The foreigners all fell silent. Some of those who could not understand the Zhongzhou dialect looked at the gold, silver and copper coins on the ground, their eyes burning like burning torches.

Riding on horseback, their hands holding various weapons were trembling, as if they had just slaughtered and clasped their hands together.

He could understand and speak the Central Continent dialect. The foreigner who had just communicated with Tu Fu had hesitation and reluctance in his eyes besides the heat.

In the end, the eyes of these people all focused on one person, the strongest person in the clan.

"I heard that Daxuan has a saying, which is to make things convenient for others and to make things convenient for yourself." The leader of the foreign race looked down at Tufu from horseback, with obvious scrutiny in his eyes, and asked loudly: "The monk who wants to learn from the scriptures,

If we make it easier for you, how can you make it easier for us?"

Tu Fu was silent for a while, and sighed in his heart.

The hands that had been put down began to tremble slightly again, as if they were afraid, or as if they were holding back something.

He kept his head high and looked at the leading foreigner, with a compassionate smile still on his face, and asked softly: "This donor, what convenience do you want from this poor monk?"

The leader raised his hand to stop other foreigners who wanted to say something, took a deep breath and said: "Monk, give us these books of yours."

Tu Fu shook his head: "The poor monk still needs it. If the donor really wants it, the poor monk can make a copy for the donor."

The leader of the foreign race raised his eyebrows: "How dare you reject us, are you really not afraid?"

"All the donors seem to be kind people, so what does the poor monk have to fear?"

"Are we kind people? Hahaha..."

When the laughter spread, more laughter rang out, and those who didn't understand also laughed in agreement, causing many people in the settlement behind to put down their guard and start to approach here.

There were women and children, and the fastest ones were the children. They were running, and the women were shouting and chasing behind them, but they couldn't stop them at all.

The leader of the foreigners shouted several times, and then some people reluctantly rode back and stopped all the foreigners who were coming.

Then, the leader of the foreign race looked at Tu Fu and asked: "What if we are not good people? In other words, our kindness is only to our own people, and not to the Daxuan people and the people of Zhongzhou. Are you afraid?

?"

"Then the poor monk is even less afraid." Tu Fu said with a smile: "If the donors are all bad people, robbers, and thieves, the worst possible outcome is that they will take away the money from the poor monk. It can't be done, it will be ruined.

The life of a poor monk?"

"Aren't you afraid if we kill you after taking your money?"

"At worst, it's just a word of death." Tu Fu kept smiling and replied softly: "This leader, why should this poor monk be afraid?"

The word "death" is not written on my body. Not only will I not be afraid, but I will also be very happy.

Tu Fu did not say what he was thinking, but just looked at the 'leader' who seemed to be able to decide his own fate and the fate of this group of aliens.

"I am indeed their leader."

After the leader responded to Tu Fu's address, he released his hand holding the scimitar, raised it high and said: "Prepare wine and meat, give them to this monk, let him eat and drink well, and copy those books for us."

Leave."

Tu Fu sighed in his heart again, not entirely because of disappointment, but because it was a bit hard to endure.

"Chief, the poor monk is a vegetarian."

"Being vegetarian is your business, it is your Daxuan's rule. When you come to our place, you have to eat meat and drink alcohol."

"The poor monk understands the leader's good intentions, but eating meat and wine are indeed the rules and precepts that the poor monk must abide by."

"Seriously you don't want to eat?" The leader put his hand on the handle of the knife again.

Tu Fu shook his head and said firmly: "I really don't want to eat it."

"Okay." The leader laughed again: "Then prepare vegetarian food for him."

"Why?" A foreigner finally couldn't hold it back and raised a question: "The Daxuan people are all bad people, and their caravan is the most cunning. They exchange the worst things for our most valuable things. We should send this monk

All our money and expenses have been robbed, so it’s best to kill him, because sooner or later we will have to fight Daxuan. If we don’t kill him now, he will kill our people on the battlefield in the future.”

Tu Fu suddenly became happy again, as if he no longer had to endure it.

"He is a monk!" the leader said in a high-pitched tone, reprimanding: "Monks can only save people, not kill people. Their Daxuan monks are different from our monks. If there is any killing prohibition, it cannot be broken or killed.

.How could such a monk be a bad person? How could he kill our people on the battlefield?"

"How do you know he is that kind of monk? Maybe he is a fake monk, a spy sent by Daxuan, pretending to be a Buddhist monk to check our situation."

After the debate started, a supporter appeared on the side opposing the leader: "Yes, how could a real monk ride a horse to Mount Lingshan in the West to seek scriptures? We all know that place is inaccessible. A real monk can

Don’t know?”

The leader frowned, looking at the tribesmen who were gradually getting excited, and sternly reprimanded: "He would rather copy the scriptures for us than give us the scriptures in exchange for a chance to live. Isn't this enough? I'm going to smoke it.

Isn’t it enough that he still insists on not eating meat or drinking alcohol even though he has a knife? You will get retribution if you rob such a monk or kill such a monk."

The aliens became quiet, and even those who questioned it at first became silent. The theories of karma and retribution and the six paths of reincarnation have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

At this moment, Tu Fu suddenly said: "The poor monk, can you put away these troubles?"

The leader frowned. He always felt that this monk was not very smart. Isn't he looking for trouble by raising money at this time?

Sure enough, Tu Fu's words made the eyes of the foreigners focus on the gold, silver and copper coins on the ground again, and some people never left their eyes.

This money is actually a lot of money. It can be said that it comes from the entire net worth of a small caravan and dozens of plunderers. When converted, it amounts to as much as 500 taels of silver.

It is equivalent to the salary of an ordinary county magistrate in Daxuan for about fifteen years. How can you not be jealous?

"Take it away." The leader said: "We don't dare to ask for your money. If we really suffer retribution, who can we pray to help us? Ask the Buddha, the Buddha will blame us for robbing his people."
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Tu Fu smiled, squatted down, and put all the gold, silver, and copper coins into the sack with a defenseless look. They were mainly gold and silver. The value of copper coins in peeling poisons was not as good as the skins of those animals.<

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When the gold and silver disappeared from people's eyes, there was a faint sigh, but no one cared.

Tu Fu was really like the stupid monk the leader thought he was. He just followed a group of aliens and came among more aliens.

With pens and ink served, vegetarian food and purified water prepared, Tu Fu skillfully copied the scriptures in front of hundreds of foreigners. Having memorized all the scriptures, he didn't even need to look at the originals when copying them, which made the leader think

Tu Fu was scribbling, and after careful comparison, he confirmed again that Tu Fu was a true monk.

In an hour and a half, several scriptures were copied, and Tu Fu's hand speed surprised even the foreigners.

"I often copy scriptures on weekdays, so I'm used to it."

Tu Fu ate and drank without restraint and explained in passing. Then, he rejected the leader's offer to stay overnight and set off directly on the grounds that the journey was too far.

The leader walked for a while before turning back. After the leader left, he should have galloped on his horse to prepare for an unexpected massacre, but he walked very slowly, as if he was waiting for something.

It's a pity that he never waited.

He didn't wait for the aliens who came to rob him privately, nor did he wait until he couldn't help himself, turned around and rushed back to start a killing spree.

"It turns out I can bear it."

Tu Fu started laughing as he walked.

"Perhaps, I don't need to endure at all, because in my eyes, those people are not food resources for spiritual practice, but living people.

Because... the poor monk is really not a devil!"
Chapter completed!