#110. Ancient Temple (6)

#110. Ancient Temple (6)

A completely bald head, prayer beads in one hand, and robes much like those worn by Shaolin martial artists.

I felt a little uneasy, but he was unmistakably dressed like a monk. He even had dots marked on his head.

Were those called precept marks?

‘One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... Are you in ninth grade?’

But at well over two meters tall, with enormous muscles filling out his frame and a fearsome face that looked as if it had killed thousands, he was unmistakably reminiscent of a renegade monk.

-Gah!! A renegade monk, you say!!

“...Please don’t listen to other people’s thoughts.”

Come to think of it, one of the tales about the Vajra Divine Monk was that during the war between the Murim Alliance and the Demonic Alliance, he single-handedly wiped out absolute masters, including the Demonic Alliance leader. There was no way the number of martial artists who died in the aftermath was only in the double digits.

-Ahem! What do you take this old man for? I never committed unnecessary slaughter...