Chapter 53 Leaving Mount Koya

In comparison, the reporters from the print media seemed to be doing much less. Most of them were looking around, as if they wanted to find some clues from the surrounding environment that could prove some situation.

After several experienced reporters took a few photos of the troops blocking the road, they went up and tried to get close to the tense-faced soldiers, but they were all coldly pushed away without exception, and they had no choice but to retreat.

Back. Several friends who were suffering from the same disease looked at each other and smiled bitterly. One of them shook his head and said: "I have never encountered such a situation. Even if there is really poisonous gas coming out of the ground over there, you have to send someone over to take a look at the situation.

But they seem to be suppressing

I have no intention of going in." Another said: "I had a few words with the lieutenant just now. Although I didn't get anything useful out of it, I could see that he was very nervous. He should know something."

Another sneered: "Who can't see how nervous you are? The tanks are on the road. I have been a soldier before. I can see that their guns are loaded with bullets. They are not trying to scare people. If there is anything,

If the situation arises, they will definitely shoot."

A few people were chatting when they suddenly heard a roar like firecrackers coming from the front of the tank. With the roar, the transparent air stirred up layers of water-like ripples, and suddenly it was as if a stone was thrown into the water and made a huge splash.

A group of waves, a large group of bright red sprayed out from the center of the empty ripples

Several black figures fell out together with the sparks, and fell heavily onto the top of the tank. The fall made a loud thud, and even caused the heavy tank to tremble violently. A black figure hit the barrel of the tank.

, the result was that the barrel of the gun was bent on the spot.

The reporters were sharp-eyed, and they immediately saw clearly that those who fell out were actually monks wearing black cloth and coarse monk robes. In the eyes of reporters like them, who were well-informed, that outfit was simply the best identity badge.

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That turned out to be an eminent monk from the Shingon Sect!

These eminent monks didn't know what kind of situation they encountered. Their clothes were in tatters and in a miserable state, and they had severed hands and feet and were vomiting blood. They looked miserable and miserable.

A strange, blood-red mist appeared out of thin air, drifting swaggering over the monk and the tank.

The soldiers below nervously raised the automatic rifles in their arms, as if planning to shoot at the blood mist.

A Shingon monk suddenly shouted: "Don't shoot, let him go!"

Although the order was not given by a real superior, the soldiers immediately put down their guns.

Such a small scene was seen by the surrounding reporters, and it immediately triggered countless thoughts. The reporters with quick hands quickly took out their cameras to take pictures of the blood mist and the Shingon monks. Of course, the fastest ones were the TV cameramen who were filming.

At the first moment, the camera turned from the host to the blood mist.

There was a sudden squeaking sound, and all the electronic equipment that was running went black and shut down, and no scene could be captured.

The weird blood mist floated slowly for a moment in full view of everyone, and finally disappeared into the dense forest beside the road.

The soldiers who formed the blockade suddenly moved, but instead of chasing the blood mist, they surrounded the reporters and confiscated all the tools that could take pictures. One reporter asked a few questions with great dissatisfaction and threatened to

When they exposed their behavior of obstructing press freedom, they were pushed down and beaten by several soldiers on the spot.

After all the tools were confiscated, all the reporters were gathered in one place and forced to squat on the ground with their hands on their heads like prisoners. These big-headed soldiers obviously did not have any respect or taboo for the Uncrowned King.

If you scold someone, you will get kicked several times.

After enduring like this for a while, I saw a Shingon sect monk walking over accompanied by several officers. The monk was one of the people who had just fallen out. Although he had changed into neat and clean clothes, he also wiped them off.

There was blood, but his face was still pale and he walked with a limp. Seeing the reporters being treated so rudely, an officer loudly scolded the big soldiers and then asked the reporters to stand up.

The Shingon sect monk walked up to the reporters and said politely: "Dear donors, the poor monk Shingon sect has a secret meeting."

A reporter boldly asked: "Master Yinjian, what do you mean by arresting us all and trapping us here?"

Monk Yinjian said: "This is Mr. Itasaka from the Yomiuri Shimbun. What you said is too serious. I just want you to tell you what happened, not to imprison me."

The reporter was shocked, thinking to himself that he didn't have a name tag, and it was the first time he saw this monk. How did he know that I was a reporter from the Yomiuri Shimbun and that my last name was Matsuzaka? He didn't dare to say anything nonsense for a while.

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Monk Yinjian continued: "You are all well-informed experts, and you must have some doubts about the situation in Mount Koya. I might as well tell you frankly that there is no poisonous gas leaking at all, but evil spirits from hell have come to the world.

Do evil! My founder, Master Kukai, created an entrance to hell under Mount Koya. At any time, evil ghosts from hell could enter the human world and do evil. Therefore, he made a great vow to guard this entrance and prevent evil ghosts from hell from causing harm to the human world.

, that’s why we established the Shingon Sect headquarters in Mount Koya to block the entrance to hell. However, due to recent geological changes, the entrance to hell has been shifted and separated from the seal of the town by our magic. As a result, some evil ghosts from hell have wandered around to do evil in the world. We

Zong Sui colluded with the government to seal off the surrounding area to prevent the evil spirits from escaping. Now the monks of the Shingon Sect are catching the evil spirits and they will be eliminated soon. The blood mist you just saw is a kind of evil ghost from hell. My teacher

My brother's magic power is low and he is no match for him. However, we have summoned the masters of our sect to intercept him and will not let him escape for too long. However, please do not spread the news about this incident to avoid causing unnecessary panic. If you can guarantee that you will not

Publish these things and you can leave now."

After hearing this long and unbelievable statement, the reporters all looked stunned and kept muttering among themselves, not knowing whether they believed it or not. Monk Yin Jian did not care whether they believed it or not. After speaking, he nodded to the officer beside him.

, turned around and left, several officers quickly followed him, leaving only one captain who shouted at the reporters with a tiger face: "Listen carefully, what you just heard and seen are state secrets. According to the state

According to the security and confidentiality regulations, you are not allowed to reveal to the outside world anything that Master Yinjian just said, or any scene you saw. If you violate it, you will be punished with treason!"

Hearing the stern warning from the rear, a major following Master Yinjian shook his head and said: "These reporters are all bold people. Maybe some people will risk everything to report what happened here. Master Yinjian,

Why don't you cast a spell to make them forget what they just saw? Wouldn't that be the end of the matter?"

Monk Yin Jian shook his head and said: "The spell of the poor monk is only to deal with evil spirits and crooked ways, and will not be used on ordinary people. Major Guangfu, please rest assured, this matter is too unbelievable. Even if they spread it, how many people will take it seriously?

The reason why I tell them the truth is to limit their opportunity to write freely and they can only write what I said. However, to modern people, these are simply unreliable stories and no one will take them seriously.

"Yes." He sighed and seemed a little disappointed, "After all, it is no longer the peaceful era of Hyakuki Night!"

Then Major Guangdeng asked worriedly: "Master Yinjian, is the blood mist just now really an evil ghost in hell? I didn't see several masters sending messages to the outside. Will they not be able to intercept them?"

Monk Yin Jian smiled faintly and said: "Don't worry, Major, that blood mist is not a devil from hell, but a mage. He won't cause any trouble. I only said that to the reporters to scare them and let them understand.

The seriousness of the matter!"

The blood mist that is described as a demon from hell was transformed by Yong Bowen.

After Yongdai Celestial Master Supervisor Oda Nobunaga led his army back to hell, he did not immediately, but rested for a night before leaving Mount Koya and heading to Tokyo. After the matter of conquering the ghosts was settled, he had to catch the plane back home. He did not want to really

In the end, he was thrown alone in an island country where he couldn't even speak the language.

Now that the ghosts have returned to hell, the ground on Mount Koya is now peaceful. Yong Bowen came all the way and everything was fine, but he ran into some trouble at the blockade set up by the Shingon Sect and the Self-Defense Forces.

The ten mantra monks defending here naturally recognized the culprit who blew Mount Koya into the sky, and they didn't know that this man who had been confirmed by two tantric Vajras as not being a true dragon and golden child was still thinking about it.

If you want to take Yong Bowen back to participate in some kind of identification meeting, if you want to prove that he is not a real dragon and golden child, then he will probably have to be held responsible for the incident of burning down Mount Koya.

Yong Bowen would not go back with them, so he turned against them and took action. As a result, all ten bald monks were knocked to the ground by Master Yong. Even the cover-up that blocked the sight of reporters from behind was broken, allowing reporters to see the scene.

Yong Bowen didn't care about this, and after clearing the obstacles, he passed through the crowd in the form of blood mist, restored his form in the woods, and used the Heavenly Master's technique, no, now it must be said to be the land flying technique of Taiping Dao, and hurried on.

, in just half a day, he crossed Osaka Castle, and at around two o'clock in the afternoon, he set foot on the streets of Kyoto City again.

Although it was early afternoon, the streets of Kyoto seemed a little deserted, with few vehicles and hurried passers-by, all of whom looked nervous. It was as if they were walking on the streets of war-torn Iraq, rather than in an island country with good security.

Urban streets.

Suddenly, several crisp gunshots pierced the sky above the city.

Pedestrians who heard the gunshots all ran to the sides of the road in fright to find cover, and some simply fell to the ground with their heads in their hands.

Three bald men covered in blood staggered out of a side alley and ran straight to the busy street without hesitation. They waved and tried to stop a car, but after seeing them, all the drivers stopped.

They were turning the steering wheel, turning, or going around, but no one was willing to stop and help them. The three big men couldn't stop the car, so they cursed angrily and continued to escape to the other side of the street.

In the forked alley behind, more than a dozen strong men ran out, all wearing bald heads, black clothes and sunglasses. Some held long knives in their hands, some held them. They shouted loudly and chased the three in front.

The man with the gun didn't care about the crowds of people on the street and kept firing at the three people.

The three men turned around and fought back, fighting and then retreating.

Suddenly bullets were flying in the streets.

One of the three people running in front of the sudden ground was shot in the leg and fell to the ground. He covered his thigh with blood gushing out and screamed, but his two companions did not stop to help at all.

I mean, just keep running away on your own.

The chasing crowd at the rear quickly ran to the side of the shot man. Most of them ignored him and continued to chase the two people who were running away. Only three people were left to surround the shot man. One of them dragged the shot man from the ground.

Get up and let him kneel on the ground. The person who was shot completely lost the courage to resist and was exhausted.

He was trembling, kowtowing and bowing to the three people, begging them to let him go. The three people's faces were tense, without a trace of sympathy, and a man holding a long knife turned behind the person who was shot.

, turned his body sideways and grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and suddenly shouted, the person who was shot was struck by the sound from behind.

Yin was startled and straightened up violently. The knife wielder took the opportunity to swing the knife and cut off the head of the person who was shot on the spot. The naked head flew four to five meters along with the knife and fell to the ground.

On the ground, the bones rolled into the street where traffic was flowing, and were crushed to pieces by a passing truck. They were all red and white.

The thick liquid dragged a long mark on the street, but the headless body on the street did not fall down for a while. It just kept twitching, and blood spurted out of its cavity like a fountain. It took a while to lie upright.

When he reached the ground, the gurgling blood soon formed a large purple-black puddle on the ground.

After the three men carried out the brutal beheading on the street, they immediately continued to chase the large group of people, leaving only the bloody mess behind.

After a while, feeble sirens sounded in the distance. Six or seven police cars slowly drove over and stopped next to the body. The heavily armed police officers got out of the cars and had a heated discussion around the headless body for a long time.

, waited until the corpse truck arrived to load the body and take it away, then they got back into the car and continued to drive in the direction of the group of pursuers. During this time, they did nothing.

This was the impressive scene that Yong Bowen saw just ten minutes after he stepped onto the streets of Kyoto.

Master Yongda couldn't help but stand in awe of the arrogance of the gangsters in the island country. They fought openly and committed crimes on the streets in broad daylight. How crazy it was! He didn't know that this was not an ordinary gang fight, but just a fight between the Shingon sect.

Island Countries Mages Association

A small episode in the context of a massive counterattack. In the past two days, these cruel things have been happening in major cities including Kyoto, but the police have done nothing, as if the collective has become
To be continued...