At dusk, on the desolate land, outside an abandoned village, there was not a single leaf left by the dead tree.

On the dead branches that stretched out in all directions like claws, the corpses hung with hemp ropes swayed in the wind like bacon dried in a farmhouse.

The corpses had dried and had apparently been hanging for a long time.

A flock of crows quacked and stopped on top of the corpses, black birds, all with blood-red eyes, some larger, and even disgusting sarcomas growing on their bodies.

Not like a living creature, but like a demon.

"Bang"

A blood-stained Buddha staff is on the ground under the tree, and there are blood-stained worn monk shoes, and the hat covers part of the sight, but it can be vaguely seen that under the hanging ghost tree in front of him, there are corpses piled up everywhere.

Some have turned to white bones, and some are still bleeding.

The corpse had a yellow and thin face, his hair was scattered, and he was dead miserably, and his eyes were wide open to the sky, reflecting a gray sky, and there was no ray of sunlight in sight.

His eyes swayed, as if he had been injured and in pain.

The owner of the sight sat on a blood-stained boulder under the tree, and looked back to see that not far away, in the wilderness full of bones, there were brutal demons who had been cut into two pieces by the Dharma.

The monster had two horns, like a bull demon, and its blood-red lantern eyes were pierced by the Buddha's magical powers, lying there, like a black mountain of meat.

Wearing a large hammer made of human skin, he was still holding a broken awl hammer when he was dying.

“@%！ %@￥！ @！ ”

There was a voice that Hua Qing couldn't understand, and it sounded very rhythmic when it was recited, considering the identity of the owner of this memory, this should be a Buddhist scripture recited in Dongyingwen.

The scenery over there is very different from the Central Plains, and the demons are killed and the demons are eliminated, so that the demons become Buddhas and go.

This memory comes from the travels of the old monk Zhenji outside the city of Nara, he desperately killed the monster that attacked him, but he couldn't save the person who should be saved.

Behind the dead demon, two or three children lay on their backs on the ground, no longer alive, and it was the "dinner" that the demon had found.

The old monk rested for a few breaths, stood up, staggered to the three children, knelt on the ground, trembled his hands, and picked up the three little bodies.

The old monk was desperate in his heart, and in this memory was the deepest, there was a faint cry.

He couldn't save these children, chanted the Dharma, killed the demons, but he was powerless to save people.

The image of the memory shifted a few bites, and there was a raging flame rising from under the hanging man's tree, taking the bodies of the innocent who had no place to be buried.

Burned along with the long-dead tree and the corpses that were hanging from the branches.

The flames were blazing, lighting up the evening night. Before the firelight, the old monk sat cross-legged, reciting the Sutra of Death over and over again.

In the uninhabited bone wilderness for thousands of miles, only that flame burned, it burned brightly, but its light shone ten feet at most, and it was powerless to disperse the farther night.

In the sound of crows, there was laughter in the night, and it was the firelight of this place that attracted more evil things.

This wilderness is a demon king's territory, and no living people are allowed to enter or leave, and such a small demon country is everywhere in the land of Dongying.

The survival of human beings has been squeezed to the edge, and there are only a few heroic cities in the world that can shelter all living beings, and most of the remaining living beings in the entire kingdom live there.

What can protect them is not the thick city walls, let alone the brave samurai, or the weak and cruel daimyo, but the Penglai Imperial Palace in the city.

The immortals who are said to live in the Imperial Pavilion, and their doglegs, that is the new legendary Takamagahara, has long replaced the myth of Amaterasu.

They protect one city after another, run the formations in the city, and constantly draw out spiritual energy to build the next human spiritual realm, but they do not prohibit living beings from leaving.

He claims to be immortal and benevolent, and he is free to stay.

But if there are such ghosts today, where can ordinary people rest when they leave the city?

"Alas"

The old monk sighed, propped up his body with his bent staff, and finally bowed to the firelight, and then staggered away.

He is leaving, even if he has not finished reciting the scriptures, if he still stays, he can only be food in the belly of demons.

In the dark night, the old monk walked on this wilderness of bones, and the night could not cover his eyes, but as far as his eyes could see, he could not find the direction, let alone hope.

He could see the barren and cracked land around him, this land and the people on the land were dead, but who would have thought that only ten years ago, this wilderness was still a famous fertile land on the land.

The demon revived in the aura, driving the farmer to flee from his hometown, and those who could not walk, who fled slowly, had been transformed into the decoration of the hanging ghost trees on the wilderness.

It symbolizes the "majesty" of the demon king here.

Walking thousands of miles, there are mass graves.

"There is no light in this country..."

The old monk was sad in his heart, but what could he do? People have a thousand calculations, and the sky is only one!

The heart has the idea of killing the thief, but the body has no power to return to the sky, and I don't know where this old bone will be buried after traveling all over the world?

The next moment.

When the night was gone, this memory dissipated, and another memory unfolded in front of Hua Qing's eyes.

He didn't plan to take away the old monk, so naturally he couldn't check all the memories of the old monk, so he could only choose the most profound memories of the old monk.

Further on, there is a bustling city, with red streets, lanterns illuminated at night, and the lazy singing of dancers coming from both sides of the bustling streets.

There are some drunken ghosts making trouble on the streets, and people come and go, as if they have returned to the world from the ghosts of the past.

The sound of a low and long drum sounded, and the bustling streets immediately changed, and everyone retreated to the sides.

In the sound of the ground shaking, the luxurious car driven by hundreds of people and pulled by white beasts slowly walked through the street like a moving mountain in the sound of jade, with a certain kind of majesty endowed with it.

The samurai in black feathered armor, armed with long swords, guarded the front and rear, and the chariot was surrounded by a white light veil, and a young man in a gorgeous costume, wearing a high crown, black hair and a shawl, and holding a paper fan.

That's Osaka's famous Onmyoji.

Tsuchigomon Takada.

It is said that he is a descendant of the great onmyoji Abe Harumi, his ancestors, when the immortals appeared five hundred years ago, they have worshiped under the immortals, and now the immortals live in the Penglai Immortal Domain.

The seventeen cities of the Wa Kingdom are supported by the immortal magic, which belongs to five great names, and is managed by seventeen immortal disciples and tens of thousands of onmyoji under the jurisdiction of the five great disciples, and the sentient beings under their jurisdiction are protected against evil demons.

As for the emperor ...

Hehe, who doesn't know now that the emperor is already a mascot, and he can't even count as a rubber stamp.

"The nobles are looking for them, and all the living beings worship them."

The elongated sound, like the sound of a crane chirping, echoed above the street, and when the car arrived, both sides of the street fell to their knees, and everyone was thrown to the ground, and no one dared to raise their heads.

And the nobleman in the car also closed his eyes slightly, no matter whether he learned the skills of the immortal family or not, the style and temper of the immortal family were ten out of ten.

The old monk stood on the eaves at the edge of the street, watching this scene silently, and felt very uncomfortable.

In the surrounding darkness, the ninjas of the Hattori family were ready for a surprise attack, and the four Yanagi Heart Yin Sword Saints wrapped their heads in white silk, with blood alliances, and their famous blades clenched in their hands.

Farther away, General Takeda and the samurai behind him, with sharp arrows in their warbows in their hands, and under the battle helmets with face protection, they were all full of fighting spirit.

There are also Buddhist monks and soldiers like the old monk Zhenji.

This is an attack, to kill the onmyoji in Osaka Castle on the spot, and then take the city, destroy the evil array, and seek a respite.

The old monk also has the will to die, and he is responsible for fighting against the vicious god of the Onmyoji and creating opportunities for the righteous to raid.

At the moment when the action was about to begin, the old monk looked back with a feeling and saw the highest place in the center of Osaka Castle, shaped in the style of a castle tower.

On the Imperial Heavenly Pavilion, even in the dark night, there is a Dao glow winding around the eaves, which is the so-called immortal atmosphere, and it is also the eye of the evil array in the city.

There is also a group of men and horses lying in ambush there, as long as the attack on their side is successful, the righteous soldiers of the earthwork group can burn the evil array without interference.

But... What's the use of that?

The old monk pinched his handprint, and the light of the Buddha emerged.

He is not afraid of death, he just wants to break through the darkness and seek hope for his family and all the people in this era.

However, even if the eyes are destroyed, can they really save the people of this city who are used as humans and animals?

Without the Castle Protectorate, thousands of demons around Osaka will rush into the city, kill people and drink blood, and create another hell.

But if you don't kill.

Let these immortals and thieves continue to rebel, and although the people in the city will survive, they will not see the future.

Finally... What should I do? What do you have to do to save this world?

In the next moment, the flames burst out.

The Buddha's light turned into a sharp arrow, piercing the luxurious car on the street, and there were Sensen ghosts crying, and three or four tall ghost-like gods were released, howling to block the old monk's Buddha light.

In that brilliant light and shadow, everything becomes unreal.

The old monk saw ten thousand arrows fired together, and saw the Liusheng Sword Saint stepping forward, the sharp blade out of the sheath, and between the joints, a human head flew up.

The monk soldier with the big nagi sword shouted to kill, and finally the samurai ronin, shouting and rushing into the convoy, he saw that the noble man was suppressed by the Buddha's light, and tried to escape in panic, and was killed by Takeda Shogun with the naginata.

Like a banner of flesh and blood, planted in the streets.

"敵会はすでに斬殺された!!"

In the excited roar of General Takeda, the head of the noble man was cut off.

In the blood light, thousands of people were terrified. The alien beast lost control and crashed into the crowd, and in an instant it was a road of flesh and blood.

That's a necessary sacrifice, they say...

The streets were in chaos, and in a short time, the light of the fire set fire to the high-rise buildings in the city behind them, like torches in the night.

Can this mortal light illuminate the night?

No.

As it turns out, it can't.

It can't dispel the darkness, it can only bring deeper calamity.

Three days later.

Osaka Castle was destroyed by the joint efforts of seven nearby demon kingdoms, and 270,000 creatures in the city...

Overnight, there were many dead and wounded.

Since then, the righteous people who rebelled against Penglai have never gathered, and everyone realizes that victory is impossible.

The more violently they resisted, the more frantic they became.

Hua Cyan's gaze shifted again.

The third memory, and the latest, surfaced in front of him, and this time the scenery was much better,

It is a mountain, deep in the mountains, with a wide dojo, which is the Tendai sect treasure temple of Mt. Hiei, but outside of the temple, there are two castle towers with very different scenery.

Samurai in red armor patrol the temple grounds, as well as black-clad Buddhist soldiers armed with naginatas and ronin samurai in deplorable clothes.

Farther away, on the hillside, some of the farmers who had fled here were cultivating the land, and everyone had a sad face and no desire to appreciate the scenery, and even the children did not dare to make a loud noise in the chase and play.

For fear that the shouting will attract evil demons and demons, and destroy the few remaining happy lands in this world.

The old monk who had returned from a long journey walked slowly on the road, and everywhere he went, the peasants who had worked stopped their work and bowed to him with great respect.

There are also women in kimonos, carrying newborn children on their backs, praying for the blessings of the old monks.

He stopped, took the baby, chanted the Buddha's words, and reached out to caress the baby's cheek, which had just opened his eyes, but in the eyes of the baby, which should have been pure and immaculate, there were gray pupils.

There is no inspiration.

The baby didn't cry or make a fuss, it was like a shell with a dull soul.

It was supposed to be a child symbolizing hope, but at this moment in the hands of the old monk, it was as heavy as a mountain stone, and even if such a child with no spiritual light grew up safely, he could only turn into rotten wood.

The mind is dull and inactive, like a domestic animal that has been raised, does some stupid work, and then marries and has children, and gives birth to babies.

But there is no aura in itself, and when a baby is born, it will also lack aura.

A terrible vicious circle, in this forbidden world, repeats itself, and they will eventually become like wild beasts, maybe for decades, maybe for hundreds of years.

That ending was predestined.

Keep destroying trees, even the roots of trees!

The old monk raised his head.

Above the mountain sky, there was a blue sky, empty, and the sky was clear, but at this moment, he seemed to be able to see that above the clouds in the sky, there was a pair of ruthless eyes, scanning the entire land.

The old monk lowered his head, returned the baby in his arms to the woman with a frightened face, said something, seemed to be relieved, and continued to move forward.

It's just that the spine hangs lower.

When he returned to the temple, there were guests waiting for him in the castle tower, and the two talked for a moment, but the person who came seemed to have a mysterious identity and did not say more.

just told the old monk what happened in Middle-earth, as if to open a ray of hope to him in despair.

"Master, go to Middle-earth! The decisive battle, will be there. ”

The ronin messenger stood up and said to him:

"If the warriors of Middle-earth also lose, there will be no hope in this world, and my family's daimyo will also go there, and if I can light that fire, it will surely illuminate the recovery of my country.

Dongying's hope is not in this wasteland, but in Middle-earth! ”

"Huh"

The speed of memory dispersion became ten times faster at this moment, which was what the old monk Zhenji wanted Hua Qing to see.

The picture changed, above the angry sea.

More than a dozen ships sailed with difficulty, and there were pursuers in the rear who kept shooting all kinds of weird things, and there were also onmyoji who summoned monsters in the sea, such as giant whales, dragons, and octopus-like monsters to plunder everywhere.

Let this fleeing ship, in just a moment, suffer heavy casualties.

This is the edge of the Amakusa Sea, and when you look out from this raging wave, you can also see a giant tornado pillar that connects the heavens and the earth, like seven pillars supporting the sky, completely cutting off the connection between the Amakusa Sea and the outside world.

"Go there!"

On the last three ships, the old monk roared hoarsely, louder than the vibration of the tide, and in the arrogant laughter of the Maori general, who had become a demon, the remaining three ships, in a state of death, changed course.

They crashed towards the sea kamikaze, and the pursuers in the rear seemed to hesitate and slowed down.

I watched as three ships full of people crashed into the kamikaze.

In just an instant, a ship was completely engulfed and pressed to the bottom of the sea.

But...

After hell, there is light.

When the old monk's eyes opened, what caught his eyes was a cloudless sky, a gentle and peaceful sea, and he looked blankly at the leisurely seabirds flying past in the sky.

He tried to pinch his handprints and use the magic of the Dharma, but the very convenient mantra used by Dongying did not respond on this sea.

Here, there is no aura!

They, they escaped from hell.

"Ahh

Behind the old monk, a group of monks who had escaped death hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces, and shouting hoarsely.

And the picture is rapidly zooming out at this moment.

Hua Qing could see that the eyes of the old monk who was bowing his head and reciting Buddhist scriptures in the sun were full of tears.

In search of hope, they escaped Hell and came to Middle-earth, but in a land of the same chaos and war.

Can they really find hope that has been lost for more than two decades?

Maybe.

Hua Qing thought of what she and others had done, perhaps, this kind of resistance before the catastrophe was the hope they wanted to find but couldn't find, right?