Buddha's Son

Wu Chao thought the choice between playing dead and posing as a monk was an easy one.

He drove the demon horse, which had run itself to exhaustion, far away, then led Zhang Xuezhou closer and closer to the temple.

"Master, I want to become a monk!"

When they were only a dozen or so meters away, Wu Chao saw the monks lifting corpses with ease and occasionally tossing logs weighing several hundred jin onto the bonfires. He immediately shouted.

"You really want to become a monk?"

Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.

Unless the situation was urgent, Wu Chao would never do something like becoming a monk.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced behind them.

As someone who was bound to fall asleep, he paid no heed to what happened at night, and they couldn't count on Jin Chang at present. Even though Jin Chang had restored his body with a potent medicine, he only had the strength to fight for a short time.

At night, Wu Chao had to take full responsibility for the group.

Clearly, Wu Chao was having trouble dealing with the problem and intended to blend in completely with the monks.

Rather than fighting, their best choice was to deceive their pursuers and avoid an endless chase.

He approached the temple, shouting, and the monks stopped chanting and put down their work to watch the two young men coming toward them.

"What does 'leaving home' mean?"

After a while, a slender young monk with fair skin and handsome features couldn't resist asking in a strange accent.

The language he used was similar to that of the Sacred Land, but some of the syllables were pronounced differently, giving it a somewhat foreign sound.

"Buddha's Son, I believe it means running away from home!"

A burly middle-aged monk thought