Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"The master showed me sincerity and gave me two fortune sticks."

"Now, I will repay you with a sword."

Uesugi Kiyoshi released Kyoko's hand and gave her a reassuring look.

Then, a mirage-like aura condensed in his palm.

The sharp Onikiri took shape in an instant.

Yoshiya Ikkyu's eyes narrowed, as if he recognized the sword. Kiyoshi Uesugi walked a few steps to the pagoda, but did not make any overstepping moves.

He simply held his sword and closed his eyes.

With a thought, Ikkyu Yoshiya knew what Uesugi Kiyoshi wanted to do.

"Young layman! Wait a moment!"

He roared, his voice booming like a bell or a lion's roar, and he even used some of the power of Buddhist cultivation.

Even if an ordinary person were bewitched by ghosts or gods, such a shout would make them realize their mistake and return to the right path.

But Uesugi Kiyoshi's resolve was unwavering; how could he possibly sway it?

Once the sword is drawn, it must not be stained with blood; there is no turning back.

He wanted to see what kind of evil spirit could make Daitoku-ji Temple treat it with such caution, and even stir up trouble, intending to break free of its seal.

The frequency of his mental energy gradually synchronized with that evil aura.

The familiar feeling of weightlessness came.

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

Outside, Ikkyu Yoshiya stamped his foot, his expression conflicted, seemingly annoyed and remorseful.

He never imagined that Uesugi Kiyoshi would be so reckless; this journey might be his last.

Having cultivated for quite some time, he could naturally sense the imposing sword aura emanating from Uesugi Kiyoshi and knew that he was an exceptionally talented young man, probably one of the best among the younger generation of swordsmen.

Can.

The one sealed within Daitoku-ji Temple is not someone that can be easily moved by human power.

Even if we win by half a point, so what?

That evil spirit is infamous throughout the world. When people think of its name, they are instantly reborn in a dream. How can it be completely eradicated?

Yoshiya Ikkyu felt uneasy, but even more so, he was annoyed.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was right about the old monk. He was indeed a kind person. Not all Buddhists are kind-hearted, but Ikkyu Yoshiya served as the head of Daitoku-ji Temple for more than forty years. He was conscientious and diligent, and had made no mistakes. He deserved the title of master.

In his heart, a brilliant new star in the world of swordsmanship was about to fall.

Even Xingzi, standing to the side, was more composed than him.

Because this wasn't the first or second time he had watched his beloved go off to fight with a sword.

Uesugi-kun always manages to return safely.

This time, of course, will be no exception.

The surrounding light was dim, and a putrid smell filled the air.

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

The surrounding area is a somewhat compact wooden structure, with tattered pendants hanging down and bells jingling, moving even without wind, and some tattered colorful curtains scattered around.

It appears to be the interior of that Buddhist pagoda.

This "pagoda" is a typical pavilion-style Buddhist pagoda, clearly influenced by the architectural style of the Celestial Empire. The edges of the pagoda are wooden corridors and staircases, and in the center of each floor of the pagoda, scriptures, Buddhist treasures, or relics are enshrined.

The tower was seven stories high. Uesugi Kiyoshi looked up and saw a dark shadow looming overhead, obscuring the sun.

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

Three minutes later, he arrived at the top floor of the pagoda.

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

The seventh level is the finial.

This should be the narrowest level of the entire pagoda.

But Uesugi Kiyoshi stepped forward and was slightly surprised.

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

In the very center, there is a statue-like object covered by a black cloth, making it difficult to see clearly.

Above them, the sky was a hazy gray.

Yes, this tower has no top.

The top of the tower is the sky.

This is a dream world, so it's not surprising that Uesugi Kiyoshi sees anything here.

He simply stared intently at the rugged terrain covered by a black cloth, moving his feet lightly.

He gripped the Onikiri tightly in his hand, a hazy mist flowing over the blade like water, and the sword seemed to tremble slightly with excitement.

Something resonated with it.

The answer is at hand.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose.

The bells rang like thunder, and rumbling thunder echoed in the sky, like a harbinger of a torrential downpour.

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow, unmoved, and continued walking.

All these changes seem like a warning, or perhaps a lure.

It was enticing him to find out more.

Suddenly, a Buddhist chant rang out from nowhere.

Immediately, a golden light shone forth.

From the bottom of the tower, the objects enshrined in the center of each level seemed to sense something and began to shine brightly.

They bloom in sequence from bottom to top.

Buddhist scriptures, kasaya (Buddhist robe), and tin staff.

Glass, agate, and relics.

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

Within this light, six figures in monks' robes quietly emerged.

The chanting of scriptures resounded like a miracle, instantly inspiring people to bow down in worship.

Those six figures in monk robes looked somewhat familiar to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

At the entrance of Daitoku-ji Temple, there were many notice boards, many of which introduced the "bozu" (masters) of the past. Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced at them briefly.

Although the portrait techniques of the ancients were not very advanced, even if there was only a slight resemblance, it was still possible to make a deduction—these six monks were the six wardens in the history of Daitoku-ji Temple.

The chanting of Buddhist prayers was low, and one of them turned to Uesugi Kiyoshi, whose face was as compassionate as that of the Buddha.

“Young layperson, please do not go forward.”

“Our temple has suppressed this fiend for five hundred years, but now we are at our last gasp. The demons are rampant and we are helpless. We are ashamed.”

"For the past five hundred years, the spirits of those who died at Dade Temple, those who could have become Buddhas did not, and those who could have been reborn in the Pure Land did not. They all entered this pagoda, just so that this barrier could be made stronger, and just so that this evil spirit could break free of its seal a little later."

"This humble monk does not know why you have come here, but please do not act rashly. If you are possessed by evil spirits, even this humble monk will be unable to save your life."

The old, decrepit monk spoke gently, his voice radiant with Buddhist light, as he softly stopped Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Without anger or resentment, only sincere advice.

As soon as he spoke, a sudden burst of spiritual light appeared inside the pagoda.

On the wall, there are countless recessed pits, each containing a faint glimmer of Buddha's light.

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

Even in death, their souls willingly entered the pagoda, contributing their perhaps insignificant strength, solely to seal away the evil spirits within.

Over a long period of time, they have lost their sense of self, only instinctively radiating Buddhist light as they fulfill the obligations they have set for themselves.

Uesugi Kiyoshi disliked Buddhism and had no feelings for monks.

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

The six illusory figures of monks possessed an aura as vast as the ocean and as high as the mountains. In Uesugi Kiyoshi's opinion, they were not much inferior to gods.

If they are willing to pass away peacefully, can they enter the Buddhist realm?

Uesugi Kiyoshi knew nothing about Buddhist deities, nor did he know whether monks could "become Buddhas."

It doesn't matter anymore.

The sword-wielding youth took a deep breath, smiled slightly at the six high monks, raised his arm slightly, pointed diagonally at the strangely shaped statue covered in black cloth in the center, and spoke humbly.

"As a junior, I am deeply grateful for the noble deeds of the masters and thank Daitoku-ji Temple for its sacrifice on behalf of the countless innocent people of Kyoto."

"I am merely a swordsman who sees injustice and is willing to use my sword to slay this evil spirit."

May you all attain Buddhahood!

Chapter 360 Who are you?!

These words were considered arrogant by the successive heads of Daitoku-ji Temple.

But instead of mocking them, they offered kind words of advice.

“At your age, it’s good that you’re young and energetic, but you must not be headstrong.”

"This evil spirit is not something that can be easily shaken by human power."

"Within a thousand years, this scourge has twice wreaked havoc in the capital, and countless innocent people have died at its hands."

"You may have heard of this villain's name, young layman."