Chapter 305 Western religion

"Master, what technique do you practice?"

In the monks' sound of reliance, Zhang Xuezhou saw the Buddha's son grabbing his hands like a butterfly.

Whenever a corpse is burned, the Buddhist son will continue to repeat this random grabbing action, and then take a deep breath of air like an addict, which seems extremely satisfying.

Zhang Xuezhou squatted in the temple. In just one hour, he had seen the Buddhist son do this three times.

Thinking of the practice of salvation mentioned by Najima, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but become interested in how much knowledge he could gain.

"My magic has a nickname, called the King of Ming's Anger." The Buddhist son did not hide it and replied directly: "This is the condensation of the resentment left by the dead in the body, and it has the effect of unpredictable ghosts and gods!"

"Can the aura of dead people be collected for cultivation?" Zhang Xuezhou said in surprise.

"This is a very common method of cultivation in my teaching," said the Buddhist son: "Doesn't you have this way of cultivation?"

"I heard that some bigwigs here practiced the mountain range yin energy collected by them," Zhang Xuezhou said: "It is the kind of living in a stone cave every day to meditate and practice, but we ordinary people cannot collect qi and practice."

"The yin energy of the cave is condensed after all things in the world die. It is similar to the resentment collected by us to save the dead." The Buddhist son said, "If there is such a treasure land, we will not need to collect corpses around to save us."

"Can't you find such treasure land?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"There are only three or five places in the world that are full of spiritual wisdom. There are extraordinary people everywhere. It is difficult for us to move in, so it is naturally difficult to find them." The Buddha nodded and said.

“So rare!”

Zhang Xuezhou sighed, and for a moment, some venerables who understood why the holy land had to fight to get to power.

"However, the treasure land has the wonder of the treasure land, and it is good for us to travel around the world," said the Buddhist scholar: "It is easy to learn and know, and it will not make our ability to practice confined to fantasy."

The Buddhist son focused on chanting in a distance.

In a faint slight shock from the ground came, and there was a faint hissing sound.

Zhang Xuezhou looked over the sky, and saw a falcon soaring in the sky, maintaining its hovering attention.

"Master is very insightful!"

Zhang Xuezhou supported her.

It was daytime now. If it weren't for the eighteen dragon-subduing stakes mentioned by Buddhists, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would have run out long ago. If he found a horse, he would be able to run away.

Without thinking, he knew very well that the one who tracked down the whereabouts of Wuchao must be the guards belonging to the royal family of the evil country, and there were even many masters leading the team.

Looking at the gentle and solemn face of the Buddha, Zhang Xuezhou moved a little further and then lowered his head.

He hopes that the Buddhist son will be stronger than his mouth, so he will not suffer if he fails to retaliate.

The Buddhist son and him first felt the strangeness. After a few seconds, the sound of horse hooves came into his ears, and the other three monks came back to their senses.

The three monks put down the scriptures that were murmuring and chanting, one monk took out the sword, one monk picked up the demon-subduing pestle placed in the corner of the wall, and another monk untied the bell tied around his waist.

Looking at the more than ten cavalry rushing from afar, the three monks did not show fear in their eyes, but instead were eager to try.

"What kind of young man, you have no eyes on the sword. Do you want to use Long Tanpo's weapon to defend yourself?"

The middle-aged monk Najima pulled the pile of money he was plundering 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 iron chain handed over by Najima, which at least made him seem less outrageous.

As a temporary member who defected to the organization last night, he was obviously going to be used to arrest the powerful men.

"What are you good at?" Najima asked.

"I'm good at commanding flying bugs!"

After thinking for a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou responded.

He seems to be much capable, but Zhang Xuezhou is not very capable of showing off his skills, and his ability to use head-on confrontation is even more limited.

"What about your bug?" Najima asked.

"It's all dead!"

Zhang Xuezhou responded, and Najima felt unlucky. He recited several sutras of rebirth before he passed Zhang Xuezhou's unlucky affairs.

But he obviously was not interested in asking a cultivator who had lost his ability in a foreign language.

The old monk took over the words.

"Long Tanpo's ghost chain can lock the lonely ghosts in the world, and can also lock people. He has now returned to the Western Paradise. This magic weapon has lost its master. If you use magic power to spread 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 very briefly, and mentioned the method of temporary expedition, which immediately made Zhang Xuezhou nod.

"It's a pity that Long Tanpo did not use the Buddha's golden body to protect him last night, so he ended up like this!"

"He is a little weak in his body, and he is unable to bear the trouble after using the Buddha's gold."

"Badra, be cautious, don't be reluctant to use the Buddha to give the golden body!"

"The Buddhist son came here to build a temple on the order of the leader to find opportunities. His opportunity is likely to be in the hands of these wealthy people who led the group!"

...

Najima whispered with another monk.

Perhaps because his mouth had not completely turned around, the language used by Najima and his peers to communicate was the Great Yuezhi language, which was more similar to the bad language.

This made Zhang Xuezhou hear a rough idea and understands why these monks didn't run away, but instead arranged a formation in the temple.

He originally thought that the Buddhist son was revenge on Long Tanpo, but the Buddhist son obviously had more important reasons.

"Opportunity?"

In the distance, the mounts of the rushing mounts kept approaching, and the figure of the eldest prince Yu Dan Ranma was reflected in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.

"Is there any good treasure among the evil people who are worth waiting for these monks?"

The Buddhist son mentioned that the temple had arranged eighteen dragon-subduing stakes and magic weapons held by monks. These monks not only had a certain amount of force, but also had considerable wealth.

And to make these people agree with opportunities, it obviously must be of great benefit.

Zhang Xuezhou originally wanted to get involved in the monks and sneak away when the danger was lifted, but now he was more interested and lost the idea of ​​leaving before.

Not to mention trying to seize treasures, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it would not be a loss if he had any knowledge.

He wasn't too anxious at this time.

Zhang Xuezhou wanted to find Wuchao, but Wuchao must also want to find Zhang Xuezhou. Among them, there was even an indispensable need for Jinchang for him.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Jinchang should be more concerned about him and would probably find him back.

If he couldn't ride a horse and search for 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 is the evil monk who came to the Western Regions to preach the mission. At this time, we are still in the war with the Great Yuezhi. These evil monks must have malicious intentions when they come here!"

In the distance, there were still a hundred meters apart. When Yu Dan saw the temple where the wooden fence gate was opened, he also noticed the monks in the temple and immediately issued an order.

"What did he say?"

The Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the cavalry who started to shoot from a distance when he had a disagreement. He quickly closed the temple gate and then asked Zhang Xuezhou behind him.

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

"This little husband and the big husband spoke much more clearly last night. At least we can understand after thinking about it," Badra replied in a low voice.

"It's the same language, why can we understand the little husband when he speaks it, and what those people say is difficult to understand?"

...

Only after being repeatedly criticized by foreign monks did Zhang Xuezhou realize the difference between the language of the holy land and the language of the evil country.

In his opinion, it was the same language, but foreigners obviously don't think so.

For them, it is too difficult to identify Yu Dan's speech when he speaks.

Compared with the ups and downs of the word and pronunciation of the Holy Land language, evil Mandarin likes long lists and spits out in continuous reading.

This is like Zhang Xuezhou must mark the mark when writing a book, but the evil people never use punctuation mark when speaking, and they will say everything in their mouths in a gulp.

If you are not used to this language, it will inevitably lead to stubborn and difficult-to-understand problems.

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

"So that's what it means. You can insult me. If you frame us as a cult, you will die if you want to die!"

After listening to Zhang Xuezhou's translation, the Buddha's face shook.

He spoke coldly, watching the sharp arrow shot into it. His teeth bit his lips slightly, and then he made a "bang" and "ah~".

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

Then there was a sound of falling to the ground.

Accompanied by the gestures of the Buddhist son, Najima, Badharra, and the elderly monks who had taught Zhang Xuezhou to use ghost chains fell to the ground one after another.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but quickly lie on the ground.

"It's a fake ventriloquy!"

Fake art does not require the use of mana and does not have the power of magic, but the rational use of a false art will undoubtedly bring benefits.

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

(End of this chapter)
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