About After I Became a Soul Killer

Chapter 372 The Monk
The wind in the morning is slightly cold.

After all, it is autumn now, and frost has already bloomed outside the car window.

But if you look down, you will see five bulletproof Hummers galloping at high speed.

Really resembles a gang organization.

Five black Hummers parked domineeringly at the gate of the monastery.

Behind the old mottled wooden door is a Buddha head, which must be a giant Buddha.

The temple houses one of Japan's most famous Buddha statues, the Daibutsu, a 13.35-meter-tall, 93-ton open-air bronze statue of Amitabha, second only to another statue in Todai-ji Temple in Nara in Japan.

According to the relevant records of the construction of the bronze statue in the temple, the history of this statue can be traced back to the Kamakura period in 1252.However, it is not known whether the statue that was being constructed at that time in the monastery records is the same large Buddha statue as it is today.

The statue was once housed in a temple building, and the wooden temple building that originally housed the Great Buddha was destroyed by a tsunami in the Muromachi period at the end of the 15th century, but the statue survived.

Everyone stood cautiously in front of the temple gate, holding the weapons around their waists tightly.

Jingu Zongshiro was going to knock on the door, because today happened to be the closed day of Kotokuin.

But suddenly the gate of the temple was automatically opened by a gust of wind.

"Amitabha." A monk held a prayer bead in one hand and bowed to the Buddha in the other hand.

This monk looks very handsome, about 177 cm tall, with a slender figure and fair skin. He looks to be in his early twenties.

He is dressed in a white robe with a red border.

The red beads in the hand are a very long string of beads, counting 36 of them.

"Hello, we are." Soshiro was very surprised to see someone open the door, and was about to introduce him justifiably, but was interrupted by the monk.

"This benefactor, the old monk knows what you are here for, and the object is in the palm of the Buddha." The monk closed his eyes and said calmly, turning the beads.

Everyone was shocked, this guy, who is this monk? !
Human obsessive?In the world? !Long's! ?

And how could he call himself an old monk at a young age.

Chen Zifan looked at the monk suspiciously.

"Dare to ask the mage's name?"

"Amitabha, all appearances are illusory. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, you will see the Tathagata." The monk said.

"Then we must have a title to call you." Chen Zifan asked loudly.

"Forget it, you can just call the old monk nameless." The monk said lightly.

All the while, he was turning the red beads in his hand.

"Don't worry, everyone. If you want to get back the treasure, please come with me to the Buddhist hall." Wuming said calmly.

No one knows what the monk was thinking, but in any case, Xiao Jiu and Albert did sense that the fragments of the veins were in this ancient temple.

Why don't you go with him!
"Okay! Then respect is worse than obedience." Zong Shilang stared at Wuming and said indifferently.

Everyone stepped into the temple on the bluestone road.

The courtyard is covered with moss, and the mottled bricks have witnessed the vicissitudes of the temple's history.

The big Buddha was just as expected, sitting quietly on the square of the monastery.

Kind face.

When everyone entered the temple, they undoubtedly cast their first eyes on the palm of the Buddha.

Although he wanted to go forward to get it, the monk said after all that he would gather in the Buddhist hall first, and everyone didn't want to spoil the tranquility of the Buddhist family.

But Chen Zifan kept staring at the monk. This monk always made him feel that something was wrong.

There is an indescribable strange feeling.

The Japanese-style Buddhist hall is different from the Chinese-style Mahavira Hall, with less incense and more wabi-sabi.

There are no gold-plated Buddha statues here, only the towering stone Buddha outside.

"Everyone, what is a Buddha?" Wuming closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, bowed to the Buddha with one hand, and rosary beads with the other.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden question.

Everyone looked at each other suspiciously, what the hell is this monk doing? !
"Monk! We don't have time to talk to you! Since the fragments are here, that traitor Xu Nian must be connected to you! Tell me! Where is he?!" Ricardo couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up and questioned loudly nameless.

"Amitabha." Wuming said.

Seeing that Wuming didn't answer his question directly and it seemed that he didn't answer his question, it was impossible for him to answer his question.

"Okay! You have the guts!" Ricardo stood up straight, pointing to Wuming with his right hand, "I'll go and get the fragment of the divine vein first! I'm asking you slowly!"

After saying that, Ricardo flew out and ran out. He didn't activate his mind ability, but ran to the Buddha in the courtyard of Gaodeyuan.

The moment his right hand touched the stone Buddha, Wuming struck out a palm in the Buddhist hall, and in an instant, a powerful spiritual pressure burst out from his palm.

Ricardo was thrown into the air by the sudden spiritual pressure, and smashed hard on the wall of the temple.

Since he didn't use his mind ability, he received the palm with his physical posture, and Ricardo passed out directly.

Everyone saw that the momentum was wrong, this monk must be someone from the other world who can activate the Reiatsu.

Wuming slowly withdrew his palm, and turned into a state of bowing to the Buddha with one hand and rosary beads with one hand and closing his eyes with his legs crossed.

Soshiro, who was kneeling at the front, glanced at the people behind him.

The task of my group of people is to collect the fragments for the Extinguishing Soul Bureau. Now that the fragments are in front of them, even if they want to grab them, it is justified, no matter who the monk is.

But he organized people from the Soul Extermination Bureau to take back the fragments. From the standpoint of the inner world, he was wrong.

Jingu Zongshiro winked, and everyone understood instantly.

Everyone clenched the soul-killing knives around their waists and prepared to get up slowly.

The monks are chanting scriptures, and everyone is getting up.

The next moment, a destructive level of spiritual pressure burst out from the monk's body.

This spiritual pressure is like a mountain pressing down on everyone.

Everyone instantly sensed something was wrong, this monk was unusual.

Zhao Ritian didn't say much, and directly slashed at Wuming with the Blood Demon Blade.

But in an instant, a light blue spiritual pressure shield formed by the gathering of spiritual power covered Wuming.

No matter how Zhao Ritian swung the scarlet sword to chop, he couldn't break it.

"Spiritual Art Ten. Spirit Flash." Jingomiya Narusaki shot out the Reiatsu ray in an instant.

But even this captain-level spirit flash couldn't break through the monk's spirit pressure shield.

Since the monks always keep their eyes closed, the three members of the Jingu family all perform illusions through their eyes.

Therefore, Soshiro, Mutsuki, and Narusaki's domains did not have the activation medium for a while.

"I'm coming!" Li Jinsheng yelled and instantly opened the bronze king.

In an instant, the muscles of the whole body tensed, and the blood in the blood vessels turned bronze.

He punched the Reiatsu shield violently.

"It's useless." Li Jinsheng stepped back, "I didn't hold back that punch just now."

In the Buddhist hall at this time, everyone stood and looked at the young monk meditating on the ground with extremely surprised eyes.

What happened to that terrible Reiatsu? !
He looks young, how could he have such spiritual pressure?
It's like in a martial arts novel, a young man suddenly shows internal strength that shouldn't be at his age.

Even if this monk is a person from the other world, he shouldn't have this kind of spiritual pressure.

(End of this chapter)