Chapter: 1506
�Amitabha! Amitabha!�
Bo-kyeong tried to calm his mind by rolling his prayer beads. But his mind did not calm down easily.
Bo-kyeong continued to walk aimlessly. After walking for a long time, he came to a deserted place.�
Suddenly, Bo-kyeong�s eyes narrowed.
He could see something moving in the dark.
At first, he thought it was a stray cat. But it was too big to be considered a stray cat.
It was definitely a person.
�What?�
It was already nighttime.�
Most of the warriors had gone to bed. Only those who had to stand guard should be out and running at this time.�
With how the security in the manor had been heightened many times over because of the recent assassinations, people also refrained from moving at night.
There was only one possible reason for a person to move stealthily like this at a time like this.�
�An assassin!�
Bo-kyeong�s face stiffened.�
He thought about alerting Monk Un-hae, but that would mean losing sight of the assassin.�
So he decided to subdue the assassin with his own hands.
He thought that if he could subdue the assassins, then he could end up restoring the Shaolin Temple�s tarnished reputation. This was a blessing in disguise.�
He also wanted to personally avenge the death of Seong-un, who lost his life to an assassin. This kind of mindset would normally not have been considered by a disciple of Buddha, but in the end, he was also human.�
Furthermore, he felt greatly responsible for Seong-un�s death.
He had not slept well, not for a single day, ever since Seong-un�s death.�
�Amitabha! I�m sure Buddha will forgive me for staining my hands with blood.�
Bo-kyeong chased the assassin into the darkness.
He hid his presence as best as he could.�
Although he had never learned stealth professionally, with his mastery of Shaolin martial arts, he did not find it difficult to conceal himself.�
The assassin was travelling along the roof.
Bo-kyeong also climbed and ran through the roof, his robes fluttering.
At times like this, the wide-armed robe felt quite cumbersome.
Bo-kyeong pulled the hem of his rob as tight as he could to keep it from brushing against the tiles.�
�Hoo!�
He let out a sigh without realizing it, but then shut his mouth in surprise. JrNovels.com
Bo-kyeong tried to calm his mind by rolling his prayer beads. But his mind did not calm down easily.
Bo-kyeong continued to walk aimlessly. After walking for a long time, he came to a deserted place.�
Suddenly, Bo-kyeong�s eyes narrowed.
He could see something moving in the dark.
At first, he thought it was a stray cat. But it was too big to be considered a stray cat.
It was definitely a person.
�What?�
It was already nighttime.�
Most of the warriors had gone to bed. Only those who had to stand guard should be out and running at this time.�
With how the security in the manor had been heightened many times over because of the recent assassinations, people also refrained from moving at night.
There was only one possible reason for a person to move stealthily like this at a time like this.�
�An assassin!�
Bo-kyeong�s face stiffened.�
He thought about alerting Monk Un-hae, but that would mean losing sight of the assassin.�
So he decided to subdue the assassin with his own hands.
He thought that if he could subdue the assassins, then he could end up restoring the Shaolin Temple�s tarnished reputation. This was a blessing in disguise.�
He also wanted to personally avenge the death of Seong-un, who lost his life to an assassin. This kind of mindset would normally not have been considered by a disciple of Buddha, but in the end, he was also human.�
Furthermore, he felt greatly responsible for Seong-un�s death.
He had not slept well, not for a single day, ever since Seong-un�s death.�
�Amitabha! I�m sure Buddha will forgive me for staining my hands with blood.�
Bo-kyeong chased the assassin into the darkness.
He hid his presence as best as he could.�
Although he had never learned stealth professionally, with his mastery of Shaolin martial arts, he did not find it difficult to conceal himself.�
The assassin was travelling along the roof.
Bo-kyeong also climbed and ran through the roof, his robes fluttering.
At times like this, the wide-armed robe felt quite cumbersome.
Bo-kyeong pulled the hem of his rob as tight as he could to keep it from brushing against the tiles.�
�Hoo!�
He let out a sigh without realizing it, but then shut his mouth in surprise. JrNovels.com
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