Hogwarts Summoning Guide

The young master of the coachman is a frail and sickly young man named Ono Heiji. He is the second son of the Ono family, a prominent family in Kyoto. This trip is to visit the eminent monk Fugen Master and seek guidance on life.

Listening to Ono Heiji talking about the trivial matters of his family, Bai Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes. He just heard the coachman Yamato speak politely, Bai Lin thought his master was also a knowledgeable person, who knew he was just a member of the family?

The poor guy who was bullied in his life still wanted to compete for power with his eldest son Ono Goo.

Bai Lin was of course not interested in helping Ono Heiji seize power, but he was very interested in the legend of Master Fukumoto.

"Master Fuyuan came to Nihong from the east five years ago. Because he was already very old when he arrived and could no longer endure the hardships of traveling and traveling back to the Tang Dynasty, he established a Zen monastery in Taxing Mountain. While practicing Buddhism, he also provided services to the surrounding towns.

The villagers gave me some pointers." Ono Heiji weakly explained.

Bai Lin sighed slightly. It was probably not because he was afraid of the long journey, but because at this time, the Later Tang Dynasty had probably been destroyed by Shi Jingtang's Khitan army. Master Fuyuan knew that his hometown was no longer there, so he was forced to stay.

Bai Lin followed Onoya's narrow carriage and walked quickly, chatting without saying a word, and soon set foot on the rugged mountain road. Bai Lin was a little confused. Master Fuyuan was very famous, but it seemed that no one had walked here for a long time.

pass.

After walking for about ten miles, a mountain gate with a Tang style stood in front of him, but it was already dilapidated and even seemed to have been damaged by someone. Bai Lin clearly felt an evil aura coming from the mountain.

When he got down, he stretched out his hand to block Ono Heiji's carriage.

Seeing the broken mountain gate, Ono Heiji was frightened. He didn't need Bai Lin to stop him. He had already guessed that it was either a robber coming, which was fine. The robber would just grab it and leave. But what frightened him more was the demon.

"Bai Lin-kun, it's getting dark, I'm afraid I'm going up the mountain at this time..." Ono Heiji said hesitantly.

Bai Lin nodded towards him, not bothering to explain to him any more. His body glowed with lavender disordered energy, and he flew towards the Zen temple halfway up the mountain. On the mountain road near the Zen temple, there were already paved stone steps.

At first glance, the stone steps were covered with black spots.

The front yard of the Zen Yuan is overgrown with weeds, some of which are even one meter high. Half of the front hall of the Zen Yuan has collapsed, and many of the surrounding walls are damaged. It looks like it has been abandoned for at least a year.

A figure was sitting cross-legged in the front hall with his back to the door. He was wearing a monk's robe and a bamboo hat. He seemed to be eating something. Bai Lin took a few steps forward and saw that the man was surrounded by torn human limbs.

He was actually sitting there eating human flesh.

[Monster discovered - Broken Monk (LV8): The monk who ate mermaid meat due to hunger was cursed for eternity. He was possessed by the demonic energy and became a monster. He was very powerful. After eating all the monks in the monastery, he often went down the mountain and kidnapped villagers.

as food.]

After seeing the introduction of the system, Bai Lin had already drawn out the jade-handled dragon glowing with purple fire. Apart from killing this man-eating monster, Bai Lin had no second thought.

At this time, the monk who cannibalized human flesh stood up. He was extremely tall, at least two and a half meters tall. He was dressed in a large khaki monk's robe and a bright red gold-rimmed cassock. His head was slightly smaller than his body. He slowly

Turning his head, he saw a Yaksha mask on his head, which was hideous and terrifying, and his face and expression could not be seen.

The broken monk waved his hand behind his back and pulled out a huge two-meter-long naginata from nowhere. He let out a sharp laugh, which sounded like a woman's laugh, but his movements were not slow at all.

He didn't mean to have any more fights with Bai Lin, so he started with a thrust, and the huge naginata struck Bai Lin's chest and abdomen like a white sword.

Bai Lin sneered and already drew his sword. He was very confident in his swordsmanship and had some thoughts of trying out the world power level of this historical fragment.

However, reality immediately slapped Bai Lin in the face. Although the broken monk's naginata was long, he made it extremely flexible. The joints of his elbows were not like humans who could only bend in one direction, but could bend in any direction.

This made his hand move like a living soft-bodied creature, like the arms and legs of an octopus. With a casual sword strike, it was as fast as lightning. As soon as Bai Lin took advantage of it, he was slashed back by him.

What confused Bai Lin even more was that the originally invincible disordered energy did not show any magical effect. It could not completely resist the black demonic energy contained in the naginata, nor could it disintegrate the power transmission of the monk who broke the ring.

There is only one explanation for this, and that is that the demonic power in the monk who broke the precept is also a kind of chaos power, which has the same origin as Bai Lin's disordered energy. Therefore, Bai Lin cannot face the monk and give him a blow.

Bai Lin really wanted to summon the Fist of Og, or give the monk a shadow chain. He had so many moves, and there was always one move that could restrain the opponent. But Bai Lin then thought about it. Just as Edogawa Hiroyuki said, he

There are too many and too complex moves. When facing an ordinary opponent, the endless array of strange moves will make the opponent tired of dealing with them, thus exposing flaws. However, when facing an enemy who is extremely strong in a certain aspect, all the bells and whistles are just decoration.

Bai Lin thought about it and decided to use all his energy and energy to improve his melee combat ability. After all, most of the team were wizards or gunmen who worked at a distance, and Yan Nishuang's swordsmanship also inspired Bai Lin a lot.

He gritted his teeth, and his wrist that gripped the hilt of the sword became stronger, and his heart was full of pride. He thought that if the labor and management could not deal with two 8th-level broken monks, there would be no talk about the rise of the East and the defense of his hometown, so not only did he

To win, you must win with swordsmanship, thereby fundamentally improving your own strength.

He has always been tenacious, and once he sees something right, he can often burst out with strength beyond ordinary times. Under his attention, the purple light on the jade-handled dragon flourishes, and a sword slashes from the upper right to Bai Lin's neck.

The blade of the naginata was like a dragon entering the sea, and along the blade of the naginata, it slashed towards the wrist of the monk who broke the precepts.

With a successful sword strike, the jade-handled dragon cut a half-meter-long gash in the monk's cassock, but Bai Lin could clearly feel that the tip of the sword did not hurt the monk's limbs, and the damage to him was very limited.

"Ah ha... so delicious... I'll eat you..." the broken monk murmured, and the naginata hooked back to meet Bai Lin's sword.

With a sound of "Dang!", the two swords collided for the first time, making a clear concussive sound. The two were equally powerful, and they were both shocked and took several steps back.

Bai Lin followed the direction of the vibration and swung his long sword towards the stone floor behind him, drawing a deep groove nearly one meter long.

"Returning the Carbine!" Bai Lin felt the repulsive force of the sword being removed. He immediately turned the sword and struck out the strongest sword in his life. A light purple light condensed into a crescent-shaped sword energy and slashed towards Pojie.

The monk's face.