Nalanda Monastery in Tianzhu.
The Yan Yun Cavalry had completely blocked the front and rear exits of the monastery.
Guan Chang carried a Dragon Fang sniper rifle on his back, held a sixty-jin Mo Dao in one hand, and kicked open the monastery gate.
*Clang!*
The old wooden door was kicked off its frame by him, falling heavily onto the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Jililala~~~"
A group of monks with bald heads and bare torsos, hearing the commotion, rushed out from inside. The leader pointed at Guan Chang, speaking in words the Yan Yun Cavalry couldn't understand.
"Little Bean Sprout, tell Third Uncle, what are they shouting about!"
Zhang De pulled a woman from behind him and pointed at the monk, speaking to her.
Little Bean Sprout was the woman's name, though not her real one. Zhang De had given it to her casually due to her petite figure.
She was a refugee they had rescued halfway. She was a Tianzhu native but could understand Tang speech and speak a few sentences.
In this land of Tianzhu where language was a barrier, encountering someone who could act as an interpreter was truly rare, so the Yan Yun Cavalry kept her with them.
Little Bean Sprout was accustomed to Zhang De's rough manner. Recalling the monk's words, she translated truthfully.
"Third Uncle, they are asking who you are and why you are being so disrespectful to the Buddha."
"Tsk tsk tsk, tell them, we're here to pursue Great Tang fugitives. Tell them to hand over Hou Jinji, otherwise, I'll burn this damn monastery to the ground!"
Little Bean Sprout walked into the monastery and relayed Zhang De's words to the monk.
However, it seemed there was a misunderstanding in translation, as she soon returned to Zhang De's side with a wronged expression.
"General Sandezi~~"
"Wrong! How many times do I have to tell you? Only Duke and my elder brothers can call me Sandezi. You must call me Third Uncle!"
Before Little Bean Sprout could finish, Zhang De interrupted her. She quickly lowered her head and admitted her mistake.
"Yes, Third Uncle, this servant will not dare to do it again."
"Tell me, what happened?"
"Replying to Third Uncle, this monk is unreasonable. This servant relayed your words to him, but he asked this servant to be his dual cultivation cauldron."
Little Bean Sprout blinked her large eyes and looked at Zhang De curiously, "Third Uncle, what is a cauldron?"
Zhang De was furious upon hearing this. He didn't care if the monk understood Tang speech or not and immediately began to curse.
"You damnable bald donkey! They all say monks abstain from lust, yet you spew such shameless words!
And dual cultivation, you piece of shit? I'll send you to hell to cultivate!"
Saying that, he brandished his Mo Dao and charged past Guan Chang towards the monks.
Seeing this, the monks quickly shouted something into the monastery.
Then, countless monks poured out from the buildings. However, the weapons in their hands made Zhang De stop in his tracks, looking at Guan Chang in bewilderment.
"Big Brother, what are these bald donkeys holding?"
Guan Chang was also stunned.
Not just the two of them; Huang Sheng and Zhao Long, who were with them surrounding the place, were also dumbfounded.
The weapons in the hands of these monks, well, let's call them weapons.
These weapons had a strange shape, about as thick as a child's arm, but one end was ground into a rounded head. The rounded head was about the size of an egg, like a wooden pestle.
Zhang De had excellent eyesight. Even from seven or eight meters away, he could see a rice-sized hole on the rounded head.
"Be careful, they might be hidden projectile weapons!"
Guan Chang's expression was solemn. Their Dragon Fang sniper rifles were already out of ammunition, rendering them useless.
From Nanyue, they had pursued all the way here. The only weapons they could currently use were the Mo Dao in their hands.
Nalanda Monastery had four temple gates. The one Guan Chang and his men were at was the main gate, the one used by pilgrims for entry and exit.
The other brothers had gone to the other three gates. At the main gate, there were only Guan Chang and his three men, along with Little Bean Sprout acting as an interpreter.
"Namo Huanxi Buddha~!"
Just as Zhao Long was about to take action, a Buddha's name that had never been heard before echoed from behind the crowd of monks.
Upon hearing this, the monks parted to the sides, and a plump, fair-skinned monk, also with a bare torso, walked through the path they had cleared.
Guan Chang and the others were confused.
"Aren't Tianzhu people all dark?"
"How come there's a white one among a bunch of darkies?"
"Black and white?"
Zhang De blurted out.
"Nonsense! The medicine Duke gave was called Bai Jia Hei!"
Huang Sheng retorted instantly.
"Namo Huanxi Buddha~, are the four benefactors also from the Great Tang in the East?"
The plump, fair-skinned monk chanted Buddha's name again, then looked at Guan Chang and his men and asked.
"Oh? So, you mean to say, you monks are also from the Great Tang?"
Hearing this, Huang Sheng stepped forward, pushed Zhang De aside, and stared at the plump, fair-skinned monk, retorting.
"Namo Huanxi Buddha~, this seat indeed comes from the Great Tang in the East, solely to transmit scriptures and spread the Dharma. Benefactors may directly address this seat by its Buddhist name: Chan Master Xuanmiao."
"This is the place where I spread the Dharma. The four benefactors smashed the door upon arrival. Such disrespect, for what reason?"
Chan Master Xuanmiao looked at Huang Sheng with a questioning expression.
"Who dares to cause trouble here? Eat my old Sun's staff!"
Just then, a short, plump monk, carrying a long staff, rushed out from the monastery.
The long staff was even inlaid with a golden hoop.
"Wuhuan, be calm!"
Xuanmiao stopped the man.
"Eldest Senior Brother, Master is right."
Another plump, fair-skinned monk walked over.
"Eldest Senior Brother, Master and Second Senior Brother are right!"
Yet another plump, fair-skinned monk~
"Damn it, is there no end to this?"
Zhang De glared at the four plump figures in front of him. "Hand over Hou Jinji, or your Third Uncle will smash this broken temple!"
"Namo Huanxi Buddha, the benefactor is attached to form!"
"There is bliss in the mortal world, why carry so much killing intent?"
"Coincidentally, a hundred devout women entered the temple yesterday. Benefactor, why not lay down your weapons and join me in comprehending bliss and joy, achieving great freedom and great fortune!"
Guan Chang and the other three, who had been somewhat bewildered, finally understood what kind of monks these were after hearing the words of the so-called Chan Master Xuanmiao.
"Hmph! Third Uncle thought you were some kind of people, but you're actually a bunch of lecherous monks!"
"I'll give you one last chance, hand over Hou Jinji!"
Zhang De pulled his right hand, which was supporting the Mo Dao, downwards. The Mo Dao, which had been on his shoulder, instantly drew a circular arc, pointing at Chan Master Xuanmiao.
"Joyful! Joyful!"
"Benefactor, your words are mistaken. There is no such person as Hou Jinji here, so please, benefactor, refrain from anger."
"Mortal beings have anger, sorrow, lust, joy, known and unknown fires, and karma fires, all of which harm the body."
"Why not join me in comprehending joy!"
"The fire of dual cultivation is the true path of the mortal world. If you comprehend it, with your talent, benefactor, you will surely ascend to bliss soon!"
Chan Master Xuanmiao clasped his hands together, completely ignoring the Mo Dao pointed at him, and once again attempted to convert Zhang De, Guan Chang, and the others.
The physique of the Yan Yun Cavalry was like human monsters here in Tianzhu!
If they could be converted, they would surely become the guardian Vajras of Nalanda Monastery. Therefore, the moment Chan Master Xuanmiao saw them, he had the thought of converting them.