fifth form

Chapter 295
Whether to choose to play the corpse or the monk, Wu Chao felt that it was a good choice.

He drove away the exhausted demon horse, and then led Zhang Xuezhou to keep approaching the temple.

"Master, I want to become a monk!"

When the distance was only more than ten meters, Wu Chao shouted loudly when he saw the monks easily lifting the corpse and putting hundreds of kilograms of heavy wood into the campfire from time to time.

"Are you really a monk?"

Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

If there is no urgency, Wu Chao will never do such a thing as becoming a monk.

Zhang Xuezhou looked behind.

As a person who is bound to fall asleep, he doesn't care about the situation at night, and Jinchang can't do anything right now. Even if Jinchang recovers his body by relying on big medicine, Jinchang only has the strength to make a move for a short time.

Wuchao needs to be fully responsible for the team at night.

Obviously, Wuchao couldn't cope with the troubles, so he was going to completely blend in with the monks.

Compared to confrontation and fighting, it is the best choice to deceive the pursuers to avoid endless pursuit.

He approached the temple with a loud cry, and asked all the monks to stop chanting sutras and their work to watch the two approaching young men.

"What does it mean to leave home?"

After a while, a handsome young monk with a fair complexion and a thin body couldn't help asking in a strange tone.

The language used by the other party is similar to the language of the Holy Land, but there are different syllables in the pronunciation, which seems to be a bit foreign.

"To the Buddha, it should mean to run 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?"

Wu Chao was stunned.

The languages ​​of Da Yuezhi and Jiguo are similar, and there are only some differences.

These monks couldn't understand human language, so they were obviously a group of foreign monks.

Wu Chao glanced over the many piles of corpses, and also the money and other things looted from the center of the many fires. He faintly noticed something.

"Master, are you accepting people?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Collect, as long as there is money, we can help collect it." Fozi said happily: "How many of you want to collect?"

"It's not free, they have to charge money." Zhang Xuezhou pointed to 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 monks."

"Buddha said that he can help collect dead bodies. What do you mean by being a monk?"

The burly middle-aged monk's language level is slightly higher. Hearing Zhang Xuezhou and Wu Chao's discussion, he couldn't help interrupting and explaining again.

"To become a monk, to become a monk is to be a monk," Wu Chao scratched his head.

"We want to join your organization," Zhang Xuezhou echoed.

"Yes, that's what it means." Wu Chao nodded and said, "We want to be like you."

"Ridiculous, how could you be like us?" The middle-aged monk said dissatisfiedly, "What are our identities, and what are your identities?"

"Forget it, forget it, everyone who sees has a share, let's share a little bit when you go out." Buddha waved his hand and said: "After all, there are more people and strength, and it is more convenient for two more people to help with the body search."

"Yes, Buddha!"

The middle-aged monk responded respectfully, then 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 the horses neighing a few times outside the temple.

"There are still six carts outside, finish the work early, and we will give you a share of the money," said the middle-aged monk.

"We are here to become monks," Wu Chao 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 muffled voice, "You help with the work first, and you will be guaranteed a share of the money after the work is done. We Buddhists never lie, and we speak well of!"

"exactly!"

The Buddha clasped his hands together and recited the scriptures, then quickly put his hand into a corpse, and shook his head only after the scraping failed.

"My Buddha only saves those who are predestined, you are not worthy of my chanting sutras!"

He patted his empty hands, and the middle-aged monk immediately grabbed the corpse and threw it into the red fire.

In the flames, the sound of crackling was added, and the flames became brighter.

The stench of burning flesh and hair wafted towards his face, and Wu Chao wanted to hit his head for a while, feeling that he had touched a group of monks of a different kind, but he had to endure it when he thought about the pursuers behind him.

No matter how different they are, this group of monks has impressive strength.

Especially the Buddha's son called by the middle-aged monk. The other party's body is thin, but Wu Chao can feel the terrifying blood in the other party's body.

He has been hanging out in the camp of sorcerers for a long time, but there are many people in the royal family of the fierce country who are good at demon power and blood martial arts, and there are several big demons with strong blood in the Holy Land of Xie Luosichuan, and Wu Chao has a lot of experience.

But Wu Chao had to say that he did feel a more compelling force of Qi and blood from the Buddha.

Buddha's blood might not be as powerful as Fei Yu and other big monsters, but it was undoubtedly like a very sharp blade.

This kind of martial artist has a high probability of having the ability to kill quickly.

If there is no precaution, just one carelessness, Wu Chao feels that he will be killed by the opponent with one blow.

He pursed his lips, only to feel that when he walked out of the territory of the fierce country, he would always see all kinds of strong people after stepping out of the country.

There are old people, middle-aged people, and young people.

But no matter what age of practitioners he meets, Wu Chao feels that there are very few people of his age who are better than him.

And right now, if this Buddhist disciple didn't use special medicine to prolong his life or maintain his youthful state, the other party would undoubtedly surpass Wu Chao by a lot.

"Buddha, do we have uniform clothes in our organization?"

While Wu Chao was expanding his knowledge, Zhang Xuezhou on the side was asking for monk clothes.

This made the Buddha ponder for a few seconds, and then he called out to the middle-aged monk, 'Go get two sets of monk clothes'.

"The clothes on your body 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 can't be worn," Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

"So that's how it is." The Buddha nodded and said, "You really have a predestined relationship with my Buddha!"

He stared at the gorgeous costumes of Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou with interest, guessing the identity of the owner who wore these two sets of costumes during his lifetime.

"It's too miserable to throw corpses outside during the war. Please take me to the place where the two corpses are, so that I can save the corpses and save them from suffering as lonely ghosts." Buddha thought for a few seconds before saying.

"It's easy to talk about," Zhang Xuezhou nodded in response.

"Yes, easy to say!"

Wu Chao realized it later, and responded again and again.

I haven't completed the steps of becoming a monk, but it is not difficult to change the monk's clothes and shave off the hair on my head.

As long as the monks have no objections, everything can be easily resolved.

As for tomorrow's matter, we will talk about it tomorrow. To spend the current night, getting rid of the pursuers is their current business.

(End of this chapter)