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

Halfway through, voices were heard from the branches of tall maple trees on both sides of the mountain road.

"Tsk, you're more crisp and neat than I thought."

Lan En kept looking up, and a large black hat stood out on the branches.

Although the [Light Body Technique] of the Chaotic Waves will turn the body into a dwarf winter melon, I have to say that the effect is really good.

"You're done too?"

"The ninjas on the periphery are all cleared, did I tell you? I know them very well. By the way, how are you going to get inside the mountain gate? In our Dongying area, it is not an exaggeration to regard the mountain gate of the temple as a serious city. ”

Kurogasa looked Lan En's armor up and down, and shook his head.

"Do you need me to go inside the mountain gate and put a rope for you? Your equipment won't be able to use the [Light Body Technique]. ”

Kurokasa's civet was thinking about what rope he had to use to eat Lan En's size, and it couldn't be too eye-catching.

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt that it was more appropriate to use a ninja hook lock.

But when he was about to breathe with Lan En under the tree, he saw that the demon hunter had already walked to the gate of the Xianfeng Temple with a big grin.

“.”

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

"Bang Bang Bang!"

There were three heavy and muffled sounds, and many birds and finches were startled in the maple forest of Mount Kongo.

All of a sudden, the originally Zen mountain had a bit of an ambush on all sides.

Kurokasa's open mouth immediately closed, and its melon-like body retracted into the leaves of the maple tree.

He thought it would be a mission to sneak into the sabotage, but he didn't expect it. Lan En, he didn't say that he would come to this show!

He's just a ninja, and it's okay to be in secret. He wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

After the startled movement of the birds, the gate of Mt. Kongo fell silent.

After a long time, a long door opening sounded.

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

Their skin was dry to an almost gray complexion, their complexion was withered, and their bodies were thin.

With one palm up, he bowed his head and muttered, as if he was sincerely worshipping the Buddha.

The four monks raised their eyes to look at Lan En's exotic armor, but they didn't show any extra emotion, and their eyes were as numb as dead things.

It seems that after looking at Lan En's body, he confirmed something, and after the four of them exchanged each other, they didn't ask Lan En where he came from or why he came.

He just opened the gate and ushered the witcher in.

It seems to be in their eyes. As long as it comes, it's all the same.

The temple behind the gate increased in number. But it's still very inconsistent, and people don't feel popular.

Several monks lined up in a group and were patrolling the mountain path. By the trees or by the stone walls, some monks are bowing their heads and reciting scriptures.

Most of those places are dotted with toy-like windmills or dolls made of wood and stone.

Windmills and statues are densely packed at the roots of trees, or on rock walls and feet. It's like a cluster of flowers.

These monks were doing their own things, and they didn't have any desire to explore Lan En's obviously unusual clothing and temperament.

It's just that the four monks who opened the door to welcome people surrounded Lan En in the middle at this time.

If you don't know, you really think that the monks in this temple have all cultivated into great monks who have few desires and can even stop their desire to explore.

But Lan En, who was surrounded in the middle and walked around, could feel it with his sensitive senses at this time.

Both sides of their lower back, lower yin, and throat. These four monks have been watched closely. If they want to, they can do it as soon as they want.

The boxing method of Xianfeng Temple does have some doorways.

"What are they worshipping?"

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

With a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth, it is like the sincere curiosity of a person who sincerely worships the Buddha after coming to the Great Temple of the High Gate.

"How miserable the world is."

The monks surrounding Lan En spoke hoarsely. The voice made it feel like he hadn't used his vocal cords in a long time.

"There is life and death, life and death, and reincarnation does not stop. We all pray for the blessings of the suffering beings. ”

There is a lot of Zen in the words, and there is a kind of sorrow of withering and dead silence.

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

Whoever listens to it has to boast about his 'compassionate heart'.

Lan felt the same way.

"I see." The smile on the witcher's lips became gentler.

"Windmill toys and dolls like. The masters must have felt that there is no more miserable person in this world than a child, right? It's really compassionate. ”

Suddenly, the four monks surrounding Lan En felt a little chill in their hearts, but the feeling in their bodies was a little hot.

It was like standing next to a small fire.

The eyes of the four people, which were already almost like dead people, turned to Lan En's body indifferently.

At this time, the corners of the young man's gentle smile were slowly becoming calm.

It's so calm that it's unsettling.

"Masters of compassion. Also dedicated to every windmill, every doll like. I dug up the bones of the corresponding number of children. ”

In the extraordinary senses of the demon hunters, this short temple mountain road, the roots of the trees on both sides, the rock walls. The red one makes people panic!

The soil here is stained with human blood, and many people have blood.

There was an unnatural pause for the four monks, and then their tones hardened.

The donor laughed. In front of the temple is a side hall, before going to the main hall to pay homage to the Buddha, it is better to go here for a while. Please. ”

The mouth 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 who held him did not play any role in the wide eyes of the monks themselves.

There is also a monk beside the root of the tree who is bowing his head and chanting sutras without sorrow or joy.

Lan En slowly crouched down, first touching the dirt, and then stabbing the palm of his studded leather glove directly into the soil with a 'poof'.

When he pulled it out again, a skull the size of a palm appeared in the palm of his soiled hand.

In the eye socket of that little skull, several centipedes were crawling in and out.

There was a moment of silence.

The visiting monks stopped, and the monks who bowed their heads and chanted the scriptures looked up and turned around.

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

"Nan Musan~"

It's not just from the mouths of some monks that sigh like Buddha words.

The next moment, the whistling sound of fists and feet was directly pressed down from the top of Lan En's half-squatting head!

The whistling of the wind and the movement of the air currents are not at all what normal punches and kicks should be.

"Xianfeng Temple Boxing Method" has the same control skills for air flow as swordsmanship and spearmanship.

But boxing is never as sharp as iron, so there is no 'air flow blade' in boxing, but an 'air hammer'!

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

This kick smashed into the head of an ordinary person, even if the kick could not break the hardest skull of the human body, the brain flower was enough to form a puddle.

But Rann stood up with an incredibly smooth lean, grazing his face with the kick of the 'air hammer'.

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

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

The next moment, with a "bang", Lan En's arm strength directly made him press the back of the opponent's head and smash it on the trunk in front of him.

The red and white bodily fluids sputter freely on the rough and hard trunks.

The witcher shook the residue from his hand slightly, and held the hand of the scabbard at his waist, and pushed his thumb away slightly by an inch.

The cold light was flickering.

From the blade of the blade at his waist, from between his teeth where Lan En opened his mouth to breathe.

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