As soon as the words fell, I saw a tall body, breaking through the door, because the horizontal flesh on the face full of anger looked particularly hideous, looking at the nameless anger of the men and women in the room, rising three thousand feet.

"Hiroichi Muramasa, it's you." Muramasa Chiba was suddenly shocked and frightened when he saw someone coming, his face turned pale all of a sudden, and Muramasa Miaohua, who was leaning on his arms, was also trembling, clutching his clothes tightly, especially pitiful.

"Okay, no wonder Miaohua is reluctant to marry into the Abe family, it turns out that she was bewitched by you, and Muramasa Chiba is your own sister." Muramasahiro was furious and looked at the two adulterers and adulteresses.

Originally, his plan was well planned, and he absorbed the skills of the Abe family to make scabbards through marriage, and finally slowly monopolized the entire Japanese weapons industry with the family's superb sword-casting skills, and then relied on this to restore the glory of the family of the ancestor Abe Nakamaro era, but he did not expect to encounter obstacles here in Muramasa Miaoka.

"Big brother, we really love each other." Muramasa Miyaka clutched Airo's clothes tightly, her weak eyes became a little more firm, and her voice sounded tactfully like a hollow valley.

"In love? Okay, Miaohua, tell me how you fell in love with each other, you have to know that Lu Dao is your second brother and a monk of the Nichiren sect, so there will be no result together, and you are destined to marry into the Abe family. Muramasahiro's face became more and more gloomy, and his triangular eyes flashed with a cold light, like a swaying fire from the Nine Hells.

"But, but, you and the eldest sister..." Looking at Muramasa Hongichi's appearance, Muramasa Miaohua looked scared and responded cowardly.

"Shut up." Muramasahiro's face darkened and he interrupted her rudely.

Muramasa Hiroichi's heart was like a storm, but he didn't expect that his affair with Muramasa Yuri was discovered, but fortunately, it was discovered by Muramasa Miaohua, and there was still room for redemption.

"Chiba, you return to Nichiren Sect immediately, I won't tell Zen Master Myozen about this. You have to know how the Nichiren sect punishes monks who break the precepts, especially those who oversee the temple like you. Muramasa Hongichi looked at Muramasa Chiba a little uncertainly, and said politely.

"I..." Muramasa Chiba looked frightened, looked at Muramasa Miaoka, who was still trembling in his arms, and his eyes suddenly flashed with unprecedented firmness. "Big brother, I will call you the eldest brother again, I will not give up Miaohua, even if it is the eighteenth layer of hell in front of me, I will not hesitate to do it, you go and tell my teacher, just say that his disciple is not filial piety to him and embarrass him, and in the next life, the empty cicada will serve under his old man's seat."

Hearing the truth, the night can die, and the village is Chiba suddenly has a kind of enlightenment, and his face is bathed in holy brilliance, like a monk who has attained the Tao, and his body exudes a strong sense of Zen.

"Chiba."

"Second brother."

Muramasa Hongichi and Muramasa Miyaka seem to feel the various changes of Muramasa Chiba, and their hearts seem to be bathed in the holy light of Buddha, washed again, clear and clear, and the ambitious heroes are still children, and they have turned into the most simple relatives at this moment. Suddenly, there was a throbbing in my heart, as if something wanted to stay away from them, and I couldn't help but cry out.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has seen two donors." Muramasa Chiba recited the Buddha's name, gently put Muramasa Miaohua on the carved bed, folded his hands, and said without waves, his face was solemn.

"Second brother, you..." Miaohua Muramasa suddenly felt that the lover who had just been with him and me, like glue, had disappeared, but he stretched out his hand in endless amazement, and the crystal tears couldn't help but fall.

"The majestic world-honored one, the Dharma King of all interpretations, mourns for me and waits for the reason, and gives the voice of the Buddha. If you know my heart, see me as a reporter. If sprinkled with nectar, it will cool off the heat. If you come from a hungry country, you suddenly meet the king's meal. I was still suspicious and afraid, and I didn't dare to eat. If you regain the king's religion, then you dare to eat..." Muramasa Chiba Hosho solemnly recited the verses of the "Myoho-kyo-kyo-renge-sutra", shook his wide sleeve robe, and pushed the door out with his head held high, as if all the past was cut off at this moment.

"You, you, Chiba, what are you doing?" Muramasa Hiroichi looked at Muramasa Chiba who was far away, and suddenly there was a burst of panic in his heart, and he asked urgently.

"From where I came from, to where I go, I am on the other side of the Buddha, that is, I see it as it comes, as I really are, unsinkable and dirty, and my body is like glass." Muramasa Chiba's voice came melodiously from a distance, like a deafening evening drum and morning bell in a large temple.

"It's not good, someone is coming to stop Chiba." Muramasa Hiroichi's face changed suddenly, and he realized what Muramasa Chiba was going to do, and shouted at the door.

Nothing can happen, nothing can happen, Muramasa Hirokazu silently muttered, if Muramasa Chiba is the temple of the Nichiren sect, if they die inexplicably in their Muramasa family, then they will immediately fall into a situation from which they will never recover, what ambitions, what revival of the family, everything is empty talk.

It seems that Muramasa Hirokazu said a little late, and the guards at the gate didn't have time to stop him, and Muramasa Chiba had already walked away quickly, leaving no clouds.

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"Patriarch, it's not good, it's not good, Chiba Zen Master he, he's forging swords in the swordsmithing workshop." In the middle of the night, a guy from the swordsmith workshop ran in in a panic, didn't care about panting, and said to Muramasa Hongichi.

"What did you say?" Muramasa Hirokazu suddenly grabbed the placket of the guy's shirt and asked with a change of color.

"Zen master Chiba is forging swords." The guy was already stupid by the powerful aura exuded by Muramasa Hiroichi, and he forcibly endured the urge to urinate under him, and replied mechanically.

"Hey, Chiba, you're so confused." Muramasa Hirokazu left his man aside, a little annoyed, a little decadent muttering to himself, not feeling that he had collapsed on the ground.

He remembered that Muramasa Chiba had made a vow when he became a monk that he would never forge a sword again, otherwise he would be martyred with a sword, but he didn't expect it to be fulfilled now.

"No, he must be stopped, you go to Nichiren Sect and invite Zen Master Miaozen, and say that Chiba is ready to be martyred." Muramasa got up from the ground again and yelled at the dumb guy.

"Yes, yes." The fellow stumbled out of the house as if he had been pardoned, and the evil aura emitted by Muramasahiro was so terrible that staying for one more minute would mean death.

"You take care of the young lady, don't let her step out of this room." As soon as Muramasahiro saw the guy go out, he said to a few maids waiting outside with a gloomy face.

"Yes." A few maids said tremblingly.

Watching Muramasa Hiroshi leave, a few close maids couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, they knew about the affairs of the two brothers and sisters of Muramasa Miaohua and Muramasa Chiba, and they also did a lot of things about ventilating and reporting news. I didn't expect things to change like this, they didn't expect it, and they all shuddered when they thought of this.

As soon as Muramasa Hiroshi left, it was not that he didn't want to worry about them, but he had more important things, and he went to the Sword Casting Workshop to organize Muramasa Chiba, even if he couldn't organize it, he had to drag it until the arrival of Zen Master Miaoshan, otherwise this catastrophe would come immediately, and how could he care about a few little personal maids at that time.

"What are you doing here, why don't you organize the second master quickly." As soon as Muramasa Hiroshi came to the Sword Casting Workshop, his face suddenly darkened, and he couldn't help but roar angrily.

It turned out that the entire sword-casting workshop was quiet, and one by one the craftsmen actually watched Muramasa Chiba meticulously casting swords there, and several older sword-casting masters were even more obsessed.

"No, patriarch, look at the second master..." Several sword-casting masters secretly frowned when they heard this, and pointed to Muramasa Chiba who was forging swords.

"I don't care what is or not, Chiba is ready to die with a sword." Muramashiro's eyes were red, and when he pulled out the katana at his waist, he slashed indiscriminately, venting the anger in his heart.

Several sword-casting masters hadn't seen such a violent side of the patriarch, and then looked at Muramasa Chiba, who was forging swords, and was not affected by the outside world at all.

"What are you doing in a daze, and right now, I order you to put out the fire for me at once." Muramasa Hiroichi pointed his katana at the swordsmiths and said with a hideous face.

"However, the patriarch's fire can't be extinguished according to the ancestral teachings." A swordsmith at the head spread his hands and said with a sad face.

"Fire? Finished. With a 'clang', the katana that Muramasa Hiroichi was holding fell to the ground, and his face was pale and he collapsed on the ground, like a dead dog without bones.

The swordsmithing family adheres to a tradition, if the sword-forging furnace is extinguished, then the family also indicates that the end is coming, and the sword-casting furnace has the meaning of passing on the torch. Therefore, it is not that when the family is in danger, no sword-forging family will be frenzied to extinguish the fire.

However, as a sword-casting master, Muramasa Hiroshi knows that if he doesn't stop Muramasa Chiba, I'm afraid he won't be able to delay the arrival of Zen Master Miaozen, but he knows that Muramasa Chiba is a real sword-casting master, with incredible power, which is not something he can speculate, maybe a perfect martyrdom sword will be baked in the next moment.

"Amitabha."