My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 198 Rashomon

At dusk, it is also called the time of encountering demons.

The outlines of yin and yang become blurred, and there are legendary moments when non-human beings can be seen.

It was about six in the afternoon, and the sky was split in two by clouds.On one side is a disc exuding crimson light, very bright and dazzling.On the other side, there is a whole piece of navy blue.

Fujiwara Hoshiku sat on Izu Maten's back and flew in the low sky.There were no tall buildings around, and the field of vision was very wide, and the strong wind slapped his cheek unscrupulously.

He suddenly thought of one thing.

The memory of Kyoto is Heian Kyo.

And Heianjing's memory is a ghostly shadow.

Not to mention anything else, Fujiwara Xingkong knows more youkai in Suga cafeteria these days than he has met in Tokyo in three years.

With a history of more than 1300 years, Heian-kyo is a city where demons and monsters coexist.

Wraiths wandering around the capital at dusk, revealing a hint of desolation.As the sun sets, the mountains become dark, leaving only a little white flowers, which looks a little bleak.

"Yitsu Maten." Fujiwara Xingkong closed his eyes and ordered: "If you find that the form is not right later, you should go back to the hotel immediately and take Xiaozhen back to Tokyo."

"Humph!"

The big demon with a human face and a snake body expressed its disdain with its nose.It thinks like this: If you hadn't come to Yin that day, this uncle would have eaten you long ago!
"Are you still not convinced?" Fujiwara Xingkong pulled out Guiche and tapped it on the head, "I know a dish called "Dragon and Tiger Fighting". Quench your hunger?"

Although he said this half-jokingly, Yijin Zhentian couldn't help but trembled, his body trembled in fright, and he fell to the ground.

The ground is a park where all kinds of birds fly from tree to tree, or drink and dress up by the pool.A fat orange came from the forest, and the birds flew up in a panic.

The orange cat dismissed this, and basked in the sun leisurely on the stepping stones by the water.

Suddenly, it raised its head and looked at a snake falling from the sky, its eyes flashing fiercely.

When he was about to fall to the surface of the water, Yijin Zhentian regained his balance, flapped his wings a few times, and flew back into the air again.In the park, the orange cat let out a "meow" and continued to squint its eyes and take a nap.

In the sky, Fujiwara Xingkong said disdainfully: "Just to scare you, your wings will be soft?"

"Master Fujiwara, I was wrong." Yizu Zhentian just had a bit of a brain, not stupid, so he chose to give in wisely.

It is not afraid of Fujiwara Starry Sky, but it is afraid of Niijima.Judging from the relationship between his master and him, if he offended his master, he would be beaten up at most.If you offend him, it is very likely that the owner will make it into a dish with his own hands.

One person and one demon flew in Kyoto under the setting sun, and soon came to the south of Central Street.

This is the central axis of Kyoto, and it has been the center of Kyoto for thousands of years.Close to the off-duty time, the avenue, which was supposed to be full of traffic, was put under martial law. Explosion-proof armored vehicles could be seen everywhere. Members of Section Nine, armed with live ammunition, watched their surroundings vigilantly.

A quiet zone appeared in the bustling city, as if it had been drawn into a vacuum.

Fujiwara Hoshizora landed on the ground, and a senior member of the Nine Sections came towards him.

"Mr. Fujiwara, you are here, please come this way."

"No need, just follow your plan."

"But..." The senior executive looked hesitant.

Fujiwara Hoshikora waved his hand, broke away from his entanglement, and walked alone on the empty street.

The tops of the buildings on either side gleamed in the setting sun, while the streets below sank in dim shadow.He stood in the shadows and looked up at the sky, the dusk would soon pass.

Suddenly, I heard a slight "pop" in my ear, which was very soft and difficult to detect.It was as if a person was walking in a lush forest at night, when the shell of a chestnut exploded automatically, and the fruit fell to the ground, making the sound.

Things like crisis usually lurk quietly in an unknown corner. Once the right time comes, it will rush out silently and devour every cell in the body coldly.

There was a faint ripple in the air, and when Fujiwara Xingkong noticed it, all the members of the Nine Sections on the whole street collapsed to the ground, only the lonely warning signs and armored vehicles were still swearing their presence.

The surroundings of the field of vision have been covered by a layer of navy blue film.The inside cannot see the outside, and the outside cannot see the inside.

A faint light lit up in Fujiwara Hoshiku's mind, and when he looked up, Rika Soga was flapping her wings, leaving a gorgeous silhouette on the navy blue background.

"Gu Huo Niao" Yijin Zhentian muttered, "I can't beat her."

Fujiwara Xingkong was silent, he had a very strange thought now-I might die.

The premonition always appears leisurely and then disappears inexplicably.

While he was in a trance, he heard the sound of a certain great monk chanting scriptures, which was more desolate than the sound of an owl from a distance.

He turned his head and looked over, and saw the back of a person in the middle of the street.

To be precise, it was not a person.There are two horns on the head, with a ferocious grimace, the exposed skin is red, only the pointed nails are black.

Its identity can be vaguely recognized from its plain monk clothes.

With its appearance, something in the dark was pulled, and the ground began to tremble, like an earthquake.

Fujiwara Hoshikora knew that "Ghost Hand" felt Rashomon's aura and came to Rashomon.

Now, Rashomon responds to it.

"Boom!"

The streets were cracked, and a lot of smoke and dust were rolled up. Amidst the vibrations, an ancient city gate slowly appeared in the middle of the road.

Under the plaque with the three Chinese characters [Rashomon], the wide city gate is tightly closed, and the red lacquer surface is covered with discolored yellow paper symbols, giving off a sense of heaviness.The collapsed stone steps were covered with weeds in the crevices of the stone, and white crow droppings can still be seen. On the other side of the large pillar with mottled vermilion paint, there was a cricket lying on its stomach.

Below the city tower is a barren landscape, with broken Buddha statues, offerings that have fallen all over the floor, and wood painted with vermilion lacquer and gold leaf piled up like firewood.In the depths of the layers of spider webs, there are many bones lying peacefully.

Suddenly, he saw a short, thin old woman crawling among the corpses, pulling out the long black hair of a female corpse.She stared at the blood-red eyes and said to the bones under the tower: "After these hairs are pulled out, they will be used to make wigs."

Fujiwara Xingkong rubbed his eyes, bowed to the back in front of him and saluted: "Master Ono, long time no see."

That "Masato Ono" looked back at him, his eyes were bright red, blood was seeping from the wrinkles on his face, and the veins on his arms were bursting.It stared at the starry sky of Fujiwara like a vulture with red eyes. It seemed to be chewing something in its mouth. The mouth wriggled and almost came together with the nose.

"Quack~~" The crow circled on the high raised gate, wailing hoarsely.They are like scattered sesame seeds, floating in the lonely and desolate evening sky of Kyoto, reflecting a desolate blood-colored dusk.

The heavy night was filled with corpses.

History looks for logic in the dark.

Religion calls out to the soul in the dark.

Fujiwara Xingkong glanced at Guhuo Niao, who was slowly descending from the sky, and said to Yizu Zhentian: "Go and hold her back, and buy me some time."

"Hurry up, I'm not her match." Yijin muttered innocently, flapping his wings and pounced.

The two big monsters collided with each other at low altitude, with a loud bang, and air waves erupted from the center of the battle.

Fujiwara Xingkong calmly looked at the two knives hanging on his waist.

A ghost.

A ghost cut.

He drew Onikiri and pointed at "Masato Ono" from a distance.

"buzz"

The beep sounded, as if feeling the breath of the thousand-year-old enemy, Onikiri's slender blade trembled slightly, and as the sword bearer, Fujiwara Hoshizo also felt a wave of excitement and bloodthirsty involuntarily rushing to his mind.

For a moment, it was as if the switch was pressed by an invisible hand.

The silver sword light cut through the dusk and collided with the ghost claws.

"Zheng."

Onikiri left a deep mark on Onikiri's hand, and blood shot out.

"Masato Ono" took a few steps back quickly, and smiled strangely without words.The ugly head was still chewing something, and blood spewed out from the corner of its mouth.

"It's very hard." Fujiwara Xingkong held a knife in both hands, and approached it step by step, "You Buddhists often say that "all living beings are suffering". Everything is suffering."

"Masato Ono" roared and rushed towards him.

"Thank you for everything you've done." Fujiwara Xingkong threw out a fire talisman and sealed it with one hand, "It's time for you to rest."

The moment the fire talisman exploded, it was like a fire dragon rushing out of the ground. The wildly dancing flames rolled up "Masato Ono" in an instant, and slammed into an armored vehicle parked by the roadside, directly smashing the explosion-proof door. The impact was dented, and then, a violent explosion sounded.

Amidst the roaring sound, blazing fireballs intertwined in the air, and broken cement blocks and speckled flames sprinkled on the road, flooding a large area of ​​the road.

Fujiwara Hoshizora walked into the flames with a knife. In front of him, "Masato Ono"'s body was half bright red and half charred black. His coarse cloth monk's robe was covered with blood and scorch marks, like the spots on a Dalmatian dog.

The blade swept across the air, bringing a cold light like amber, and blood splashed.

With Onikiri, Fujiwara Hoshizo's speed, strength, and body control have all gone up to a new level. Facing every fierce attack of "Masato Ono", he can stagger the attacks with extreme speed, plus all his The skill [Perception], can counterattack every attack of the opponent while dodging by misplacement

And because the damage caused by Onikiri to the Oni clan has a continuous burning effect, this battle is basically a crushing game.

In this flame, two shadows can be seen colliding rapidly like a dance. The sword light cuts horizontally and backwards, constantly pulling out beautiful blood flowers from "Masato Ono"'s body.

At a certain moment, the blade flashed, and a ghostly and amazing knife cut across its chest. As it staggered back, it couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground in one fell swoop.

In the last moment, Masato Ono's dying consciousness regained clarity, blood poured out of his mouth, he struggled and said the last words with difficulty.

"I envy you so much..."

"Don't let me down, Mihoko."

The light shone on his distorted face, Fujiwara Xingkong pursed his lips tightly, nodded, and then threw another fire talisman, burning the great monk and the ghost hand to ashes together.

"boom!"

A violent impact sounded from the side, and Yijin Zhentian's body fell from the air and hit a fire hydrant. After the fire hydrant broke, the water sprayed from the ground formed a small fountain.

Fujiwara Xingkong quietly looked at the ancient city gate in front of him. From the discolored yellow paper talisman on the gate, he felt unprecedented fluctuations in spiritual power. It was a powerful force far beyond his cognition, like a sleeping divine beast Like, people can't help but want to worship.

Even after 1300 years, the enchantment laid by Abe Seimei still gives people an indestructible sense of sight.

So how strong will this enchantment be when it is first laid?
Thinking of this, Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't help admiring him. He deserves to be the most powerful onmyoji in history.

At the same time, he was also wondering, facing such a strong sealing barrier, even if Ibaraki Doji knew the location of Rashomon, he seemed to have no way to break the barrier, so what is his layout in Kyoto for?
How would he open Rashomon?
Fujiwara Hoshikora frowned as he was thinking about this problem. On the other side, Izu Shinten gritted his teeth and stood up from the water curtain. The next second, the figure of Guhuotiao also rushed into the water curtain.

Whoa!Whoa!
It was as if several bombs had been detonated in an instant in the water curtain.

The two big monsters fought inside, and the majestic monster power collided in the water, which was heart-wrenching.

Soga Riyi attacks, Itsujin Ten defends, hits the sky from the water curtain, and chases around the building. One second, Ishima Tsuten just landed on a tree, and the next second Souga Riyi waved his wings. , the golden demonic fire cut through the entire tree crown like a long knife, and the green tree crown instantly roared and burned.

In desperation, Yijin Zhentian had no choice but to fall to the ground, and another demon fire landed on the place where it was standing. In a hurry, it could only support the barrier of demon power to resist.

When the explosion sounded, Su Woliyi had already arrived on horseback, flapping out her wings.

She looked noble and frail, but under these wings, the air around her was compressed. Izuku Zhentian was struck by this, and her body crashed directly into the critical shop on the roadside. The bright yellow demonic fire was tight. Then, huge flames exploded from the shop.

"Ow~"

Yijin Zhentian screamed fiercely, and flew out of the flames, as dispirited as he wanted.

"You bird man, don't be too arrogant!" It bared its teeth and cursed, ready to rush up and kill itself.

"Come back!" Fujiwara Xingkong shouted loudly.

"I'm going to tear this birdman apart!"

"To shut up!"

Fujiwara Xingkong stared at it coldly. From the fluctuations on its body, it can be sensed that this big monster is already at the end of its strength. If it continues to fight like this, it will take less than 10 minutes for it to be torn to pieces by Ms. Guhuo Niao .

"You go back to the hotel. If I can't go back tonight, I will take Xiaozhen and leave Kyoto immediately."

Yijin Zhentian let out a "hum" with great reluctance, flapped his wings with difficulty, and flew out.

Fujiwara Hoshizo held Onikiri in his hand, and looked at Rika Soga who was slowly descending to the ground.

Under the gloomy twilight, there were several bright red blood flowers on her fair and delicate face.Like the plum blossoms blooming in the heavy snow, it adds a touch of poignancy and weakness to this scorching battle.

(End of this chapter)