Whether to choose to play the role of a corpse or a monk, Wuchao felt it was an easy choice.
He drove the exhausted demon horse away, and then led Zhang Xuezhou closer to the temple.
"Master, I want to become a monk!"
When they were only about ten meters away, Wuchao shouted when he saw the monks lifting the corpse easily and placing hundreds of kilograms of heavy wood into the bonfire from time to time.
"Are you really a monk?"
Zhang Xuezhou asked lowly.
Without some urgency, Wu Chao would never have become a monk.
Zhang Xuezhou looked behind him.
As a person who must fall asleep, he paid no attention to the situation at night, and Jinchang couldn't do anything at the moment. Even if Jinchang relied on big medicine to recover his body, Jinchang only had the strength to take action for a short period of time.
Wuchao needs to be fully responsible for the team at night.
The burly middle-aged monk's language skills were slightly higher. Hearing the discussion between Zhang Xuezhou and Wu Chao, he couldn't help but interrupt and explain.
"Sir, it probably means running away from home!"
The languages of Dayuezhi and Jiguo are similar, with only some differences.
"The clothes you are wearing are of extraordinary quality, why do you need to change them?" Buddha asked with a frown.
But Wuchao must say that he did feel a more powerful energy and blood power from Fozi.
This type of martial arts practitioner is likely to have the ability to kill quickly.
"We are here to become monks," Wuchao said in astonishment.
After a while, a young monk with fair face, handsome face and thin body couldn't help but asked in a weird accent.
"To become a monk, to become a monk means to be a monk," Wu Chao said, scratching his head.
He has been hanging out in the camp of magicians for a long time, but there are many people in the royal family of the Evil Kingdom who are good at demon power and qi and blood martial arts. There are also several great demons with strong qi and blood in the Evil Luo River Holy Land, so Wuchao has a lot of experience.
"This is easy to talk about," Zhang Xuezhou nodded in agreement.
"Buddha said that he can help collect the bodies of dead people. What do you mean by becoming a monk?"
"It's not free, they charge money," Zhang Xuezhou pointed at the monks and said.
"These are clothes worn by dead people, no matter how beautiful they are, they cannot be worn," Zhang Xuezhou shouted.
"Buddha, does our organization have uniform clothes?"
"exactly!"
"Yes, that's what I mean." Wuchao nodded and said, "We want to be like you."
"We want to join your organization" Zhang Xuezhou agreed.
In the flames, the crackling sound increased, and the flames became a little brighter.
He looked at the gorgeous costumes on Wu Chao and Zhang Xuezhou with interest, guessing the identities of the owners who wore these two costumes during their lifetimes.
He approached the temple with a loud shout, causing all the monks to stop chanting sutras and doing their work to look at the two approaching young men.
"It's ridiculous, how can you be the same as us?" the middle-aged monk said dissatisfied: "What are our identities, and what are your identities."
"Forget it, forget it, everyone who meets you has a share, just share it when you go out." Fozi waved his hand and said: "After all, more people are more powerful, and it will be more convenient to have two more people to help search."
In addition to the corpses piled up in the small temple, he also pointed at the horses neighing lowly outside the temple.
"Yes, Buddha!"
"Everyone?"
"Young man, you have grown up. You can make your own decisions about becoming a monk. You don't need to ask us!" Buddha said.
No matter how strange they are, these monks still have considerable strength.
Especially the Buddha whom the middle-aged monk called him, his body was thin, but Wuchao could feel the terrifying energy and blood in his body.
"There are six more cars outside. Finish the work early and we will share the money with you," the middle-aged monk said.
"Collect it, as long as you have money, we can help collect it." Fozi said happily: "How many of you want to collect it?"
It was obvious that Wuchao was having trouble dealing with the trouble and was ready to completely blend into the group of monks.
Fuzi's Qi and blood may not be as sharp and powerful as those of Feiyu and other great demons, but they are undoubtedly like a very sharp blade.
If he was unprepared and just made one mistake, Wu Chao felt that he would be killed by the opponent with one blow.
This made the Buddha think for a few seconds, and then he called to the middle-aged monk, "Go get two sets of monk's robes."
"I know you want to become a monk, and then you want to join our organization." The middle-aged monk said in a dull voice: "You will help with the work first, and I will give you a share of the money after you finish the work. We Buddhist disciples never lie, and we always keep our words.
of!"
"My Buddha only saves those who are destined to be saved. You are not worthy of me chanting sutras and saving you!"
Wuchao glanced at the numerous corpses gathered in piles, and also focused on the money and other items found in the centers of many fires. He vaguely noticed something.
"That's it." Buddha nodded and said, "You are indeed destined to be my Buddha!"
He pursed his lips and felt that after stepping out of the territory of the Fierce Country, he could always see different kinds of strong men.
He clapped his empty hands, and the middle-aged monk immediately grabbed the body and threw it into the red fire.
While Wu Chao was expanding his knowledge, Zhang Xuezhou on the side was asking for monk clothing.
A burly middle-aged monk thought for two seconds before responding in a more normal tone.
At the moment, if this Buddhist disciple had not used special medicine to extend his life or maintain his youthful state, he would undoubtedly be far beyond Wuchao.
The middle-aged monk responded respectfully, shrugged and pointed to the many corpses lying in the temple.
"Master, are you accepting people?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.
Wuchao was stunned.
The stench of burning flesh, hair, and other corpses wafted towards him. Wuchao wanted to hit himself on the head for a moment, feeling that he had come into contact with a group of alien monks, but considering the pursuers behind him, he had no choice but to endure it.
The language used by the other party is similar to the language of the Holy Land, but the pronunciation is different, making it seem to have a foreign accent.
These monks cannot understand human language and are obviously a group of foreign monks.
"Is it so troublesome to be a monk these days?" Wu Chao complained: "I remember that monks used to beg others to believe in Buddhism and become a monk."
Compared with confrontational fighting, deceiving the pursuers to avoid endless pursuit is the best option.
“What does it mean to become a monk?”
The Buddha clasped his hands together and recited a sutra, and then quickly reached into a corpse. After scraping it with no results, he shook his head.
"It's too tragic to leave corpses outside during the war. Please take me to where the two corpses are tomorrow so that we can save them and prevent them from becoming lonely ghosts and suffering," Fuzi thought for a few seconds before saying.
"Yes, easy to say!"
But no matter what age cultivator he met, Wuchao felt that there were very few people of his age who could beat him.
There are old people, middle-aged people, and young people.
Wuchao reacted belatedly and responded again and again.
I have not completed the steps of becoming a monk, but it is not difficult to change into monk clothes and shave off the hair on my head.
As long as the monks have no objections, everything can be easily solved.
As for tomorrow's matters, they will talk about it tomorrow. Spending the night and getting rid of the pursuing soldiers is their current business.