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"Master, show me your sincerity and give me two lots."

"Now, I repay you with my sword."

Uesugi Kiyoshi let go of Anzi's hand and gave her a reassuring look.

Then, a dreamlike mirage condensed in his palm.

The sharp Ghost Cut took shape in an instant.

Ikkyu Yoshiya's eyes narrowed, as if he recognized the sword. Uesugi Kiyoshi walked a few steps to the front of the pagoda, but did not do anything beyond the limit.

He just held the sword and closed his eyes.

Ikkyu Yoshiya knew what Uesugi Kiyoshi was going to do as soon as he realized it.

"Little layman! Wait a minute!"

He shouted loudly, his voice was like a bell and a lion's roar, and he actually used some of the power of Buddhist practice.

If an ordinary person were bewitched by ghosts and gods, he would turn back after being shouted at like this.

But Uesugi Kiyoshi's determination was too firm for him to shake.

Once the sword is drawn, there is no turning back until it is stained with blood.

He wanted to see what kind of evil spirit could make Daitoku-ji treat it so cautiously, and was even ready to break the seal and get out.

The frequency of mental power gradually synchronized with the evil aura.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came.

When the scenery reappeared before his eyes, Uesugi Kiyoshi was already in a different place.

Ikkyu Yoshiya outside paused, his expression struggling, and he seemed a little annoyed and self-blaming.

He really didn't expect that Uesugi Kiyoshi would be so reckless, and he might not return from this trip.

He had been practicing for quite some time, so he could naturally sense the awe-inspiring sword energy coming from Uesugi Kiyoshi. He knew that this was a young man of extraordinary talent, and was probably one of the best among the younger generation of swordsmen.

Can.

The one imprisoned in Daitoku-ji Temple cannot be easily shaken by human power.

Even if I can win by half a point, so what?

That evil spirit is famous throughout the world. When people think of its name, they are reborn in a dream in the blink of an eye. How can it be completely destroyed?

Ikkyu Yoshiya felt a little uneasy, and more annoyed.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was not wrong about the old monk; he could indeed be called a good man. Not all Buddhists are kind-hearted, but Ikkyu Yoshiya served as the abbot of Daitoku-ji Temple for more than 40 years. He worked diligently, made no mistakes, and was worthy of the title of master.

In his mind, a bright new star in the sword world was probably about to fall.

Xingzi standing next to him was calmer than him.

Because this kind of watching the loved one go into battle with a sword in hand is not the first or second time.

Every time, Uesugi-kun comes back safely.

This time, of course, will be no exception.

The light around was dim, and the smell of decay was overwhelming.

Uesugi Kiyoshi opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes quickly adapted to the darkness.

Surrounding it were compact wooden structures, with necklaces hanging and bells jingling without wind, and some tattered colorful curtains scattered randomly.

It looks like the interior of a Buddhist pagoda.

This "stupa" is a typical pavilion-type pagoda, which is obviously influenced by the architectural style of the Celestial Empire. The edge of the pagoda is lined with wooden corridor stairs, and in the center of each floor of the pagoda, there are scriptures, Buddhist treasures, or relics.

The tower was seven stories high. Uesugi Kiyoshi looked up and saw a dark shadow above his head, with no sunlight visible.

He was fearless and carefree, smiled slightly, and climbed up the wooden stairs.

Three minutes later, he reached the top floor of the pagoda.

The journey was extremely quiet, with nothing unusual except for the faint sound of bells.

The seventh floor, Pagoda.

This should be the narrowest floor of the entire pagoda.

But when Uesugi Qing stepped forward, he was slightly startled.

The space on the seventh floor of the pagoda became strangely vast and boundless.

In the middle, there is a statue-like object, covered with black cloth and cannot be seen clearly.

And above my head is a gray sky.

Yes, this tower has no top.

The top of the tower is the sky.

This is a dream mirror, so Uesugi Kiyoshi is not surprised by anything that happens here.

He just stared at the rugged object covered with black cloth and moved his feet lightly.

The Ghost Cutting Sword in his hand was held tightly, and a hazy mirage flowed on the blade like running water. It seemed that the sword was also trembling slightly, with some excitement.

Something resonated with it.

The answer is at hand.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind.

The bells rang like thunderbolts and rumbles of thunder were heard in the sky, foreshadowing a downpour.

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his eyebrows, remained unmoved, and kept walking.

All these changes seem like a warning and also like a bait.

Tempting him to find out.

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant rang out out of nowhere.

Immediately, golden Buddha light appeared.

From the bottom of the tower, the objects enshrined in the center of each floor seemed to sense something and displayed their light to the fullest.

Bloom from bottom to top.

Buddhist scriptures, robes, and staff.

Colored glaze, agate, and relics.

The six layers of Buddha's light, like a light prison, penetrated the wooden walls and illuminated the inside of the pagoda.

And in this light, six figures in monk robes quietly emerged.

The chanting of scriptures in Sanskrit sounds so loud that it seems like a miracle, making people want to worship them.

The six figures in monk robes looked familiar to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

There are many notice boards at the entrance of Daitoku-ji Temple, many of which introduce the "bouzu", or "abbot" of successive generations. Uesugi Kiyoshi once took a quick look at them.

Although the portrait painting skills of the ancients were very general, it was still possible to guess the resemblance even if there was only some resemblance - these six monks were the six abbots in the history of Daitoku-ji Temple.

Buddhist chants were chanted softly, and one of them turned to look at Uesugi Kiyoshi, whose face was as compassionate as that of the Buddha.

"Little layman, don't go forward."

"My temple has suppressed this beast for five hundred years, but now it is at the end of its strength. The demon is rampant and there is nothing we can do. I am ashamed of myself."

"For five hundred years, the souls of those who passed away at Daitoku-ji Temple, those who could have become Buddhas did not, those who could have been reborn did not, and all of them were thrown into this pagoda, just to make this barrier stronger, and to hope that this evil spirit could break the seal a little later."

"I don't know why you came here, but please don't move rashly. If the evil spirit enters your body, I won't be able to save you."

The old monk spoke kindly and gently, in the shining Buddha's light, and stopped Uesugi Kiyoshi softly.

No anger, no resentment, just honest advice.

As he said this, a bright light suddenly appeared inside the pagoda.

There are countless sunken pits on the wall, in which there is a faint Buddha's light.

These are the spirits of the deceased monks who practiced in Daitoku-ji Temple.

Even if they died, their souls would voluntarily enter this pagoda, contributing their perhaps insignificant strength just to seal away the evil spirits in the pagoda.

After a long time, they have lost their self-consciousness and are just instinctively radiating the Buddha's light, fulfilling the obligations they have set for themselves in their hearts.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not like Buddhism and had no feelings towards monks.

But after seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel admiration.

The shadowy figures of the six monks had an aura like the sea and mountains, and judging by Uesugi Kiyoshi's, they were not much different from gods.

If they are willing to pass away, can they enter the Buddha's kingdom?

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not understand Buddhist gods, and he did not know whether monks could "become Buddhas."

It doesn't matter anymore.

The young man holding the sword took a deep breath, smiled at the six monks, raised his arm slightly, pointed his sword diagonally at the strange statue covered with black cloth in the middle, and spoke in a humble tone.

"Young people, I am grateful for the generosity of all the masters. On behalf of the millions of innocent people in Kyoto, I thank Daitoku-ji for making such an effort..."

"I am just a swordsman who sees injustice and I am willing to kill this evil spirit with my sword."

"Help you all to become Buddhas!"

Chapter 360 Who are you? !

To the former abbots of Daitoku-ji Temple, these words were considered arrogant.

But they did not make sarcastic remarks, but instead gave kind advice.

"It's a good thing for a young lay Buddhist to be full of youth and vigor at this age, but he must not act on his own."

"This evil spirit cannot be easily shaken by human power."

"Within a thousand years, this beast has wreaked havoc in Kyoto twice, killing more than tens of thousands of innocent people."

"You may have heard of this beast's name."