Whether to choose to play the role of a corpse or a monk, Wu Chao felt that it was an easy choice.
He drove the exhausted demon horse away, and then led Zhang Xuezhou closer to the temple.
"Master, I want to become a monk!"
When they were only ten meters away, Wuchao shouted when he saw the monks lifting the body easily and placing hundreds of kilograms of heavy wood into the bonfire from time to time.
"Are you really a monk?"
Zhang Xuezhou asked lowly.
Without some urgency, Wuchao would never have become a monk.
Zhang Xuezhou looked behind him.
As a person who must fall asleep, he didn't care about the situation at night, and Jinchang couldn't do anything at the moment. Even if Jinchang relied on big medicine to recover his body, Jinchang would only have the strength to take action for a short time.
Wuchao needs to be fully responsible for the team at night.
It was obvious that Wuchao was having trouble dealing with the trouble and was ready to completely blend into the group of monks.
Compared with confrontational fighting, deceiving the pursuers to avoid endless pursuit is the best option.
He approached the temple with a loud shout, and asked the monks to stop chanting sutras and what they were doing to look at the two young men who were approaching.
"What does it mean to be a monk?"
After a while, a young monk with fair complexion, handsome face and thin body couldn't help but asked in a weird accent.
The language used by the other party is similar to the language of the Holy Land, but the pronunciation is different, making it seem to have a foreign accent.
"Buddha, it probably means running away from home!"
A burly middle-aged monk thought for two seconds before responding in a more normal tone.
"Young man, you have grown up. You can make your own decisions about becoming a monk. You don't need to ask us!" Buddha said.
"Everyone?"
Wuchao was stunned.
The languages of Dayuezhi and Jiguo are similar, with only some differences.
These monks could not understand human language and were obviously a group of foreign monks.
Wu Chao glanced at the numerous corpses gathered in piles, and also focused on the money and other items found in the center of the many fires. He vaguely noticed something.
"Master, are you accepting people?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"Collect it, as long as you have money, we can help collect it." Fozi said happily: "How many of you want to collect it?"
"It's not free, they have to pay," Zhang Xuezhou pointed at the monks and said.
"Is it so troublesome to be a monk these days?" Wu Chao complained: "I remember that monks used to beg others to believe in Buddhism and become a monk."
"Buddha said that he can help collect the bodies of dead people. What do you mean by becoming a monk?"
The burly middle-aged monk's language skills were slightly higher. Hearing the discussion between Zhang Xuezhou and Wu Chao, he couldn't help but interrupt and explain.
"Being a monk means becoming a monk," Wuchao said, scratching his head.
"We want to join your organization" Zhang Xuezhou agreed.
"Yes, that's what it means." Wuchao nodded: "We want to be like you."
"Absurd, how can you be the same as us?" the middle-aged monk said dissatisfied: "What are our identities, and what are your identities."
"Forget it, forget it, everyone who sees you has a share, just share it when you go out." Fozi waved his hand and said: "After all, more people are more powerful, and it will be more convenient to have two more people to help search."
"Yes, Buddha!"
The middle-aged monk responded respectfully, shrugged and pointed to the many corpses lying in the temple.
In addition to the corpses piled up in the small temple, he also pointed to several horses neighing lowly outside the temple.
"There are six cars outside. Finish the work early and we will share the money with you," the middle-aged monk said.
"We are here to become monks," Wuchao said in astonishment.
"I know you want to become a monk, and then you want to join our organization." The middle-aged monk said in a dull voice: "You help with the work first, and I guarantee you a share of the money after you finish the work. We Buddhist disciples never lie, and we always speak our truth. of!"
"exactly!"
Buddha clasped his hands together and recited a sutra, and then quickly reached into a corpse. After scraping it with no results, he shook his head.
"My Buddha only saves those who are destined to be saved. You are not worthy of me chanting sutras and saving you!"
He clapped his empty hands, and the middle-aged monk immediately grabbed the body and threw it into the red fire.
In the flames, the crackling sound increased, and the flames became a little brighter.
The smell of burning flesh, hair, and other corpses came towards him. Wuchao wanted to hit his head for a moment, feeling that he had come into contact with a group of alien monks, but considering the pursuers behind him, he had no choice but to endure it.
No matter how strange they are, these monks still have considerable strength.
Especially the Buddha whom the middle-aged monk called him, his body was thin, but Wu Chao could feel the terrifying energy and blood in his body.
Wu Chao has been in the magician camp for a long time, but there are many people from the royal family of the Evil Kingdom who are good at demon power and qi and blood martial arts, and there are several great demons with strong qi and blood in the Evil Luo Chuan Holy Land. Wu Chao has a lot of experience.
But Wu Chao must say that he did feel a more powerful energy and blood power from Fozi.
Fuzi's Qi and blood may not be as sharp and powerful as those of Feiyu and other great demons, but they are undoubtedly like a sharp blade.
This type of martial arts practitioner is likely to have the ability to kill quickly.
Without precautions, Wu Chao felt that he would be killed by the opponent with just one mistake.
He pursed his lips and felt that when he stepped out of the territory of the Fierce Country, he could always see all kinds of powerful people.
There are old people, middle-aged people, and young people.
But no matter what age cultivator he met, Wu Chao felt that there were very few people of his age who could beat him.
At the moment, if this Buddhist disciple did not use special medicine to extend his life or maintain his youthful state, the other party would undoubtedly be far beyond Wuchao.
"Buddha, does our organization have uniform clothes?"
While Wu Chao was expanding his knowledge, Zhang Xuezhou on the side was asking for monk clothing.
This made the Buddha think for a few seconds, and then he called out to the middle-aged monk, "Go get two sets of monk's robes."
"The clothes you are wearing are of extraordinary quality, why do you need to change them?" Fozi asked with a frown.
"These are clothes worn by dead people, no matter how beautiful they are, they cannot be worn," Zhang Xuezhou shouted.
"That's it." Buddha nodded and said, "You are indeed destined to be my Buddha!"
He looked at the gorgeous costumes on Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou with interest, guessing the identities of the owners who wore these two costumes during their lifetimes.
"It's too tragic to leave corpses outside during the war. Please take me to where the two corpses are tomorrow so that we can save them and prevent them from becoming lonely ghosts and suffering," Fuzi thought for a few seconds before saying.
"It's easy to talk about," Zhang Xuezhou nodded in agreement.
"Yes, easy to say!"
Wuchao reacted belatedly and responded again and again.
I have not completed the steps of becoming a monk, but it is not difficult to change into monk clothes and shave off the hair on my head.
As long as the monk has no objection, everything can be easily solved.
As for tomorrow's matters, they will talk about it tomorrow. Spending the current night and getting rid of the pursuing soldiers is their current business.
