Chapter 489: Killing Monks

"How so?"

Lu Wushuang asked with leisure.

"Tch!"

Miyoshi Ryota was sweating with anxiety; he had no leisure to explain to her, nor did he want to get involved in this trouble, only repeatedly and softly urging them to leave.

But it would have been better if he hadn't urged them; this anxiety slightly raised his voice, and the sound traveled with the wind to the water fields ahead. One of the monks who was chanting scriptures over the corpses seemed to have his ears twitch, and he turned his head to look over.

"Ah!"

Miyoshi Ryota exclaimed.

He remembered his master's teaching before he left: "If you encounter monks killing people, don't worry about anything else; turn around and leave before they notice you!"

He was a good child who listened to his master, and he turned to abandon Li Miao and the others to save his life.

But just as he took a step, he stopped again.

Because his master had also taught him another sentence: "A swordsman's sword is used for protection, not for killing. I cannot teach you my swordsmanship, but you must remember how to be a swordsman."

Miyoshi Ryota gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

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

"He talks too much!"

Only now did he suddenly realize—his master was a chatterbox who could come up with insights while eating a meal and spout philosophy while passing gas... he was obedient, but which one should he listen to!

"Forget it!"

He turned abruptly, reaching out to grab Li Miao, while pointing at Nana-ko and shouting at Lu Wushuang.

"I'll carry him, you carry her, run!"

But just as his hand reached Li Miao, Li Miao suddenly reached out from under his cloak and *snap*, grabbed his wrist.

"Hiss!"

Miyoshi Ryota was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

"So cold!"

The hand Li Miao used to grab him was like an ice cube, without a trace of warmth; how could he be a living person!

He looked at Li Miao along his arm.

Li Miao reached out, lifting his cloak and revealing his chest. He had shown Lu Wushuang his wound earlier but hadn't closed his front, allowing Miyoshi Ryota to see it clearly.

Think about it, a man wrapped in black clothes with a transparent hole in his chest grabbing your hand and smiling at you... even in broad daylight, it was unbearable!

"*Uso* (Holy shit)!"

Miyoshi Ryota jumped on the spot.

"Ghost!"

While jumping, he tried to shake off Li Miao's hand.

But how could he shake off Li Miao? He was like a monkey with its arm tied, jumping up and down.

Just after jumping a few times, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the side.

Monks in black and white robes, carrying blood-stained *naginata*, climbed up the gentle slope and ran to the front of them, but they didn't attack. They just performed a single-palm salute and asked politely.

"Greetings, everyone."

Seeing they didn't attack, Lu Wushuang also smiled and replied.

"Greetings."

"Are you all followers of my Buddha?"

"No."

"Oh... then would you like to convert to my Buddha?"

The monk asked with a kind face, without a trace of hostility, blood dripping down the shaft of his blade.

Lu Wushuang narrowed her eyes and withdrew her smile.

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

The monk said with a smile.