Nepal, the homeland of the Buddha. Please search ()! The Fastest Updated Novel If your mind needs to be cleansed, you must go to Nepal.

The birthplace of the Buddha is in Nepal, but interestingly, most of the people in this recognized homeland of the Buddha are Hindu.

Ninety percent of the population is Hinduism and eight percent are Buddhists.

In fact, most people believe in both Hinduism and Buddhism, so much so that Nepal has 22 million gods, more than the population of the country.

However, Nepal is famous not only for its religion, but also for Nepalese sabres, as well as Nepalese mercenaries.

For ordinary people, coming to Nepal cleanses the soul because it is full of temples and deities everywhere.

But for some, the best sabers can be found here, as well as the best mercenaries.

Religion forms a tradition here, the saber forms a inheritance here, and the mercenaries also form a inheritance here.

When Long Xiaoqi set foot on the hometown of the Buddha with a bag on his back, he could clearly feel the baptism from the special atmosphere of religion.

He folded his hands and greeted people he didn't know, and he walked into the temple to worship the Buddha statue, extremely religious.

"You are truly a devout believer."

A monk praised Long Xiaoqi who swept the tower.

That's right, Long Xiaoqi swept the tower for the temple, which is the most pious performance.

"No, I'm not a believer, I don't believe in Buddha, I don't believe in any gods, I just have respect."

Long Xiaoqi shook his head and said: "Sweeping the tower is just because I used to have a TV series, and that TV series has accompanied me for many years, and I have always wanted to try to sweep the tower." In the homeland of the Buddha, ordinary people must have respect. ”

Long Xiaoqi never believed in gods, he was an atheist who grew up under the red flag of New China.

His belief is the party, the motherland, and the people, but there is no conflict between faith and respect.

This time he came to Nepal secretly, and he asked Liao Shaoying to approve his leave, and he got a month's vacation, and he didn't even bring Han Hu.

He won't take Han Hu with him, because he came here to play with his life, whether he lived or died, he didn't know.

As for the end of the Erna assault, it ended with the Chinese team taking the first place.

When everyone else was on the podium, he had disappeared without a trace.

There was not much time to delay, and he had to rush to Kathmandu as soon as possible.

Long Da is here, and Xiao Ge is also here, so it's not hard to find.

The Thorn Bird tells him that Longda is located in a mountain village on the outskirts of Kathmandu, an obscure mountain village that produces the best mercenaries every year.

Long Xiaoqi didn't know how many friends the eldest brother has, but he knew that this mountain village temporarily sheltered Long Da and the little brother.

It's just that he can't shelter for too long, and he has to bring the eldest brother and the younger brother back in the shortest possible time.

Learning Tang monks to sweep the tower in the temple can be regarded as a kind of purification of the soul.

Who knows what kind of battle will come next, maybe both hands are dripping blood.

It's not faith, it's just respect, and tell the gods in advance: Maybe I'm going to kill you on your territory.

The village is far away, Long Xiaoqi took a van to the suburbs and then went into the mountains and forests according to what the guide said.

This is the small mountain village he is looking for, and it is said that the people in this small mountain village have little contact with the outside world, and many people do not know about it.

But those who know this mountain village know how fierce the people in the village really are, all the children start to learn to forge Nepalese scimitars at the age of five, and at the age of twelve, they have to hunt a large beast with their own scimitars, so as to declare themselves adults.

The knife is their soul, and the hunter is their honor.

When they become hunters with knives, they become adults, and then wait to leave the mountain villages and go to distant lands to fight with knives.

The name of the village is "Knife"

, the purest Gurkhas.

Regardless of gender, young and old, all of them are excellent warriors.

"Woo-"

A violent sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, and it was a shining Nepalese scimitar, or a Gurkha saber.

Curved and heavy, it spun towards Long Xiaoqi, who was close to the village.

This is not polite treatment, it is full of aggression.

If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be slashed to death by this spinning and flying saber.

Long Xiaoqi, who was attacked, immediately pulled out his saber to meet it, and slammed the spinning Nepalese saber with the blade.

"Khooth!"

A powerful force attacked, and the saber in Long Xiaoqi's hand was forced to make a gap by the Nepalese scimitar, and the tiger's mouth holding the knife was numb for a while, and he almost dropped the saber.

At the same time, the spinning scimitar did not stop, but continued to spin and cut towards his neck.

Long Xiaoqi was startled, and immediately lay back to avoid the spinning scimitar.

At the moment when he avoided it, he clearly grazed the Nepalese scimitar against his cheek, and even cut his hair and fell on his forehead.

The opponent's knife technique is so subtle that it can make such a thick Nepalese scimitar so flexible, giving people an unbelievable feeling.

"Bang!"

The spinning Nepalese scimitar slashed into the trunk of the tree behind him, almost half of the blade embedded in it.

The muzzles of several black hole holes poked out from all directions and pointed at Long Xiaoqi's head.

"Surrender!"

Long Xiaoqi didn't say a word, and immediately raised his hands to show surrender.

If you can't beat it, you have to admit it, this is his purpose Long Xiaoqi.

He was sure that if he fought with the other party, he would definitely die a miserable death.

What's more, I didn't come here to be their enemy, but to find the eldest brother and the younger brother.

A half-old child came out of the woods, ran to the back under Long Xiaoqi's gaze, jumped up, and pulled out the scimitar embedded in the trunk.

The technique was crisp and neat, as if he often did this kind of thing, Xiao Qi's eyes widened, and he was stunned.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! ――”

The half-grown child made a few knife flowers with the scimitar in his hand as if he were ostentatious, and then inserted it with lightning precision. into the scabbard around his waist.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and pinched his face, and made a grimace at Long Xiaoqi, which was extremely cute.

But Long Xiaoqi was shocked, the scimitar that almost killed himself just now was thrown by this half-grown child, that kind of power, that kind of powerful explosion...... How is that possible?

This, this, this...... It was indeed the scimitar thrown by this half-grown child, and nothing could be impossible.

Here are the Gurkhas, and anyone in the Gurkha is the best warrior.

Whether it is an old man or a child, they all play with knives.

"Here we are."

A slightly unfamiliar voice sounded.

The little brother slowly walked out of the mountain forest, and waved his hand to signal the Gurkha warriors to put down their guns.

Long Xiaoqi found the right party, what the thorn bird said was not wrong at all, the eldest brother and the little brother are here.

It's definitely the safest place, and maybe it's a headache for God to come to such a place.

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