fifth form

Chapter 306 Reformed
"The evil monks in the Western Regions possess all kinds of sorcery, and some of them are also proficient in the ability to feign death. After making up their swords, they went to burn this temple down!"

As the eldest prince of the fierce country, Yu Dan's strength is not as strong as Wu Chao's, but Yu Dan's knowledge is not lacking.

The cheers of the cavalry only lasted for more than ten seconds, and Yu Dan began to issue the second order.

"uh-huh?"

Lying behind the corpses piled up in the temple, Fozi made a slight sound and looked at Zhang Xuezhou who was lying on the back.

He hoped that Zhang Xuezhou could translate the content of the commander's order so that he could make an accurate judgment.

As long as they are not suddenly attacked and killed, ambushes are the means that Buddhists like to use.

But today, he faintly felt that the ambush seemed to have been seen through.

"They appear to be setting fire!"

Zhang Xuezhou responded in a low voice.

His translation is short and straight to the point.

Fozi instinctively sensed that the commander on the other side said more than that, but when he heard the light of the torch outside the gate of the temple fence, he quickly shut his mouth again.

"Your Royal Highness, these monks burned their corpses in the temple, and there are at least seven or eight corpses piled up in the temple right now!"

"There's still a morgue over there!"

"These people are really evil monks!"

"They also burned the corpse!"

"Who doesn't know that we Jiguo people and Da Yuezhi people are willing to return to nature, and dying in the wilderness and waiting for the corpse to rot slowly is our best destination. These people disturb the peace after death!"

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All the soldiers will ride their horses close to the temple, and the tall horses will directly watch everything in the temple.

Looking at the neatly arranged corpses and the large fire still burning, many people yelled from time to time.

"uh-huh?"

Buddha asked in a low voice.

"It's too much to translate!"

Zhang Xuezhou responded in a low voice.

However, many soldiers who were going to set fire to the temple obviously took a fancy to the large burning fire. Compared with finding weeds to lay and set fire to the temple, it is obviously more convenient to directly get the burning wood in the fire.

The wooden fence gate was kicked open with two feet, and a military officer with a silver crown on his head stepped into the temple.

He glanced at the people and the corpses on the ground, then stretched out his hand to draw the bow and shot an arrow.

Zhang Xuezhou's body trembled unavoidably when the sound of an arrow being hit on Najima's body was heard.

"If you pretend to be dead, I will kill you!"

The military officer snorted, and then fired another arrow.

The arrow hit the old monk, and the old monk let out a muffled grunt, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his legs twitched immediately, as if he was seriously injured by the shot, and was in the dying struggle of being shot again.

Seeing this, the military officer couldn't help laughing, drew out the long knife from his waist and chopped it off, and then began to call people to come to the fire to fetch wood to burn the temple.

The burning wood of the fire was thrown around, and the flames began to spread in all directions in the temple.

"His Royal Highness..."

"Elder Prince?"

When the military officer reported back, Fozi finally heard some important information.

His foreign language proficiency is also limited, and it would be difficult for Buddhist disciples to understand the words of the people from the fierce country if they do not speak in a correct manner.

But occasionally some words still fall into the ears of the Buddha.

He didn't understand what the military officer reported later, but he undoubtedly understood the address of the other party.

"This is the biggest high-ranking official we have encountered. The leader once said that I must have a chance to come to the East, and this chance may fall on him!"

The Buddha thought secretly in his heart.

He came to the East with twelve Dharma protectors, and he experienced countless hardships along the way. The Buddha felt that the opportunity may be coming now.

Located in the former territory of the Great Yuezhi Kingdom, the eldest prince who can come here can only belong to the fierce kingdom.

This is the most powerful country in Beiju Luzhou, and as the prince of a country, the Buddha felt that there must be something heavy hidden on his body.

That might be the opportunity he was looking for.

He didn't care about the fires igniting around the temple, or the flames burning on his body, and he just kept counting down in his heart.

"Oh... oh hoo!"

Fozi kept counting the cavalry who stepped into the ambush circle, and waited for the eldest prince to take even one step into the encirclement circle.

But Najma's laughter shattered his thoughts.

When he glanced over, he saw Najma jumping up.

"Why are you itching the soles of my feet!"

Najma shouted, and looked at the direction where she raised her foot.

He only felt a few feathers flash in his eyes, and then disappeared, leaving only the honest and reliable young man lying dryly on the ground and pretending to be dead.

This made his eyes widen.

But Najma's doubts ended after just a few seconds.

Following the sound of the Buddha's son, eighteen arm-thin wooden stakes in the temple flew out like crossbow arrows.

A wooden stake directly penetrated the chest of the guard of the evil country, causing an instant disemboweled death.

There are also wooden stakes that hit the head hard, and the face is completely changed under one blow.

"kill!"

Najima shouted, raised the Jiedao in her hand and slashed it down.

The old monk got up expressionlessly, and regardless of the arrow wounds and knife wounds on his body, he dragged his seriously injured body and shook the magic weapon bell that had been stored for a long time.

The crisp sound of bells vibrated, causing many mounts to neigh in fear, and they forcibly broke free from the horse officer's control, and some mounts that lacked the control of their masters ran away.

Batuoluo's subduing magic pestle flew out and directly hit the military officer's head.

"There is an ambush!"

The military officer held a long knife and blocked the dragon subduing pole with one knife, but it was difficult to block the sneak attack of the subduing demon pestle.

The silver crown on his head was split, and blood flowed from his forehead.

Under the unexpected counter-kill, there are very few people like him who can react and take effective defense.

Among the elite Royal Guards led by him, about [-]% were directly killed by this sudden attack.

He stared wide-eyed, watching several monks in the rapidly blurred world before him get up on the ground and fight back. He instinctively slashed at the young monk closest to him for the last time.

But just for a moment, he felt a chill in his chest.

When he looked down, he saw that the leather armor covering his chest was cut and blood was gushing out.

A bloody orb was thrown carelessly on the ground.

"Evil...evil monk!"

The military officer really wanted to pick up his heart and put it back into his body, but he stretched out his hand, then fell down powerlessly, and fell on top of the heart together with his body.

The murmuring voice in his mouth may be the last words he said to this world.

"Anyone who insults my Western religion will change their minds and start a new life!"

Fozi kicked the military officer's head, kicked the body away, and then stepped on the heart.

The blood burst out, but it never stained him.

There was a hint of evil on his gentle face, and he looked at the two horsemen outside the temple with a bad look.

One ride belonged to the eldest prince Yu Dan, and the other belonged to Shan's royal guardian.

As for the remaining two grooms who kept controlling the fleeing mounts, they were ignored by Buddha.

"The evil of Western religion!"

Beside Yu Shan, the guardian of the royal family whispered.

Behind the Ji Kingdom stood the Three Great Sacred Lands and the Six Great Ancestral Lands, and behind the Da Yuezhi Kingdom stood the Heavenly Court of the past, and the Western religion inserted by missionaries.

For both parties, although the forces of several parties do not say that they are like fire and water, it is obviously impossible to make peace during the war.

"Your Highness, please take shelter for now!"

The guardian of the royal family looked at the Buddha who was slowly stepping out of the flames, and he only felt in his heart that he had touched a very dangerous master.

He didn't know if he could beat the opponent, but he felt that it was difficult for him to be distracted and protect Yu Shan while defending against such a master.

"Nine Wind Demon Saint, take care!"

Yu Shan galloped away without any hesitation.

For him, it is not a disadvantage to listen to the opinion of a guardian whose cultivation base is far superior to his own.

There was no mistake in the order he gave, and even the executor didn't make a mistake.

The only mistake they made was that they misjudged the evil monks of the Western religion they had to face.

When the team is almost destroyed, the best way for Yu Dan is to quickly seek reinforcements instead of staying and fighting recklessly.

(End of this chapter)