"Wow, don't ask for Bilibili for eggs, don't ask for Savoyeri for eggs..."
After practicing Kunpeng Fighting, Zhang Xuezhou felt dizzy and fell asleep directly in the training room.
When he woke up, he was lying under a wooden bed in a wing of a wooden temple.
For Zhang Xuezhou, he has slept in many places in the past two years, and it is not unusual for him to be stuffed under the bed.
After rolling his body several times, Zhang Xuezhou got out of this relatively short wooden bed.
Outside the wing, the monks recited strange tones, with voices ranging from high-pitched to sad, courageous, and relieved.
Various emotions were mixed into the recitation, which was completely different from the chanting last night when the monks burned the corpse.
Zhang Xuezhou patted the dust on the monk's clothes and pushed open the door of the wing, and then he was greeted by four glances.
"Good morning everyone!"
Looking at the four pairs of eyes mixed with inexplicable emotions, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He looked around and stretched out his hand to say hello.
"Are you still in the room? What are your backgrounds?"
After paying attention to Zhang Xuezhou for a few seconds, the Buddha changed the language he was reading and asked Zhang Xuezhou a question.
"What's the background? We..."
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the monk's robe he was wearing, and then looked at the monks.
Buddha's face was solemn, his monk's robes were spotless, and he looked gentle and elegant.
Compared with the Buddha he saw with the light of the bonfire last night, what he saw during the day was obviously clearer. Zhang Xuezhou felt that the Buddha's movements undoubtedly added a little more grace.
But his eyes quickly shifted to the monks.
Compared with the cleanness of Buddha's monk's robe, the other monks' robes were stained with blood, and their bodies had many injuries. The scars of arrows inserted into the body could be seen under the cloth strips wrapped around the injuries.
Zhang Xuezhou glanced across the ground, and he even saw the corpse of a monk burning in the fire.
"Where is my senior brother?"
Zhang Xuezhou felt a chill in his heart, feeling that something big had happened that night when he fell asleep.
"Your senior brother is riding westward!"
Fozi frowned and pointed in the west direction.
"Then I'll go after senior brother!"
Zhang Xuezhou turned around and walked away immediately.
"etc!"
Before Zhang Xuezhou could take two steps, Zhang Xuezhou saw an extremely white palm print coming towards him, and then it was wrapped around him like a rope, preventing Zhang Xuezhou from moving at all.
"Master, please let me go!" Zhang Xuezhou said.
"How can our organization be a place where you can come and leave as you please?" a middle-aged monk said.
"The shooting of Long Tanpo must have been caused by you," another old monk angrily said, "Who are you from?"
"Last night, two elite soldiers riding demon horses came to arrest people. These people are of extraordinary strength and all they carry are heavy bows." Buddha said, "We entered the Great Yuezhi Kingdom only for salvation. So far, we have never offended anyone. It is impossible to trigger a pursuit and killing by such a team of elite soldiers!"
"We have just learned skills and come down from the mountain. We have not offended anyone. There is absolutely no chance that we will cause any pursuit." Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.
"Donor, you are not sincere in what you say!"
Fozi pointed to his chest, and then pointed to Zhang Xuezhou.
"Master, I am very sincere." Zhang Xuezhou patted his chest and said, "My senior brothers all call me honest and reliable young man."
There is no pressure from the realm, and there is no feeling of prying eyes. Zhang Xuezhou speaks with confidence at this time.
He slapped his chest hard as a guarantee, and Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly.
When Fozi opened his eyes again, a chilly feeling arose in Zhang Xuezhou's heart.
Sanskrit sounds played in his mind.
Under the Sanskrit sound, Zhang Xuezhou felt that a Buddha statue as big as a hill, which was ten feet tall, was sitting in front of him. When the Buddha pointed at it, Zhang Xuezhou suddenly felt that his sins were serious and he needed to describe all his sins in his mouth.
He couldn't calm down, and when he resisted in his thoughts, he felt a bright moon rising into the sky, and a coolness came to his mind.
The Buddha is still the same Buddha, but Zhang Xuezhou no longer has the feeling of sinfulness in his mind, let alone the possibility of telling the truth.
"You honest and trustworthy young man, please tell me where you are from?" Fozi asked again.
"Didn't I just say that our Yicheng came down the mountain... Well, the truth is that my senior brother and I have no place to go, so we can only wander around the world, looking for some bargains at the border between the Fierce Country and the Great Yueshi Country!"
"That's it?" Fu Zi said blankly.
"They were wearing rich clothes at the time. They must have picked up the body of some important person, which caused such hatred," the middle-aged monk said.
"Why, didn't you pick up the rich ones you saw during your salvation?" Zhang Xuezhou said dissatisfied.
"We in Chaoshu will pick up corpses regardless of whether they are rich or poor. We don't just pick up the corpses of the rich!"
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou pointing at the property that had been collected from the corpse, the middle-aged monk responded in a dull voice.
"That's it, you guys picked it up randomly, maybe you caused some hatred, and caused me to lose contact with my senior brother who depends on each other for life." Zhang Xuezhou shook his head vigorously, and then bit back and said: "You must find my senior brother quickly! "
"It turns out that this is the cause and effect!"
Buddha stretched out his hand and finally withdrew the technique.
He didn't expect that he would get nothing by asking for magic. They collected the corpses and made a fortune while Zhang Xuezhou and others collected the corpses.
If they want to talk about which party caused the trouble, they really can't tell at the moment.
After all, their foreign language proficiency is average, and when faced with a crowd of people babbling, and faced with charges and long-range shots from horseback riders, it is indeed difficult for them to understand clearly the cause and effect in a short period of time.
However, through the torture of Zhang Xuezhou through magic, Fuzi could only maintain the conclusion that picking up each other's corpses caused disaster.
"I don't know where those people are from. Buddha, should we change a place to practice salvation?" the middle-aged monk asked.
"Najima, don't be afraid of difficulties in practice. The more afraid you are, the harder it will be to reach higher heights in practice, and it will be difficult to achieve the status of Buddha in this life," said the Buddha.
"That's what Buddha said!"
The middle-aged monk Najima clasped his hands and stopped trying to dissuade the Buddhist disciples.
"Master, how long has my senior brother been gone?"
Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand and looked towards the west, feeling that it was a little difficult to contact Wuchao after being separated.
In this vast wilderness, without eagles, hounds, or special tracking methods, there is a high probability that anyone riding a horse will not encounter him after ten minutes.
Zhang Xuezhou felt a little cold.
He thought that he needed to escape from the current situation of "running for his life", but he didn't expect that he would escape like this.
"It should have been two to three hours," Fozi replied: "He killed several guards wearing leather armor, squawked again, and then ran away on horseback!"
"Senior brother led away the pursuers for our safety. He really risked his life for justice!"
Zhang Xuezhou sighed.
Of course he knew why Wu Chao wanted to escape.
There are no marks on Zhang Xuezhou and Jinchang that can be used by falcons to locate them. The targets of the royal family of the evil country are almost concentrated on Wuchao. Compared with the risks that they need to face when they escape at night with Zhang Xuezhou, Wuchao's escape alone is more harmful to each other. safer.
His snoring words made Fu Zi stunned. He had no idea how Zhang Xuezhou could clear up the deserter who abandoned the organization last night.
But Buddhists cannot deny this possibility.
After all, after the other senior brother fled for his life, at least half of the chasing cavalry were separated, and even a powerful general was lured away.
If not, more than one monk would have died on the Buddhist side.
He grabbed Zhang Xuezhou who was about to take another step, which immediately caused Zhang Xuezhou's face to be filled with surprise.
"Master, I want to go find my senior brother. Why are you stopping me?" Zhang Xuezhou whispered.
"Our temple has eighteen dragon-subduing stakes arranged. If you go out, you will definitely mess up the arrangement," Fozi said.
"Dragon Subduing Stake? What does it do?"
"That is the Buddhist magic weapon that can subdue evildoers and make them change their minds and repent!"
Fozi spoke gently, but when he turned his eyes towards the burned corpse of the monk, there was a hint of cold murderous intent in his tone.
(End of chapter)
