Chapter 254 253 Monks
Lan En walked up the mountain road covered with maple leaves.
Halfway, 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 his body into a short winter melon, it has to be said that the effect is really excellent.
“You’re done too.”
“All the ninjas on the outside have been cleared. I told you, I know them very well. By the way, how are you planning to enter? Inside the mountain gate, in our territory of Japan, it’s not an exaggeration to regard the mountain gate of the temple as a serious city.”
The Black Hat Raccoon looked up and down at Lan En’s armor, which looked very thick. Shaked his head.
"Do you need me to go inside the mountain gate and set up a rope for you? Your equipment must not be able to use the Light Body Technique."
The Kurokasa no Raccoon was thinking about it. What kind of rope can handle Lan En's size, and it can't be too eye-catching.
With a friendly smile on the corner of his mouth, it is like the sincere curiosity of a sincere Buddhist worshiper before coming to the low gate temple.
The monks surrounding Lan En spoke hoarsely. The sound made me feel like I hadn't used my vocal cords for a long time.
It seems that as long as we come, everything will be the same outside our eyes.
The soil outside is stained with human blood, very few human blood.
He just opened the small door in a roundabout way and welcomed the demon hunter back.
The small amount of air flow trapped under the fist can only directly allow the force to penetrate the victim's internal organs. When it passes behind the enemy's mouth and nose, it can also disrupt the enemy's breathing.
But boxing skills may always be sharper than iron tools, so the air flow blades are not used in boxing skills, but air hammers.
Anyone who listens to this will have to praise his compassionate heart.
The seven monks paused naturally for a while, and then our tone became heated.
Just when I was about to call him to stop, I saw that the arm wearing plate armor had been raised high, and then fell heavily.
Beside the roots of the tree, there was still a monk who was chanting sutras with his head raised in a mixture of sadness and joy.
Red, white and various body fluids splashed out into a pool under the smooth and soft tree trunk.
Three heavy muffled sounds in a row caused many birds to appear in the maple forest of Mount Kumgang.
He said please, but the bodies of the seven monks had not yet opened their hands, leaving Lan En the only way out.
"There are Eight in the South"
Suddenly, the seven monks surrounding Lan En felt no warmth in their hearts, but their bodies did not feel any cold.
Putting one palm up, he raised his head and murmured, as if sincerely worshiping the Buddha.
The howling of the wind and the movement of the air flow were nothing like the abnormal punching and kicking.
And my hand, at this time, also pressedIn front of the monks who kicked him.
At this moment, the corners of the young man’s smile were quickly becoming intense.
After deliberation for a long time, he felt that it would be more appropriate to use a ninja hook lock.
It is so intense that it makes people feel safe.
Lan En feels the same way.
The last moment, with a "bang" sound, Lan En's arm strength directly caused me to press the front of the opponent's head and hit it under the tree trunk behind my eyes.
The little master was still standing behind the tree reciting scriptures at the last moment.
A long time ago, there was a long "squeak" sound of the door opening.
The seven people’s eyes, which were not yet close to death, turned numbly to Lan En’s body.
The cold light is flashing.
Seven thin and low monks opened the small door of Xianfeng Temple and walked out.
It seemed that they were confirming something before looking at Lan En's body. Before the seven people asked each other where Lan En was from and why he was here.
"The compassionate little masters specially gave each windmill and each doll statue a corresponding number of children's bones."
"What are we worshiping?"
The patrolling monks stopped, and the monks who were chanting sutras raised their heads and turned around.
Our skin is so moist that it has an almost gray complexion, with a haggard look and a skinny figure.
"There is neither life nor death, life and death, reincarnation is the end. We all pray for the suffering sentient beings."
The scene became noisy for a while.
"Bang Bang Bang"
Outside the eye sockets of this big skull, several centipedes are crawling out.
The boxing skills of Xianfeng Temple are really lacking.
I'm just a ninja, and I'm pretty bad at doing things in secret. I wanted to stop him just now, but it was not too late.
But at that time, Lan En stood up smoothly and used his air hammer kicking skills to rub my face.
I originally thought that it would be a mission to sneak into the enemy, but I also thought that Bian Hou would come out there
For a moment, I felt quite Zen-like. The top of the mountain no longer had the chilling feeling of being ambushed from all sides.
Lan En, like an outsider who feels everything, pointed to the scene of chanting sutras to the windmill and the wooden and stone statues and asked.
The seven monks raised their eyes and looked at Lan En's exotic armor, but they showed no trace of emotion. Their eyes were as numb as dead objects.
Xianfengji Boxing has the same airflow control skills as swordsmanship and spearmanship.
But Bian Hou, who had a warm face, walked directly towards a tree with large windmills stuck in its roots.
The witcher shook off the residue under his hand a little, held the hand on the scabbard at his waist, and pushed it away slightly with his little finger.
"There is little sorrow in the world."
There is no sense of Zen in the words, let alone the sorrow of withering and death.
"That's it." The smile on the corner of the demon hunter's mouth looked even more violent..
This is a feeling like standing next to a big fire.
That kick hit an ordinary person’s head. Even if the kick broke the softest skull in the human body, it would turn the brain into a puddle.
In these places, there will probably be some toy-like windmills or doll statues made of wood and stone.
The sound of flying birds passed by, and the entrance hall of Mount Kumgang fell into silence.
Lan En quickly squatted down, first touched the soil, and then his palms wearing studded leather gloves were pushed back into the soil with a pop.
The monks were doing their own things, and they had no desire to explore Bian Hou's obviously abnormal clothes and temperament.
It was just these seven monks who opened the door to welcome people. At this time, the seven in the back and the seven in the front surrounded Lan En in the middle.
But Lan En, who was surrounded and carried away, could feel it with his sensitive senses.
My front waist, upper vagina, and throat on both sides have not yet been closely watched by the seven monks. Why don't we think about it and we can do it right away.
The arms of the monks holding me back had no effect at all except for the monks’ narrow eyes.
If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought that none of the monks outside the temple had yet become a young monk who could meditate and have few desires, and could even stop his desire to explore.
"The donor was joking. Behind is a side hall in the temple. After going to the main hall to pay homage to the Buddha, I would like to take a rest here first. Please."
It's like a humble Buddhist monk who hasn't seen through all the things in the world, but still feels special because he sees people's happiness.
It was just a sigh-like Buddha's words coming from the mouth of one of the monks.
Windmills and statues are densely piled at the roots of trees, or on the rock walls and feet. Like flowers growing in clusters.
At the last moment, the whistling sound of fists, kicks and wind came directly from Lan En’s half-crouched head.
“The windmill toys and dolls must have made the little teachers feel that there would be no more toys in this world.” There are no people more miserable than children, right? They are really compassionate."
Several monks formed a team and were patrolling down the mountain road. Beside the trees or under the stone walls, there were some monks who were chanting scriptures silently with their heads high.
The white-collared raccoon dog's originally open mouth immediately closed, and its short melon-like body retracted into the leaves of the maple tree.
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.
More than a dozen pairs of dead eyes focused on Lan En’s men.
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In the temple in front of the small gate, the number of people became smaller. But it's still very inconsistent and makes people feel popular.
In the demon hunter's extraordinary senses, the short temple mountain path, the tree roots and rock walls on both sides were so red that it made people panic
When I pulled it out again , a skull as big as a palm appeared outside my dirt-stained palm.
The sharp blade from the waistDown, out of the gap between Lan En's teeth when he opened his mouth to breathe.
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