Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 254 253. Monks

Lan En walked up the mountain road that was already covered with maple leaves.

Halfway through, there was a sound coming from the branches of tall maple trees on both sides of the mountain road.

"Tsk, tsk, you are cleaner than I thought."

Lan En kept looking up and saw a big black hat standing out on the branch.

Although Luanbo Zhong's [Light Body Technique] will turn the body into a short winter melon, it must be said that the effect is indeed excellent.

"Are you done too?"

"All the ninjas on the outside have been cleared. Did I tell you? I know them very well. By the way, how are you going to enter the mountain gate? In our world in Japan, the mountain gate of the temple is regarded as a serious city. It’s not an exaggeration.”

The raccoon dog looked up and down at Lan En's armor, which looked very thick, and shook his head.

"Do you need me to go inside the mountain gate and set up a rope for you? Your equipment will definitely not be able to use [Light Body Technique]."

The Kurokasa no Tanuki was thinking about what kind of rope he would need to use so that he could hold Lan En's size without attracting too much attention.

After deliberation for a long time, he decided that it would be more appropriate to use a ninja hook lock.

But when he was about to have another breath with Lan En under the tree, he saw that the demon hunter had already walked carelessly to the front of the mountain gate of Xianfeng Temple.

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Just as he was about to call him to stop, he saw that the arm wearing plate armor had been raised high, and then fell heavily.

"Bang Bang Bang!"

There were three heavy and muffled sounds in a row, and many birds appeared in the maple forest of Mount Kumgang.

For a moment, the originally Zen-like mountaintop had a chilling feeling like an ambush from all sides.

The Kurokasa no Tanuki's originally open mouth immediately closed, and its short melon-like body retracted into the leaves of the maple tree.

He originally thought that this would be a mission to sneak in and destroy, but he didn't expect that Lan En didn't say he would come here!

He was just a ninja, and he was fine operating in secret. He wanted to stop him just now, but it was already too late.

After the sound of birds flying in fright, the entrance hall of Mount Kumgang fell into silence.

After a long time, a long "squeak~" sound of the door opening sounded.

Four tall and thin monks opened the door of Xianfeng Temple and walked out.

Their skin is dry to an almost gray complexion, their looks are haggard, and their bodies are thin.

He raised one palm up, lowered his head and murmured, as if sincerely worshiping the Buddha.

The four monks raised their eyes and looked at Lan En's exotic armor, but they did not show any unnecessary emotions. Their eyes were as numb as dead objects.

It seemed that they had confirmed something after looking at Lan En's body. After the four of them talked to each other, they didn't ask where Lan En was from or why he was here.

He just opened the door and welcomed the witcher in.

It seems that in their eyes, as long as they come, everything will be the same.

Behind the gate, the number of people in the temple increased. But it is still very inconsistent and makes people feel unpopular.

Several monks formed a team and were patrolling the mountain road. Beside the trees or stone walls, there are some monks who are chanting scriptures silently with their heads down.

Most of these places will have some toy-like windmills or doll statues made of wood and stone.

Windmills and statues are densely piled at the roots of trees, or at the foot of rock walls. Like flowers growing in clusters.

These monks were doing their own things and had no desire to explore Lan En's obviously unusual clothing and temperament.

It was just the four monks who opened the door to welcome people. At this time, the two in front and two behind surrounded Lan En in the middle.

If you didn't know better, you would really think that the monks in this temple have cultivated themselves into great monks who are quiet and have few desires, and can even stop their desire to explore.

But Lan En, who was surrounded and carried away, could feel it with his sensitive senses.

Both sides of my lower back, lower body, and throat have been carefully watched by the four monks. If they want to, they can do it immediately.

Xianfeng Temple's boxing skills do have some skills.

"What are they worshiping?"

Lan En asked like a layman who didn't feel anything, pointing to the scenes of chanting to windmills and wooden and stone figures.

There is a friendly smile on the corner of the mouth, just like the sincere curiosity of a person who sincerely worships Buddha after coming to Gaomen Temple.

"There is so much misery in the world."

The monks surrounding Lan En spoke hoarsely. The sound made people feel like he hadn't used his vocal cords for a long time.

"There is life and death, life and death, reincarnation is endless. We all pray for the suffering sentient beings."

There is a Zen feeling in the words, and there is also a sense of withering and death.

It's like a Buddhist monk who has seen everything in the world, but still feels the same because he can't bear to see people's pain.

Anyone who listens to this will have to say "compassionate".

Lan En felt the same way.

"That's it." The smile on the demon hunter's lips became gentler.

"Windmill toys and doll statues. The masters must have felt that there is no more miserable person in the world than children, right? They are really compassionate."

Suddenly, the four monks surrounding Lan En felt a little cold in their hearts, but their bodies felt a little warm.

It was a feeling like standing next to a small fire.

The eyes of the four of them, which were almost dead, turned to Lan En blankly.

At this time, the young man's gentle smile was slowly becoming calmer.

It's unnervingly calm.

"The compassionate masters also dug up a corresponding number of children's bones for each windmill and doll statue."

In the demon hunter's extraordinary senses, the tree roots and rock walls on both sides of this short temple mountain path are so red that it makes people panic!

The soil here is stained with human blood. The blood of many people.

The four monks paused unnaturally for a while, and then their tone became cold.

"The donor was joking. There is a side hall in the temple ahead. Before going to the main hall to pay homage to the Buddha, why not take a break here first. Please."

He said "please", but the bodies of the four monks had already opened their hands, leaving the only way for Lan En.

But Lan En, with a cold face, walked directly towards a tree with small windmills stuck in its roots.

The arms of the monks blocking him had no effect at all on the wide eyes of the monks themselves.

There is a monk beside the tree roots who is chanting sutras with his head down without any sadness or joy.

Lan En slowly squatted down, first touched the soil, and then directly thrust his palms wearing studded leather gloves into the soil with a 'plop' sound.

When he pulled it out again, a palm-sized skull appeared in his soil-covered palm.

Several centipedes were crawling in and out of the eye sockets of the tiny skull.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The patrolling monks stopped, and the monks who lowered their heads to chant sutras raised their heads and turned around.

More than a dozen pairs of dead eyes focused on Lan En's hand.

"Namu San~"

It wasn’t just from the mouths of some monks that Buddhist words sounded like sighs.

The next moment, the whistling sound of fists and kicks was directly suppressed from Lan En's half-crouched head!

The howling of the wind and the movement of the airflow are not what normal punches and kicks should be like.

"Senboji Boxing" has the same airflow control skills as swordsmanship and spearmanship.

But boxing can never be as sharp as iron, so the 'air blade' is not used in boxing, but the 'air hammer'!

The large amount of air flow wrapped around the fists and feet can not only directly penetrate the victim's internal organs, but also disrupt the enemy's breathing when it passes in front of the enemy's mouth and nose.

This kick hits an ordinary person's head. Even if the kick can't break the hardest skull in the human body, it will still turn the brain into a puddle.

But at this moment, Lan En stood up in an extremely smooth manner, and used the 'air hammer' kicking technique to rub his face.

And his hand was pressed on the back of the head of the monk who kicked him.

This master was standing in front of the tree reciting scriptures just a moment ago.

The next moment, there was a "bang", and Lan En's arm strength directly caused him to press the back of the opponent's head and hit it on the tree trunk in front of him.

Body fluids of various colors, red and white, splashed into a pool on the rough and hard tree trunk.

The witcher shook off the residue on his hand slightly, held the hand on the scabbard at his waist, and pushed it away slightly with his thumb.

The cold light is flickering.

From the sharp blade on his waist, from the gap between Lan En's teeth when he opened his mouth to breathe.

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