fifth form

Chapter 305 Western Religion

"Master, what technique do you practice?"

Amidst the monks' Sanskrit tones, Zhang Xuezhou could only see the Buddha scratching his hands like fluttering butterflies.

Whenever a corpse is burned, Buddha will repeat this scratching action, and then take a deep breath of air like addicts, 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 super practice mentioned by Najma, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help being interested, thinking about how to learn more.

"My Taoism has a nickname, it's called King Ming's Fury." The Buddha didn't hide it, and replied directly: "This is to condense the resentment left in the body of the deceased, and it has the effect of ghosts and gods!"

"Can the breath of the dead be collected for cultivation?" Zhang Xuezhou was surprised.

"This is a very common cultivation method I teach." The Buddha said, "Don't you have this kind of cultivation method here?"

"I heard that there are some important people here who cultivate the Yin Qi of the mountains." Zhang Xuezhou said, "It's the kind that lives in a cave and meditates every day, but ordinary people can't cultivate Qi."

"The yin qi in the crypt is condensed after the death of all things in the world. It is similar to the grievance collected by us when we save the dead." The Buddha said: "If there is such a treasure land, we don't need to go around to collect corpses. Exceeded."

"Can't you find this kind of treasure over there?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"There are only three or five places in the world where the world is full of spiritual wisdom, and there are extraordinary people everywhere. It is difficult for me to stay here. Naturally, it is difficult to find." Buddha nodded.

"So rare!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed with emotion, for a moment he understood why the venerables of the Holy Land had to fight to get the position.

"However, the treasure land is as wonderful as the treasure land, and it is good for us to travel around the four directions." The Buddha said: "Traveling can enrich our knowledge and strengthen our knowledge, and it will not let our cultivation ability be confined to fantasy."

The Buddha stared at the distance and recited in a low voice.

Faintly, there was a slight vibration of the ground, and there was a faint hissing sound.

Zhang Xuezhou stared at the sky, and saw a falcon soaring in the sky, maintaining its gaze of hovering.

"Greetings, Master!"

Zhang Xuezhou cheered.

It's daytime now, if it wasn't for the eighteen dragon-subduing stakes mentioned by Buddha, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would have run out long ago, but if he found a horse, he could run farther conveniently.

He didn't even need to think about it, he knew very well that the one who traced Wuchao's whereabouts must be the guards belonging to the royal family of the fierce country, and there were even some experts leading the team.

Looking at Fozi's gentle and stern face, Zhang Xuezhou took a step back and lowered his head again.

He hoped that Fozi's strength was stronger than his mouth, so that he would not suffer instead of revenge.

Fozi and him were the first to feel the abnormality. After a few seconds passed, the sound of horseshoes echoed in their ears, and the other three monks came back to their senses.

The three monks put down the scriptures they were muttering, one monk took out the saber, the other picked up the magic pestle placed in the corner, and the third monk untied the bell around his waist.

Looking at the dozen or so riders rushing forward from a distance, the three monks did not show any fear in their eyes, but rather eager to try.

"What little gentleman, the sword has no eyes, do you want to use Long Tanpo's sharp weapon to defend yourself?"

The middle-aged monk Najima plucked at the pile of looted property, and then pulled out a black iron chain.

"I don't know how to use chains!"

Even though Zhang Xuezhou said so, he still accepted the iron chain handed over by Najima, which at least made him not look too different.

As a temporary member of the organization he defected to last night, he was obviously going to be used to catch the young man.

"What are you good at?" Najma asked.

"I'm good at commanding flying bugs!"

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou responded.

He seems to have a lot of abilities, but Zhang Xuezhou doesn't have much ability to show off, and his ability to use it in a head-to-head confrontation is even more limited.

"And what about your bugs?" Najma asked.

"It's dead!"

Zhang Xuezhou responded, Najima only felt bad luck, he recited a few lines of the Sutra of Rebirth in a low voice, and only then did Zhang Xuezhou get rid of this bad luck.

But he was obviously not interested in asking a disabled cultivator what else he could do in a suffocated foreign language.

It was the old monk who took the words.

"Long Tanpo's ghost chain can lock lonely ghosts in the world, and it can also lock people. He has returned to the Western Paradise now. This magic weapon has no master. As long as you use mana to spread the ghost chain, you can command this magic weapon." magic weapon!"

The old monk explained the use of the black iron chain in Zhang Xuezhou's hand in a very simple manner, and also mentioned the method of temporary deportation, which made Zhang Xuezhou nod immediately.

"It's a pity that Long Tanpo didn't use the Buddha's golden body to protect her last night, so she ended up like this!"

"He is a little weak, and after using the gold bestowed by the Buddha, he can bear the hardships."

"Be more careful, Bhadhara, don't be reluctant to use the golden body bestowed by the Buddha!"

"Buddha was ordered by the leader to come here to build a temple in search of opportunity, and his opportunity is likely to be in the hands of these wealthy people who lead the group!"

……

Najma whispered to another monk.

Maybe it's because the mouth hasn't turned around completely, the language used by Najima to communicate with her companions is the Da Yuezhi language which is relatively similar to the language of Jiguo.

This gave Zhang Xuezhou a general idea, and he also understood why the group of monks didn't run away, but set up battles in this temple instead.

He originally thought that the Buddha was avenging Long Tanpo, but the Buddha obviously had a more important reason.

"Chance?"

In the distance, the galloping mounts kept approaching, and the figure of the eldest prince leading the team on a single horse came into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.

"Could it be that there are some good treasures from the people of the fierce country that are worth waiting for these monks?"

When the Buddha opened his mouth, he mentioned that there were eighteen dragon subduing stakes arranged in the temple, and there were magic weapons held by the monks. These monks not only possessed certain military strength, but also possessed a lot of wealth.

And to make these people agree with the opportunity, it must have a greater benefit.

Zhang Xuezhou originally wanted to mix with the monks and sneak away when the danger was over, but now he is a little more interested, and he no longer wants to leave before.

Not to mention conspiring to seize treasures, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he is not at a loss for anyone who has knowledge.

He is not too impatient at this time.

Zhang Xuezhou wants to find Wu Chao, Wu Chao must also want to find Zhang Xuezhou, and there is even Jin Chang's indispensable need for him.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Jin Chang should miss him more, and there is a high probability that he will find him back.

If he couldn't ride his horse to find Wuchao, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it would be okay to stay in the temple for a while, after all, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

"It's the evil monks who came to the Da Yue Clan from the Western Regions to preach. At this time, we are still at war with the Da Yue Clan. These evil monks must have malicious intentions when they come here. Shoot!"

In the distance, there was still a hundred meters away, when Yu Dan saw the temple with the wooden fence door open, he also paid attention to the monks in the temple, and immediately gave an order.

"What did he say?"

Fozi narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the cavalry in the distance who began to draw their bows and shoot long distances. He quickly closed the gate of the temple, and then asked Zhang Xuezhou behind.

"I hate the language of the fierce people. They have something in their mouths, and they can't hear the words clearly," Najima whispered.

"This young man speaks much more clearly than the big man last night, at least we can still understand after thinking about it," Bhatola replied in a low voice.

"It's the same language, why can we understand what Xiao Lang said, but it's hard to understand what those people say?"

……

After being repeatedly condemned by foreign monks, Zhang Xuezhou realized the difference between the language of the holy land and the language of the fierce country.

It seems to him to be the same language, but foreigners obviously don't think so.

For them, Yu Shan's slurred words were too difficult to recognize.

Compared with the cadence of each word in the Holy Land language, Jiguo language likes long strings and spit out consecutive words.

It's like Zhang Xuezhou must punctuate when writing a book, but the people of the fierce country never use punctuation when they speak, and they will say everything in their mouths.

If one is not accustomed to the language, this will inevitably lead to stubborn and difficult questions.

"What he said is that you are evil monks who came to preach from the Western Regions, and he will directly hack you to death," Zhang Xuezhou translated.

"It turned out to be this sentence, you can insult me, but if you frame me as a cult, you will die!"

After hearing Zhang Xuezhou's translation, Fozi's face trembled.

He opened his mouth coldly, watching the sharp arrow shoot into it, he bit his lips slightly, and then made a sound of 'bang' and 'ah~'.

The two sounds of the arrow shooting into the body and the screaming quickly appeared in the mouth of the Buddha.

Then there was the sound of falling to the ground.

Accompanied by the Buddha's gesture, Najima, Bhadhara, and the old monk who taught Zhang Xuezhou to use the Ghost Chain fell to the ground one after another.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but also quickly fell to the ground.

"It's a fake ventriloquist!"

False spells do not require mana and do not have the power of spells, but a reasonable use of a fake spell will undoubtedly bring benefits.

At least at this time, cheers came from the cavalry regiment outside the temple gate.

(End of this chapter)