Hogwarts Summoning Guide

The coachman's young master was a frail and sickly boy named Ono Heiji. He was the second son of the Ono family, a prominent clan in Kyoto, and his trip was to visit the eminent monk Fukugen and seek guidance on life.

Listening to Ono Heiji rambling on about his family's trivial matters, Bai Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes. Just now, Bai Lin thought that his master was also a knowledgeable person because he heard the coachman Yamato speak so politely. Who knew that he was just a pitiful wretch who was bullied in the family, and he still dared to dream of fighting for power with the eldest son, Ono Goo.

Bai Lin had little interest in helping Ono Heiji seize power, but he was quite interested in the legend of Master Fukumoto.

"Master Fukumoto came to Japan five years ago. He was already very old when he arrived and could no longer endure the arduous journey back to China. So he established a Zen temple on Takai-yama Mountain, where he practiced Buddhism and also guided the villagers in the surrounding towns," Ono Heiji explained weakly.

Bai Lin sighed slightly. It was probably not because he was afraid of the long journey, but because at this time, the Later Tang Dynasty had probably already been destroyed by Shi Jingtang and the Khitan army. Master Fuyuan knew that his hometown was gone, so he was forced to stay.

Bai Lin followed the narrow carriage of the Ono family, walking briskly and chatting idly. Soon they were on the rugged mountain road. Bai Lin was a little puzzled. Wasn't Master Fuyuan supposed to be very famous? It seemed like no one had been here for a long time.

After traveling about ten more miles, a mountain gate with a distinct Tang Dynasty style stood before them, but it was now dilapidated and looked as if it had been vandalized. Bai Lin clearly sensed an evil aura emanating from the mountain, and he reached out to block Ono Heiji's carriage.

Seeing the dilapidated mountain gate, Ono Heiji was quite frightened. Even without Bai Lin stopping him, he had already guessed that if it were just bandits, that wouldn't be a big deal, as they would just take the loot and leave. But what terrified him even more was the presence of demons.

"Bai Lin-kun, it's getting dark, I'm afraid it's too late to go up the mountain now..." Ono Heiji said hesitantly.

Bai Lin nodded to him, too lazy to explain further. A faint purple, disordered elemental energy emanated from his body as he flew towards the Zen temple halfway up the mountain. Stone steps had been laid along the mountain path near the temple. Bai Lin stepped forward and saw that the steps were covered in black spots.

The front courtyard of the Zen temple was overgrown with weeds, some of which were even a meter tall. Half of the front hall of the Zen temple had collapsed, and the surrounding walls were also damaged. It looked as if it had been abandoned for at least a year.

A figure sat cross-legged in the front hall with his back to the main gate, wearing a monk's robe and a bamboo hat, seemingly eating something. Bai Lin took a few steps forward and saw that the person was surrounded by torn human limbs; he was actually sitting there eating human flesh.

Discovery of the Broken Monk (LV8): A monk who ate mermaid flesh due to hunger was cursed for eternity. He was possessed by demonic energy and became a monster with great power. After devouring all the monks in the monastery, he often went down the mountain to kidnap villagers as food.

Having seen the system's introduction, Bai Lin drew the Jade-Handled Dragon, which glowed with purple flames. Bai Lin had no other thought but to kill this man-eating demon.

At this moment, the cannibalistic monk stood up. He was extremely tall, at least two and a half meters, wearing a wide, earth-yellow robe with a bright red, gold-trimmed overcoat. His head was relatively small compared to his body. He slowly turned his head, revealing a terrifying, grotesque yaksha mask on his head. His face and expression were not visible. (Readers are discussing: What exactly happened? Join the discussion!)

The monk with the broken vows waved his hand behind his back and pulled out a huge two-meter-long naginata from somewhere. He let out a sharp laugh that sounded like a woman's laughter, but his movements were not slow at all. He didn't intend to say a few more words to Bai Lin. He immediately thrust forward, and the huge naginata was like a white ribbon, heading straight for Bai Lin's chest and abdomen.

Bai Lin sneered, already drawing his sword to parry. He was very confident in his swordsmanship and also had the idea of ​​testing the power level of this historical fragment.

However, reality immediately slapped Bai Lin in the face. Although the broken monk's naginata was long, he wielded it with extreme agility. Unlike humans, whose elbow joints could only bend in one direction, Bai Lin's elbow joints could bend in any direction. This made his hands move like a living soft creature, like the tentacles of an octopus. With a casual slash, he was as fast as lightning. As soon as Bai Lin made his move, he was forced to retreat step by step.

What puzzled Bai Lin even more was that the seemingly invincible chaotic elemental energy did not show any miraculous effect. It neither completely resisted the black demonic energy contained in the naginata nor disrupted the power transmission of the broken monk.

There is only one explanation: the demonic power on the broken monk is also a kind of chaotic power, which is of the same origin as Bai Lin's disordered elemental energy. Therefore, Bai Lin could not give the broken monk a warning in one go.

Bai Lin really wanted to summon the Fist of Orgrimmar, or give the Corrupted Monk a Shadow Chain. With so many moves, surely one of them could subdue the opponent. But then Bai Lin thought again, just as Edogawa Hiroyuki said, he had too many moves and too varied. Against ordinary opponents, his endless stream of strange moves could keep them busy and expose their weaknesses. But when facing an enemy who was extremely strong in a particular aspect, all the fancy moves were just decorations.

After much deliberation, Bai Lin decided to focus all his energy on improving his melee combat skills, since most of the team members were wizards or gunners who operated at a distance, and Yan Nishuang's swordsmanship had also given Bai Lin a lot of inspiration.

He gritted his teeth, gripped the sword hilt even tighter, and felt a surge of pride. He thought to himself, "If I can't even handle two level 8 broken monks, what's the point of talking about the rise of the East or protecting my homeland?" So he not only wanted to win, but he wanted to win with his swordsmanship, thereby fundamentally improving his own strength.

He has always been resolute in his character, and once he sets his mind on something, he can often unleash power beyond his usual level. Under his focus, the purple light on the jade dragon hilt shone brightly. He slashed at the naginata that was slashing from the upper right to Bai Lin’s neck with his sword. The sword blade was like a dragon entering the sea, and along the blade of the naginata, it slashed at the wrist of the monk who had broken his vows.

With a single, successful strike, the Jade-Handled Dragon slashed a gash more than half a meter long on the monk's robe. Yet, Bai Lin clearly sensed that the sword tip had not injured the monk's limbs, and the damage to him was minimal.

"Ah...so delicious...I'll eat you..." the broken monk murmured, hooking his naginata back to meet Bai Lin's sword strike.

With a clang, the two swords clashed for the first time, producing a crisp, resonant sound. The two were evenly matched and were both forced back several steps by the impact.

Following the direction of the tremor, Bai Lin swung his longsword at the stone slab behind him, drawing a deep groove nearly a meter long.

"A counterattack!" Bai Lin felt the recoil of the sword being dissipated, and immediately turned the sword, unleashing the strongest sword strike of his life. A light purple light condensed into a crescent-shaped sword aura, slashing towards the face of the broken monk.