At dusk, on the desolate land, outside an abandoned village, there was no more leaf of the dead trees.

On those dead branches that stretched like claws, corpses hanging from hemp ropes were hanging, swaying in the wind like bacon dried by farmers.

The bodies had already dried up, and they had obviously been hung for a long time.

A group of crows quacked and stopped on the corpse. The black birds all had blood-red eyes, some of which were bigger and even had nauseating sarcoma on their bodies.

It's not like a living creature, but like a demon.

"Bang"

A blood-stained Buddha stick was leaning on the ground under the tree, and there were blood-stained old monk shoes. The hat covered part of the sight, but it could be seen that under the hanged ghost tree in front of me, there were corpses piled up everywhere.

Some have turned into bones, while others have blood flowing.

The corpse had a pale face, a thin hair, a messy hair, and a miserable death. He looked at the sky with wide eyes, reflecting a gray sky, and there was no trace of sunshine at all.

His eyes shaking, as if he was injured, and it was very painful.

The master of his sight was sitting on a blood-stained rock under the tree. Looking back, in the wilderness not far away, there were cruel demons and ghosts being cut into two pieces by Buddhism.

The monster had two horns on his head, like a bull demon, and his blood-red lantern eyes were pierced by Buddhist magical powers, and he lay there like a black mountain of meat.

Wearing a cloak made of human skin, when he was dying, he still grabbed the broken sharp cone heavy hammer.

“@%!%@￥!@!”

There is a sound that Hua Qing can't understand, and it sounds rhythmic when recited. Considering the identity of the master of this memory, this should be a Buddhist scripture recited in Japanese texts.

The scenery over there is very different from the Central Plains. It kills demons and eliminates demons, which is called making demons become Buddhas and leaves.

This memory comes from the old monk Shinji traveling outside Nara City. He killed the monster that was attacked by the sneak attack to death. But he could not save the person he should have saved.

Behind the dead demon, two or three children lay on the ground on their backs? They had no rest? That was the "super" found by the demon.

The old monk took a few rests, stood up, shaking his way to the three children, kneeling on the ground, trembling hands, and lifting the three small bodies.

The old monk was desperate in his heart. In the deepest memory, there was a faint crying sound.

He could not save these children, so he recited the Buddha's Dharma and killed monsters, but was unable to save people.

The picture of memory changes a few rays, with blazing flames rising from the hanged tree, bringing the corpses of innocent people who died without a burial place.

Together with this long-dead tree, the corpses hanging from the branches were burned together.

The flames illuminated the evening night. Before the fire, the old monk sat cross-legged there, reciting the sutra of rebirth over and over again.

In the uninhabited white bone wilderness, only that flame is burning? It burns brightly, but its light shines at most ten feet. Then it is unable to dispel the distant night.

Amid the crows, laughter came from the night. It was the firelight here that attracted more evil things.

This wilderness is a demon king territory, and living people are not allowed to enter and exit. Such a small demon country is everywhere in Japan.

Human survival has been squeezed to the edge. There are only a few heroic cities in the world that can protect all living beings, and most of the remaining creatures in the entire country live there.

What can protect them is not the thick city walls, nor the brave warriors or the weak and cruel daimyo, but the Penglai Imperial Hall in the city.

The immortals who are said to live in the Yutian Pavilion and their dog-legged men are the new legendary Gao Tianyuan, which has long replaced Amaterasu's myth.

They protected cities, operated the formations in the city, constantly extracted spiritual energy, and built the next spiritual realms on earth, but they did not prohibit the creatures from leaving.

He claims to be kind and kind in the way of immortality, and stay and leave at will.

But today there are such ghost creatures. Where can ordinary people rest in peace after leaving the city?

"well"

The old monk sighed, supported his body with his bent Buddha stick, and finally worshiped him in front of the fire, and then staggered away from here.

He was leaving, even if he had not finished reciting the sutra, if he still stayed, he could only be a food in the demon's belly.

In the dark night, the old monk walked on this wilderness of bones. The night could not cover his eyes, but he could not find the direction and hope.

He could see the barren and cracked land around him. The land and the people on the land were dead, but who could have thought that just ten years ago, this wilderness was still a famous fertile land on the country.

The demons resurrected in the spiritual energy and drove the farmers away from their hometown. Those who could not walk and escape slowly had turned into decorations of hanging ghost trees on the wilderness.

It symbolizes the "majesty" of the demon king here.

Walking thousands of miles, there are all chaotic graves.

"This country is gone"

The old monk was sad, but what could he do? People have thousands of plans, but God only calculates it!

Since my heart has the idea of ​​killing a thief, my body has no power to turn the world. I don’t know where this old bone will be buried after traveling all over the world?

The next moment.

When the darkness faded, this memory dissipated and there was another memory unfolding in front of Huaqing's eyes.

He did not intend to take over the old monk's body, so he naturally had no way to check all the old monk's memories. He could only choose the few most profound memories of the old monk.

Next to the eye, there is a bustling city with red colors on the streets, lanterns illuminated under the night, and the lazy singing of dancers came from both sides of the bustling streets. :(/

There are some drunken ghosts on the streets causing trouble, with people coming and going, just like returning to the world from the previous ghost creatures.

The sound of low and long drums came, and the bustling streets immediately changed, and everyone retreated to the sides.

Amid the vibration of the ground, the luxurious car led by a hundred people, led by white strange beasts, was like a moving mountain, slowly walking across the street with a certain majesty given by him.

The warriors wearing black feathered array armor, with long swords, guarded the front and back. The car was surrounded by white veils. You could vaguely see a young man wearing gorgeous clothes, high crown, black hair shawl, and holding a paper fan in his hand.

That is the famous Onmyoji in Osaka.

Tuyumen Takata.

It is said that he is a descendant of the great Onmyoji Abe Seimei. His ancestors had already joined the immortals when they appeared in the saint five hundred years ago. Now the immortals have lived in the Penglai Immortal Realm for a long time. This matter in Japan will naturally be left to trustworthy people to manage.

The seventeen cities in Japan are protected by immortal magic and are divided into five great names, and are managed by seventeen great disciples of the immortal family and tens of thousands of Onmyoji under their jurisdiction to protect sentient beings, and fight against evil demons.

As for the Emperor

Haha, no one knows now that the Emperor is already a mascot and cannot even be considered a rubber stamp.

"The nobles come to search for them, and all living beings worship them."

The elongated sound, like the sound of a crane, echoed on the streets and cities. When the car arrived, there was a kneeling on both sides of the street. Everyone was prostrated and no one dared to look up.

The noble man in the car also closed his eyes slightly. No matter whether he had learned the skills of the immortals or not, he had learned the style and temper of the immortals.

The old monk stood on the eaves on the edge of the street and looked at the scene silently, feeling very uncomfortable.

In the darkness around, the ninjas of Hattori family were ready for a surprise attack. Four Yanagi's heart-yin flow sword saint wrapped in white silk, and used the Blood Alliance to hold the famous blade in their hands tightly.

Further apart, General Takeda and the samurai behind him had sharp arrows in his hands, and under the battle helmets with protective faces, they were all fighting spirits.

There are also Buddhist monk soldiers like the old monk Zhenji.

This is an attack, and I want to kill the Onmyoji in Osaka Castle on the spot, then seize the city, destroy the evil formation, and find a place to breathe.

The old monk also has ambition to die. He is responsible for fighting against the vicious Shikigami of Onmyoji and creating opportunities for the righteous to raid.

At the moment when the action was about to begin, the old monk looked back with some emotion and saw that at the center of Osaka Castle, the highest point created by the style of Tianshou Pavilion.

On the Yutian Pavilion, even in the dark, there were rays of glows wrapped around the eaves. It was the so-called immortal atmosphere and the eye of the evil formation in the city.

There was also a group of people lying there, waiting for their attacks to succeed, and the righteous men from the Tufang Group could burn the evil eyes without being disturbed.

But what's the use of this?

The old monk pinched his handprints and the Buddha's light emerged.

He is not afraid of death, but just wants to break through the darkness and seek hope for his family, country and people in this era.

However, even if the formation eye is destroyed, can we really save the people who are made into animals in this city?

Without the city-sharing formation, millions of demons around Osaka will rush into the city, kill people and drink blood, creating a hell again.

But if not killed.

Just let these immortal thieves continue to cause trouble, and although the people in the city survive, they have no future.

What should I do? What should I do to save this world?

The next moment, the fire broke out.

The Buddha's light turned into sharp arrows and stabbed the luxurious carriage on the street. There were also ghosts crying. Three or four tall ghosts, Shikigami, were released, howling to block the old monk's Buddha's light.

In that gorgeous light and shadow, everything became unreal.

The old monk saw thousands of arrows firing at once, and saw the sword saint step forward, the sharp blade was unsheathed, and the person's head flew up.

The monk soldiers holding the big naginata came shouting and killed them. Finally, the samurai ronin rushed into the convoy. He saw the noble man being suppressed by the Buddha's light, panic trying to escape, but was killed by General Takeda with the naginata.

Like a big banner of flesh and blood, inserted on the street.

"The enemy general is killed!!!"

Amid the excited roar of General Takeda, the noble man's head was cut off.

In the blood light, thousands of people were terrified. The strange beasts lost control and crashed into the crowd. In an instant, it was a flesh-and-blooded road.

They said that was a necessary sacrifice...
To be continued...