Aztec Immortal Chapter One Thousand and Thirty-Three Five Years Long Life, Lord of the Suffering and Great End of Disasters, the White-Clothed Guanyin of the Lotus Tribe
Chapter One Thousand and Thirty-Three Five Years Long Life, Lord of the Suffering and Great End of Disasters, the White-Clothed Guanyin of the Lotus Tribe
"Blessed by Hachiman Bodhisattva! Gold Shipwright, have the sails and ropes of the ocean boat been stored? The most important thing is the sail..."
"Sir?! The younger one has already put away the sails and ropes. As long as it doesn't get too much water or ice, the sails won't break!..."
"Well, that's good!... The sea is frozen and frozen. We have to stay at the Deer Camp here for the winter this year. The shelter boat will stay by this river... It won't freeze and crack, right? Especially the boat that was damaged before.
head…"
"Sir, the bow of the ship has been repaired. There won't be any big problems. Of course, if the ship can be towed ashore, it is naturally the safest... Well, the ship is too heavy and there are not enough people to tug it, so it is useless to leave it on the glacier.
OK. It's best to clear out all the cargo in the cabin and make the frozen part shallower... Then every few days, drag the boat around to prevent the ice from getting too thick..."
"Well... Hachiman Bodhisattva bless you! Kinbuneji, let's do as you say! When spring comes next year, whether we can successfully return to the warm Katsuyamakan or fall into the endless Kusatsu abyss depends on you.
, let’s rely on this ship!…”
"Sir?! I understand, little one!..."
The Fawn Moss River meanders, shining with the white light of ice floes, trickling into the Arctic Sea in the northwest. Before you know it, November is already halfway through. In the north of the Kamchatka Peninsula, the coastal freeze gradually deepens, and half of the coast is covered with ice.
The snow was calf-deep and there were patches of white everywhere, and it was really clean.
"Hoo! Bodhisattva's blessing! The long and terrible winter in the Far North is coming!..."
Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, exhaled a white breath and stood on the third deck of the ocean boat, looking around the cold white world. In the distance was the white Arctic Sea, and nearby was the white land. And the southeast skyline was undulating and towering.
white mountains.
I heard from the local deer tribe that in the mountains to the south, some kind of "mountain tribe" lived. It was said that they were also reindeer and fishing tribes, but they were timid and timid and never dared to conflict with the "powerful deer moss river tribe".
The "powerful Lumo River tribe" lives by the Dalumo River more than two hundred miles to the south. The Dalumo River is a real big river, surrounded by lush short grass and moss, and it has not even frozen yet.
Woolen cloth!
Thinking of the envious and longing tone used by the local deer tribe when they mentioned the Great Deer Moss River, Watanabe Masumi shook his head, his heart full of vigilance.
In this wild and ferocious Far North, those who can occupy the riverside territory with lush water and grass must be one of the most powerful tribes within hundreds or thousands of miles! This so-called Lumo River Tribe may be able to pull out two hundred people in one go.
Dingzhuang hunter comes...
But now there are only twenty-one people on the ship, seven of them are North Korean sailors and shipwrights with no fighting ability, six wounded people who were shot, and only eight samurai who can really fight. With the strength of the fleet, we really have to contact them.
If you come to these powerful tribes, they may be eaten up and wiped clean in one go, including people and boats!
"Damn it! King Fudo, who really wishes to eliminate evil, throws a rope to restrain those ferocious and cruel barbarians, swings a sharp sword, and cuts off the heads of those man-eating evil spirits!... Damn it! Cut off your heads!..."
Thinking of the Chukotka hunters who raided the fleet, Masumi Watanabe gritted his teeth and cursed feebly. He couldn't help but press his left hand on his injured right shoulder, feeling the bone-chilling pain.
Just like when you were injured!
Although almost a month had passed since the raid on that day, it was still like a nightmare, entangled in the mind of Watanabe Masumi. The half-ship crew who followed him to land to camp and collect water for cooking were almost unprepared.
In a short time, the hunters from the tent drove sleds and raised powerful bows, and shot them to the ground one by one, and they were shot to death on the snowy field!
"Damn! Damn Zhang Yi! If I hadn't been hit by an arrow in the shoulder!..."
Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, pressed his injured shoulder and cursed angrily, feeling a palpitation that was almost close to death!
Those ferocious hunters with weathered faces and few words didn't say a word of nonsense at all. They rushed close and shot extremely accurate bone arrows!
The few Korean sailors who were fetching water at the outermost edge almost didn't even make a sound before they were shot through the throat and died by the cold river. And as the leader of the monk soldiers wearing a trousers, he was also heavily attacked by the opponent.
, two bone arrows shot straight towards his throat and cheeks, with terrifying accuracy!
At that moment of life and death, he only had time to rely on his instinctive reaction from years of fighting. He instantly bent his knees and turned sideways, blocking the two arrows with his shoulders. However, the strength of the two bone arrows actually penetrated him even though they were tens of meters apart.
The two arrows penetrated an inch deep into the flesh of Tōmaru's shoulder armor, making him unable to hold the naginata in his hand immediately...
"Damn it! My naginata! That's a top-grade weapon personally given to me by the elder of the Wonderful Court!..."
Thinking of the naginata lost in the snowy field, Watanabe Masumi pursed his lips, a bit of shame appeared on his face, and could no longer curse.
Faced with the attack by the hunters of the tent tribe, the five warriors of the Oyezaki clan immediately picked up their spears, stepped on the snow up to their ankles, howled and shouted, and rushed towards the enemy dozens of meters away. As a result, those ferocious and cruel tent hunters
However, they did not engage in close combat with the samurai. They just commanded the sled dogs flexibly, kept retreating, and maintained a shooting distance of twenty to thirty meters. One by one, they shot down the armored samurai of the Oyizaki clan in the thick snow.
In the fields…
Seeing such a one-sided massacre and the bloody flowers on the snow, Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, felt a chill all over him. After all, he was once a general of the Shaoji family and had seen the Ouchi clan's Yabusumi cavalry.
We know how powerful this method of warfare is. With the opponent’s precise and powerful shooting skills, even though there are only twenty sled hunters, they are simply not something that the fleet can contend with!…
Therefore, at this edge of life and death, he decisively dropped the long naginata that he could not hold, turned around and ran towards the ocean-covering boat on the shore, just like he had decisively escaped from the battlefield with the Ouchi clan...
In less than a quarter of an hour, twenty sled hunters shot and killed five Oyezaki warriors and four Korean sailors during the raid on the tent. Fifteen sailors who landed ashore, including Watanabe Masumi himself
, six of them fled back, each with arrow wounds. But if Murakami Yimichi, the ship's leader, had not been cautious and always left half of the crew in the ocean-covering ship, they might not have had time to raise the sail and sail away from the murderous scene.
Dangerous shores!…
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On the highest deck, Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, was in a state of mind and couldn't help but lower his head. Then, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the wooden sign devoutly carved by the gold shipwright, and quickly recognized the image of Guanyin in white.
This white-robed Avalokitesvara who rescues those in distress in Korean Buddhism is the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara enshrined in Yeonhwaowon of Myowon Court. And in the so-called Thirty-three Room Hall of Yeonhwaowon, there are eleven Thousand-Armed and Thousand-Eyed Avalokitesvara.
, and the twenty-eight Thousand Hands tribes under Guanyin!
Well, to put it simply and irresponsibly, Guanyin in White is the main god of Buddhism in the faith of monk Watanabe Masumi!
“The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara of Great Compassion!…”
Looking at the wooden sign of Guanyin, the monk Watanabe Masumi stood in silence for a long time. At this moment, he once again remembered his last look back to the shore after escaping on the boat.
Those tent hunters wore open wing armor and controlled the howling dogs, just like the tengu in the far north snowfield. They chased the ocean boat until the boat sailed away from the shore, and then they stopped angrily.
, letting out several howls of disappointment.
Then, they dragged all the bodies of the dead warriors and sailors onto the sleds, and took away everything in the camp, not even a single plank of wood was left behind. After everything was cleaned up, they drove the wolf-like dogs again
The group disappeared like the wind...
The account came and went in a hurry, everything seemed to be just an illusion of the wind and snow, except that one-third of the crew was missing. The ocean-covering ship filled its sails and fled the coast in panic, even being smashed by the rocks on the shore.
The bow of the ship took more than half a month to be repaired. As for the fate of the corpses of the crew members, in the opinion of Watanabe Masumi, the monk soldier, they were either eaten by the "Tengu" on the snowy field, or by the Tengu's wolf dogs.
, I’m afraid I will fall into the animal realm underground!
"The Great Compassionate Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara! May the warriors and sailors who fell into the Santu River and were eaten by evil spirits be saved by your merciful incarnation, King Yangjusha Horsehead, and be freed from the animal realm!..."
The monk Watanabe Masumi closed his eyes, lowered his head, turned the sandalwood beads in his hand, and counted twenty-eight times, which corresponded to the twenty-eight tribes of Guanyin. Then he shook his head and turned the 28 beads.
The sandalwood prayer beads were placed into the hands of the kneeling gold boatman, and he patted the other man's shoulder.
"Golden Shipwright, you are now the only shipwright in the fleet, the only one who can repair ships and sails!"
"grown ups?"
"The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, who is so compassionate, can only save us after death... But in this snowstorm and suffering in this life, we can only rely on everyone in the fleet and ourselves!..."
"Uh?...Sir?..."
"Get up, stop kowtowing. Come off the boat with me!"
"ah?"
"That guy from Murakami exchanged some venison with the local tribe. So many people died, so there is plenty of food in the boat... We are going to stew venison porridge!"
"Deer...venison porridge?...squeak, gobble..."
"Well, you come with us. Let's have porridge together!"
"Ah! Ah, this...sir..."
Looking at the surprised and cowering gold shipwright, the monk Watanabe Masumi grinned and gave a rare smile. Then, he pointed to the low camp on the shore, pointed to the not strong bonfire in the middle, and jumped into the sea in two steps.
Boat.
Behind him, the shipwright Jin Shanshu was stunned for a moment, and quickly took the Buddhist beads and the Guanyin wooden tablet into his arms and wrapped them carefully. Then, while climbing the rope on the side of the ship, he chased the back of Masumi Watanabe and shouted
Say the last sentence.
"Sir! I listen to you!... Bodhisattva will definitely bless us!~~"
