The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 309 Fujiwara
"Oh, he's indeed Ah Xun's biological son. He has a very good eye. Old man, I told you to be careful. Did you reveal your flaws?"

Mother Iori giggled.

Maybe it was due to the lighting or a psychological illusion, but Fujiwara felt that the old woman had aged ten years in an instant.

"Chiyoko has gone to the shrine to enjoy her life, spending the rest of her life serving the high priest. How many women want to go there but can't! If Xun knew about this, she would thank me in the underworld."

"You traded Chiyoko for rice! Mother will kill you if she finds out!"

"Born in troubled times, we old guys have to survive too."

"go to hell!"

Fujiwara Kyoji stepped on the straw mat and pounced on Iori, his short sword flashing like lightning.

Hearing the sound of a bowstring vibrating in his ears, Fujiwara quickly lowered his head. Two poisonous arrows brushed past his hat and hit the Bodhisattva in the opposite shrine.

At some point, the old village official who was slumped beside the stove stood up on his own.

The old man held a ninja short crossbow in his hand, repeatedly pulling the trigger at Fujiwara, and a strange cry that did not sound like a human voice came out of his throat.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Fujiwara dodged three crossbow arrows in succession and approached the stove.

The sharp laughter of old woman Iori was heard in the air.

"It depends on your ability."

Fujiwara threw the dagger at the sound.

Suddenly, a crack appeared under my feet.

The mixed-race child, along with the straw mat and tea, was swallowed by the crack and fell into darkness.

Fujiwara's body hit a hard object, but fortunately he was not injured.

He groped in the darkness for a while and confirmed that it was the armor of the deputy warrior.

He was right under the thatched hut, and in front of him was a tunnel extending into the unknown.

With the help of the light in the room, Fujiwara was surprised to find that dozens of "samurai" with weapons were standing around, staring at him with murderous eyes.

He quickly raised the knife.

The warrior did not respond.

"Hey?"

The warriors were silent.

He walked closer, reached out to touch it, and then drew his hand back as if he had seen a ghost.

This is not a warrior at all, but a human pupa.

The human pupa is wearing warrior armor, wrapped in a layer of human skin, and stuffed with straw or something like that.

"Half-blood, go stay with your sister."

The old man's hoarse voice came from the darkness.

Fujiwara held his sword in front of him with his left hand and groped on the ground with his right hand, hoping to pick up a long sword or firearm.

Finally, he touched a rotting calf.

"These are all defective products from the Contribution Master. Look for your sister among them..."

Fujiwara pushed away the human pupa in front of him, followed the old village official's lewd laughter, and swung his knife to chop him.

A crossbow arrow pierced through the human cocoon and shot towards the hybrid's eyebrows.

Fujiwara swung his sword to block, and with a sound, the arrow was deflected.

The surroundings returned to calm, with only the warriors who died in vain looking at him with empty eyes.

Fujiwara held the knife with both hands, his teeth chattering and veins bulging.

"Whoosh!"

Another sharp arrow shot towards us.

Fujiwara raised his sword to block.

This time, he finally locked onto the enemy's position and swung his sword to kill from behind.

A popping sound.

It was the sound of a sharp blade cutting through skin.

The old village official climbed up the steps to the thatched hut, then opened the window and jumped into the heavy rain.

Fujiwara bit the blade, crawled out of the tunnel using his hands and feet, and immediately chased after him.

Outside the thatched hut, lightning flashed across the sky like a white silk thread, illuminating two running figures.

Fujiwara was filled with rage, and he just chased after them regardless of whether there was an ambush ahead.

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A sharp arrow flew past his cheek.

The old village official was stabbed, but his speed did not slow down. He was like an old monkey in a mountain stream, running while looking back.

Fujiwara was furious and quickened his pace to chase after him.

The sticky volcanic mud could not stop him from taking revenge.

The distance between the two sides was rapidly closing.

"Go to hell!"

When he was five steps away, Fujiwara flew forward and chopped the old man's back with his sword.

The old village official turned around and blocked with his short crossbow.

With a snapping sound, the bowstring and the bow back were cut off.

The rain was pouring down, lightning flashed, and the angry and ferocious face of the mixed-race man was revealed.

"Where's Chiyoko? Tell me!"

"The day you see the wizard is the day you die."

Fujiwara was slightly stunned. Who is the mage?

At this time, the old village official's cloudy eyes became bright, and his big hands like dead branches took out a handful of caltrops.

Fujiwara quickly used his sword to protect himself and block the intensive attack of caltrops.

After a series of crisp tinkling sounds, the mixed-race man kicked the old man over.

"Go to hell!"

He used all his strength and swung his sword to chop off the head.

The old head rolled in the mud, and the headless corpse was still wandering in the rain.

Fujiwara stabbed the corpse again in the chest and the old man fell to the ground and finally died.

When I returned to the house, Iori disappeared.

Following the bloodstains on the ground, he returned to the tunnel filled with corpses.

The previous blow hit the old woman's vital point.

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Fujiwara groped around in the dark tunnel, not knowing how long he had been walking.

It is very narrow at first, but then it becomes passable and there seems to be light.

The further we go, the wider the tunnel becomes.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur.

This abandoned sulfur mine was once the private property of the lord of Kaga Domain, but later somehow became a demon's dojo for sacrifice.

Fujiwara finally reached the tunnel exit.

The exit is next to the cliff on the back mountain, right next to the crater that is spewing smoke.

Here, he caught up with Iori Witch.

Iori's face turned pale. Seeing his enemy catching up with him, he hurriedly shook a rope on the edge of the cliff.

The rain stopped and the sky became gloomy.

The lava at the mountain pass gradually died down, and people standing by the cliff could feel the heat waves rolling under their feet.

Fujiwara's eyebrows were about to be burned off.

"How many girls have you murdered? You two monsters!"

Iori covered his waist and abdomen, spitting blood and laughing.

"These poor souls are wasted in life. We might as well sacrifice ourselves to the wizard. We are not monsters, but his followers. Once we gather five hundred girls, the wizard will ascend to heaven in broad daylight, and Grandpa and I will also be able to achieve immortality."

Fujiwara was furious and grabbed Iori.

The witch was as old as a dead branch and very light.

"Mother was so good to you, but you didn't even let her daughter go, you beast!" Iori said with a smile, his eyes blurred.
"In troubled times, we old guys have to survive too!"

The half-breed lifted the witch above his head.

"Axun's silly son, your sister is still in our hands, don't mess around..."

"what are you up to?"

"I dedicate you to the White Mountain God. He's very excited now. Look, he's still erupting."

After saying this, Fujiwara threw Iori off the cliff with all his strength.

The magma is boiling.

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A cableway runs along the entrance of the cave, extending into the depths of darkness.

He imitated the movements of old woman Iori and swung the rope bell.

Soon, a basket slid across the volcanic ash and came in front of them.

Fujiwara was anxious to find Chiyoko's whereabouts, so he ignored the danger and jumped into the hanging basket.

The bell rang again, and the stationary basket began to move slowly into the distance.

Through the layers of mist, a tall and majestic mountain appeared behind the White Mountain.
It turns out that there is such a hidden mountain behind Baishan Mountain.

The basket moved forward for a long time and finally stopped.

Fujiwara jumped out of the basket, and the world in front of him was surrounded by a light blue mist, as if he was in heaven.

Fujiwara walked two miles eastward, and the ground became fragmented, and a faint blue flame emerged from the ground.

A majestic temple lies on the mountainside.

"Shiranui?"

Fujiwara had heard from his mother that Shiranui was a strange fire in the legend of Kyushu, and also a monster in ancient folklore.

It appears in the Yatsuro Sea and Ariake Sea areas on the last day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar when the wind is weak or on the night of the new moon.

I didn't expect to see it on Honshu Island.

"This should be the Shiranui Shrine, where the evil monk lives."

Fujiwara didn't think too much and climbed up resolutely.

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Fujiwara looked at the flames burning everywhere, kicked open the gate, and walked into the darkness along the corridor.

At the end of the corridor, the sound of a woman crying could be heard faintly.

He gripped his katana tightly and pushed open the wooden door, like a vicious tiger stalking at night, leaving bloody footprints behind him.

"All phenomena are impermanent, they are subject to birth and death. When birth and death are extinguished, nirvana is bliss."

The revelation's voice was like a wake-up call in his ears.

A sickle pierced through the paper window and cut towards the mixed-race man's throat.

He raised his sword to block, and the friction between the blade and the front edge of the sickle made an unsettling clicking sound.

The chain at the end wrapped around the arm holding the knife.

When Fujiwara was practicing martial arts in Osaka, he knew the power of this kusarigama. Once entangled by it, the arm would be cut off by the sickle blade.

He stepped forward with his left foot, leaving a huge footprint on the tatami.

He exerted force on his wrist and tore the enemy on the other side of the sickle towards him.

Before the opponent could throw out the caltrops, the dagger had already pierced into the enemy's lower abdomen.

"Where's Chiyoko?"

"She is a sacrifice to God, and I will taste it too."

The barefoot monk was bleeding from all seven orifices, but he kept laughing wildly.

"Go to hell!"

The small tachi stirred in the barefoot monk's heart.

A dark shadow passed by in the distance.

"Huiran, you evil monk! You're a monster that never sees the light of day! Get out here!"

Fujiwara roared and killed three monks in succession.

He stared ahead.

The dark shadow ahead was like the wind.

He put away the blood-stained sickle, clenched the sickle blade in his left hand, and began to swing the iron chain with his right hand, waiting for the black shadow to appear again.

The sickle pierced through the paper window like a meteor and smashed towards the enemy.

The sickle flew over a distance at high speed, like the strong sea breeze on the Kaga coast, directly cutting the enemy's throat.

The half-breed rolled over the burning beams, rushed in front of the monk, and slashed his ribs with both swords.

"Where's Chiyoko?"

"If she dies, you will die too!"

The corridor has come to an end.

There were crackling sounds of fire coming from all around. The beams of the Shiranui Zen Temple were burned one by one, and the beams fell to the ground, and the surroundings suddenly turned into a sea of fire.

The firelight illuminates the bloody and dirty world.

Fujiwara looked around and called out Chiyoko's name.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by, and Fujiwara felt a distinct chill between his waist and abdomen?

Like diving into the seabed in early summer.

He was hit by a long knife.

By the light of the fire, Fujiwara reached out and groped around his waist.

A stream of blood.

He gritted his teeth and raised his two swords, taking a fighting stance.

There are hazy ghost lights all around.

"Evil monk, come out and die!"

The hybrid kept turning around to avoid leaving blind spots in his defense.

The black shadow passed by again, and Fujiwara swung at it meaninglessly.

He was hit on the back by a Japanese sword again.

Fujiwara staggered forward as if hit by a hammer and almost fell.

He swung the sickle backwards with all his strength.

Just hit the air.

The Japanese-Portuguese mixed-race boy with superb knife skills suddenly felt deep despair.

He didn't even see the opponent's figure.

He still brandished his two swords, fighting like a trapped beast.

Soon, the enemy added the third and fourth swords...
He seemed to have been hit by a musket, and with every sword blow, his burly body trembled until he was bleeding profusely and fell to his knees on the ground, leaning on his ether sword.

Fortunately, he was wearing armor, otherwise he would have been hacked to death.

A monk walked out of the fire.

I don’t know if it was because of the reflection and refraction of the firelight, or because of his psychological effect, but the enemy in front of him was huge, like an Arhat descending.

"Master is praying for the general. Who are you? You killed Iori and his wife and burned the shrine. You will be judged by God."

"I'll judge you first! You monsters!"

Fujiwara stood up with difficulty, and the next moment, the short sword flew out of his hand.

A ten-foot-tall demon monk wearing a mask stretched out his giant bear-paw-like hand to protect his face and pulled out the dagger that had pierced his arm.

In front of Fujiwara, the evil monk reached out and broke the short sword in half.

Fujiwara Kyoji looked at the monster in front of him, his voice trembling:
"Where's Chiyoko?"

The evil monk roared angrily.

The revelation is like a wake-up call, awakening the deaf and dumb!

"All things are impermanent, they are subject to birth and death! When birth and death are extinguished, nirvana is bliss!"

"Born in a humble family, go to Shura Hell to find your sister!"

After saying this, the giant monk lifted the half-blood child up with both hands and threw him into the blazing fire in the hall.

(End of this chapter)