Chapter 564: Enryaku-ji

Yuan Chaoliang stepped into the Enryaku-ji mountain gate.

"Li Miao's injuries have not healed, and he can barely manage a positional battle, but his movements are restricted, and his speed will not be very fast... It is estimated that it will take at least an hour before he arrives."

"Enough."

Enryaku-ji was the center of Japanese Buddhism. Even excluding the monk soldiers who went to the Tang Zhaotisi to besiege Li Miao, the remaining monks were bustling, showing no signs of emptiness.

Seeing Yuan Chaoliang walk in wearing Shinto official robes, the monks immediately surrounded him, their eyes full of hostility, and their weapons clanged on the ground.

The bottom-level monks did not know about the cooperation between Shintoism and Buddhism; they only thought Yuan Chaoliang was an enemy coming to provoke, and walked over carrying weapons.

"You guy, are—"

Yuan Chaoliang swung his folding fan with a smile.

Swish!

Blood bloomed, heads flew, and a patch of headless corpses fell.

Before the surrounding monks could react, Yuan Chaoliang smiled kindly, flashed into the crowd, and instantly sprinkled a rain of blood.

The monks fell like wheat stalks.

In terms of killing speed, he was not much slower than Li Miao.

It was just that this was Enryaku-ji after all. He had only killed for a cup of tea's time when a roar came from afar.

"Bastard! Stop!"

A true energy palm print slapped toward Yuan Chaoliang from afar. Yuan Chaoliang's eyes flashed, and he dodged, ignoring the newcomer entirely, turning around to slaughter the monks again.

"Stop!"

Another roar, already close by.

An old monk smashed down from mid-air, and while still in mid-air, he punched Yuan Chaoliang's crown. Before he landed, the fist wind pressed the monks within a few zhang around him to the ground. The monks standing next to Yuan Chaoliang were directly pressed to break their bones, and before they could scream, they were inserted into their internal organs by the broken bones and died vomiting blood.

Yuan Chaoliang raised his fan and fought him in mid-air.

Boom!

In just an instant, the folding fan disintegrated.

Yuan Chaoliang took the opportunity to retreat, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth—in terms of head-on fighting, few sects in the Central Plains Jianghu dared to contend with Shaolin, and Enryaku-ji, which had the same inheritance as Shaolin, was naturally the same. Even if the realm was the same, he suffered internal injuries from this blow.

Fortunately, Buddhist inheritance was not famous for light work either.

Yuan Chaoliang flashed out a few zhang, taking the opportunity while the old monk had not yet caught up to adjust his breath and heal his injuries.

But before he could finish a breath, a shrill wind sounded behind him again, and a palm, a fist, a blade, and a sword attacked his back.

Dashuaibei Hand, Dali Vajra Palm!

Pojie Blade Technique, Cibei Sword Technique!

Yuan Chaoliang barely turned around, slapped away the blade and sword, and blocked the fist, but was slapped on the shoulder by a palm, causing him to vomit blood and fly backward.

"Pfft—"

Yuan Chaoliang was in mid-air, with nowhere to borrow force.

At this moment, the old monk who had smashed down from mid-air also arrived below him, set up a fist stance, and punched his back.

Boom!

Yuan Chaoliang was hit solidly by a punch, his spine let out a mournful cry, his ribs broke one by one, and he vomited blood again in mid-air, landing on the ground.

Even if the old monk didn't want to kill him, this punch injured his heart pulse, making it difficult to recover for a while. He lay on the ground for a while before he caught his breath, supported his upper body with both hands, wiped the blood off his face, and looked forward weakly.

Five people stood in front of him.

The old monk, and the four monks who had ambushed him under the cover of the crowd, had surrounded him. Blades and swords crossed on his back, and the old monk twisted his prayer beads, walked to his front, and used his instep to lift his chin.

"Palace Master."

The old monk asked expressionlessly.

"The old monk is very puzzled, can you clear up my confusion?"

Yuan Chaoliang coughed up blood. He now had no power to resist and was insulted by the old monk using his foot to lift his face, but his face still maintained that kind smile.

"Seat Master... cough cough, please speak."

The old monk asked slowly.

"Where are the others?"

He naturally knew the plan to besiege Li Miao tonight.

Yuan Chaoliang smiled. ===== CHAPTER 565 =====