The layout is similar to the temples I have seen before, but the temples in Longhua Mountain are obviously more luxurious than those in the mainland.
Song Yunqian and her master had stayed in the temple for a few days and knew where the guest rooms for overnight guests were usually built. They quickly found the guest rooms specially for guests behind the Sutra Building on the east side.
If you look closely, the architectural style of the temple's guest rooms is actually quite similar to the so-called Japanese style.
To be precise, it should be a Japanese architectural style, which is similar to the architectural style of traditional temples in China.
There is a whole row of guest rooms. If you want to know which one Yamamoto Guizi lives in, it’s simple. Just choose the one with someone guarding the door.
Song Yun stood in the shadows, looking at the two men guarding outside the guest room from afar.
In the faint moonlight, Song Yun could see that the two men were wearing traditional samurai uniforms with samurai swords slung around their waists.
The two men stood there motionless like door gods. They were taller and stronger than any Japanese devils Song Yun had seen before, and looked quite intimidating.
Unfortunately, Song Yun couldn't be scared.
She hid in the dark, estimated the distance, held two pebbles in her hands, walked slowly for dozens of meters in the shadows, and then stopped. When the distance was almost right, she flicked her wrist and the two pebbles flew out at the same time.
The night in the temple was very quiet. The sound of pebbles breaking through the air attracted the attention of the two Japanese warriors. They subconsciously wanted to dodge, but it was too late. The speed of the pebbles was much faster than they had imagined. Before they could dodge, the stones had hit the two men's eyebrows at the same time.
The two men didn't even have time to scream. They just groaned and fell down.
The man who was resting with his eyes closed in the room suddenly opened his eyes. Without a second's hesitation, he quickly got out of bed, holding a samurai sword placed on the bedside.
Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, who was in a light sleep in the inner room, heard the noise and asked, "Ono-kun?"
Ohno had already reached the door, the smell of blood already penetrating his nose through the crack of the door. He turned his head and ordered Yamamoto, "Hold your gun and don't come out."
Yamamoto frowned, sat up, reached under the pillow and pulled out a pistol.
He was not worried because Ohno had never been defeated.
I'm just curious, who would come to trouble him at this time, and who would dare to trouble him.
Outside, Song Yun threw a stone the moment the door opened, but unfortunately it was hit.
This was the first time someone was able to dodge the stone she threw. It seemed that Heilong was not exaggerating. Yamamoto Guizi really had a bodyguard with excellent kung fu skills.
Ohno had already seen the people who threw stones at him.
In the dim night, he could only see that it was a slender woman, but his appearance was not very clear.
"who?"
Song Yun walked out slowly, "Your grandma."
Song Yun spoke in Chinese, which Daye obviously understood. He was furious and surprised at the same time. From the voice, he knew it was a very young girl.
He turned his head to look at the wooden door that had just been hit by the stone. There was a big hole in it, and there were tons of cracks all over the door. It was estimated that the whole door would fall apart if it was touched casually. Is this the strength a young girl should have?
Ohno's eyes sparkled with excitement.
He had heard that China had some secret internal martial arts that were not passed on to outsiders. He had been searching for them for years but couldn't find them. He didn't expect that someone would bring them to his doorstep.
"Little girl, you are so arrogant. Who is your master?"
Song Yun walked towards Daye step by step and said calmly: "I am your grandmother, so my master is of course your ancestor."
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