I became the Lord of the Eternal World in Tokyo.

Compared to ordinary demons, the ashes given by sick relatives seem to be exceptionally small.

This is somewhat similar to the demon at Kisaragi Station.

The less consciousness a demon possesses, the less soul ash can be obtained after killing it.

—To some extent, the soul ash obtained after exorcising demons is probably related to the "number of souls".

As for sick relatives, being demons created by illness, it is normal that they possess less "soul".

However, although the amount of soul ash dropped by a single familiar is small, the sheer number of these familiars makes up for it.

If a mere village can yield around two hundred Soul Ashes, then the large cities will only produce even more.

In this way, you can quickly accumulate the Soul Ash needed for gacha pulls.

This is, barely, a tiny bit of good news amidst a sea of ​​bad news.

[You used Kaga Kiyomitsu: Blade of Parting to devour a large number of sick and suffering companions - Rotten Hiko, slightly improving Kaga Kiyomitsu's quality!]

Previously, when Kaga Kiyomitsu was promoted to Epic rank, he mentioned that using it to slay and exorcise different kinds of demons would result in a greater boost.

Otherwise, if it were just a group of lowly demons, not even one-star level, it would most likely have no effect on it at all.

Just as Uesugi Tetsu was about to close the notification and return to the place where the horses were tied with Imagawa Yoshimoto, a scarlet notification suddenly appeared in his eyes.

[Please note! Your previous actions may have drawn the attention of the Eight Sufferings, specifically the suffering of illness!]

The simultaneous disappearance of a large number of family members... could it draw the attention of someone suffering from illness?

But there is no way around it.

When you encounter a sick or suffering family member, you should perform a purification ritual.

This is a matter of course.

Uesugi Tetsu sheathed Kaga Kiyomitsu, walked to the edge of the village, raised his hand, and released several large fireballs towards the few places that had not been consumed by the sorrow of parting.

The last traces of the village's existence, along with the plague, were sent into a raging inferno.

After mounting his slightly weary horse, Imagawa Yoshimoto turned back and deeply imprinted the hellish landscape, purified by pallor and flames, into his eyes.

Fortunately, I met Che-jun.

She thought to herself.

Otherwise, given the level of importance he placed on the turmoil in the Three Rivers region, he would have only needlessly sent the entire Three Rivers Kingdom into hell.

Uesugi Tetsuya sensed the spiritual energy he had consumed in a short time and sighed helplessly.

During the Warring States period, the recovery of spiritual energy was extremely slow.

"By the way, Lord Yiyuan," he asked as he tried to infuse his inner energy into the horses beneath him to remove the influence, "can you sense any spiritual energy, even just a tiny bit?"

If Imagawa Yoshimoto can sense spiritual energy, then he can teach her some incantations, and perhaps in a year or two, the komainu bell can be handed over to her to take over his guard duties.

But Yoshimoto Imagawa shook his head: "No, I can't feel any of the so-called spiritual energy you mentioned, Che-kun... 'Aura' is everywhere, though."

pity.

She has the same Absolute Spirit physique as Ririko.

Uesugi Tetsuya stopped thinking about it. After using his solar energy to clear the meridians of the two horses, he had temporarily restored them to their vigorous state.

Although we don't know how long it will last, we'll take it as long as we can.

"Lord Yiyuan, let's hurry up and set off."

"Ah."

Imagawa Yoshimoto nodded heavily.

So the two of them continued deeper into Mikawa Province, following the general map route in Imagawa Yoshimoto's mind.

It soon got dark, but fortunately the silver moon was there, providing a negligible amount of light.

Along the way, the two also witnessed many tragedies of corpses lying exposed by the roadside due to various unknown diseases.

Uesugi Tetsu could only use small fireballs to collect their bodies, which could be considered as slowing down the spread of the epidemic.

Fortunately, winter is approaching and the temperature is very low.

Otherwise, the plague would have already broken out on a large scale in various places, and the 62-day mission time limit would probably have to be shortened by half.

Uesugi Tetsu looked up at the dark clouds that were about to obscure the silver moon.

He was fine, but the horse beneath him couldn't see very clearly.

“Lord Yiyuan, why don’t we rest here in the mountains for the night? I can dig out a cave for the two of us to stay in.”

"No, wait a moment."

Imagawa Yoshimoto squinted with difficulty, subconsciously craning his neck, and it took him a while to confirm that it was a candlelight flickering high up.

"Che-jun, I think I've seen another village."

She immediately added

“There was a fire.”

Uesugi Tetsu also turned his head, but saw nothing.

Before he could reply, Imagawa Yoshimoto, his eyes narrowed to slits, added, "There's a plaque hanging at the entrance of that village, I think it's called..."

"—Mountain Whale Village".

Mountain whale?

Mountain whales in the Sanhe region?

Almost reflexively, Uesugi Tetsuya associated it with another keyword.

—A masterpiece!

Chapter 180 All Demons Gather Together, Buddha's Kindness Cannot Be Repaid! Does the Legendary Demon King Really Exist?

Sanhe Country, Xiwei City.

In the afternoon, the chanting of Amitabha Buddha by believers echoed throughout the Jodo Shinshu sect.

In front of the golden statue of Amitabha Buddha in this hall.

Although all the wooden doors of the main hall were open to the outside, the monks and soldiers coming and going could only see the Venerable Lianguang sitting cross-legged in front of the golden statue, his eyes half-closed, exuding an imposing aura without anger.

The monks who commanded tens of thousands of Jodo Shinshu monks throughout Mikawa Province sat on worn-out prayer cushions.

The Dharma Master, known as Lotus Light, had bulging muscles all over his body, resembling a bear. He wore thick oak-colored prayer beads around his neck and a worn-out gray robe. He chanted Buddhist scriptures, and his face was both dignified and compassionate.

On the other side of the main hall, the dull sound of the mallet striking the wooden fish echoed evenly, as if it would never stop.

Beside Master Lianguang, a fair-skinned young novice monk was pouring tea for him with a smile, holding up a teapot with peeling lacquer.

Drip...

Snapped.

The flow of the tea suddenly stopped.

The Dharma Master Lian Guang's chanting also paused for a moment.

He extended his rough, calloused fingers, picked up the half-full teacup, took a sip of the scalding tea, and asked casually,

"What has happened, my afflicted benefactor?"

After blinking, the fair-skinned young novice monk replied, "Somewhere on the edge of the Three Rivers, all contact between my family and me was suddenly severed."

"And all of it was gone in an instant, not a single bit left."

The young novice monk gestured in surprise.

As he spoke, a look of worry appeared on the young novice's innocent face. He took a half step back, put down the teapot, and gestured as if to say goodbye.

"Lotus Light Dharma Master, I have been fortunate to receive your care recently..."

Lian Guang raised her hand and gently placed it on the novice monk's shoulder, then turned to look at him expressionlessly.

"There is no need to worry, benefactor. That old sword saint was taken to the southernmost part of the South China Sea ten days ago to cultivate."

"Now, there is absolutely no way we can get to Sanhe."

Lian Guang loosened her fingers and said coldly.

So the young novice sat down again, a happy smile on his face.

"The loss of your subordinates and their families this time may be due to the arrival of Imagawa Yoshimoto."

Bang bang, bang.

The sound of the mallet and the wooden fish suddenly stopped.

Instead, a hoarse voice, like two rough pieces of wood rubbing together, said: "Imagawa Jibu Daisuke Yoshimoto... Since arriving in Mikawa territory, I have often heard this name from conversations among people by the roadside."

It seems that the ruler of this region was also called a daimyo.

Before the smooth, round wooden fish, the monk, his body entirely made of wood, put down the mallet in his hand, clasped his hands together, and spoke stiffly.

"Bodhidharma is wrong."

Lian Guang turned her head and corrected her seriously.

"—He is a great lord who can restore peace and stability to the entire Mikawa Province, and prevent any incidents from happening."

This is a scene that no one wants to see.

It took a long time and many people working together to transform Sanhe into the ideal place it is today.

Now that Imagawa Yoshimoto has arrived, he wants to turn him back?

Where would you find such a good thing?

Bodhidharma remained silent and began striking the wooden fish again.

The young novice, or rather, the one suffering from illness, blinked after hearing this, and thoughtfully stroked his chin.

A few seconds later, Bingku took out an extremely detailed map from the lining of his clothes and placed it in front of Lianguang, then pointed upwards: "Here."

The place where the illness was directed was none other than the first village where Uesugi Tetsu and Imagawa Yoshimoto encountered a large number of corrupt scholars!

Before Lian Guang could speak, Da Mo jumped to his feet and spoke in a hoarse voice,

"Let this humble monk deal with this person."

Just then, a white dove fluttering its wings flew in into the warm afternoon sunlight, passed through the wide-open door, and landed on Lian Guang's broad shoulders.

Lian Guang opened the small wooden tube beside its paw, took out the roll of paper inside, and couldn't help but laugh heartily after glancing at it.

"Gentlemen, the Imagawa army only set off this morning; this is merely the vanguard."

Therefore, there's no rush.

As he lifted the teapot and poured the scalding tea into his mouth, the patient, suffering from illness, smiled.

Army?

He loves this the most...

Just as Bodhidharma was about to sit down and continue striking the wooden fish while reciting Buddhist scriptures in his mind, he heard the sound of a bell outside the door.

The slow, resounding chimes made Lian Guang's smile even brighter.

A moment later, a young novice monk rushed in from outside and respectfully bowed to the Venerable Lian Guang, who was sitting alone in the empty main hall, to remind him...

"Your Majesty, the daily 'Repaying Kindness' sermon is about to begin. Today, there are even more donors coming to pray and make wishes than in the past few days. We hope that you will..."

"This humble monk understands."

Lian Guang pulled himself off the prayer mat, dragging his tattered robe, and walked to the young novice's side. He clasped his hands together, bowed kindly, and said...

"Thank you for the timely reminder."

"No...no, I was just doing my duty..."

The young novice monk in gray robes, who had only recently joined the monastic community, waved his hands in a flustered manner. In his nervousness, he even mispronounced his own name.

Lian Guang didn't say much, but walked directly towards the huge square.

The young novice monk standing there first looked at the Amitabha statue, which seemed to be radiating dazzling golden light under the sunlight.