"Halt! What are you people doing!" An officer wearing a relatively better uniform berated as he walked forward and used a language that Wei Xiao Bei had never heard before.
Naturally, even though he had never heard it before, Wei Xiao Bei could somehow understand it.
"We are wandering Buddhist monks that have come here to beg for food."
Shakyamuni walked forward and spoke.
"Buddhist monks? Beg for food?"
The officer swept a glance at the monks in contempt. Luckily, he still let them come in. Perhaps in his eyes, the so-called monks with their simple clothing were not a threat.
After entering the city, all the monks immediately spread out and held a bowl as they each chose their own road to beg for some food.
Even Shakyamuni was doing the same.
As for Wei Xiao Bei, he could not even control his current body as he wished.
But having said that, in Wei Xiao Bei's mind, Shakyamuni was indeed different.
