Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1492 1164. Breaking into the mountains

After everything was arranged, Master Rigo sat quietly and looked quietly outside the courtyard at Inabayama Castle in the distance.

The art of Japanese gardens comes from the Western continent after all.

Although certain localized style modifications have been made, the concept of ‘landscape’ has been inherited in one continuous line.

"Landscaping" means that in the construction of courtyards or gardens, it should be appreciated from a certain angle, so that the distant mountains, rivers, lakes and other scenery can be blended with the courtyard itself through visual effects.

At this time, Nichigo Shonin was able to frame a corner of Inaba Mountain and the Nagara River through the door frame on the opposite side of the courtyard, like a living painting.

Saito Douzan, who was still a minor figure at the time and came into the eyes of the Nagai family through his relationship with him, went to see this landscaping together with him.

At that time, Saito Michizan said: Inaba Mountain is solid and steep. It is a waste to only use it for landscaping instead of building a city. You nobles have reached such a state of luxury and decadence.

They had a good relationship at that time, and he regarded Saito Douzan as an outstanding talent who could be introduced into the family and become an effective retainer.

So when I heard this opinion, not only did I not feel offended or angry, I actually admired him even more.

But now that I think about it, Master Rihu can only feel resentful in his heart. This is probably his obvious ambition!

The long-standing resentment in his heart made the plump and fat body of [Dream-Eating Tapir] beside him tremble.

As if he was overjoyed by this resentment.

However, just when Master Rihuo was so immersed in the resentment of the past more than ten years, there was a faint noise at the foot of the mountain where the temple was located, which was growing from small to loud.

It's getting more and more annoying.

In the past, even during festivals, when believers flocked to the mountain to kowtow and pray, it was never so noisy.

How do the people down there manage things? It’s so messy and a bunch of rubbish!

And just when Master Rihu couldn't help it and wanted to call someone to ask what was going on, without him calling, a young novice was already standing anxiously outside the paper door and shouting.

"Master! Master is not good!"

"Why are you panicking! Is all the usual practice of chanting sutras and meditating in vain?"

"A thief is coming up the mountain!"

The little novice monk's shadow outside the paper door was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but he didn't even dare to knock on the door.

Master Rihu stood up suddenly, but turned to look at the guardian spirit beside him in even more shock.

Almost in sync with Master Rihu, Yun Danfengqing sucked out and circulated the resentment and filth at will, and the [Dream-Eating Tapir], who had been sitting calmly, seemed to be facing a formidable enemy!

Before Master Riguo made any movement, it had already completely stood up, and its fangs and long nose kept looking towards the bottom of the courtyard.

Those eyes, which also glowed with dreamy golden light, were so hostile that they could not be turned away.

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"Go straight to the temple?" Wu Ming kept dancing with the naginata and sickle in his hand, but his face was still confused, "Why would I do such a treasonous thing with you!"

"Didn't you follow me very simply before?"

Lan En asked strangely.

At the same time, "Bah!"

Alondette pulled it out diagonally from the neck of a monk soldier, and the blood spurted out from the wound as far as five meters away!

After the bald head in his hand was completely silent for a second, Lan En's broad palm was released from the opponent's bald head.

The kidnapped body was smashed to the ground, making a heavy 'clang' sound.

The iron material used in the armor of this monk soldier was so solid that it would make serious samurai under the daimyo feel envious.

But in front of a divine weapon like the Lake Lady's Sword, ordinary armor is no different than non-existence.

The long knife that fit Lan En's body shape was inserted diagonally from the base of the opponent's neck, and the knife head came out from the side of the thigh on the other side of the body.

"I thought we were just making a surprise attack! We'll retreat after destroying the evil spell!"

Wu Ming complained coldly.

"You understand a surprise attack? No one notices, no one sees, fast and sudden! Just retreat when it's done! Now we're going to rush directly to the mountain gate!"

"It's over"

Wu Ming, who killed a monk with a scythe, covered his head and sighed helplessly.

"After today, all the Nichiren sects in Japan will hunt us down, right? We have become enemies of Buddha, enemies of Buddha!"

"You are talking about enemies of Buddha," Lan En seemed indifferent, "It's just the Nichiren Sect, the Pure Land Sect, the Shingon Sect, etc. are not the same as it."

"And wasn't this a surprise attack? There is a magic circle on the mountain."

"Close your eyes! Look at my [Dancing Star] Meow!"

As soon as Lan En finished complaining, Linbuqiu's words, which even Wu Ming could understand through the guardian spirit, were heard.

The demon hunter turned his back, and Wu Ming swung his scythe, pulled up a corner of the animal skin cloak on his shoulders, and buried his head in it.

After a loud bang and a burst of bright light, muffled sounds and screams came one after another from places where no one could be seen.

Jōzaiji Temple is located next to Inaba Mountain. The mountain it is located on does not look too high.

But the terrain is equally sharp and rugged.

Violent geological movements have caused this place, like Inabayama, to have sharp cliffs as sharp as a knife or an ax, as well as numerous ravines and bumps.

Among the thick vegetation, there are no traces of the few strong men squatting in these places.

Lan En didn't care much. After all, his extraordinary senses and Mentos would not miss any battlefield information until the battle became intense.

But it was hard to say for Wuming and Flannel Ball.

However, these monks who were waiting for sneak attacks and sudden attacks were blinded by Flannel Ball's alchemical bombs and all showed their heads.

"Inhale~Exhale~"

The long, rhythmic and skillful breathing sounded under the evil ghost mask.

Wuming's ordinary-looking figure, holding a heavy weapon, the naginata sickle, suddenly had a burst of full strength out of thin air.

With a "click", she immediately shrunk the naginata sickle in her hand from a large sickle shape to a large closed folding knife style.

Now, the state of the naginata sickle is really similar to that of Yharnam's meat saw when it is closed.

And Wuming relied on the weapon's center of gravity, which was easier to change direction and control after being shrunk, to slash and sprint forward at a high speed!

The naginata sickle is the unique weapon of their [Chuye Yazhong] in Wuming's words.

In the state of the sickle with the greatest power and the slowest center of gravity rotation, the weapon technique is collectively called [Cai].

For example, when attacking Lan En before, if the first strike was successful, then Wuming's subsequent moves were connected, which was called [Cai of All Beings].

And the weapon technique of the long-handled naginata state is called [Feng].

After Wuming's blade was stuck by Lan En, the move after the weapon changed form was [Sanqian Feng].

And this state of closed folding knife-like shape, although the center of gravity is the easiest to control, but the power is also the smallest, the weapon technique is called [Blade].

Just like now!

[Naginata sickle·Surging Blade]!

After the black animal skin cloak fluttered and flashed, the three monks who were hiding in the gully on the roadside, closest to Qilin, suddenly spurted out several lines of blood and fell down screaming.

The New World Ancient Dragon, who was so excited when he set out before, now even took two steps back to the side and seemed a little sluggish and weak.

It blew out a breath of hot air under the rune cloth of the magic harness.

"Huff~"

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"Oh my." Bai Ze still had his hands behind his back and hunched over, looking like an old scholar, looking at the Qilin beside him, "The barrier of Changzai Temple is really powerful."

"It should be a counter-attack barrier. Qilin, you led us to rush up the mountainside in one breath, and directly took up the barrier's counterattack. It must be very uncomfortable now, right?"

Originally, Lan En did the same plan as Wuming, to suddenly attack and destroy the evil law, and make those [residues] harmless first, and then it would be easy to do anything.

But just when they wanted to rely on Qilin's high mobility to directly break into the temple hall on the mountain, Qilin only rushed less than halfway up the mountain, and its New World Ancient Dragon-level physical strength could no longer hold on!

The physical strength that was originally full to the point of not feeling anything at all disappeared as quickly as a flood.

According to Qilin's own description, when it was exercising normally, it had no concept of physical strength at all.

With its unique ancient dragon body, it had never felt "tired" except when facing special situations.

But after rushing straight to Changzai Temple, it felt that the physical strength it recovered and consumed seemed to be completely disproportionate.

It recovered slowly, but it was used up very quickly.

In the end, Qilin stopped where he was, panting heavily, with sticky saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth.

It felt like a big battle.

"Sigh!"

Qilin shook his head in dissatisfaction, and it seemed that he wanted to butt Bai Ze.

'Don't you know everything? Why didn't you see that there was something called a barrier on their mountain just now? ! Damn, so tired! ’

“I’m an expert in the knowledge of monsters and ghosts, and I even know a little about the underworld, but…”

Bai Ze dodged Kirin’s headbutt and said while stroking his beard.

“The magic of humans, whether it’s rituals or Buddhism, changes every few decades. I’ve only possessed Hanbei for a few years, and I haven’t been to the human world for a long time. I don’t recognize the magic they’ve developed now.”

“But it looks like…”

Bai Ze pushed his small round-framed glasses and looked at Kirin from left to right.

“The stuff you have on you now seems to be combined with Yin-Yang magic? It suppresses the Yang power in your body. No, it’s not just suppressing, it also uses Buddhism to directly dissolve it! I think so!!”

“That’s you, Kirin! Anyone in your situation would have fainted and died hundreds of times!”

“Oh my, using Buddhism combined with Yin-Yang magic to cast a curse on people and cause them to lose Yang, it’s really unethical.”

Bai Ze couldn’t see anything just by looking at the barrier, but once he combined it with the traces of the effect caused by the barrier’s counterattack on Kirin, he could immediately see some signs.

"I, Jiulin Mountain [Always in the Buddha's Light], will only suppress the evil people who come to the mountain with hostility! How dare you slander us!"

A monk soldier wearing a monk's hat and turban, with only a pair of eyes exposed on his head, shouted, and jumped down from a big rock on the side of the mountain road with a big axe!

His eyes were still crying in the wind because of the strong light just now.

The axe in his hand, the axe blade alone is as big as a cattail leaf fan, and it is thick and solid.

The martial arts skills in this world are very well developed. People who practice martial arts can even purify the power that does not belong to the human world by encouraging their physical strength to breathe.

Therefore, a big axe that looks at least dozens of pounds seems to have become normal.

But he was still in the process of jumping and chopping in the air, and suddenly felt a strong wind blowing on his face!

"Hu! Bang!"

"Uh!"

Lan En's big hand made a sound as he grabbed the monk's armored torso, that is, the upper edge of the breastplate.

This strong and majestic monk almost felt like a minor in Lan En's hand.

This time, not only the force of Lan En's attack, but also the weight of his own jump and chop, all pressed on the area of ​​​​one palm.

He almost fainted immediately, and his collarbone was also broken by the pressure.

If Lan En had just grabbed his neck, his head and body would have been torn apart.

"There is no blood on your body, and the blood on the weapon smelled earlier than you used it. Tsk, stay away if you haven't done anything wrong!"

Although monks and temples in the Warring States Period of Japan generally had a bad reputation, Lan En didn't think that there were no normal people among them.

Immediately, Lan En gently rolled the monk who had a broken collarbone and was still scolding him for "insulting Buddhism" down the mountain road.

Ignoring the bloody smell on the mountain road and the scolding coming from below, which was getting farther and farther away.

Lan En's deep eyes glanced at the seemingly empty sky, and then looked in a certain direction in the mountains.

"Don't worry, I have an idea about the barrier."