Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1490 1162. Master Sun Protector

Jiulinshan is always in the temple.

This is the name of this temple, which enjoys a certain reputation in the Mino area and even in Japan as a whole.

This is mainly because this temple believes in Nichiren Buddhism. It is also the only temple in the Inaba area that believes in Nichiren Buddhism.

Today, Nichiren Buddhism is the branch with the highest reputation and momentum among Japanese Buddhism.

The difference between Nichiren Buddhism and other sects is that they are not directly related to Buddhism from the Western continent. The name of the sect is directly named after its founder, Nichiren.

It is a Buddhist school born in Japan.

The teachings of Nichiren Buddhism believe that only the Myoho-renge-kyo, also known as the Lotus Sutra, is the true dharma of Buddhism, and denounces the other sects as evil dharma.

During the time of the founder Nichiren Shonin, he even wrote to the Japanese court, wanting to declare the Lotus Sutra as the righteous Dharma through a decree and abolish the remaining schools of Pure Land, Shingon, Zen, etc.

This extreme approach caused Nichiren Shonin to experience several exiles.

After all, most of the time, people still use their brains.

But today, the world has been in turmoil for eighty-eight years. The more chaotic the world becomes, the more extreme doctrines and opinions will have a market and fans.

Regardless of East or West, people are generally the same.

No one is smarter than anyone else, and no one is more rational than anyone else.

Therefore, in this chaotic Japanese Warring States Period, the Nichiren Sect was like the Church of Eternal Fire in the magical Middle Ages.

Because of its extreme teachings, it can carry out activities with more organizational power and efficiency than other sects.

Master Ribo looked toward the courtyard.

Looking down from the yard on the mountainside, you can see the Nagara River on the opposite side.

The large mountain in front of the temple towering over the Mino Plain is Mount Inaba.

"If it was a few decades ago, then from here at this moment, Inaba Mountain would be a dense green, without any other colors."

The temple master, who was wearing a robe embellished with gold threads and a monk's hat decorated with jade and pearls on his head, spoke softly as if expressing himself.

From the back, this set of solemn clothes will make people look fat, but at the same time they also look very aura.

However, the few people who maintained the soil seat posture and carefully knelt behind the seat master knew that if they looked at Master Rigo from the front, he actually had a peaceful face and looked young.

Her jaw is slightly wide, her sandalwood-colored eyebrows are slender, her eyes are gentle, and her lips are red, making her reminiscent of the ladies in those paintings.

But even though they had all seen the Master's gentle and feminine face, they still didn't dare to move at this time.

"It's a pity." Sure enough, after sighing with emotion, Master Rigo continued, "Since Horenbo came to Mino, established a firm foothold, and built this Inaba Mountain Castle, the variegated colors on the mountain have become more and more... Bigger. It’s like a spreading abscess.”

"It's really ugly, isn't it?" Master Rihuo turned his head slightly and showed a profile, "A mud-legged man with no sense of elegance ruined the scenery like this for the sake of a city."

Although the group of people behind Master Rigo wore ordinary clothes, under the clothes, the cold outlines of their huddled movements could be clearly seen.

These people were wearing armor, and even if the armor was covered with clothes, it still smelled like blood.

With disheveled beard and hair, and fierce eyes, I am afraid that when people in this era are traveling far away on the road, their first reaction when encountering such a person is - mountain bandit!

They are indeed bandits. To be more precise, they are not just ordinary bandits, they are the leaders of several bands of bandits in Meinong!

But at this time, the bandit leaders, who were killing people, setting fires, eating meat and drinking wine, were like a few domestic dogs, kneeling quietly behind a person from outside the area, a senior monk.

It's just like the Shura Yaksha in the Buddhist murals who were inspired by the Buddha and sincerely paid homage to him.

If it were seen by believers who often stay in the temple, they might shed pious tears immediately and express their feelings about the boundless Dharma, right?

But the greater possibility is that believers who see this scene will immediately disappear from this world.

The bandit leaders didn't dare to talk to him because they knew that the Master didn't want to talk to them, the pig-dog-like things that didn't even have a last name.

Just feeling emotional.

And who is feeling emotional?

Falianfang, as far as these bandit leaders know, should be the name of the [Meinong Viper] who became a monk when he was young.

At that time, Master Rihu, who had a close personal relationship with him, was called Nanyangfang.

It seemed that the master, who was born in the Nagai family, a powerful family in Mino, had not lost the slightest bit of resentment and regret in his chest even if his life was spared by the other party.

The bandit leaders were thinking vaguely.

The other party was born in the Nagai family and became the head of the temple. Even in Meinong now, most of the big shots are related to others.

It's different from the mud-legged ones like myself, so it's normal to think about it.

"Everyone, now is the time to start preparing to make a fortune."

After expressing his emotions, Master Rihu turned around and spoke in a very pragmatic and down-to-earth manner.

As soon as the word 'make money' came out, the bandit leaders who were just crouching and kneeling now had light in their eyes and raised their heads.

"Go ahead and burn and kill them."

Master Rihu's calm and deep voice was now like a living worm, burrowing into people's ears and brains.

"In a few days, chaos will break out in many places. That's a good time for you to rush into villages, rape and plunder, and make a fortune."

The gorgeous robes wrapped the peaceful monk, and his delicate hands were turning the sandalwood Buddhist beads.

But the monk with a peaceful and compassionate face said calmly and calmly, which made the bandits smile unconsciously.

"Rape women and girls, kill babies and the elderly, take away men as coolies, empty the property and slaughter livestock."

The Rihu Master still spoke peacefully, but as the Buddhist beads turned, the corners of the bandits' mouths became wider and wider.

"Just, just like what we did before?"

In the excitement, the bandits even dared to interrupt.

And the Rihu Master didn't care at all, smiling like a generous elder.

"Yes."

"Kill and burn as you like. You can do whatever you want to those pig-dog-like lowly people. Their resentment and filth are all things that are not worthy of being on the table."

"Vainly things." The monk's hat shook his head gently, "Even after death, they are still cheap."

The bandits didn't think anything was wrong.

They have been working for the Rihu monk for several years, and they are indeed as the monk said, killing people and robbing, torturing others, but their hands are not stained with any [filth].

Even if they live in the mountains, no dirty things come to them.

This is all thanks to the Buddha's blessing!

"Then, then how should we arrange the order this time?"

A bandit leader asked impatiently.

"It's time for us to take action first, Master!"

In order not to attract attention, so that people can't notice that the several gangs of bandits in Minong have been integrated into a whole.

Usually, they even have to rob according to order and plan.

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Killing and robbing has become a business that requires following the rules.

But this time

"No, no need."

The light voice of Rihu Shangren made the excited bandits silent immediately.

"Go, go together. Burn, kill."

These words were simply said without thinking.

But for some reason, it was a good day in the morning, but after the sun shone into this Zen temple, people inexplicably did not feel warm.

The bandit leaders seemed to have lost their minds at this time.

There was a faint red light in their eyes.

"The accumulation has been completed."

Speaking without a beginning or an end, Rihu Shangren stood up steadily amid the sound of the luxurious clothes rubbing, and took out two boxes, one large and one small, from the shelf in his room.

One was square and the other was long.

He pushed the square box, which could almost be called a box, towards the bandits and opened the lid.

Suddenly, a psychedelic golden light shone into everyone's eyes.

Those people's eyes, which had already turned red, were now more intoxicated and obsessed by the psychedelic golden light.

Even pure gold under the sun would never have such an attractive and beautiful light.

"Take the spirit stone. Use it as you like."

"Whether it's to attract monsters as the vanguard or to insert it into your own body, I have taught you, right?"

"And it doesn't matter how you want to make trouble, but someone must go to the Thirteen Sakura Village that disrespects the Buddha, that's it."

In silence, the smiles on the faces of several bandit leaders became bigger and bigger.

They hugged the square box, several arms tangled together, as if no one wanted to let go. The iron pieces of armor under the clothes began to hold on until they made a crackling sound, but they didn't let go.

Rihu Shangren no longer looked at them, but just listened to the sound of wrestling and panting getting farther and farther away.

And he leisurely moved an easel from the bookshelf.

Opening the remaining long box, a scroll was hung on the easel and slowly hung down to unfold.

A picture of a woman with a simple composition and color appeared on the easel.

Master Higurashi knelt in front of the picture of the woman, as if he was seriously appreciating it.

But as the sunlight from outside flickered, a strange sound that seemed to surge from the cracks in the ground appeared.

This sound was like the wind, shuttling through the courtyard.

It was like the screams and wails of humans under fire and slashing.

It was hard to tell whether it was an illusion of the wind or a real scream.

On the scroll, the woman who was originally graceful and closed her eyes slowly opened her eyes in the change of light and shadow, and her peaceful face became ferocious and grew fangs.

A gray ink stain that ordinary people could not see spread from the scroll and dripped onto the ground, spreading towards Master Higurashi who was kneeling and appreciating the painting.

The master did not move, but a magical beast suddenly appeared beside him.

It was a tapir, as dreamy and golden as the so-called spiritual stone shining on a person's face just now, with a crown and Shinto talisman patterns on his body.

After opening its mouth, it sucked with its long nose, swallowed the spreading ink, and then spit it out, covering the scroll.

The dream-eating tapir squatted beside the Sun Guard Master.

It seemed that they were both a man and a beast, admiring this filthy painting.

[Residual filth] would tend to target someone. This was incredible enough.

But this incredible resentment and hatred was suppressed invisibly by the guardian spirit in front of the Sun Guard Master.

Even those filth could not consume themselves.

The Sun Guard Master wanted these filth to be consumed in such a place, and then they were qualified to consume in other places.