The misty clouds carry the heavy Milky Way, as if a downpour will fall from the sky in the next second.
Everything is wet. Every grass, every stone, every flower and every tree is covered with a layer of tide under the dark sky. Even the dust in the dilapidated temple on the roadside has absorbed enough moisture from the air, clinging to the tables and chairs and the uncared-for Buddha statue like a layer of sand.
She's here alone.
The temple was very quiet, but when she stepped in, she saw mottled footsteps on the dust all over the ground.
She turned sideways and walked forward, letting the shadows avoid them. The footprints were relatively small and did not look like those of an adult. But it is more like an animal than a human being. In addition to the neat toe tips, there are also strange long shadows trailing on both sides.
——The pace has no outward direction.
She shouldn't be alone here.
She walked to the Buddha statue in the middle and looked over. I don’t know who is enshrined here, but I can see this Buddha statue staring angrily, as if criticizing something.
boom!
The dilapidated door suddenly closed tightly.
The moment she turned around, the windows closed in response. Strings of chains that came from nowhere were overwhelming, tightly sealing all the doors and windows in the temple, making it airtight inside. The sound of metal colliding was endless and deafening. Sparks flashed out from the friction of the iron chains, causing everything in the room to burn out.
Click... crunch——
In this darkness, in an instant, she pulled out the weapon from the umbrella barrel at her waist, and when she shook her hand, the evil energy from the sword's blade swept across the altar table. The sword energy hit the chains crisscrossing like spider silk, making a crisp sound.
The chain was not cut off, but immediately after, the half of the Buddha's head that had just been hit fell sideways and fell into pieces from the left eyebrow to the corner of the right lip.
Half of a young man's body was immediately exposed in front of her.
The young man stepped across the section of the Buddha statue and landed directly on a horizontal chain in the air, making a clanging sound.
He looks about ten years old, looks very thin, and has some curly black hair. I don't know if he is born with it or if he has never taken care of it. He was wearing a long black-green coat with vermilion trim. It looked like a good material. But further down, he was barefoot, which was completely different from the identity that this piece of clothing should convey.
The difference that is more eye-catching than this is the chains around him.
The neck, shoulders, arms, knees, and the whole body are all scattered and bound by thin but strong chains.
Like a prisoner.
And those golden eyes clearly told the fact that this person was not an ordinary person.
"You are really a troublesome sister. I heard that you chased me for more than a thousand miles."
"Where is he?"
In the darkness, she raised her arms and refused to talk nonsense to him.
"Well...who is sister talking about?"
The young man hung on top of the iron chain and thought hard for a while.
"Where is he."
She just repeated.
The young man seemed to have remembered something, and said suddenly:
"Oh, oh - you mean him. Where is he... who knows?"
She jumped up and slashed straight at the young man's figure. But two chains rose up from both sides, crossing in front of her. She turned over temporarily and stepped on the intersection of the chains with one foot, but the strength in her hands was slightly weakened. By the time she struck the boy, he had already escaped to another chain.
Although it can't be called a battle of swords and swords, it can be said to be full of dangers, which makes people dare not slack off at all. There were layers of murderous intent among the lightning and flint, and every move she made was with a force that could kill someone.
Although, she can't kill him yet; although, he is not human either.
The Six Paths of Impermanence - Yayoi Yayoi Yingzuki-kun.
As the mediator of the three realms, he actually kidnapped his master and severely injured everyone in the master's sect... Whenever she thought of her senior brother's instructions in a pool of blood, an unquenchable anger surged in her heart apart from her grief.
At the nearest inn, I heard news that a "barefoot boy dragging a chain" was haunting.
Although this move was not her original purpose, she vaguely felt that she could use it to find the whereabouts of her master. But obviously, not only did he not get any valuable information at the moment, but he actually teased this annoying kid, which really made people angry.
It should be said that this is not a fair duel. Yingyue Jun sealed the venue in this small room and took advantage of the demon-binding rope to build a favorable space for himself. What's more, no matter how dilapidated the temple is, it should be a peaceful place. If possible, she doesn't want to wreak havoc here - although, the incomplete Buddha statue shows that it seems to be a step too late.
She gripped the handle of the weapon, and quickly thought of countermeasures while pressing forward step by step towards Lord Yingyue.
Is there any shikigami that can take action at this moment...
Suddenly, three chains formed a regular triangle shape, tightly binding the weapon in her hand. When she focused on her hands, more long locks came straight at her, and one of them hit her cheekbone, which was painful. When he came back to his senses, his entire body was firmly locked.
"What should I do? I shouldn't kill people, but my sister is really annoying and is really getting in the way..."
Yingyue Jun pretended to be deep in thought as he approached step by step, and the chains made a sound as they rubbed on the ground. The light that barely penetrated through the cracks in the door and window illuminated the flying dust very vividly, making it jump for joy between the two people's crossed eyes.
"Return the sect master to us!"
"That's not okay. Only he knows the whereabouts of Wakizashi... Oh, it's such a pity that my sister was born so beautiful."
Before she could understand what he wanted to say in the second half of his sentence, he explained:
"There are three hundred disciples of the Xue Yan Sect. If one of them gets lost, no one will find out, right?"
The moment before she had the attack, along with the clear sound of the roof tiles breaking, a ball of red fire passed between the two of them.
A faint light shone from the roof, and then the entire temple became brightly lit. It was not the faint ray of skylight, but the blazing, lava-like fire that spread suddenly the moment it touched the ground, like a pool of splashing blood.
Everything burned. The chain was hit somewhere, and the part that trapped her loosened. Before the heat of the flame could be transmitted, they were knocked down by the sword energy.
"Crossing out the names in the book of life and death in advance will make 'that adult' unhappy."
It was a very soft and gentle voice, so much so that she couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
The visitor did not know when he was standing on the shrine.
Looking up, he saw a pair of wooden clogs with red ribbons, a black yukata with red patterns, and a face with dark hair.
He is a good-looking man.
This conclusion was not reached based on the voice or appearance...but the strong and fragrant evil spirit.
It's a very powerful, male youkai - she made this conclusion.
But I have to say that his appearance is too deceiving. The corners of the bright red phoenix eyes are slightly raised, and there is a tear mole under the right eye. The long hair, as dark as the night, seemed to have swallowed up all the light in the world, not even the fireworks could reflect it. This black hair is of unknown length, blending into the equally dark bathrobe. There are large vermilion patterns printed on the hem of the clothes. I don't know if they are flowers or fires. The lines are domineering and arrogant, as if they are something alive, meandering on the fabric.
He was holding a thin, white cigarette rod in one hand, and he didn't know what it was made of.
"...Tsk."
Yingyue Jun sighed in dissatisfaction. He continued:
"Brother Changye is still as keen as ever on... dogs taking advantage of mice."
The demon was not annoyed, he just smiled slightly, lowered his eyelids, and smoke curled out from the edges of his teeth like a breath.
"Hmm... But this mouse disobeyed the rules and ate the grain and rice he shouldn't have. He wanted to make his master angry."
"...Stop using that adult to restrain me."
As he said this at any time, Yingyue Jun's expression and emphasis lost a little momentum. She was aware of it.
"Just go with me and don't cause any more trouble."
"Wait!"
Seeing that the monster was about to take the bad guy away, she shouted so loudly.
The man turned his face sideways, but she could clearly see the contempt between his arrogant eyebrows.
"What's the matter?"
"You can't take him away! He has detained my master, the head of the Xue Yan Sect... He treats me as his own son. I have promised everyone in the master's sect that I will not return to the valley until the master's whereabouts are found out! "
"Did you capture his master?" He turned to ask him.
The naughty child just smiled but said nothing. His face was really annoying.
"...Well, it's not good that he captured your leader. This is really distressing, but..."
The flames were burning, and surrounded by the fire, the man took a deep breath of cigarette, looking sad and confused.
But soon, as a cloud of white smoke slowly changed, that sincere expression disappeared in an instant, and then turned into strong ridicule and malice.
"What does it have to do with me?"
He said it word by word.
Her complexion instantly turned livid. Although she expected that this person would not be able to say anything nice, she never expected such a vicious attitude. She stopped talking nonsense and fine-tuned her stance to get ready to take advantage. However, this small movement was quickly caught by her opponent. The moment before she made the move, a ball of blue-black flames that was hotter than the previous falling fire came towards her.
The man was probably furious. On the white arm of his free hand, slender and broken lines spread out. Blue light flowed and lingered like magma, condensing into a dazzling blue in the palm of his hand. At this moment, a bright red flower appeared between his eyebrows, shaped like a lotus.
Yingyue Jun expected that she would be severely injured.
However, when the fire light dissipated, they clearly saw a shield standing in front of her.
...No, not a shield. But what was in the umbrella bucket was really an umbrella.
"Hey, what's the secret behind this umbrella?" Ying Yuejun asked him.
"...It's just an ordinary umbrella."
An ordinary, plain oil-paper umbrella, dyed with an ordinary pattern of blowing snow and wind waves.
The umbrella is an ordinary umbrella.
It’s hard to say what the mystery is under the umbrella.
"...Hahaha, that's interesting."
The man suddenly let out a rustling laughter, as refreshing as the tangled branches and leaves at night, so incompatible with the scenery of this sea of fire. The flower between his eyebrows dimmed and faded, and no traces could be seen anymore.
The moment she rushed forward, a wall of fire rose from the ground. She instinctively stepped back, covering herself from the oncoming heat wave with her umbrella. When she felt the temperature drop a little, she quickly closed the umbrella.
She's here alone.
Where is the fire wall? Looking around, I didn't see even a spark like incense. All that was left on the ground were the miscellaneous tables and chairs that were smashed during the previous duel with Lord Yingyue, and half of the Buddha's head that was smashed to pieces.
She shouldn't be here alone.
His hands, shaking with rage, were still clenched. She took a deep breath and rubbed her aching cheek. After trying to calm down, she opened the incomplete temple door.
A bit of cool breeze hit her face, raindrops kissed her face gently in twos and threes, and the pain where she was hit by the chain also eased a little.
Holding up her umbrella, she walked silently in the gentle drizzle.
Soon, this lonely shadow disappeared into the hazy rain and fog at the end of the road.
