and the implication is that He Bangwei is a special person, but why not himself?

Whether it is his identity as one of the leaders of the Tibetan religion, or the ability he has shown at this time in what he calls the "age of the end of the Dharma", he deserves to be a transcendent and rare person.

The last legal person of the end of the Dharma era, the Sakya monk of Tantric Buddhism.

It's just that he met He Bangwei.

Sanskrit whispers echoed in Ho Bangwei's mind, as if to reveal something to him, and at this moment, the mysterious mind came to him, and Ho Bangwei already knew what His Holiness Sakya was going to do.

In Tibetan Tantra, there are often reincarnated practitioners, and His Holiness is one of them, and now he thinks that why Bang Wei is the jewel that has not been enlightened, and for some reason, he directly gave his own secret empowerment in the East Sun Light Temple.

The curse in his mind was stirred by the secret method, and the spirit exploded, seizing this opportunity to try to eliminate the conscious body.

The hall was silent, and there was not the slightest sound coming out, but He Bangwei's mind was agitated, his consciousness body was spinning faster, the curse was multiplied in the Sanskrit secret method, and the feeling of tearing his soul was far greater than before, and it was the most serious thing he had encountered when he came to this world.

His Holiness Sakya gave full empowerment, but he only felt that the faintness of the womb and the mystery of the separation from the yin in the sea of the other party's consciousness were particularly serious, and he sighed silently in his heart, strange that he had to know his true face.

Close your eyes slowly. With a smile on his face, His Holiness flushed his face, pointed his right index finger on He Bangwei's forehead, and left hand with five fingers, which is the secret mudra, which refers to the heavens, sounds, Yuanjue, bodhisattvas, and Buddhas.

The tongue is lightly opened. The mellow voice exploded, echoing in the East Sunshine Temple:

Nan no Bhagava Emperor Killing Society!

This is the Sanskrit word for "return, world-honored", and it is the mantra of the medicine master's empowerment, which is said to be a compulsory method for the end of the Dharma, and is drunk by His Holiness himself at this moment.

He Bangwei smiled bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't, he thought it was just like this, but he didn't expect this Sakya Dharma King to add another layer of strength. The tide of the secret method is entangled with the curse, and it should not be provoked to protect itself, for fear it will not be good.

Since coming to this world, from a simple run to regulate the body, to an accident in Yanjing, to the experience of billions of trillions of scenery from the stone, and even later the use of fitness to connect the conscious body, the recovered achievements are all unfolded at this moment.

The vague and incomplete outline of the sword heart sounded, and in an instant, the gloomy curse and the Sanskrit secret method paused for a moment, and He Bangwei's body leaned back. His Majesty's index finger was no longer attached to his forehead, and the Sanskrit secret method faded from the sea of knowledge. But his whole body was still twitching under the curse.

At the moment when the sword heart sounded, His Holiness Sakya felt as if he had been hit hard, his eyes were dark, his spirit was shaken, his internal organs seemed to be shaken, and his mouth was nauseous and wanted to vomit, but it shook the foundation.

Ho Bangwei's Kenshin was his greatest achievement in the previous world. Although he was barely using it at this time, it made the Dharma King who had fully empowered him feel like colliding with a hard and polished reef at high speed, which was self-inflicted.

The door of the East Sunshine Hall was suddenly opened, and the two red-robed apprentices of the Dharma King at the door couldn't help but push the door with concern when they heard the master shouting Sanskrit just now. I was seeing the scene when He Bangwei broke away from His Majesty's index finger.

His Holiness Sakya's body was shaking at this moment, his face was pale, and there were traces of blood slowly leaching out of his ears, and his shape was terrifying.

The fourth apprentice Dorjee was shocked and angry, rushed in, grabbed He Bangwei with one hand, and the eldest apprentice Tashi hurriedly ran to the master's side to help him sit down.

His Holiness Sakya struggled to whisper a "retreat" to Tashi and immediately closed his eyes, and Tashi hurriedly helped him up and turned to the inner chamber, ignoring Dorjee and Ho Bangwei in the temple.

Dorjee was furious and wanted to capture He Bangwei, so he shot ruthlessly.

He Bangwei was in the midst of a curse at this time, his whole body was weak and weak, and when he saw Dorjee attacking, he barely blocked it with his arm, but he stumbled under his feet.

The curse was inspired, it was more ferocious than ever, and he didn't want to be captured in this place and in this place.

He Bangwei reluctantly put his hand on his waist, pulled out an object, and shook his wrist.

The red-robed Duoji saw a black shadow coming towards him, with a snap, a red mark on his head, and he was a little dizzy, and he shook again and again.

He Bangwei stopped his figure, took a deep breath, used more force, grabbed the door, and threw it again, and the long black shadow stumbled Dorjee's right leg and pulled him down.

At this time, it was clear that this was actually a long whip, which was surrounded by He Bangwei's waist.

Stumbling slightly, he quickly descended the stairs of the East Nikko Temple.

He's going to get out of here first and wait until he's recovered.

Some monks in the Potala Palace who passed by the East Sunshine Hall were surprised to see this obviously Han dressed tourist coming down from the hall, which was a place where only senior monks could enter, and it was usually strictly forbidden for others to enter.

Continuing to move forward, the curse did not weaken at all, but fortunately, there were also tourists in the Potala Palace, and He Bangwei was no longer conspicuous when he walked here.

After taking a breath a little, he went out from the gate, and he saw that in the square not far away, Han Xiaowei was happily chatting with a few people on the side of the off-road vehicle, waving with one hand, and was very happy.

Seeing He Bangwei coming, Han Xiaowei raised his eyebrows and said to a few people around him: "See, this is my brother, a person who can talk and laugh with the living Buddha." "This will not be seen, He Bangwei has been upgraded from a friend to a brother.

Ignoring the way he tried to introduce himself to the few people next to him, He Bangwei took out the car key and opened the door, got into the co-pilot, and gave the key to Han Xiaowei, who was still curious, and said, "You drive, let's go." The voice was unequivocal.

Han Xiaowei was a little puzzled, sat in the driver's seat, inserted the key, started off-road, added the accelerator, and waved his hand to the few people who were chatting together just now through the window: "Hey, there's something, go first, let's talk back." ”

The off-road vehicle drove out of Potala Square in a puff of smoke, and Han Xiaowei wondered: "What's the matter?" What happened to you assassinating the Living Buddha? What's in your hand? Whips? ”

In a sense, what he said was quite a word, although it was not He Bangwei's initiative, nor was it what he was willing to do.

Ignoring him, He Bangwei closed his eyes and immersed himself in his spiritual world, the traces of this Sanskrit secret method had disappeared, but the gloomy curse was like taking a tonic, and the ferocity of momentum was far greater than that of its heyday. (To be continued.) )

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