The sun sank westward. The legendary Twilight of the Gods was almost upon them again.
Zhao Si moved the Fudo Myoo effigy down from the main hall and placed it somewhere concealed.
He straightened his clothes and sat in the deity's place without the slightest embarrassment.
Helena knelt on the floor, assuming a posture of prayer.
Among them, she was a Finger Maiden, and prayer was what she did best.
Malenia lay in ambush on a roof beam, her beloved blade hanging at the small of her back, ready to be drawn at any moment.
With their lineup and their identities, they could sweep through the Land of Reeds.
There would be nothing they could not resolve.
Whatever demon it was, they could handle it.
Zhao Si simply wanted to see what kind of thing dared to act so brazenly.
According to Wuxiu, the entire temple showed signs of corruption.
He could not help thinking of Senpou Temple.
All of Senpou Temple had been corrupted. The monks dreamed of immortality and became "Living Buddhas."
Yet they were not Buddhas in the end, nor could they become Buddhas.
Through evil methods, they could neither attain enlightenment nor gain wisdom.
Attachment to appearances.
Even the Buddha ultimately entered nirvana. What right did they have to covet immortality?
Wangxiang Temple was merely an ordinary temple.
Its warrior monks were hardly skilled, falling far short of Misenin's ninja hunters and martial monks.
Speaking of Misenin's ninja hunters, their signature cross spears had to be mentioned.
They looked very much like Hozoin-ryu cross spears.
Perhaps a monk had once studied under a Hozoin-ryu master and left the spear techniques he learned at Misenin.
They had even developed a specialized form for hunting ninja.
They had certainly gone to great lengths.
Unfortunately, their skills were still