Chapter 1033 Long-Lived for Five Years, the Lord of the Disaster Relief, the White-Clothed Avalokitesvara of the Lianhua Ministry

"Blessed by the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman! Goldsmith, have you stored the sails and ropes of the ocean-going boats? The most important thing is the sails..."

"My lord! The little one has already put the sails and ropes in. As long as there is not too much water and ice, the sails will not be cracked!  …"

"Well, that's good!...The sea is frozen and frozen. We have to stay in the Lubu camp here for the winter this year. The Zheyang boat will stay by this river...won't it freeze and crack? Especially the boat that was smashed before head…"

"My lord, the bow of the ship has been repaired, so there won't be any major problems. Of course, it would be safest if the ship can be towed ashore... Uh, if the ship is too heavy and there are not enough people to tow the ship, staying on the glacier would be fine. Okay. It’s better to clear out all the cargo in the cabin, and make the frozen part shallower... Then, every few days, drag the boat around, so as not to let the ice layer become too thick..."

"Hmm... Blessed by the Great Bodhisattva Hachiman! Gold Shipsmith, then do as you say! When next spring, whether we return to the warm Katsuyama Pavilion smoothly, or fall into the endless Kusatsu Abyss, will depend on you , rely on this ship!..."

"My lord! Little one understands!..."

The Xiaolumoi River winds and turns, shining white with ice floes, trickling into the North Sea in the northwest. Before you know it, it's already halfway through November. In the northern part of the Kamchatka Peninsula, the freezing along the coast is gradually deepening, and the coast is also covered with half-calf-deep snow, and there is a vast expanse of white everywhere, which is really clean.

"Huh! Blessed by the Bodhisattva! The long and terrible winter in the extreme north is about to come!..."

The monk Watanabe Masumi breathed out a breath of white air, standing on the third deck of the ocean boat, looking around the cold white world. In the distance is the white North Sea, and near is the white land. In the southeast sky, there are undulating towering white mountains.

I heard from the local deer department that in the mountains to the south, there is a "mountain department". It is said that they are also the same reindeer and fishing tribes, but they are timid and cowering, never daring to conflict with the "mighty deermoss river tribe". And the "mighty Lutai River Department" lives by the Dalutai River more than 200 miles away to the south. The Dalumoss River is a real big river, surrounded by lush short grass and moss, and it hasn't even frozen yet!

Thinking of the envious and eager tone of the local deer department when they mentioned the Dalutai River, the monk Watanabe Masumi shook his head, full of vigilance.

In this wild and ferocious northern land, it must be a powerful tribe that can be counted within hundreds of thousands of miles to occupy the riverside territory with lush aquatic plants! This so-called Lumoshui River Department might be able to pull out two hundred strong hunters in one go...

Now there are only 21 people on board, seven of them are North Korean sailors and shipwrights with little combat effectiveness, six of the wounded were shot, and there are only eight warriors who can really fight. With the strength of the fleet, if you really want to get in touch with these powerful tribes, you might be taken to the boat and wiped out in one go!

"Damn it! Fudo Ming, who really wished to eliminate evil, threw a rope, restrained those brutal barbarians, swung his sword, and cut off the heads of those man-eating ghosts!...Damn it! Cut off your heads!..."

Thinking of those hunters from the Chukchi tent who raided the fleet, the monk Watanabe Masumi gritted his teeth fiercely and cursed weakly. He couldn't help pressing his left hand on his injured right shoulder, feeling the bone-chilling pain, just like when he was just injured!

Although almost a month had passed since that day's surprise attack on the tent, it was still like a nightmare, entangled in the mind of the monk Watanabe Masumi. The half-ship crew who followed him to land and camp, fetch water and cook food, had almost no time to prepare, and were shot to the ground one by one by the hunters in the tent driving sleds and holding strong bows, and shot to death on the snow field. !

"Damn it! Damn it! If I hadn't been shot in the shoulder with an arrow!..."

The monk Watanabe Masumi pressed his injured shoulder, cursing angrily, still feeling the palpitations of being close to death!

Those vicious hunters with frosty faces and few words, didn't say any nonsense at all, just rushed towards them and shot extremely accurate bone arrows!

The few North Korean sailors who fetched water in the outermost circle were shot through their throats and died by the icy river without even making a sound. And he, as the leader of the monks wearing a carcass, was also heavily attacked by the opponent. Two bone arrows shot straight at his throat and cheeks, which was so accurate that it was terrifying!

At the moment of life and death, he only had time to rely on the instinctive reaction of years of fighting, and instantly bent his knees and turned sideways, blocking two arrows with his shoulders. And the strength of those two bone arrows, even tens of meters apart, still pierced through his Tongwan's shoulder armor. The two arrows penetrated an inch deep into the flesh, making him unable to hold the naginata in his hand immediately...

"Damn it! My naginata! That is the top-grade weapon that the elder of the Miaoyuan court personally bestowed upon me!..."

Thinking of the naginata that was lost on the snowy field, the monk soldier Masumi Watanabe pursed his lips, a bit of shame appeared on his face, and he could no longer swear.

Facing the attack of the tent hunters, five warriors of the Oyazaki clan immediately raised their spears, stepped on the ankle-deep snow, yelled, and rushed towards the enemy tens of meters away. As a result, those brutal barbarians did not engage in close combat with the warriors. They just flexibly commanded the sled dogs, kept retreating, kept a shooting distance of 20 to 30 meters, and shot down the armored warriors of the Oysterzaki family one by one in the thick snow...

Seeing such a one-sided massacre, and the bloody flowers on the snow, the monk Watanabe Masumi felt chills all over his body. After all, he was once a general of the Shaoer family, had seen the Yabusame team of the Ouchi clan, and knew the power of this kind of warfare. With the opponent's precise and strong shooting skills, although there are only twenty sled hunters, they are not something the fleet can compete with! …

So, on the verge of life and death, he decisively dropped the long naginata he couldn't hold, turned his head and ran to the ocean boat on the shore, just like he once decisively escaped from the battlefield with the Ouchi clan...

In that raid on the tent, in less than a quarter of an hour, only twenty sleigh hunters shot and killed five Oysterzaki warriors and four Korean sailors. Of the fifteen crew members who landed, including Masumi Watanabe himself, six escaped back, each with arrow wounds. And if it wasn't for the fact that Murakami Jitong had always been cautious and kept half of the crew on the boat, maybe they didn't have time to raise the sails and sail away from the dangerous coast where murderous intentions suddenly appeared! …

"Ah! This is... the Lord of Calamity and Calamity Rescue, Mother of Lianhua in White Clothed Avalokitesvara!"

On the highest deck, Watanabe Masumi, a monk soldier, could not help lowering his head as his thoughts fluctuated. Afterwards, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the piously carved wooden sign by the gold boatsmith, and soon recognized the image of Avalokitesvara in white.

This white-clothed Avalokitesvara, who rescued the suffering in Goryeo Buddhism, is the thousand-armed Avalokitesvara deity enshrined in the Lianhuawangyuan of Miaoyuan Court. And in the so-called Thirty-Three Halls of Lianhua Wangyuan, there are eleven faces, thousands hands and thousand eyes Avalokitesvara, and twenty-eight members of Avalokitesvara's command!

Well, to put it simply irresponsibly, Avalokitesvara in white is the main Buddhist god in the belief of monk soldier Masumi Watanabe!

"Thousand-armed Avalokitesvara of great compassion!..."

Looking at the wooden sign of Guanyin, the monk Watanabe Masumi stood silently for a long time. At this moment, he once again thought of the last review of looking at the shore after escaping onto the sunshade boat.

Those tent hunters wore wing armor splayed, leading packs of howling dogs like tengus in the far north snowfields. They chased the sunken boat until the big boat sailed away from the shore, then they stopped angrily and let out a few howls of disappointment.

Then they dragged all the dead warriors and sailors onto the sleds, and took away everything in the camp, not a single plank was left behind. After everything was cleaned up, they led the pack of wolves again, and disappeared like the wind...

The tent came and went in a hurry, everything seemed to be an illusion of the wind and snow, only one-third of the crew was missing. With full sails, the ocean-going boat fled the coast in a panic, and was even hit by the rocks on the shore, and the bow was broken, and it took more than half a month to repair it. As for the fate of those crew members, in Watanabe Masumi's opinion, they were either eaten by the "tengus" on the snowy field, or eaten by the wolf dogs of the tengus, and they might fall into the underground animal world!

"Avalokitesvara of great mercy! May those warriors and sailors who fell into the Santu River and were eaten by evil spirits be rescued by your benevolent incarnation, King Yang Jushi Matou Ming, and escape from the animal world!  …"

The monk Watanabe Masumi closed his eyes, lowered his head, turned the sandalwood beads in his hand, and counted twenty-eight in his mouth, which happened to correspond to the twenty-eight members of Avalokitesvara. Afterwards, he shook his head, stuffed the 28 sandalwood beads into the hands of the kneeling gold boatsmith, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Golden Shipsmith, you are now the only shipwright in the fleet, the only one who can repair ships and sails!"

"grown ups?"

"The merciful Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara can only save us after death...and in the snowstorm and misery during this lifetime, we can only rely on everyone in the fleet, on ourselves!..."

"Eh?... Your Excellency?..."

"Get up, stop kowtowing. Get off the boat with me!"

"ah?"

"That guy from Murakami exchanged some venison with the local tribe. So many people died, but the food in the boat is quite sufficient...We are going to cook venison porridge!"

"Deer... venison porridge?...呵勿, Gudu..."

"Well, you come with us. Let's have porridge together!"

"Ah! Ah, this... my lord..."

Seeing the startled and cowering goldsmith, the soldier monk Watanabe Masumi grinned, a rare smile. Afterwards, he pointed to the low camp on the shore, pointed to the bonfire that was not strong in the middle, and jumped off the sea boat in two steps.

Behind him, Jin Shanshu, the boat builder, was stunned for a moment, and quickly wrapped the Buddhist beads and the Guanyin wooden tablet in his arms carefully. Then, while climbing the rope on the ship's side, he chased Watanabe Masumi's back, and shouted the last sentence.

"My lord! I listen to you!...Bodhisattva will definitely bless us!~~"