The Legend of the Guardians of the East Gate
Ch. 6

The group of robbers who numbered no more than fifteen people were so shocked, and with lightning fast prepared to fight with their respective weapons.

While on top of the tree the person called Uncle Yang undoes the intention to leave, the man slightly frowned while stroking his black beard.

"Sacred Father, wait a minute, maybe we can do something from here," the inner person called that Yang uncle, said, while staring at the two boys beside him who look so surprised by the bloody events that they may have witnessed for the first time.

"You two must follow all the words of uncle this time, do not break anything that uncle said," said Uncle Yang, his eyes still seeing the incident as so interested very different from before.

The monk inserted his right hand into the sleeve of the robe and quickly took it out again, three small ball grains were already clamped by the four fingertips, and threw it towards the group, where it fell, the small ball grain made of black stone penetrated the bodies of the robbers, and in one strike more than half the group of robbers had been killed, and the rest of them tried to escape, and in one fell swoop, however the old monk did not let him, and quickly released another small ball grain towards the robbers who tried to escape it.

Only two people had managed to escape the old Monk's throw, yet the person called uncle Yang had already darted and massacred the two.

And now the person called uncle Yang was already in the presence of the old Monk was followed by his two little friends.

"Killing an expert swordsman with just one punch? Sincerely to me Great Monk Luo, only Great Monk Luo possesses that much pure qi energy in the Golden Lotus Sacred Temple," said the person called uncle Yang.

The old monk fused to the four fingers of his left hand in front of his chest while bowing.

"Oh, the master's observation is very good, even knowing clearly the level of a swordsman just by looking at a few attacks, is very extraordinary, he said, only the second elder of the sword-eye of the Sky Sword sect has this kind of ability, brother Yang Yu Feng is happy to meet you," Great Monk Luo said, nodding.

Yang Yu Feng fused his two fists together and bowed in return for the respect of the old monk,

"You praise me too much Great Monk," Yang Yu Feng said

Yang Yu Feng threw down the sleeves of his wide robe and put his hands together behind his back, and stepped closer to his two little friends.

"From now on you two are friends with the boy," Yang Yu Feng said softly.

Xu Guang Zhou and Xiao Ling who promised to obey all of Yang Yu Feng's words only nodded, the two of them approached the slave boy, and quickly the little boy knelt down, and both his hands held his knees that touched the ground, as he always did if he met his master's son.

Yang Yu Feng approached Big Monk Luo and looked towards the three little children who were reprimanding each other.

"What big brother are you going to do with that poor boy? asked Yang Yu Feng.

"Aaahhh, what a pity, very dear, I came a little late but this has happened, intentionally or unintentionally the little boy's hand was tainted with blood," great Monk Luo's speech came to a halt while shaking his head while taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly.

"So, I must take her to the temple, to purify her soul from the lust of killing so that she will not do it again, and after her I will escort her to her family or wherever she wishes, because in the Temple we did not accept monks under the age of 30, but if you want to stay in the temple, this boy can work as a little servant, even if he wants it," said the Great Monk Luo.

Yang Yu Feng nodded his head,

"Big Monk this time you are big virtuous you raised a slave into a servant, that boy is really lucky, if you need any help, you do not need to hesitate just say it," yang Yu Feng said.

"Brother misunderstood, in the temple we do not know the social level, everyone is the same, they come to pray, want to be a monk, or be a servant, he said, will be received while it is considered necessary by the temple administrators, I do nothing Budi," said the Great Monk Luo.

Yang Yu Feng simply nodded, approving of Big Monk Luo's remark, the two old men approached the three boys who had already started talking to each other.

Big Monk Luo bent his body slightly closer to the slave boy,

"say your name, little brother, and are you the son of a mother-dak?" big Monk Luo's speech suddenly came to a halt with a slightly wrinkled forehead.

"wait a moment," Great Monk Luo said again while holding a face full of stains and blood, The old monk noticed something on the boy's left cheek, rubbed a few times the stain under the boy's left eye, so it began to clear there were two small letters lined up beautifully in the corner of the boy's left cheek. The old monk's face grew increasingly shocked and quickly examined the nape, as well as pressing his two fingers on the shoulder bone as well as the ribs of the slave boy.

Great Monk Luo shook his head a few times, making Yang Yu Feng become curious.

"say what's your name, little brother?" asked the Great Monk Luo.

"my name is Zhi Yuan" the boy replied.

"Zhi Yuan?" Big Monk Luo mimicked the boy's remark, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Siku what is wrong? or is the boy hurt?" yang Yu Feng asked so curiously.

Big Monk Luo took a deep breath, though,

"Of course there is no brother Yang, it's just that I feel a little inferior, at my age of almost 200 years, my knowledge is so superficial, I don't even recognize letters like this, I don't even know letters like this, and this kind of bone of the boy is the Sutra bone," said the Great Monk Luo, shaking his head full of disbelief