"Master, what kind of technique are you practicing?"

In the monks' bursts of excessive Sanskrit sounds, Zhang Xuezhou saw the Buddha's hands grasping like butterflies.

Whenever a corpse was burned, the Buddha would repeat the clutching motion, and then take a deep breath of air like a junkie, seemingly extremely satisfied.

Zhang Xuezhou squatted in the temple, and in just one hour, he had seen the Buddha do this three times.

Thinking of the transcendent cultivation mentioned by Najma, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but be interested, thinking about how much more knowledge he had.

"I have a nickname for this technique, called King Ming's Fury" The Buddha did not hide, and replied directly: "This is the condensation of the grievances left in the body of the deceased, and it has the effect of ghosts and gods!" ”

"The breath of the dead can also be collected and used for cultivation?" Zhang Xuezhou was surprised.

"This is a very common cultivation method that I teach," the Buddha said, "Isn't there such a cultivation method on your side?" ”

"I heard that there are some big people here who cultivate the Yin Qi of the mountain range that is collected," Zhang Xuezhou said: "It's the kind that lives in a stone cave every day to meditate and cultivate, but we ordinary people can't collect Qi to practice." ”

"The yin qi of the crypt is condensed after the death of all things in the world, and it is similar to the grievances collected by the dead people like us," the Buddha said: "If there is that kind of treasure land, we don't need to go around collecting corpses to surpass." ”

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

"There are only three or five places in the world, and there are otherworldly people everywhere, and it is difficult for me to wait for me to stay, so it is naturally difficult to find," the Buddha nodded.

"So rare!"

Zhang Xuezhou sighed with emotion, and for a while he understood why the Venerable of the Holy Land had to fight to ascend to the throne.

"However, the treasure land has the wonder of the treasure land, and we travel all over the world and travel all over the world," the Buddha said: "Traveling can be knowledgeable, and it will not let my ability to practice be confined to fantasy." ”

The Buddha looked into the distance and chanted in a low voice.

Faintly, there was a slight shock on the ground, and there was a faint hissing sound.

Zhang Xuezhou looked too high in the sky, and saw a falcon soaring in the sky, maintaining its hovering gaze.

"Master Takami!"

Zhang Xuezhou cheered.

It's daytime now, if it weren't for the eighteen dragon descending piles mentioned by the Buddha, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would have run out a long time ago, but if he found a horse, it would be convenient for him to run farther.

He didn't have to think about it, he knew very well that it was the guards belonging to the royal family of the murderous country who tracked down the whereabouts of the black nest, and there was even no shortage of masters to lead the team.

Looking at the gentle and murderous face of the Buddha, Zhang Xuezhou's footsteps moved a little back, and his head hung down again.

He hopes that the strength of the Buddha is stronger than his mouth, and he will not retaliate but suffer if he fails.

The Buddha and he were the first to feel the abnormality, and it was only after a few seconds that the sound of horses' hooves came to their ears that the other three monks came back to their senses.

The three monks put down the muttered scriptures, one monk took out the ring knife, one monk picked up the demon pestle placed in the corner, and another monk untied the bell tied around his waist.

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

"What kind of little Langjun is that, the sword has no eyes, do you want to use Long Tanpo's sharp weapon to defend yourself?"

Najma, a middle-aged monk, pulled through the pile of looted belongings and pulled out a black iron chain.

"I won't use chains!"

Although Zhang Xuezhou said so, he still took the chain handed over by Najma, which at least made him not too different.

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

"What are you good at?" Najma asked.

"I'm good at commanding flying bugs!"

After thinking for a few seconds, Zhang Xuezhou responded.

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

"And what about your bugs?" Najma asked.

"Dead!"

Zhang Xuezhou responded, Najma only felt bad luck, and he recited a few words of the Past Life Sutra in a low voice before Zhang Xuezhou got rid of this bad luck.

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

But the old monk took over.

"Long Tanpo's ghost chain can lock the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the world, and it can also lock people, he has now returned to the Western Elysium, this magic weapon has no owner, but as long as you use mana all over 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 simply, and mentioned the method of temporary expulsion, which immediately made Zhang Xuezhou nod.

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

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

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

"The Buddha was ordered by the sect master to build a temple here to find an opportunity, and his opportunity is likely to be in the hands of the rich and noble people who lead these groups!"

……

Najma and another monk whispered.

Perhaps because the mouth has not been completely turned, Najma and her companions communicate in the Otsutsuki language, which is more similar to the fierce Chinese language.

This made Zhang Xuezhou listen to a rough idea, and he also somewhat understood why this group of monks did not run, but instead arranged a battle in this temple.

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

"Serendipity?"

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

"Could it be that there is any good treasure in the fierce country, which is worth waiting for these monks?"

The Buddha opened his mouth and mentioned that the temple was arranged with eighteen dragon descending piles, and there were magic weapons held by the monks, these monks not only had a certain amount of force, but also had a lot of family background.

And for these people to agree with chance, it obviously has to be of great benefit.

Zhang Xuezhou originally wanted to mix in with the monks and sneak away when the danger was over, but now he was a little more interested and lost the idea of just wanting to leave.

Not to mention plotting to snatch the treasure, but as long as he sees and understands, Zhang Xuezhou feels that it is not a loss.

He wasn't too anxious at this time.

Zhang Xuezhou wants to find Wuchao, and Wuchao must also want to find Zhang Xuezhou, which even has Jinchang's indispensable need for him.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that Jin Chang should be more concerned about him, and there was a high probability that he would find him back.

If he can't go to find the black nest on horseback, Zhang Xuezhou feels that it doesn't hurt to stay in the temple for a while, after all, he can't leave if he wants to.

"It's the evil monks from the Western Regions who came to the Dayue clan to preach, at this time we are still at war with the Dayue clan, these evil monks must have malicious intent when they come here, shoot!"

In the distance, a hundred meters away, Yu Shan saw the temple with the wooden fence door open, and then looked at the monks in the temple, and immediately gave an order.

"What did he say?"

The Buddha's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the cavalry in the distance who began to draw their bows and shoot far away without saying a word, he quickly closed the temple gate, and then asked Zhang Xuezhou in the rear.

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

"This little Langjun and the big Langjun last night can speak much more clearly, at least we can understand it after thinking about it," Bhadra replied in a low voice.

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

……

After repeated denunciations by foreign monks, Zhang Xuezhou realized the difference between the language of the Holy Land and the fierce Chinese language.

It seemed to him to be the same language, but foreigners clearly did not think so.

For them, Yu Dan's indistinct speech is too difficult to recognize.

Compared with the one-word and one-tone tone of the Holy Land language, the fierce Chinese language likes to be read in long strings and spit out continuously.

This is like Zhang Xuezhou must use punctuation marks when writing books, but the fierce people never use punctuation when they speak, and the words in their mouths will be said in one gob.

If you don't get used to this language, it will inevitably lead to stubbornness.

"What he said is that you are evil monks who have come to preach in the Western Regions, and they will directly kill you," Zhang Xuezhou translated.

"It turns out that this sentence is this, insulting me can do it, and framing me and waiting for the Western religion to be a cult will be innocent!"

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

He opened his mouth coldly, staring at the sharp arrow, his teeth biting his lip slightly, and then making a 'bang' and 'ah~' sound.

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

Then there was the sound of falling to the ground.

With the gesture of the Buddha, Najma, Bhadra, and the old monk who had previously taught Zhang Xuezhou to use the ghost chain fell to the ground.

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

"It's a ventriloquist fake!"

False spells do not require the use of mana, nor do they possess the power of magic, but the rational use of a false spell can undoubtedly bring benefits.

At least at this time, cheers were heard from the cavalry regiment outside the temple gates.

(End of chapter)