"It would be great if that could be the case... Then please ask Master Qingyan to lead the way!"

"ha……"

After hearing the words of the old monk Zhiming, Bimalacha was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect that the other party was so anxious.

"Okay then... please invite the great monk Zhiming and the old monk to come!"

"please!"

…

Next, the old monk Zhiming followed Bimalacha and walked out of the tent again, left the gate of Sunrise Temple, turned onto a path, and walked towards the grotto behind the cliff.

The breeze blew by, bringing with it a fishy smell!

Old monk Zhiming looked in the direction of the wind and saw piles of bones piled under the cliff next to the path. It looked very scary at first glance.

"Alas! Although the old monk has tried his best to promote Buddhism, these Turkic herdsmen are still bewitched by the heretics of the shaman..."

After seeing the old monk Zhiming's eyes falling on the bones, the blue-eyed monk Bimalaksha immediately sighed and explained to him.

"They always think that letting their relatives die on the sacred mountain will make their souls transcendent, so they always send some dying people to this mountain, dump them here, and throw them to death..."

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"

After hearing Bimalaksha's words, the old monk Zhiming also sighed, then clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name!

"How stupid the world is... It seems that only by completing the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Netherworld as soon as possible and allowing these dead souls to be reincarnated into the Buddhist Kingdom can they be safe and happy!"

Bimalaksha on the side also clasped his hands together with a look of compassion on his face.

"exactly……"

After this small episode, Bimalacha and the old monk Zhiming seemed to have lost the desire to talk. The two quietly moved forward, turned around the cliff, and came to a valley.

"..."

As soon as he entered the valley, old monk Zhiming was immediately startled.

I saw strong Turkic people everywhere in the valley. They were all bare-chested and had bulging muscles. They looked like Vajra warriors. But the difference was that in addition to the muscles growing on their bodies, they also grew on their bodies.

On their faces, each of them looked hideous and terrifying.

"Hey! These are Master Qingyan's monk soldiers from Sunrise Temple..."

Before the old monk Zhiming finished what he said, he saw that behind this group of male Turks, there were actually a dozen female Turks sitting cross-legged. Compared with this group of men who seemed to be disfigured, these women were

All of them have beautiful looks and strong bodies.

"..."

Old monk Zhiming blinked silently, and an idea that made him a little unbelievable suddenly came to his mind.

"Master Qingyan, could these be all..."

"good!"

The blue-eyed monk Bimalaksha proudly pointed at the ugly men and beautiful women in front of him.
Chapter completed!