The Blade-Wielding Legend
Chapter 207 - 149 The Bizarre Japanese Monk

Chapter 207: Chapter 149 The Bizarre Japanese Monk

Hearing Li Yan’s arrangement, Luo Faqing was stunned for a moment.

Rushing to the front as bait was undoubtedly more dangerous.

Although it was the best choice for the time, didn’t he fear that I might backstab him given our past friction?

Of course, it was just a brief surprise, after which he followed and jumped into the cave, the Magic Flag reversed, performing the Step Gang, Yin Wind rose around them...

Naturally, Li Yan had already noticed, nodding slightly.

Although Luo Faqing had some tendencies of Magic Vein disciples, holding himself in high regard and looking down on the side door, he also had a sense of pride.

If he were a glib old hand,

he really wouldn’t dare to trust him.

The passageway was long and ancient, with some jugs of water and food along the way, mostly shattered and covered in dust.

Presumably, it was dug by monks back then for refuge.

Soon, Li Yan suddenly stopped.

He could smell that beyond the upcoming corner, the space expanded abruptly and was extremely vast.

But strangely, there was no strange smell.

Li Yan held the long knife horizontally and simultaneously drew the last Netherworld Fire Pistol from his waist.

But after preparing, he didn’t rush in. Instead, he stood against the wall quietly waiting.

Hoo~

Soon, the surrounding Yin Wind blew violently.

Dust rose, cold frost spread on the ground, and three strange footprints appeared, one resembling an animal, one single-footed, and the other a shoe print, each with different auras.

It was precisely the Ghost Gods summoned by Luo Faqing.

These creatures were originally local evil gods of licentious worship, individually far surpassing common yin soldiers and Rampaging Soldiers in power, with far more ferocious natures.

Even clinging to the corner, Li Yan was overwhelmed by the icy bloody scent, causing illusions before his eyes.

Moreover, these three Ghost Gods seemed to have detected him, approaching like beasts, the scent growing stronger.

Li Yan squinted his eyes slightly, ready to use the Soul Hook at any time.

Jingling jingling!

Just then, a crisp bell sound rang from afar.

Urged by Luo Faqing, the three Ghost Gods seemed extremely displeased, stirring up a furious Yin Wind but didn’t approach Li Yan any further. Instead, they rushed into the cave beyond the corner in an instant.

Only then did Li Yan turn around, following closely behind.

He wouldn’t be foolish enough to fight yin criminals directly. As long as Luo Faqing’s Ghost Gods could attract their attention, he could directly strike with Hook Paper, and the opponent would naturally confess.

The cave was dimly lit by a faint candle.

Though dim, everything was clearly visible.

This cave had obviously been remodeled, five steps into the cave, a Bird House was similarly constructed, hanging with hemp ropes, White Talismans, and bells.

Ten meters past the Bird House, the ground was mixed with various white powders, depicting a large Array with a circular exterior, painted with an Eight Trigrams diagram but also inlaid with a pentagram, inscribed with "The temporary soldiers are arrayed in front."

At each node, there was an oil lamp.

At the center of the array lay the remains of Du Family ancestors.

Unlike what he saw in Li Yan’s Illusion Realm, the remains were already decayed beyond repair, with white bones even exposed.

On the remains, daggers were nailed one by one.

An old monk with white hair and beard was dancing, holding a folding fan.

He seemed completely oblivious to the intruding Li Yan, focusing entirely, swaying with each step, his white socks stained with mud.

Jingling jingling!

Luo Faqing’s Ghost Gods had already charged out.

Yin Wind whirled, the bells hanging on the Bird House shook incessantly, the hemp ropes trembled, and countless White Talismans shattered.

However, Yin Wind could never break through the Bird House.

Li Yan squinted his eyes slightly, leaping up, using the Bird House pillar for leverage, and with a clang, he swung his long knife, intending to cut the straw rope.

This Bird House seemed to isolate auras, not only preventing Ghost Gods from entering but also suppressing his smell superpower, making him unable to smell the scent beyond.

Destroying this thing would determine victory.

But just then, the dancing old monk suddenly opened his eyes, reached into his robe, and pulled out a delicate flintlock pistol.

Bang!

Fire flashed, smoke rose.

Although Li Yan’s intuition greatly alerted him, he was still struck, feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen as he fell to the ground.

He rolled to the side, hiding behind the Bird House pillar, grimacing in pain as he dug a lead bullet out of the wound in his abdomen.

Mobilizing his Daluo Dharma Body, the wound healed quickly.

Damn it, times really have changed!

Li Yan couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

This old monk was too insidious. Due to the Bird House’s barrier, his Divine Skills were suppressed, so he couldn’t smell the scent of firearms, resulting in being caught off guard.

According to Lu Gongyuan’s account, this old man was skilled in spells, suspected to be an Onmyoji returned to life, and possessing Body Seizing.

Being able to accomplish such a thing, he was of course no simple character.

Unexpectedly, his opponent didn’t use spells but instead resorted to firearms.

On the opposite side, the old monk remained calm, leisurely reloading gunpowder, and glanced at the shaky Bird House, praising, "The Central Earth spells are really powerful, this Divine Domain has been set for a long time, yet it still can’t hold up."

His official speech carried elegant tones, without any foreign accent.

Li Yan secretly took out a Flying Blade, coldly saying, "Old thing, you can’t escape, why not surrender early and get it over with?"

"Escape?"

The old monk calmly said, "The Lord’s task is not yet complete, I will not escape, loyalty to the Lord is our duty."

Listening to this half-classic, half-colloquial speech, Li Yan chuckled, "You are loyal alright, so Zhao Changsheng must also be Japanese?"

Seemingly mocking, he was actually probing for information.

This old monk was Zhao Changsheng’s confidant, perhaps he knew his background.

"Japanese? No..."

The old monk shook his head slightly, eyes full of reverence, "The Lord is a true god, in the battle of Honnoji, I didn’t flee serving mortals, let alone serving the Divine Lord."

Honnoji?

What a mess...

The more Li Yan heard, the more confused he became, yet he continued to sneer, "Divine Lord, Zhao Changsheng is just a joke, you’ve been deceived."