"Master, what kind of technique are you practicing?"
Amidst the Sanskrit sounds that the monks were chanting for salvation, Zhang Xuezhou could only see the Buddha's hands grabbing at each other like butterflies.
Whenever a corpse is burned, Buddha will continue to repeat this scratching action, and then take a deep breath of air like an addict, seemingly extremely satisfied.
Zhang Xuezhou squatted in the temple. In just one hour, he had seen the Buddha do this three times.
Thinking of the salvation practice mentioned by Najima, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but become interested and wanted to gain more experience.
"My Taoist technique has a nickname, it's called King Ming's Fury." Buddha didn't hide it, and directly replied: "This is to condense the resentment left in the body of the deceased, and it has unpredictable effects on ghosts and gods!"
"Can the breath of the dead be collected and used for cultivation?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in surprise.
"This is a very common cultivation method in our religion," Buddha said, "Don't you have this kind of cultivation method here?"
"I heard that some big shots here practice by collecting the yin energy from the mountains," Zhang Xuezhou said. "They live in caves and meditate every day, but ordinary people like us can't collect the yin energy for practice."
"The Yin Qi in the underground cave is condensed after the death of all things in the world. It is similar to the grievances collected by us to save the dead." Buddha said: "If there is such a treasure land, we don't need to go around collecting corpses. It’s transcended.”
"Can't you find such treasures over there?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"There are only three or five places in the world that are full of spiritual wisdom. There are extraordinary beings everywhere. It is difficult for us to stay there, so naturally it is difficult to find them." Buddha nodded.
"So rare!"
Zhang Xuezhou sighed with emotion, and for a moment he understood why the sages of the Holy Land had to fight to get to the top.
"However, the treasure land has its wonders. It is also good for us to travel around the world." The Buddha said: "Traveling can enrich our knowledge and knowledge, and it will not let our cultivation ability be limited to fantasy."
The Buddha looked into the distance and chanted in a low voice.
Faintly, there was a slight vibration on the ground, and there was a faint hissing sound.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at the sky and saw a falcon soaring in the sky, keeping his attention hovering.
"Best regards, Master!"
Zhang Xuezhou cheered.
It was daytime now. If it weren't for the eighteen dragon-subduing stakes mentioned by Buddha, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would have run out long ago. As long as he found a horse, it would be easier for him to run farther away.
Without even thinking about it, he knew very clearly that those who were tracking down Wuchao's whereabouts must be the guards belonging to the royal family of the Fierce Kingdom, and there were even some experts leading the team.
Looking at Fuzi's gentle yet solemn face, Zhang Xuezhou took a step back and lowered his head.
He hoped that Buddha's strength would be stronger than his mouth, so that he would not suffer the consequences instead of failing in revenge.
Buddha and he were the first to feel something strange. After a few seconds passed and the sound of horse hooves hit their ears, the other three monks came to their senses.
Three monks put down the scriptures they were muttering, one monk took out his sword, another monk picked up the demon-conquering pestle placed in the corner, and another monk took off the bell tied around his waist.
Looking at the dozen or so cavalrymen rushing towards them from a distance, the three monks did not show fear in their eyes, but rather showed a bit of eagerness to try.
"That young gentleman, your sword has no eyes. Do you want to use Long Tanpo's sharp weapon to defend yourself?"
The middle-aged monk Najima tugged at the pile of looted property, and then pulled out a black iron chain.
"I don't know how to use chains!"
Although Zhang Xuezhou said this, he still took the chain handed over by Najima, which at least made him look less unusual.
As a temporary member who surrendered to the organization last night, he was obviously going to be used to capture the young man.
"What are you good at?" Najma asked.
"I'm good at commanding flying bugs!"
After thinking for a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou responded.
He seems to have a lot of abilities, but Zhang Xuezhou doesn't have many abilities that he can use, and his ability for direct confrontation is even more limited.
"What about your bugs?" Najma asked.
"All dead!"
Zhang Xuezhou responded, and Najima felt that it was bad luck. He recited several lines of the Purana in a low voice to get over Zhang Xuezhou's bad luck.
But he obviously had no interest in asking a cultivator who had lost his ability in a foreign language what he could do.
But the old monk took over.
"Long Tanpo's ghost chain can lock the lonely ghosts in the world, and it can also lock people. Now his soul has returned to the Western Paradise. This magic weapon has no owner. As long as you use your magic power to spread across the ghost chain, you can command this magic weapon!"
The old monk explained the use of the black iron chain in Zhang Xuezhou's hand in a very simple way, and also mentioned the temporary driving method, which made Zhang Xuezhou nod immediately.
"It's a pity that Long Tan Po didn't use the Buddha's golden body to protect her last night, so she ended up like this!"
"His body is a little weak. He used the gold given by the Buddha to bear the hardships behind him."
"Bhadra, be careful and don't be reluctant to use the Buddha to grant a golden body!"
"Buddha came here to build a temple on the order of the leader to find opportunities. His opportunity may very well lie in the hands of these wealthy people who lead the group!"
…
Najima whispered to another monk.
Perhaps because her mouth hasn't turned around yet, the language used by Najima to communicate with her companions is the Dayuezhi language, which is relatively similar to the language of the Fierce Country.
This gave Zhang Xuezhou a general idea and a little understanding of why these monks did not run away, but instead arranged a formation in the temple.
He originally thought that Fozi was seeking revenge for Long Tanpo, but Fozi apparently had a more important reason.
"Opportunity?"
In the distance, the charging horses kept approaching, and the figure of the eldest prince Yu Shanzongma leading the team came into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.
"Could it be that the people from the evil country have some good treasures that are worth waiting for these monks to wait for?"
When Buddha opened his mouth, he mentioned that there were eighteen dragon-subduing stakes in the temple and there were magic weapons held by the monks. These monks not only had a certain amount of military power, but also had considerable wealth.
For these people to recognize opportunity, it obviously must have greater benefits.
Zhang Xuezhou originally wanted to blend in with the monks and leave secretly when the danger was over, but now he was more interested and no longer wanted to leave.
Not to mention trying to seize the treasure, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was not a loss as long as he had some experience.
He wasn't too impatient at this time.
Zhang Xuezhou wants to find Wu Chao, and Wu Chao must also want to find Zhang Xuezhou, and there is even an indispensable need for Jinchang's existence among them.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that Jinchang should be more concerned about him and would most likely find him back.
If he couldn't ride his horse to find Wuchao, Zhang Xuezhou thought it would be okay to stay in the temple for a while. After all, he couldn't leave now even if he wanted to.
"They are the evil monks from the Western Region who came to the Great Yueshi to preach. At this time, we are still at war with the Great Yuezhi. These evil monks must have malicious intentions when they come here, shoot!"
In the distance, still a hundred meters away, Yu Dan saw the temple with the wooden gate open, and looked at the monks in the temple, and immediately gave the order.
"What did he say?"
Fozi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the cavalrymen in the distance who started to draw their bows and shoot from a distance if they disagreed. He quickly closed the temple door and then asked Zhang Xuezhou behind.
"I hate the language of the people from the evil country. They have something in their mouths and can't even hear what they say," Najima whispered.
"This young man speaks much more clearly than the big man last night. At least we can understand it after thinking about it," Bhadra replied in a low voice.
"It's the same language, so why can we understand what the young man speaks, but it's hard to understand what those people say?"
…
After being repeatedly denounced by foreign monks, Zhang Xuezhou realized the difference between the language of the Holy Land and the language of the evil country.
It seems to him that it is the same language, but foreigners obviously do not think so.
For them, Yu Dan's unclear enunciation of words when he spoke was too difficult to distinguish.
Compared with the cadence of each word in the holy language, the Chinese language likes to spit out long strings and continuous reading.
This is just like Zhang Xuezhou must put punctuation marks when he writes a book, but people from the Ji country never use punctuation marks when they speak, and all the words in their mouths will be spoken in one go.
If you are not accustomed to this language, it will inevitably lead to problems that are stubborn and difficult to understand.
"What he said is that you are evil monks who came to preach from the Western Regions, and he wants to kill you directly," Zhang Xuezhou translated.
"So that's what he said. It's OK to insult me, but you'll be damned if you falsely accuse Western religions like me of being a cult!"
After listening to Zhang Xuezhou's translation, Buddha's face trembled.
He spoke coldly, watching the sharp arrow shoot into the air, biting his lip with his teeth, and then made a sound of "bang" "ah~".
The two sounds of arrows hitting the body and screams quickly appeared in Fozi's mouth.
Then there was the sound of falling to the ground again.
Following the Buddha's gesture, Najima, Bhadra, and the old monk who had previously taught Zhang Xuezhou how to use the ghost chain fell to the ground.
When Zhang Xuezhou saw this, he quickly fell to the ground.
"It's a fake ventriloquist!"
False spells do not require the use of mana and do not have the power of spells, but the reasonable use of a false spell can undoubtedly bring benefits.
At least at this moment, cheers came from the cavalry regiment outside the temple gate.
(End of chapter)
