Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 254 253. Monks
Lan En walked up the mountain road covered with maple leaves.

On the way, there was a sound from the branches of tall maple trees on both sides of the mountain road.

"Tsk tsk, you are more straightforward than I thought."

Lan En kept walking and looked up, a big black hat was very conspicuous on the branch.

Although Luanbazhong's [Light Body Technique] will turn the body into a short winter melon, it has to be said that the effect is really outstanding.

"You're done too?"

"The ninjas on the outside have all been cleared out, have I told you? I know them well. By the way, how are you going to enter the mountain gate? In our Dongying territory, the temple gate is regarded as a serious city. It's not an exaggeration."

The black hat raccoon looked up and down at Lan En's seemingly heavy armor, and shook his head.

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

The black hat raccoon was thinking about what kind of rope he should use to hold Lan En's size without being too eye-catching.

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt 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 walked carelessly to the front of the mountain gate of Xianfeng Temple.

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

"Bang Bang Bang!"

Three heavy and muffled sounds in a row startled many birds in the maple leaf forest on Mount Kumgang.

All of a sudden, the originally Zen-like mountain top felt a bit chilling like an ambush from all sides.

The opened mouth of the black hat raccoon immediately closed, and the dwarf melon-like body also retracted into the leaves of the maple tree.

He originally thought that this would be a mission to infiltrate and sabotage, but he didn't expect it. Lan En didn't say that he would come here!

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

After the sound of the birds flying, the gate of King Kong Mountain fell into silence.

After a long time, "Squeak~" there was a long door opening sound.

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

Their skin was dry to an almost gray complexion, their faces were haggard, and their bodies were emaciated.

Standing up with one palm, he bowed his head and murmured, as if sincerely paying homage to the Buddha.

The four monks looked up at Lan En's exotic armor, but they didn't show any extra emotion, their eyes were as numb as dead objects.

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

He just opened the door and welcomed the demon hunter in.

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

The number of people in the monastery behind the gate increased.But it's still very inconsistent and makes people feel unpopular.

Several monks formed a team and patrolled the mountain path.On the edge of trees or stone walls, some monks are bowing their heads and reciting scriptures silently.

Most of those places will be plugged with some toy-like windmills, or doll statues made of wood and stone.

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

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

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

If you don't know, you really think that the monks in this temple have cultivated themselves into great monks who are ascetic and able to restrain their desire to explore.

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

My lower back, genitals, and throat on both sides have been closely watched by the four monks.If they wanted to, they could do it the first time.

The boxing techniques of Xianfeng Temple do have some skills.

"What are they worshiping?"

Like an outsider who didn't feel anything, Lan En pointed to the scenes of chanting scriptures to the windmill and wooden and stone figurines and asked.

There was a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth, like the sincere curiosity of a sincere worshiper who came to Gaomen Temple.

"How miserable the world is."

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

"Where there is life, there is also death, and there is endless reincarnation. We all pray for the suffering of all beings."

There is quite a sense of Zen in the words, and there is also a kind of withered and dead sadness.

It's like an eminent Buddhist monk who has seen all kinds of things in the world, but still feels empathy because he can't bear to see people's pain.

Anyone who listens will have to praise "compassionate heart".

Lane felt the same way.

"I see." The smile on the corner of the witcher's mouth became more gentle.

"Windmill toys and doll statues. The masters must think that there is no one more miserable than children in this world, right? What a compassionate heart."

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 people, which were almost dead, turned to Lan En's body in a numb manner.

At this time, the young man's gentle smile was slowly calming down.

Calm enough to be disturbing.

"The merciful masters gave each windmill and each doll a special gift. They dug up the corresponding number of children's bones."

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

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

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

"The benefactor was joking. In front is a side hall in the temple. Before going to the main hall to pay homage to the Buddha, why not stop here for a while. Please."

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

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 did not play any role in the widening eyes of the monks themselves.

At the root of the tree, there was a monk bowing his head and chanting sutras without sadness or joy.

Lan En squatted down slowly, first touched the soil, and then poked the palm of the studded leather glove directly into the soil with a 'pooh' sound.

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

In the eye sockets of that tiny skull, several centipedes were crawling in and out.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

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

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

"Nan Wu San~"

It's not just from the mouths of any monks, who uttered sigh-like Buddha words.

The next moment, the sound of howling fists and feet came directly from the top of Lan En's squatting head!

The whistling of the wind and the movement of the airflow are not what normal punching and kicking should be.

"Xianfeng Temple Fist Technique" possesses the same airflow control skills as swordsmanship and spearmanship.

But boxing can never be sharper than iron, so the "airflow blade" is not used in boxing, but the "air hammer"!
The large amount of airflow wrapped around the fists and feet can not only directly penetrate the viscera of the victim, but also disturb the enemy's breathing when it brushes against the enemy's nose and mouth.

This kick hits the head of an ordinary person, even if the kick can't break the hardest skull in the human body, the brain is still messed up.

But at this moment, Lan En leaned back very smoothly and stood up, wiping his face with the kicking technique of 'air hammer'.

At this time, his hand was also pressed on the back of the head of the kicked monk.

This master was standing in front of the tree and chanting sutras just a moment ago.

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

Red, white and various body fluids splashed freely on the rough and hard tree trunk.

The witcher slightly shook off the residue on his hand, and with the hand holding the scabbard around his waist, he slightly pushed his thumb away an inch.

The cold light is flickering.

From the edge of the sharp knife at the waist, from the gap between the teeth of Lan En who opened his mouth to breathe.

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