Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1490 1162. Rihu Master
There is Changzai Temple in Jiulin Mountain.

This is the name of this temple, which enjoys a certain reputation in the Mino area and even in the whole of Japan.

This is mainly because this temple is dedicated to the Nichiren sect and is the only temple in the Inaba area that is dedicated to the Nichiren sect.

Today, the Nichiren sect is the most prestigious and influential branch of Japanese Buddhism.

The difference between Nichiren sect and other sects is that they have no direct relationship with Buddhism introduced from the Western continent. The sect is named after its founder "Nichiren".

It is a Buddhist sect that originated in Japan.

The teachings of the Nichiren sect believe that only the Lotus Sutra, also known as the Lotus Sutra, is the true Buddhist Dharma, and denounce other sects as heretical teachings.

During the time of its founder, Nichiren Shonin, he even wrote to the Japanese imperial court, wanting to declare the Lotus Sutra as the true Dharma through a decree and abolish other sects such as the Pure Land Sect, Shingon Sect, and Zen Sect.

This extreme approach led to several exiles for Nichiren Shonin.

After all, most of the time, people still use their brains.

But up to now, the world has been in turmoil for 88 years. And the more chaotic the world is, the more extreme doctrines and views will have a market and supporters.

Whether in the East or the West, people are basically the same.

No one is smarter than anyone else, and no one is more rational than anyone else.

Therefore, the Nichiren sect in this chaotic Japanese Warring States period was like the Church of the Eternal Fire in the magical Middle Ages.

Because of its extreme doctrines, it can carry out its activities with greater organization and efficiency than other sects.

Master Rihu looked towards the courtyard.

Looking down from the courtyard on the mountainside, the Nagara River is across the way.

The mountain towering over the Mino Plain in front of the temple is Inabayama.

"If it were a few decades ago, looking from here right now, Inaba Mountain would be all green, with no other colors to be seen."

The temple abbot, who was wearing a robe embellished with gold threads and a monk's hat decorated with jade and pearls, spoke softly as if he was expressing his feelings to himself.

Seen from behind, this solemn outfit makes a person look fat, but at the same time very imposing.

However, the few people who maintained their sitting posture and knelt cautiously and huddled behind the host all knew that if they looked at Master Rihu from the front, he actually had a peaceful face and looked young.

Her jaw was slightly broad, her eyebrows were slender and indigo-colored, her eyes were gentle, and her lips were rosy, reminiscent of the noble ladies in paintings.

But even though they had all seen the Master's gentle face that looked a bit feminine, they still dared not move.

"What a shame." As expected, after sighing, Higo-sensei continued, "Ever since Horenbo came to Mino and established his foothold, he built Inabayama Castle, and the patch of color on the mountain has become larger and larger. It's like a spreading abscess."

"It's really ugly, isn't it?" Rihu Shangren turned his head slightly, showing his profile, "These peasants who don't understand elegance at all, actually ruined the scenery like this for a city."

The group of people behind the Rihu Shangren were wearing ordinary clothes, but their cold and hard outlines could be clearly seen under the clothes as they huddled down in their seats.

These people were wearing armor, and even though the armor was covered by clothes, it still smelled of blood.

His hair and beard are disheveled and his eyes are fierce. I am afraid that people in this era, if they meet such a person on the road while traveling far away, their first reaction would be - bandit!
They were indeed bandits. To be more precise, they were not just ordinary bandits. They were the leaders of several gangs of bandits in Minong!

But at this moment, the bandit leaders who committed murder, arson, eating meat and drinking wine, just like a few house dogs, knelt quietly behind a person from outside the world, a high monk.

They are just like the Asuras and Yakshas in the Buddhist murals who were inspired by the Buddha and then worshiped him sincerely.

If the believers who often visit the temple saw this, they would probably shed tears of piety and sigh at the boundless power of Buddhism, right?
But the greater possibility is that the believers who see this scene will immediately disappear from this world.

The bandit leaders did not dare to speak to him because they knew that the Master did not want to have any more words with them, these pig-like and dog-like things without even a surname.

Just feeling emotional.

And who is feeling emotional?
Fa Lian Fang, as far as these bandit leaders know, should be the Buddhist name of the "Mino Viper" when he became a monk when he was young.

At that time, the monk Rihu, who had a very close personal relationship with him, was called Nanyangfang.

It seems that even though the other party spared his life, the master, who came from the powerful Nagai family in Mino, still felt resentment and regret in his heart.

The bandit leaders were thinking in a daze.

The other party was a respectable person who came from the Nagai family and became the head of the Jozaiji Temple. Even in Mino today, most of the bigwigs are related to the master.

It's different from the common people like me, which is normal, I guess.

"Everyone, now is the time to start preparing to make a fortune."

After expressing his emotions, Master Rihu turned around and spoke in a very practical and down-to-earth manner.

As soon as the word "make money" came out, the bandit leaders who were just curled up and kneeling just now now had light in their eyes and raised their heads.

"Go ahead and burn it. Go ahead and kill it."

The calm and low voice of Master Rihu was like a living worm, drilling into people's ears and brains.

"In a few days, chaos will break out in many places. Then, it will be a good time for you to attack villages, rape and plunder, and make a fortune."

The serene monk is wrapped in gorgeous robes, and his delicate hands are playing with sandalwood Buddhist beads.

But the monk with a serene and compassionate face spoke calmly and frankly, words that made the bandits smile unconsciously.

"They raped women and girls, hacked babies and the elderly to death, took away men to work as laborers, emptied their property and slaughtered their livestock."

Master Rihu was still speaking calmly, but as the Buddhist beads turned, the corners of the bandits' mouths became wider and wider.

"Just like what we did before?"

In the excitement, the bandits even dared to interrupt.

And Master Rihu didn't care at all and smiled like a kind-hearted elder.

"Yes." "Kill them and burn them as you like. Do whatever you want to those pig-dog-like untouchables. Their grievances and filth are all things that are not worthy of being on the table."

"It is a worthless thing." The monk's monk's hat shook his head slightly, "Even after death, it is worthless."

The bandits didn't think anything was wrong.

They have been working for Master Rihu for several years, and just as the Master said, they have killed, robbed, and tortured others without any filth on their hands.

Even though they live deep in the mountains, no dirty things can come to them.

This all depends on the blessing of Buddha!

"So, how do we arrange the order this time?"

A bandit leader asked impatiently.

"Isn't it time for us to take action first, Master?"

In order to avoid attracting attention and making people unable to realize that several gangs of bandits in Mino have been integrated into one.

Usually they even have to loot in order and according to plan.

Murder and robbery has become a business that requires following the rules.

But this time
"No, no need."

Master Rihu spoke softly, but the excited bandits immediately fell silent.

"Go, all of you. Go together. Burn and kill."

This is simply a thoughtless statement.

But I don’t know why, although it was a nice day in the morning, when the sunlight shone into this Zen temple, people inexplicably didn’t feel warm.

The bandit leaders seemed to have lost their minds for unknown reasons at this moment.

There was a hint of red in their eyes.

“The buildup is complete.”

Talking without beginning or end, Master Rihu stood up steadily amid the rustling sound of luxurious fabrics, and took out two boxes, one large and one small, from the shelf in his room.

One is square and the other is long.

He pushed the square box, which could almost be called a box, towards the bandits and opened the lid.

Suddenly, a psychedelic golden light shone into everyone's eyes.

The people's eyes, which had already turned red, now looked even more intoxicated and obsessed by the psychedelic golden light.

Even pure gold under the sun would never have such an attractive and beautiful glow.

"Take the spirit stone. Use it as you wish."

"Whether it's attracting monsters as vanguards or inserting them into your own bodies, I've taught you all that, right?"

"And you can make as much trouble as you want, but someone must go to the disrespectful Thirteen Sakura Village, that's it."

In silence, the smiles on the faces of the bandit leaders grew wider and wider.

They hugged the square box, their arms tangled together, as if no one wanted to let go. The iron plates of armor under their clothes began to tighten until they made crackling sounds, but they still didn't let go.

Master Rihu stopped looking at them and just listened to the sounds of struggling and gasping becoming increasingly distant.

He leisurely moved an easel from the bookshelf.

Opening the remaining long box, a scroll was hung on the easel and slowly unfolded.

A picture of a woman with simple composition and color appeared on the easel.

Master Rihu was kneeling in front of the painting of the woman, as if he was appreciating it seriously.

However, as the sunlight coming in from outside flickered, a strange sound appeared, as if it was coming from the cracks in the ground.

The sound was like the wind, passing through the courtyard.

Like the screams and wails of humans being burned and hacked.

It was hard to tell whether it was an illusion of the wind or a real scream.

In the scroll, the woman who was originally graceful and elegant with her eyes closed slowly opened her eyes as the light and shadow changed, and her peaceful face became ferocious and grew fangs.

A gray ink mark invisible to ordinary people spread out from the scroll, dripped onto the ground, and spread towards Master Rihu who was kneeling and admiring the painting.

The Master did not move, but a mysterious beast suddenly appeared beside him.

It was a tapir, with the same dreamy golden color as the so-called spiritual stone shining on a person's face, and it wore a crown and Shinto talisman patterns on its body.

After opening its mouth, it sucked with its long nose and swallowed the scattered ink whole, then spit it out and covered the scroll.

The dream-eating tapir squatted beside Master Rihu.

It seemed like a man and a beast were both admiring this filthy painting.

[Residue] will tend to target and infect a certain person. It is incredible enough to say this.

However, this incredible resentment and hatred was suppressed invisibly by the guardian spirit in front of Master Rihu.

Even the filth cannot consume itself.

Master Rihu wants these filth to be consumed in this place, and only then are they qualified to be consumed somewhere else.

(End of this chapter)