Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1492 1164. Breaking into the mountains

After everything was arranged, Master Rigo sat down 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 distant scenery such as mountains, rivers and lakes can be integrated 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 only came into the eyes of the Nagai family by establishing a relationship with him, saw 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 ten years or so, 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 not the best time of the year and it’s still such a mess, it’s a pile 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.

I saw that almost in sync with Master Rihu, Yun Danfengqing was sucking out and circulating resentment and filth at will, and the [Dream-Eating Tapir] who had been sitting calmly was sitting calmly. At this moment, he seemed to be facing a formidable enemy!

Before Master Riguo made any movement, it had already stood up completely, and its fangs and long nose kept looking towards the bottom of the mountain in 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're 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 shouting, which even Wu Ming could understand through the guardian spirit, was 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 an explosion 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 Mount Inaba, 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, with his extraordinary senses and Mentos, he would not miss any battlefield information until the battle became intense enough.

But it’s hard to talk about Wuming and Flannel Ball.

But these monk soldiers who were waiting for sneak attacks and surprise attacks were directly dazzled by the alchemical bomb of Velvet Ball, and all their heads were exposed.

"Breathe~blow~"

Long, rhythmic and skillful breathing sounds sounded under the evil ghost mask.

Wu Ming's seemingly ordinary body, carrying the heavy weapon Naginata and Sickle, suddenly gained a lot of energy out of thin air.

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

At this time, the state of the naginata's sickle is really similar to that of Yanan's saw blade when it is closed. And Wu Ming relied on the reduced center of gravity of the weapon, which was easier to change direction and control, to slash and sprint forward at extremely high speeds!

The naginata sickle is the unique weapon of their [Chu Ye Yanzhong] according to Wu Ming.

In the state of the scythe, which is the most powerful and the slowest center of gravity rotation, the weapon techniques are collectively called [Cutting].

For example, during the previous attack on Lan En, if the first move was successful, then Wu Ming's subsequent moves would be called [All Living Beings] if they were consecutive.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

In the state of the long-handled naginata, the weapon technique is called [edge].

After Wu Ming's blade was stuck by Lan En, his move after changing his weapon form was [Three Thousand Edges].

And this kind of shape is like a closed folding knife. Although the center of gravity is the easiest to control, the power is also the smallest. The weapon technique is called [Blade].

Just like now!

[Naginata Scythe·Mountain Blade]!

After a flash of black animal skin cloaks, the three monk soldiers closest to Qilin who were hiding in the ravine on the roadside suddenly spurted out several lines of blood and fell down screaming.

The New World Ancient Dragon, who had been in high spirits when he set out before, now seemed a little slow and weak even in taking two steps to the side.

It breathed hot air under the rune cloth of the magic harness.

"Huchi~"

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"Oh my." Bai Ze still bent over with his hands behind his back, looking like an old scholar, looking at Qilin beside him, "The barrier of Chang Zai Temple is really powerful."

"It should be an attack-type barrier. Qilin, you took us directly up the mountainside in one breath, and directly absorbed the barrier's counterattack. It must be very uncomfortable now, right?"

Originally, Lan En's plan was indeed the same as Wu Ming's, to destroy the evil spell in a surprise attack and make those [residues] harmless first, and then it was easy to say what to do next.

But just when they wanted to rely on the high mobility of the Kirin to break into the main temple hall on the mountain, the Kirin only rushed less than half the way up the mountain. Its New World Ancient Dragon-level physical strength could no longer hold on!

The physical strength that was originally so full that I couldn't even feel it disappeared as quickly as a flood.

According to Kirin's own description, it has no concept of physical strength at all when it is exercising.

Being blessed with the ancient dragon body, except when facing special circumstances, he has never felt "tired" at all.

But after rushing straight to Chang Zai Temple, it felt as if the amount of physical strength it had recovered and consumed were completely out of proportion.

It recovers slowly but uses it up very quickly.

In the end, Qilin stopped in place, panting heavily, with thick saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.

It felt like there was a big battle.

"Xilulu!"

Qilin shook his head in dissatisfaction, apparently wanting to push against Bai Ze.

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

"I am good at the knowledge of monsters and ghosts. I even know a little bit about the underworld, but..."

Bai Ze dodged Qilin's headbutt and said while stroking his beard.

"Human magic, whether it's rituals or Buddhism, has changed over the decades. I've only possessed Hanbei for a few years, and I haven't been to the human world for a long time. The magic they have developed now makes me I don’t know him very well either.”

"But it looks like"

Bai Ze pushed up his small round glasses and looked at Qilin from side to side.

"The thing on your body now seems to be a combination of Yin and Yang magic? It suppresses the positive power of your body. No, it is not only suppressed, it is also directly transformed using Buddhism! Let me tell you!"

"That's you, Qilin! Anyone in your situation would collapse to death hundreds of times!"

"Oh my, it's really unethical to use Buddhism combined with Yin and Yang magic to cast curses on people to cause them to escape from Yang."

Bai Zeguang couldn't tell anything when he looked at the barrier, but combined with the traces of the effect caused by the barrier's counterattack on Qilin's body, he could immediately see some signs.

"I, Jiulinshan [Always in the Light of Buddha], will only suppress evil people who come up to the mountain with hostility! How dare you slander us!"

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

His eyes were still crying because of the bright light just now.

The ax in his hand is about the size of a cattail leaf fan alone, and it is thick and solid.

Martial arts skills in this world have developed very well. People who practice martial arts can even use their physical strength and breathing to purify the power that does not belong to this world.

Therefore, a large ax that seems to weigh less than a few pounds seems to have become normal.

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

"Phew! Bang!"

"Uh-huh!"

With the sound of wind, Lan En's big hand directly grasped the monk soldier's armored body, which was the upper edge of the breastplate.

This Kong Wu majestic monk soldier almost feels like a minor in Lan En's hands.

This time, not only the force of Lan En's attack, but also the weight of his own jumping chop were all pressed into the area of ​​a palm.

He almost lost his breath immediately, and his collarbone was crushed and broken.

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

"There is no smell of blood on the body, and the smell of blood on the weapon was earlier than when you got it. Tsk, stay away if you are not guilty of anything!"

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

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

Ignoring the smell of blood on the mountain path and the increasingly distant yelling coming from below.

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

"Don't worry, I have a clue about the barrier."