Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 213: 212 Xianfeng Temple Bandit

Chapter 213 212. Xianfeng Temple Bandit

After praying for Kotaros Renqi ball, everyone felt somewhat at peace.

Faith can indeed support human beings to continue living in difficult days.

After everyone paid homage at the place where the Longquan River draws water, they went on patrol again. The attitude of the ronin towards Kotaro changed a lot.

They no longer regard the Ashigaru sent by the Hirata family as a watcher, or Lan En's follower or lackey. Rather, he is a person who is struggling to find a tomorrow with them at this critical juncture of the war.

The patrol mission was not over yet. Lan En chatted with Kotaro on the way.

I think although other people know about Renqiu Ball, they dont seem to be prepared.

This is it. The short man scratched his chin and smiled sheepishly.

The making of Renqi balloons is very particular. My mother is a Buddhist priest of Senhoji Temple on Mount Kumgang. She was taught how to make them when she went to worship on the mountain. Otherwise, such balloons would not be sold cheaply in Ashina City.

Xianfeng Temple? Lan En kept nodding. "It sounds like a temple with a lot of history."

"It's true!" When Kotaro heard Lan En's praise, he was as excited as if he had been praised.

His mother was a religious believer in the temple, and it seems that his own beliefs were also influenced by her.

Senhoji Temple has a long history. It is a famous Tantric Buddhist temple not only in Ashina but also in the whole of Japan!

"When this war is over, my mother also asked for a star offering ceremony for me at Xianfeng Temple. Please join me when the time comes! The maple leaves on Mount Kumgang turn red at this time, and the scene of fallen leaves in the valley is also unique. ah!"

The Star Offering Ceremony? Kotaro, are you talking about the Star Offering Ceremony in Xianfeng Temple? Oops! You will be in luck in the future!

Some of the ronin behind him seemed to have heard of it, and envy suddenly appeared on their faces.

Yes! Kotaro smiled and nodded heavily.

Lan En blinked, a little curious.

The description of the valley dyed red with maple leaves does sound pretty good, but what interests Lan En more is the Star Offering Ceremony.

Sounds like a battle of wits in Journey to the West.

"Sir." A ronin seems to understand this Dharma assembly very well, or he admires it so much that he understands it very well.

"The Star Offering Ceremony is a ceremony in which Buddhist masters from Xianfeng Temple are invited to calculate the natal star based on a person's birth date, and then make offerings and pray to the natal star Bodhisattva. After success, the praying person's future life will be smooth sailing! "

The Ronin said this, and the determination on his face seemed to be even firmer than that of Kotaro himself.

Oh! Lan En nodded repeatedly, feeling that he had learned a lot.

Normally, its impossible for ordinary people to get in line for this ceremony. Kotaro, you are really lucky!

No, no, hehe. Kotaro smiled sheepishly. "It's the masters of Xianfeng Temple. They seem to be holding star offerings ceremony in a big way recently, so I am lucky enough to be in the queue."

This group of locals exchanged words with each other, blowing up the ceremony to the point where there was nothing in the sky or the earth. The lively atmosphere also made Lan En's doubts about the Hirata family's defense system much easier.

He decided that if nothing big happened after this war, it would be good to go to Xianfeng Temple for a visit.

As for the famous ancient temple, if there was no such thing as the intersection of the celestial sphere, he would not have the chance to see it with his own eyes.

The group of people were walking around talking and laughing, and even the laborious vigilance and observation became a little easier.

But Lan En, who was walking at the front, suddenly straightened his face after continuing to walk a few steps along the Longquan River.

He stopped and raised his right hand into a fist.

The ronai behind him had almost developed conditioned reflexes under his training. The moment they raised their fists, the group all stopped talking and laughing and tightened their weapons.

Lan En's nose twitched slightly.

The smell of blood?. Or human blood!

The witcher's extraordinary senses gathered information.

Lan En did not explain to the wanderers behind him, but headed directly towards the source of the smell.

Although the rogues had only been under his leadership for seven or eight days, they had already learned a little discipline, so they consciously followed suit.

Departed from the route along the Longquan River and walked through the undulating mountains and forests for only about ten minutes.

Lan En stopped beside the roots of a big tree, frowning.

The rovers behind him arrived half a minute later, panting from the rugged route. That is to say, Ashina natives have good physical fitness, otherwise they would have to be left behind by Lan En for at least a minute.

The woods were so silent that humans could not help but lower their voices subconsciously.

Kotaro gasped and came closer to Lan En.

Sir, what did you find?

Before he finished speaking, his eyes followed Lan En's line of sight downwards.

Suddenly, the voice got stuck, and after a long time, he let out a sigh.

He is the second son of the Achai family

A child chopping wood with a firewood rack on his back, an arrow stuck across his neck, his eyes wide open as he looked up at the towering tree crowns and the sky between the branches and leaves.

The ground under his hands and feet was in a mess, and it was obvious that he had been struggling for a long time.

Now, several bugs attracted to flesh and blood are sitting on his eyeballs.

"you know?"

Their family is a tenant of the Hirata family. He often comes out to cut firewood to supplement the family income.

In Kotaro's voice, there was a sense of numbness in a war-torn world.

It is sad to see someone you know die, but at the same time, it is all too common.

Just like what is described in Russian novels, a peasant woman still has to drink up the salted soup one mouthful after the death of her child.

Its not because shes not sad, but because she cant give up the salt in the soup.

Sadness in life does not choose the right time to appear.

With a cold face, Lan En squatted down next to the arrow on the child's neck and sniffed it.

Is there any residual smell of bandits? Anyway, its not that far away.

The pair of cold cat eyes swept back, and all the wanderers suddenly became energetic, and even their breathing calmed down.

Follow up!

Yes!*N

No one has any objections.

In addition to the authority Lan En has established in the past few days, their patrol team's own duties also include driving away bandits.

Its just that the Hirata family has never looked down upon these thieves who were struggling in the mountains, and the bandits did not dare to appear near Hirata Manor, so the existence of this responsibility was not obvious.

But this time, the tenant's son was killed on the edge of Longquan River, which was too close.

You cannot ignore emotions and reasons.

Lanns extraordinary senses could easily follow the stench of the bandits.

Within ten minutes, his ears could hear the roar of laughter.

The bandits were making noise happily, and they felt like they were finally going to make a big fuss after suppressing it for a long time.

Occasionally, two sentences mentioned the arrow that had just pierced the child's neck.

They all agreed that for the level of that shot, they should have an extra drink tonight.

In their eyes, the children of tenant farmers who pass by to chop wood are no more than human beings, just like the pheasants shot during hunting. They are just a reason to drink.

Lan En stood still in the forest more than ten meters behind the bandits.

His hand has already pulled out Arondette from behind.

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