Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The matter of the Lightning Man was just a small episode for Xia Long. Due to the special nature of the Lightning Man, Tiga and Daigu could intervene, but he would never intervene.

Because this is a war between humans and lightning people, humans living on land - and lightning people living in the ionosphere.

It's so miserable that it's unbearable to watch.

Xia Long gave the young man compensation to the best of his ability and then left.

He was currently in Aomori Prefecture on Honshu Island. Even for him, although he had obtained clues, it was not an easy task to find the door, so he spent two months starting from the southernmost tip of Honshu Island, searching for famous mountains and rivers that might meet the requirements by the process of elimination.

The next step, if nothing unexpected happens, is to cross the Tsugaru Strait and reach Hokkaido.

With his speed, he didn't need to take a cruise ship or a boat. He could just let the aquatic super beast take him.

However, before leaving, he accidentally received news from Kyoto.

Even Onmyoji will keep up with the times. However, they use "witchcraft" that is not accepted in modern times. Some of them have been nurtured in a classical environment since childhood, and they will show surprising distress in unexpected places.

[We have investigated the person you mentioned. It is true that there is such a person as Jintian Kojuro Jinglong. It is said that he was born with the ability to see the yin and yang, and can distinguish between evil spirits and sneaky ghosts. Although he did not learn magic, he was a master of swordsmanship who could kill monsters with his mind and skills. However, he did not enter the government, nor did he seek fame and fortune. The swordsmanship he learned was not passed down. Although he killed many monsters, he gradually became a legendary figure over time.]

[The Sukuna ghost you mentioned does have this name. I spent some time to find out that the place where the evil ghost died is said to be in a place called Sukuna Mountain in Yamanashi Prefecture. There is a temple of Nishikida Kojuro Keiryu there. If you are interested, you may want to go there and take a look.]

[But I don't think it's that pessimistic. Even demons and monsters need nutrition, not to mention being killed by sword masters who are good at eliminating evil. Even if they don't die, their souls will be sealed by them and should have been wiped out over the years.]

[The following is relevant information. ]

【——Tsuchimikado Akifusa】

Then you guessed wrong. Jinglong is best at sealing up a group of demons and monsters, and then raising them into monsters in special effects dramas after hundreds of years.

Why can these monsters become so strong without food or water? Do they think they are all Yabo people?

Xia Long just shook his head, then looked at the detailed address and couldn't help frowning.

Yamanashi Prefecture is also on Honshu Island, but it is very close to Tokyo. He is now in Aomori Prefecture, which is almost the southernmost tip of Honshu Island. Tokyo and Yamanashi Prefecture are so close, which means they are almost in the middle.

It seems that we will have to take a long detour when the time comes.

Originally, I asked the Onmyoji to investigate Sukinagi because it just occurred to me, but Sukinagi are...

Resentment, evil spirit, and the lingering soul - this is simply the perfect area for the Yabo people to take action. If he doesn't find an opportunity to eliminate this hidden danger, he would be letting him down. Xia Long remembered the matter of Sukina.

And there is Jinglong. That person placed his soul on an instrument, and it turned out that he was able to survive for such a long time. I really don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

If he wants to live, let him live; if he doesn’t want to live, find a way to make him become a Buddha.

There is nothing to pack. Go to Yamanashi Prefecture.

Yamanashi Prefecture, Suna Mountain.

In the temple of Kojuro Jinglong of Nishikita.

Inside stood his statue and a knife that was probably protected by the Cultural Relics Bureau. The knife on the knife rack was still in its sheath, with no scroll hanging behind it. The lonely knife in the temple seemed to be lying there peacefully as if it were being worshipped.

There was a patrolman at the foot of the mountain, patrolling slowly on a bicycle. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up. The winter wind was very chilling. Although he had put on more clothes, the front of the patrolman's bicycle still couldn't help shaking, and the patrolman himself was so cold that he gasped for cold air as if he had eaten spicy chili peppers.

"It's so cold. I feel like I didn't put on enough clothes when I went out today."

Although the police force is generally insufficient in the world, some places, especially small places, are very peaceful. Even the police are acquaintances, and usually there are only some trivial matters. Basically, they have enough free time.

The patrolman also felt that nothing would happen today, so he rode his bike leisurely.

As for going up the mountain? It's so cold, and there's nothing to do. It's not right to go up the mountain for patrol, right?

The crisp sound of the sword being drawn out of its sheath is even pleasant to the ear.

Xia Long, wearing winter clothes, carefully examined the ancient sword he had drawn out.

Of course, he knew nothing about patterns and decorations, but even so, there were some common things that could be seen.

This knife is divine.

The cold light flowed across the blade, seeming to be able to cut through the faintly visible dust. Although it has been a long time, it is as clear as a cold spring, just like a brand new modern imitation knife.

Of course, if you just touch the handle, or look closely, you can feel the years that go into it.

Xia Long sheathed the knife, holding the hilt guard in this position, and observed it in front of his eyes.

It is said to have divinity but it is not so exaggerated. For example, there are 8 million gods in Japan, and not all of them have the power represented by the word "god". Although this sword has not produced a tsukumogami in the long-term sacrifice, it has produced a unique power.

Perhaps, it can also be called Buddha nature.

And this knife is obviously suppressing something.

If you take away this knife, that thing will escape.

"why?"

Xia Long murmured;

"In this world, demons and ghosts declined, waiting for the world to be in chaos, and they appeared in a clear active period, but Sukina was in a blank period during this period. Why is it that after being sealed for a long time, it can become so strong? Are the demon exorcists in ancient times so kind? Are the seals actually gentle places?"

Of course not. That was an era when sword masters would use people to test their swords, and famous swordsmen would sacrifice their lives in a competition. Death was so common.

If Nishikida Kojuro Jinglong was a pure good man, he would not be able to become a swordsman or a demon hunter.

Xia Long had an idea to lift the seal immediately, kill Sukinagi and absorb him, then perhaps he would be able to find out why Sukinagi became so powerful.

Xia Long held the ancient sword sideways, and the raised sword was facing the statue of the swordsman Jintian Kojuro Jinglong. The statue was simple and dignified, and his face was majestic without anger, but he also had the demeanor of a master.

A point of light slipped out from the statue and then penetrated into the knife.

Xia Long completed an operation that ordinary people could not understand without blinking.

But at this moment, he suddenly remembered that he wanted to give Da Gu some experience last time, but now he failed to do so. Perhaps this is an opportunity, and fighting against Sukina will be an unusual and extremely valuable battle.

Xia Long took the knife and hung it on the knife rack again. The rack had no hanging axis, and the ancient knife looked a little empty on the knife rack.

Then he strode out of the temple and walked down the mountain in a manner that was as fast as shrinking the earth, taking ten steps at a time, looking like a shadowy ghost.

He found a public telephone booth, dropped in a coin, and dialed the Victory team's "citizen hotline."

Next to the public telephone booth, a patrolman rode his bicycle slowly past, not realizing Xia Long's abnormality. He just glanced at him casually and continued riding his bicycle.

The wind is not strong anymore, but the temperature is still not high.

The pace of life in big cities is too fast. Although there is no possibility of promotion as a patrolman in small places, once you stay there for a long time, you will gradually lose this desire.

"The pace of life is too fast, and we can't enjoy the fun of life."

In the cold wind, the patrolman comforted himself like this.