The Pills of Master Wei Mingguo in Volume 263 of the Astartes Text of the Bear School are as effective as ever. Even if the medicinal materials here do not use techniques that incorporate alchemical knowledge, their potency is comparable to the basic swallow potion.
There was no bloody incident where Lan En came out and only saw Kuroli's body.
In fact, when the demon hunter walked out of the dark Buddhist hall, the black tanuki had almost regained his mobility.
The short winter melon ninja shook his arms and stretched his legs, and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.
"Tsk, I have too much blood loss and my hands and feet are weak. I probably can't move now. I can only investigate. You're okay."
The second half of the sentence is directed at Lan who just walked out. Well said.
Everyone present except Old Robert knew why he went to Mount King Kong.
Seeing with his own eyes that his friend was in such a state that he was worse off than dead, if it weren't for the Kuroge no Raccoon's confidence in the demon hunter's tenacity, he wouldn't have wanted to call Lan En over.
The young demon hunter shook his head gently, his face calm.
"It doesn't matter. Just like you said, I did it very quickly and he didn't suffer much."
After saying that, he took the lead and passed between the three of them, heading up the mountain road. Walk.
Kurokasa and Ashina looked at each other and nodded to each other. If it were anyone else, they would still worry that this was a show of force.
But when Lan En says it, they will trust him.
Old Robert was wearing a full-coverage helmet, and no one could see his face clearly. He just silently followed Lan En and climbed up the mountain road.
The mountain road leading to the deepest part of Xianfeng Temple, Sanjusangendo Hall, is rugged and winding.
And there are many domesticated and wild beasts entrenched on the mountain road.
An ape that is as tall as a person when standing straight up, a wolfdog that is 1.23 meters tall on all fours, and a salamander that secretes an abnormal amount of venom
These things are not difficult to deal with, Lan Enhe Kuroka's flying knife can strike one at a time.
Everyone in Xianfeng Temple has damaged their brains while practicing immortality.
They can no longer let go of anything except immortality.
So as a famous temple, Xianfeng Temple now has no city walls for defense, nor tools or manpower to defend the city. There wasn’t even a planner who could rationally respond to the invasion.
After the most intense wave of killings just now was cleared by three people, the road behind became very clear.
It seems that all the defensive forces have been invested in the encirclement and suppression just now, leaving no backup.
Following the mountain road covered with blood-red maple leaves, the expressions of the four people were very stable.
But in the hearts of the four people, a fire burning deep in the hearts was getting stronger and stronger.
In the first half of the Xianfeng Temple, Lan En had already understood the meaning of those little doll statues and small windmills.
Each doll sculptureLike, under every windmill is a genuine child corpse.
In the first half of Xianfeng Temple, these windmills and small statues only appear scattered at tree roots, wall corners, etc.
But when we reached this mountain road
both sides of the winding and rugged road were crowded with windmills and doll statues
The crowd seemed Like a traffic jam, both sides of the road can barely accommodate it, and the windmills and doll statues are even being squeezed into the middle of the road.
How many children died here
How did they kill these children?
At this time, the four people hated themselves as human beings. Brain imagination.
"They must have started a long time ago."
The four of them walked slowly but firmly, Lan En whispered without looking back.
Ashina Isshin's voice also became lower.
"Yes, it seems that it started even when I was the lord of Ashina Kingdom."
"This is an oversight on my part, haha, as expected. I am old. It will make you confused."
He was smiling, but the laughter coming from the skinny old man's mouth was not relaxing at all. On the contrary, it was relaxing.
People's heart muscles tense up for a moment
Old people probably hate finding out that they are useless
Sword Master Ashina Isshin, after the Battle of the Thieves, has not been there for a long time. Feeling so angry.
The journey was smooth, and the four of them passed a mountain path filled with windmills and statues, and a high-pitched fire burning an unknown number of corpses
Under the leadership of Kurokasa no Tanuki , went straight to the main entrance of Sanjusangendo Hall.
This is a hall built on a solitary peak. Looking out from the terrace protruding from the cliff, you can see the steep and magnificent terrain of Mount Kumgang and the Seonbong Temple complex.
But now, none of the four people are in the mood to enjoy the scenery.
"Squeak"
Lan En opened the heavy door of Sanjusangendo Hall with one hand.
One thousand Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara statues made of gold foil and brass reflect the firelight in the candlesticks, creating a solemn Buddhist atmosphere.
But look down from the high Buddha statue.
The messy ground, spider webs, crickets, and one Buddha after another
“There are so many Buddhist schools that advocate the fruits of good deeds in this life and the bliss after death. The eminent monk who is greedy for the present world is really the best among all virtuous people."
Lan En said with a cold face and a strong mocking tone.
In the main hall, the Buddhas who are not in front of the main entrance seem to have been completely dominated by the giant centipedes in their bodies.
Their dry and thin bodies maintained a cross-sitting posture and moved slowly towards the four people who entered the door.
They all wore the same white lining used for the Immortal Buddha Ceremony. It seemed that it was because Xianfeng Temple had successfullyThere are too many instant Buddhas.
So for these eminent monks who would be worshiped by the outside world for generations, no one here even puts on the luxurious robes after the ceremony.
There is only one body Buddha.
The Buddha who sits cross-legged in front of the main entrance, facing the largest Bodhisattva statue, is wearing a dark green monk's robe and a high hat representing the identity of the Master.
Master of Immortal Peak.
He didn’t seem to care at all about Lan En’s sarcasm.
In Lan En's opinion, he is the most vital person in this hall, but he is still not controlled by the bugs in his body.
The throat that is close to the state of rags is rolling. With Master Xianfeng's current physical condition, speaking is a hard and difficult act.
Although he can live for an unknown period of time, his physical decay cannot be saved by these undead insects.
The immortality brought about by the undead insects is better said to be endless decay.
"The donors are safe and sound. Thank you Bodhisattva for your blessing."
He spoke with great difficulty. The time of one sentence was enough for Lan En to take out the alchemy leather bag from the waist of his back. He only had two bottles of residual oil, and then distributed them to the three people behind him.
"You don't want us to die"
"The donor's anger is of course my fault, which opened the beginning of research on immortality, but to this day"
Even It was so difficult to pronounce words, but it was still not difficult for the four of them to hear the regret in his tone.
However, the four of them took out their swords and applied sword oil on them without any hesitation.
If the perpetrator can be forgiven as long as he regrets, then who should bear the suffering of the victim
"I know in my heart that you have made the right decision to kill. But I have something to say, please listen carefully."
Lan En tilted his head slightly, his silver hair falling by his ears.
The knife in his hand, which had opened many holes, reflected the oil evenly.
"Please speak."
The demon hunter held the knife and approached Master Xianfeng.
A deep sigh came out of the Master's mouth at this time.
"Please be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, the vertical pupils in Lan En's pupils suddenly shrank.
He stepped sideways and raised his knife to block the attack on the other side.
"Swish"
Two explosions that tore through the air, and a collision of gold and iron.
Lan En was pushed two steps away by the resisted force.
In front of him, the rotten tree-like Immortal Peak Master was already facing them head-on.
A centipede supported the ground like a spring, and two centipedes danced around him from behind like poisonous snakes spitting messages.
"I can't control it"
His sobriety is not because he has the initiative in his body, but because those bugs cannot control his thinking.Continue to focus on controlling the physical body
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