I'm really not an old sword

The middle-aged warrior frowned slightly and looked at the temple in the rain with some caution.

To be honest, if they didn't have dozens of skilled fighters, plus some Onmyojis to assist him, even he would be a little scared.

But after thinking for a while, he shook his head cautiously: "Wait."

......

Inside the temple, Lin Qingsu pinched Fujimoto's waist as they entered the inner courtyard.

Fujiharako had been doing all sorts of embarrassing things with Lin Qingsu these past few days, and she had already gotten over the awkward stage where she would turn around and ask, "Why did you hit me?" after being slapped. Her face flushed slightly, and she immediately raised her hand to write the word "hide" in the air.

The words blended into the ground like an ink painting.

Then, a visible ripple spread out and covered the entire temple, turning it into an invisible barrier.

After doing all this, Fujiharako's face turned pale and her body staggered slightly.

The middle-aged monk leading the way noticed something, turned his head to look at the two of them, and then looked up at the surroundings of the temple.

"A soundproof magic circle?"

He was greeted by a sharp sword light.

Feeling the deadly threat, the middle-aged monk's smiling expression changed drastically and he retreated violently.

He lowered his head again and saw a bloody scar on his chest that was deep enough to see the bone. Lin Qingsu's sword was still dripping with bright red blood.

The middle-aged monk narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Qingsu didn't rush to attack again, but asked with interest: "Do you know Tamamonomae?"

The middle-aged evil monk, who had not cared even though he was seriously injured, changed his expression drastically.

"who are you?"

"Tamamonomae asked me to kill you." Lin Qingsu was neither anxious nor slow, as if she had him in her grasp. "But I'm curious about your relationship with her. Old lover?"

"That bitch!"

The middle-aged evil monk gritted his teeth and his expression suddenly became fierce.

Suddenly, golden light appeared all over his body, and the huge demonic power covered the sky and the sun, as if he was going to fight to the death with Lin Qingsu.

"You want to kill me? I want to see if you have the ability to do it."

Looking at the evil monk's aggressive look, Fujimoto felt a tightness in his heart.

Her beautiful eyes stared at Lin Qingsu closely, ready to strike again if he was in danger, even if it meant overusing her magic power.

But the next moment, she saw the evil monk who was so aggressive a second ago turn around and run away.

"this..."

Fujiharako's beautiful eyes widened slightly, she was very confused.

"Can you escape?"

A sword light followed, and the middle-aged evil monk felt a pain in his neck.

The head shot up into the sky.

A ball of black mist flew out from the broken neck and flew out of the temple without looking back.

Just as it was about to fly out, it suddenly hit a flash of golden light at the edge of the temple. It screamed, flew back and rolled to Lin Qingsu's feet.

"Are you okay?" Lin Qingsu turned around and asked softly.

Fujihara was staring blankly at the black mist under his feet, his mind full of questions.

She had been prepared to fight tooth and nail, even considering the poignant plot of 'sacrificing herself to save her lover and dying together with this evil monk.' But who could have imagined...

so weak.

Fujimoto felt a little lost.

Although happy endings are also good, she still prefers plots where one dies and the other lives, leaving behind endless beautiful memories.

If I live on my own, Master Lin has so many women, he will get tired of me one day;

But if I die for him, he will remember me for the rest of his life.

"I am okay."

Fujimoto barely came to her senses, raised her hand and wrote a word with the last of her magic power, and immediately a cage made of golden light trapped the black fog.

"Thank you." Lin Qingsu smiled.

Although she also had a way to solve it, Fujimoto insisted on following her because she wanted to help him. If she had a chance, she would give it a try to make her happy.

Fujimoto pursed her lips and said softly, "I'm glad I can help you."

“It’s been a great help.”

Lin Qingsu looked at the black fog beneath her feet.

The middle-aged demon monk’s strength was actually not as weak as he appeared. Under normal circumstances, it would take him a lot of effort to deal with him.

Even if you kill him, he might be able to escape in his black fog state.

However, at first, the opponent underestimated the enemy and allowed Fujihara to set up the formation, and then underestimated Lin Qingsu and took a knife from him, and was already at a disadvantage.

But if he tried his best at that time, Lin Qingsu would also have a headache.

But when Lin Qingsu mentioned Tamamonomae, he was frightened and subconsciously thought that if Tamamonomae sent someone to kill him, he would be defeated for sure. He lost all will to fight and just wanted to escape. In addition, the gap in strength was not big, so he was killed in seconds by Lin Qingsu.

He hasn't even used 10% of his full potential.

"Don't kill me! I surrender! Don't kill me!"

Black Wu, who was dizzy from the collision, came to his senses and looked at the cage that imprisoned him. He hit the cage several more times, but instead of breaking it, he made himself scream in pain and immediately begged for mercy.

"What is your relationship with Tamamonomae?"

"Collaborator! I have nothing to do with her! We've only met a few times through that Ashiya Doman guy, and we haven't even exchanged a few words!"

Heiwu thought that Lin Qingsu and Tamamonomae were in a relationship between a man and a woman, and hurriedly explained.

Lin Qingsu was too lazy to explain and frowned in deep thought.

Ashiya Michimi?

Abe Haruaki's old enemy, he also specifically inquired about him from Fujiwara Akiko and Fujiwara Michinaga, but got almost nothing.

Two years ago, after Abe Haruaki disappeared, he also disappeared.

"where is he?"

"There's no superior or subordinate relationship between us; we're just working together. Whenever we need something, we write letters. Whenever I need to contact him, I always send a letter to Oeyama."

Lin Qingsu frowned deeply, wondering when Ashiya Doman had hooked up with Oeyama.

"What do you want to do?"

"I do not know."

Seeing Lin Qingsu's dangerous look, Hei Wu hurriedly said, "I only know that Tamamonomae, the fox, wants to use the national destiny to heal his wounds. I really don't know what that guy Ashiya Doman wants to do!"

Lin Qingsu can judge whether the other person is lying by his or her emotions.

Hei Wu didn't lie, but he couldn't confirm whether he had concealed any details through his words.

"how about you?"

The black fog was silent for a while.

A ball of fire immediately rose from Lin Qingsu's palm. She held it, and the flames that burned her soul made her scream in agony.

Ding "I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

"I want to take advantage of the chaos between Ashiya Doman and Tamamonomae..."

Lin Qingsu didn't bother to listen to the rest of the words because Heiwu was telling lies.

It took about half a cup of tea for Lin Qingsu to get the honest information from the tortured black mist, which was almost dispersed, and she pinched her palm.

The black fog wailed, leaving behind only a terrified "You said you wouldn't kill me!" before turning into smoke and completely dissipating.

Afterwards, Lin Qingsu brought Fujimotoko to the middle-aged demon monk's room and saw an ancient green lamp on the table.

The outer shell is made of green sand, cylindrical, antique, and seems to have some paintings printed on it.

"What's the use of this thing?"

Lin Qingsu studied it for a long time but couldn't understand what use this thing that was regarded as a treasure by the middle-aged demon monk and coveted by Tamamonomae had.

While Lin Qingsu was studying the ancient lamp, Fujimoto looked at it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so he looked around the room.

The house is very simple, with not much furniture, but there are many paintings, and the walls are covered with landscape paintings of different styles.

She admired each painting one by one, and her eyes were soon attracted by a painting on the wall. It was a picture of an ancient temple on the mountain. When she looked closer, she could see that the painting was crude, but there were some commendable details.

"what?"

Lin Qingsu put down the ancient lamp and turned to look at Fujiharako, who was looking at one of the ancient paintings on the wall with a slightly frown.

Lin Qingsu really has no interest in painting.

He used his magic to probe, but couldn't sense any magical fluctuations above him. It seemed that these paintings were just ordinary paintings, so he stopped paying attention to them and looked at Fujiharako.

"what happened?"

"There's something wrong with this painting," said Fujihara.

After hearing this, Lin Qingsu looked at it carefully for a long time, but he could only see that the painting was not bad, at least better than his, and he could tell what it was.

People look like people, objects look like objects, and everything else is completely invisible.

"Any questions?"

Fujimoto explained patiently, talking a lot from a professional perspective.

There was too much professional knowledge, and Lin Qingsu was confused for a long time, but finally she understood what she meant. There was another painting hidden in this painting.

This is a common tactic used by wealthy people in troubled times: using inferior paintings to hide famous works.

As Fujimoto spoke, she was already on the side of the painting, looking at it and gently stroking it with her soft and boneless little hands. Soon a few wrinkles appeared, and then she lifted the lid, revealing the true appearance of the painting hidden under the picture of the ancient temple in the mountains.

"ah?!"

Fujimoto, who had been watching with great interest, turned pale when she saw the painting. She took two steps back in horror and staggered into Lin Qingsu's arms.

There is indeed another painting below the picture of the ancient temple in the mountains, but it is not a serious painting.

There are countless ghosts depicted on it, at least dozens of them at a glance, with different shapes, some ugly, some beautiful, all very lifelike. Their eyes seem to be staring at them and are still turning, revealing a creepy smile.

Even Lin Qingsu, who knew nothing about painting but was brave, felt a little numb from being stared at.

Fujimoto let out a moan, her body softened into a puddle of mud, and she buried her head in Lin Qingsu's arms, trembling like an ostrich.

"what is this?"

Lin Qingsu didn't get an answer, and didn't expect it. He just wanted Fujiharako to be less scared when she heard his voice, and he reached out and touched her.

I've just checked it with magic, and there's a strong demonic aura, but it's not dangerous.

The moment Lin Qingsu touched the painting, a long-lost cold mechanical sound suddenly came into her mind.

[Ding, found the "Hundred Ghosts Picture", do you want to merge it? ]

Lin Qingsu was wondering what the Hundred Demons Picture was. As a self-taught monk, he only had a vague understanding of everything.

The simulator is not a good teacher either, and lately it has been playing dead.

"Fusion."

Lin Qingsu didn't know why, but a sudden inspiration came to her mind, and she grabbed the painting. The magic power in her body ran along a strange trajectory.

An endless supply of magical power transformed into light spots and was injected into the painting.

The demons in the painting immediately came to life, struggling and screaming.