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The voice echoed in the open space, and the person holding the hilt of the knife didn't care about the loud voice, and said impatiently: "Hey, Shouhe, today's weight is enough, don't make trouble for me again, I'll come over tomorrow to clean up." ”

There was silence.

The sand shinobi wearing a windproof hood turned to leave, muttering to himself softly, "It's really unlucky, why is it my turn." ”

Mixed with the sound of the crisp scabbard crashing, the footsteps of the sand shinobi grew farther and farther away.

This is the land of the wind, Morinji Temple.

It's more like a temple than a tower.

The top of the tower is pointed out on a natural boulder, and the tower body is hollowed out inside the boulder.

And at the bottom of the whole boulder, there is also a tower, an empty, dark, but closed bottom.

Bottom Hell.

There is only a hole carved out of the boulder, and the road is narrow enough for almost one person to pass through.

The bottom body, which suddenly opened up, was closed by an iron fence, and there were dense spell marks on the iron fence, which covered the entire space like a small snake or tadpole at a glance.

"You're here."

In the empty fence, an emaciated figure sat on its knees, hands folded.

"You know I'm coming?" Shaking off the last bit of ash stuck to his hand, Makoto slumped slightly under the fence and slipped in, his tone flat, but he didn't hide his slight curiosity.

The fence was extremely thick, but the gap between the fences was so large that it could easily be used by several adults at the same time - this thing was not originally intended to guard against people.

Sitting there was an old monk, with almost nothing left under his wrinkled skin, and his complexion was horribly pale from years of not seeing light - there was not a single tooth in his mouth, and his lips were somewhat sunken, but he smiled slightly, still indescribably kind.

"Would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

In the place opposite the old monk, there was a stove, a kettle, a pot, and two teacups.

Although they are all old, they are still well preserved.

The pot of water on the stove was gurgling, and there was a nice smell of boiling water, and Makoto sat down cross-legged across from him and sat on the floor.

The old monk picked up the kettle next to him and added cold water to the pot, and the boiling water was quiet again.

Makoto watched silently until the old monk repeated this action for the seventh time, then turned off the fire, picked up the kettle and poured water into the teacup.

The water was clear and lovely, and the bottom of the cup shook the reflection of the two of them.

-- There is no tea.

It's not that the old monk is playing any kind of trick, but he has indeed not been exposed to tea for many years, and the specific calculation should be from the day he became a human pillar force.

"Do you know what I'm here for?" Makoto didn't pick up the glass of water in front of him, but asked.

The old monk held the teacup in both hands and shook his head when he heard the words.

"Blessing - what do you think of the Shouhe in your body?"

The old monk was slightly moved: "Unexpectedly, there are still people who remember my name." ”

Putting down the teacup, he put his hands back together: "Shoutsuru is a beast - but now people call me by that name." ”

"My name means nothing to them, and what makes sense is that I am a human pillar, connected to the beast life within me - when people forget my name and only remember this, it really makes no difference how I think of Shouhe.

"Because [Shouzuru] is not in me, but in me."

Cheng heard every word, he was silent for a moment, and asked a different way: "Then what do you think of yourself." ”

"Yourself? What is that? All oneself is born from a blank space, and then constantly changed by the world and oneself, the newborn blessing is oneself, the blessing of youth is oneself, the blessing of the just become the pillar force of the person is also oneself, from which moment on, the blessing is no longer the blessing, but has become a crane - young man, you put down the knife, we have something to say. ”

Cheng put away the knife and asked a little strangely: "Old monk, looking at your appearance, it seems that you have no resentment towards the system of turning you into such a human pillar?" ”

The old monk Fenfu smiled, no longer teasing Cheng, and said in a slightly more serious tone: "Because resentment has no ability to change reality." ”

"We intend to change the system of human power." Makoto threw out the bait.

The monk's eyes, despite the painstaking investigation of the ninja cats, and the information they obtained, knew that when he was young, he had blinded himself in the ascetic practice, but the pair of dull pupils were still like a cunning and innocent tanuki.

The old tanuki seemed to smile: "Do you know what I smelled from you?" ”

Makoto frowned and shook his head.

"It's fire, clean fire." It's not the deliberate annoying one of a moment ago, the old monk said seriously.

Cheng finally knew that he and this old monk had nothing in common, he frowned, and said: "Human pillar power is a product of war, to eliminate this distorted system, in addition to fundamentally eliminating the soil from which war was born, there is another way, that is, to establish a better system to replace it......"

Fenfu interrupted him: "You know, the human heart is like a water mirror. ”

He stretched out his dry palm, reflecting the shadow in the water pot in front of him, the water waves were calm, and the word "heart" in the palm of his hand was extremely clear at the bottom of the pot.

Makoto frowned even deeper, he looked at the small cauldron, and the chakra was released when he was unconsciously focused, disturbing the surface of the water, and the reflection at the bottom of the water was suddenly shattered.

But lust - hatred, greed, and ignorance often disturb the heart, causing it to waver, creating a rift that is contrary to the truth......

"You say you're going to change the system, but do you really see it?"

Speaking calmly, there was a kind of bearing that Makoto couldn't interrupt him.

"The blind man touches the elephant and does not see the whole, and the ordinary man does the same when he talks about the law—"

The old monk stretched out his other hand, and there was also a word in his palm: "It's better to open your heart and accept it." ”

With one palm, one hand to receive, both hands together, the blessing bowed deeply, and the whole person was extremely humble and attached to the ground.

Cheng turned back in horror and saw an old yellowed calligraphy and painting on the wall behind him.

It reads:

I am the creator of the peaceful order of the world.

The payment is:

Big barrel wood - feather coat!