"Wait, my mind is a bit messy, let me sort it out."
Eight-cloud Ink raised his hand to stop Haruhibe Takaaki, who was about to say something.
"First of all, you said you're called Haruhibe Takaaki? And Kongming? "
Nodded.
"Then, you said you're Haruhibe Masaaki's father?"
Continued nodding.
Haruhibe Takaaki was Kongming, and Haruhibe Masaaki was Masaaki's father.
— So, Masaaki's problematic child was actually Kongming's daughter!?
What a terrifying amount of information …
Who was Kongming?
He was a demon that few people in China's thousands of years of history could compare to.
He was the arrogant person who stayed in his thatched hut in Longzhong and waited for Big-eared Liu to invite him three times before coming out.
He was the chuunibyou who held a fan in the middle of winter and said something like "I need to stay calm at all times."
He was the super talker who argued with the scholars in the Wu Kingdom.
The terrorist cum charlatan who set fire to Red Cliff with Handsome Zhou.
He was the unlucky guy who sang "I really want to live for another 500 years" in the Wuzhang Plain and died because his voice went hoarse …
Ahem, although there were some strange things mixed in, it was undeniable that the name Kongming was really well-known in Eight-cloud Ink.
Now, you're telling me that this guy has another identity, and that he's the father of Haruhibe Masaaki?
Sixteenth Nights and Fei Niao were pulled into the box together with Masaaki. Eight-cloud Ink always suspected that the reason they came in was not simply because Black Rabbit wanted to summon partners to revitalize the community.
Now that Masaaki's father appeared, would Fei Niao's father also appear and say that his name was Mengde, and then suddenly a Zhongmou who claimed to be Sixteenth Nights' father appeared?
"… You're thinking too much."
Kongming saw through Eight-cloud Ink's thoughts and said with a head full of cold sweat.
"No, no, no, I think it's normal for me to think of strange things when you, a guy who claims to be Kongming, say that you're the father of Haruhibe."
Haruhibe Takaaki shook his head. "Okay, let's put those things aside for now. My purpose here is very simple, this … I heard that you're called Eight-cloud Ink? In that case, I'll call you Yakumo. Yagyun, can you bring me the 'Life Catalog' from Yao? "
"What do you want to do?"
Eight-cloud Ink frowned.
"Yao, that child, is still too weak with her current strength. The upcoming battle will be very dangerous. For some reason, I can't see her, and it's even more impossible for me to directly take action. I lost this right after our community was defeated many years ago." Takaaki Haruhi said.
"That's why I hope you can help me bring the 'Life Catalog' over so that a portion of the child's power can be released."
Eight-cloud Ink quietly looked at Takaaki Kasuabe.
The silence caused the atmosphere between the two to become somewhat heavy.
"… Forget it. As an outsider, it's not my place to interfere in the matters between you and the Kasuga Tribe. You want the Index of Life? I'll give it a try. "
"Thank you."
Haruhibe Takaaki bowed his head slightly to express his gratitude. When he raised his head again, Eight-cloud Ink had already disappeared.
○
It was not difficult for Eight-cloud Ink to obtain the Life Catalog from Yao.
He didn't even need to use any tricks. He just needed to directly make this request in front of Yao.
Yao, who trusted his partner, didn't hesitate to give the very important wooden sculpture — the Life Catalog — to Eight-cloud Ink.
After that, Eight-cloud Ink immediately went to the forest outside and threw the Life Catalog to Takaaki Kasuabe.
As a demon, Eight-cloud Ink's perception was far superior to that of ordinary people.
He didn't notice it before, but when Takaaki Kasuabe claimed to be Yao's father, Eight-cloud Ink deliberately probed him and indeed found that he had the same aura as Yao.
Moreover, Takaaki Kasuabe wasn't hostile. Eight-cloud Ink didn't have the "sudden impulse" when facing an enemy.
Eight-cloud Ink fully trusted his body's various instinctive reactions. This was a habit he had developed after living with his identity as a demon for many years.
Many times, a demon's instincts were more trustworthy than wisdom.
"What are you going to do?"
In response to Eight-cloud Ink's question, Takaaki Kasuabe said, "I'll attach my spiritual core to the Life Catalog. Whether I can use it proficiently or not, this is a necessary power for Yao. In order to defeat Az Dahaka and the next enemy, Yao, the other girl, the boy called Sixteen Nights, and even your power is necessary."
○
"Sanzang, how's the situation?"
"It's generally under control. However, there are some unexpected people among the people who are fighting against the Fire Worship Sect's Demon King."
"Oh … Have you found out their origin?"
"I'm slow-witted."
"Forget it. Let's not care about those people for the time being. Several of the Twelve Guardians will arrive soon. We need to catch that little demon as soon as possible. Are the other people all here?"
"Yes. Because the Road to Heaven game hasn't been interrupted or ended, the other party can't leave here for more than an hour because of the rules of the game. We can be sure that the other party's main force is here."
"That's good. Anyway, the purpose of this game is to restrict their movements. It's fine as long as they are all here. When the Six Guardians arrive, we'll immediately take action. "
"Six?"
Sanzang was slightly stunned. Then, he sighed.
The Twelve Guardians didn't all choose to come.
As expected, even among the Twelve Heavens Protectors, there were people who opposed them.
— They are a group of short-sighted people! They are fighting for the future of Buddhism and the entire group of gods! Those guys who are led by Garan are so pedantic!
○
Just after Haruhibe Takaaki returned the Life Catalog to Eight-cloud Ink and left, there was a huge change in the world.
Rays of light shone brightly, and lotuses bloomed with every step.
Bursts of Buddhist chanting resounded over the entire underground city.
"This is —!!??"
Standing in the forest, Eight-cloud Ink frowned and looked at the sky.
In the night sky that appeared because of Yong Lin's magic, a huge golden door appeared under the moon.
Soon after, a large group of Buddhist gods poured out from the golden door.
○
"How, how is it possible …"
The black rabbit trembled and knelt on the open space outside the difficult area with a pale face.
A pair of rabbit ears kept trembling, and the despair in her eyes became more and more intense.
"Vaisravana, Mahesvara, Yemo, Rakshasa, Brahma … Six of the Twelve Guardians came at once!!!"
The only thing that made the black rabbit feel at ease was probably one thing.
The one who protected her, the Sakra who always looked at her with a very loving gaze, didn't appear among the enemy's crowd.
Thinking that Eight-cloud Ink once said that the Buddhists weren't on good terms with each other, the black rabbit couldn't help but feel a trace of hope.
[Lord Sakra … Please, please don't come …]
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
