"Wow, don't ask for Bilibili, don't want Savayeli for eggs......"

After practicing Kunpeng martial arts, Zhang Xuezhou's head was dizzy, and he fell asleep directly in the training room.

By the time he came to his senses, he was lying under a wooden bed in a wooden temple room.

For Zhang Xuezhou, he has slept in many places in the past two years, and it is not unusual to be stuffed under the bed.

The body rolled over several times, and Zhang Xuezhou got out of this relatively short wooden bed.

Outside the wings, the monks chanted strange tones, and there were high-pitched, sad, courageous, and relieved voices.

The recitation of various emotions was mixed in the recitation, which was completely different from the recitation of the words that the monks burned their bodies last night.

Zhang Xuezhou patted the dust on the monk's robe and pushed open the door of the wing, and then greeted the four glances.

"Good morning, everyone!"

Looking at the four pairs of eyes mixed with inexplicable emotions, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, he looked around and stretched out his hand to say hello.

"You're still in the room? What the hell are you all about? ”

After paying attention to Zhang Xuezhou for a few seconds, the Buddha changed the language of his recitation and asked Zhang Xuezhou a question.

"What is the origin, we ......"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the monk's robe he was wearing, and then looked at the monks.

The Buddha's face was solemn, his monk's robe was spotless, and he looked warm and elegant.

Compared with the Buddha he saw with the help of the bonfire last night, what he saw during the day was obviously clearer, and Zhang Xuezhou only felt that the Buddha had undoubtedly added a little grace between his gestures.

But his gaze quickly shifted to the monks.

Compared with the cleanliness of the Buddha's robes, the rest of the monks' robes were stained with blood, and there was no lack of injuries on their bodies, and the scars of the remaining arrows inserted into the body could be seen under the strips of cloth that wrapped the injuries.

Zhang Xuezhou's eyes swept over the ground, and he even saw the corpse of a monk burning in the fire.

"Where's my brother?"

Zhang Xuezhou felt a faint chill in his heart, feeling that a lot of things had happened this night when he fell asleep.

"Your senior brother is riding west!"

The Buddha frowned and pointed in the direction of the west.

"Then I'll chase after Senior Brother!"

Zhang Xuezhou turned around and walked away.

"Wait!"

Before Zhang Xuezhou could take two steps, Zhang Xuezhou saw an extremely white palm print, which was then wrapped around him like a rope, making Zhang Xuezhou unable to move.

"Master, let me go!" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Our organization is a place where you can come and go," a middle-aged monk began.

"The shooting of Long Tan Po must be a disaster brought by you," another old monk angrily rebuked, "What are you all about? ”

"Last night, two elite soldiers on demon horses came to arrest people, these people are extraordinary, and all of them are heavy bows" Buddha Zi said: "We have only gone beyond the Great Moon Clan to enter the country of the Great Moon Clan, and we have never offended people so far, so it is absolutely impossible to trigger the pursuit and killing of this kind of elite team!" ”

"We have just learned art and gone down the mountain, and we have never offended anyone, so it is absolutely impossible to cause any pursuit," Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand.

"Donor, you don't speak sincerely!"

The Buddha pointed to his chest, and then pointed to Zhang Xuezhou.

"Master, I am very sincere" Zhang Xuezhou patted his chest and said: "Senior brothers call me honest and reliable Xiao Langjun." ”

There is no oppression of the realm, and there is no sense of prying eyes, Zhang Xuezhou is very confident in speaking at this time.

He slapped his chest vigorously as a reassurance, only to see the Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly.

When the Buddha opened his eyes again, Zhang Xuezhou's heart felt so cold that it was hairy.

Sanskrit sounds sounded in his mind.

Under the Sanskrit sound, Zhang Xuezhou only felt that a Buddha statue as tall as a mountain was sitting in front of him, and when the Buddha statue stretched out his hand to point, Zhang Xuezhou suddenly felt that he was deeply guilty and needed to narrate all the sins in his mouth.

He was unsettled, and when he resisted in his thoughts, he only felt a bright moon rise into the sky, and a coolness surged into his mind.

The Buddha is still the same Buddha, but Zhang Xuezhou no longer has a feeling of guilt in his mind, and it is impossible to tell the truth.

"Honest and reliable Xiao Langjun, tell me, what are you from?" The Buddha asked again.

"Didn't I just say that we will go down the mountain...... Well, in fact, my senior brother and I have nowhere to go, so we can only wander the world, thinking about picking up some bargains at the confrontation between the fierce country and the Dayue clan! ”

"That's it?" The Buddha said blankly.

"They were dressed in wealth at the time, and they must have picked up the corpse of some big man to provoke this kind of grudge," the middle-aged monk said.

"What's the matter, don't you pick up the rich and noble when you go over?" Zhang Xuezhou said dissatisfied.

"We will pick up rich and poor people, not just the corpses of the rich!"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou stretch out his hand and point to the property that came from the looting of the corpse, the middle-aged monk responded in a muffled voice.

"That's it, you guys picked it up for a while, maybe you got some grudges, and I lost contact with my senior brother who depended on each other" Zhang Xuezhou shook his head vigorously, and then bit back and said: "You guys quickly get my senior brother back!" ”

"It turned out to be this kind of cause and effect!"

The Buddha stretched out his hand and finally took the technique.

He didn't expect that there was nothing to be gained from the magic questioning, they collected the corpse excessively, and Zhang Xuezhou and others picked up the corpse to make a fortune.

If you want to talk about which side is causing the trouble, they really don't know at the moment.

After all, their foreign language skills are average, and in the face of a bunch of people, and they need to face the charge and long-range shooting of the horseman, it is indeed difficult to hear the cause and effect in a short time.

But through the torture of Zhang Xuezhou through magic, the Buddha could only maintain the conclusion that picking up each other's corpses led to disaster.

"I don't know what the origin of those people is, Buddha, should we change places to practice excessively?" The middle-aged monk asked.

"Najma, don't be afraid of difficulties in your practice, if you are more afraid, the more difficult it will be to ascend in your practice, and it will be difficult to achieve the Buddha's dignity in this life."

"That's what the Buddha said!"

Najma, a middle-aged monk, folded his hands and no longer dissuaded the Buddha.

"Master, how long has my senior brother been gone?"

Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand to look to the west, feeling that it was a little difficult to contact the black nest after being separated.

In this vast wilderness, if there are no eagles, hounds, and special tracking methods, it is very likely that it will be difficult for any horse to meet after ten minutes.

Zhang Xuezhou's heart was a little cold.

He thought that he needed to jump out of the current situation of 'running for his life', but he didn't expect that he would jump out like this.

"It must have been two or three hours," replied the Buddha, "and he killed several of the guards in leather armor, and cursed again, and then rode away!" ”

"Senior brother led away those pursuers for our safety, he really risked his life to sacrifice his life!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed.

Of course he knew why the black nest wanted to escape.

Zhang Xuezhou and Jin Chang have no markers on their bodies for falcons to locate, and the target of the royal family of the murderous country is almost focused on Wuchao, compared to the risks that Zhang Xuezhou needs to face when fleeing at night, Wuchao is safer for each other to flee alone.

His sighing words stunned the Buddha, and he didn't know why Zhang Xuezhou had cleared the deserter who abandoned the organization last night.

But the Buddha could not deny this possibility.

After all, after the opposing senior brother fled for his life, the pursuing cavalry was at least half divided, and even led a powerful general away.

If it weren't for this, there would not be more than one monk on the Buddha's side.

He grabbed Zhang Xuezhou, who was about to take a step again, and immediately caused Zhang Xuezhou's face to be full of surprise.

"Master, I want to go to find Senior Brother, what are you stopping me from doing?" Zhang Xuezhou said in a low voice.

"Our temple has arranged eighteen dragon descending piles, and if you go out, you will inevitably mess with the arrangement," Buddha said.

"Descending dragon piles? What for? ”

"That's the magic weapon of the Buddha to subdue the evil ones and make them change their minds and repent!"

The Buddha spoke gently, but when he stared at the burned monk's corpse, there was a cold murderous aura in his tone.

(End of chapter)