The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 545 Killing the Monk

"How to say?"

Lu Wushuang asked leisurely.

"Tsk!"

Ryota Miyoshi was sweating profusely and had no time to explain to her, nor did he want to get involved in this trouble. He just kept whispering to the others to leave.

But his haste only made things worse; his slightly raised voice carried on the wind to the paddy fields ahead. Among the monks reciting scriptures over the corpse, one who seemed to be the leader twitched his ears and turned to look in their direction.

"what!"

Ryota Miyoshi exclaimed.

He remembered his master's teachings before he left: "If you witness a monk committing murder, ignore everything else and turn around and leave before they notice!"

He was a good boy who listened to his master, and he turned around to abandon Li Miao and the other two and run away for his life.

But after taking just one step, he stopped.

His master had also taught him another saying: "A swordsman's sword is for protection, not for killing. I cannot pass on my swordsmanship to you, but you must remember how to be a swordsman."

Ryota Miyoshi gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

"Master didn't say which sentence to listen to!"

"He talks too much!"

Only now did he suddenly realize that his master was a chatterbox who could spout insights while eating and philosophical remarks even while farting... He was obedient, but which words should he listen to!
"do not care!"

He turned around abruptly, reaching out to grab Li Miao, while pointing at Nanako and shouting at Lu Wushuang.

"I'll carry him, you carry her, let's go!"

But just as he reached his hand in front of Li Miao, Li Miao suddenly pulled her hand out from under her cloak and grabbed his wrist with a snap.

"hiss!"

Ryota Miyoshi was momentarily stunned, but then his eyes widened in surprise.

"It's so cold!"

The hand that Li Miao grabbed was like an ice cube, completely devoid of warmth; it didn't feel like a living person at all!
He followed the arm and looked toward Li Miao.

Li Miao reached out and lifted his cloak, revealing his chest. He had been examining Lu Wushuang's wounds without closing the front of his cloak, allowing Miyoshi Ryota to see everything clearly.

Imagine a man dressed in black with a large, transparent hole in the front and back of his shirt grabbing your hand and smiling at you... Even in broad daylight, you couldn't stand it!

"Fuck!"

Miho Ryo jumped up and down in Taiyuan.

"Ghost!"

She jumped up and down while trying to shake off Li Miao's hand.

But how could he possibly shake off Li Miao? He was like a monkey with its arm tied, jumping around aimlessly.

After jumping a few times, a series of hurried footsteps came from the side.

A monk dressed in black and white robes, carrying a blood-stained naginata, scaled the gentle slope and rushed to the group, but did not attack. He simply offered a single-handed salute and politely inquired.

"Greetings, gentlemen."

Seeing that he didn't make a move, Lu Wushuang replied with a smile.

"Thank you for your courtesy."

Are you all followers of Buddhism?

"No."

"Oh...would you be willing to convert to Buddhism?"

The monk showed no sign of hostility, and asked with a kind and gentle expression, as blood dripped down the handle of the knife.

Lu Wushuang narrowed her eyes, her smile fading.

"What if I'm willing? What if I'm not?"

The monk smiled and said, “If you are willing, we will do our part to help you cross the sea of ​​suffering and gain merit, so we will naturally be grateful to you. I see that you are on your way, and coincidentally, I just received some money here.”

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out several bloodstained gold coins, thin and round, weighing about three or four ounces, which he held out in his palm and handed to Lu Wushuang.

"These are for you as travel expenses."

His smile was so genuine and kind that he seemed oblivious to the bloodstains on the gold coins.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Lu Wushuang was just staring at him with a cold smile and showed no intention of reaching out to take it, he continued speaking with his smile unchanged.

"What if you don't want to..."

With a flick of his wrist, the gold coin fell to the ground with a clinking sound.

"Well, it's just a bit troublesome."

With a kick of his back foot, the naginata spun half a circle, its blade pointing forward. The naginata was originally a long-handled weapon, and with this spin, the blade was now right in front of Lu Wushuang.

"Several people are trapped in the sea of ​​suffering and unable to save themselves. As a Buddhist disciple, I cannot stand idly by... I can only help them enter the cycle of reincarnation as soon as possible, and see if they can achieve enlightenment in the next life."

Lu Wushuang frowned.

She understood what the monk meant: if you don't believe, then die. It wasn't that she was afraid of the monk, but she really wasn't used to Buddhist disciples speaking like that.

In the subconscious minds of all the martial arts practitioners in Da Shuo, the image of Buddhist disciples had long been shaped into that of Xing Chi. So, upon suddenly encountering a wicked monk, she instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

Moreover, she had met Bodhidharma and had a certain bias towards him. She also knew that Buddhism was introduced to Japan by Bodhidharma, and that Japanese Buddhism was part of his lineage, and that it was fighting with Shintoism... So subconsciously, she considered Buddhism to be on her side.

In hindsight, she had taken things for granted.

"Sir, that's what he said."

Ignoring the blade thrust in front of him, Lu Wushuang turned and translated the monk's words to Li Miao. Li Miao, after listening, also let out a cold laugh.

"I always said that the Buddhist sect in Da Shuo has become a bit wicked. Now it seems that the root of the problem lies with Master Xing Chi. If it weren't for him, and some heartless bald monk had become the abbot of Shaolin... hehe."

"The lineage must ultimately be inherited by people. These Japanese people like to arbitrarily change things. The lineage of Bodhidharma has been passed down in their hands for thousands of years. It's not surprising that it has become some kind of monster now."

Li Miao waved his hand.

"Kill it."

clang!
Lu Wushuang slapped the side of the blade with one palm, then raised his hand and struck the monk's face with another.

The monk, already on guard, stepped back to avoid him, about to swing his naginata to cut Lu Wushuang in half at the waist. But just as he stepped back, a cold glint suddenly flashed from Lu Wushuang's sleeve.

He felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows and then lost consciousness.

Lu Wushuang wiped the soft sword that had been protruding from her sleeve on the corpse and gave a disdainful sneer.

"They are far inferior to the masters of Shaolin."

"Sir, please wait a moment."

He immediately jumped off the oxcart and ran towards the monks who were running in this direction.

After a cup of tea, Lu Wushuang returned.

"Sir, it's all cleaned up."

"There were no survivors. The dead included both the old and the young, and they were probably just passing through. But some of them were wearing Shinto amulets, so they must have been Shinto followers. I suppose they were killed because they refused to believe in Buddhism."

"I never imagined the conflict between Shintoism and Buddhism had escalated to this point. The massacre of innocent believers would have been eradicated long ago in Da Shuo!"

Li Miao shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Ryota Miyoshi, who had been held captive for half a day, finally realized what was happening.

At least the man in front of me isn't a ghost.

And he seems to be a good person.

So he tentatively said...

"Gentlemen, could you please grant me a request?"

"When you're running for your lives, could you take me with you?"

(End of this chapter)