Koyasan, Higashimi Mountain, the place where Shingon Buddhism preaches the Dharma, is also one of the spiritual mountains in Japan, and the concentration point of spiritual veins connects the total spiritual veins from Mt. Fuji all the way, gathers the spiritual veins in other directions, and then spreads out. There are many cultivators and mana monks here, and it can be regarded as a forbidden place for youkai in Japan - even in this era of darkness and nocturnal ghosts. It is difficult for ordinary yokai to set foot in the Buddhist barrier of Koyasan - in fact, even if there is no enchantment, it is full of the mana of Buddhism, and the mana that almost turns Koyasan into a mandala city is not something that youkai can bear.

Mori Luo walked on the road into Koyasan - not a road, but a roadless forest full of leaves. As soon as he stepped in, the iron-colored bones on his body emitted a strong black aura, and then turned into a white aura, and the skeletal warrior let out a muffled snort. As for Shimizu Hime, she didn't come with her at all, she was bounced off the ground in the first place, and the ghost's body became transparent and uncertain. The skeletal samurai stepped back, "I'm sorry, Shimizu. I overestimated myself. "There were cracks in his bones, as if they had been washed through by strong acid.

Sen Luo had a little headache, if he felt this way, "It seems that there is no way to walk in the forest, let's take the main road." "Of course, there are paths for monks and believers to walk on Koyasan, and I am afraid that there will be no very strong barrier to block it, but in this case, I am afraid that Moriro will often meet those monks and passers-by, and the skeletal samurai decided to take a walk - after all, Koyasan is very large, and there are not many monks who come and go, and there is no constant stream of tenants of the temple that carries food in.

The bluestone-paved road is not wide, and only an ox cart can pass through, and the road is empty, and there is no fire in the stone lantern erected every once in a while, anyway, it is still daytime, so there is no need for these things. Sen Luo stepped on the road, the mana of the Buddha here was much weaker than in the forest, and he was fully able to withstand the erosion of these mana - but Qing Mizuhime was afraid that he would not be able to, and she smiled and hid in Sen Luo's ribs. The skeletal samurai felt the sense of sufficiency in the strange ribs, and walked step by step along the road, using the ten-character gun in his hand as a crutch.

After walking more than three miles, Sen Luo's brow, if he had, should have furrowed, "No trace of people?" How weird? As a demon, Sen Luo is still quite sensitive to the breath of the living, he can feel that there are no people on this road, the popularity of the road has dissipated, and there are no footprints on the ground, on the contrary, there are still leaves, and there is no trace of trampling on it...... Suspicious, Moriro continued to move forward, and Shimizuhime also stretched out from his neck, as if Moriro had turned into a two-headed skeleton ghost for a moment.

"Hmph." The skeletal warrior continued to move forward, and in the distance there was an aura that he was quite familiar with, "The breath of the dead!" How could Koyasan have such resentment? Didn't become a Buddha? Sure enough, after making a roundabout, Sen Luo saw more shriveled and rotting corpses on the ground, not one, but scattered across the road and the forest beside it. With a casual sweep of Senro's eyes accustomed to the battlefield, he could see that at least seven people had been beheaded and dismembered. The heads that could still be distinguished from the broken clothes showed that three of them were supposed to be ordinary believers, while the other four were monks.

Sen Luo looked at the trace of resentment in this killing field, even in the holy land of Buddhism, these resentments were still not eliminated, but wrapped around the spirit body that had already appeared skeleton decay - that's right, the souls of the seven people were not exceeded, and they were still lingering here. Sen Luo couldn't help them out, he just looked at the broken corpses to himself. "These incisions are very smooth, the guy who does it is really ferocious, but the martial arts are really strong - one knife to cut it, whether it is bones, muscles, or fat, it is directly cut off, without a little mud and water, and the second knife will not be used."

"But it's a little weird, huh? Is it one person or two people doing it? Or is there more? Sen Luo looked at the corpses and fell into deep thought. The skeletal warrior then began to put the corpses together, and before long, seven bodies that lacked a part of their bodies lay in a row on the ground. "Tall and short, but .....," Sen Luo carefully looked in the direction of the incision, "a tall murderer." "If it's not a tall murderer, then this murderer can skillfully use the naginata, and basically every deceased person has extremely sharp traces of shackling robes.

Shimizu Hime's head has retracted into Sen Luo's chest, she has always been not interested in this, after Sen Luo saw these wounds, he began to dig a pit with his ten-character gun on the ground on the side of the road, the magic spear with a faint demonic aura is still very sharp, and it was easy to dig a big hole, and Sen Luo put the seven corpses in the pit and placed them, covering the soil again. With a flash of the spear, a tree was cut off, revealing a white trunk, and the skeletal warrior used his finger as a knife to write the words "Tomb of the Seven" on the wood, then cut the wood and stuck it in front of their tomb, nodded with one palm, and continued along the road.

Sen Luo didn't say a word along the way, he kept thinking, who would kill people on the avenue of Koyasan? And there are monks among them, but the most important thing is that these corpses have been at least five or six days, and no one has collected them. "Things seem to be more serious than we see." The double intonation sounded, and Sen Luo's tone also had a rare sense of heaviness. No matter who it is, the one who dares to kill people in this holy land of Buddhism, the spiritual land of Japan, is by no means a simple guy.

And Sen Luo felt more and more relaxed now - if when he first entered Koyasan, he could only exert one-twelfth of his strength at most, then now, he could easily wield at least half of his demonic power. The mana of the Buddha in front of him has been weakened, the barrier has been greatly weakened here, and there is also a new hell in front of him - the Koyasan mountain road in front of him happens to be a big platform, and it is usually a place where monks, believers and tenants rest and drink water - there is a small stream next to it. But now, this place has become hell, and a large number of broken corpses have fallen here, and this time, Sen Luo can tell that it is all the monks and soldiers of Koyasan.