After capturing Zhelin Town, Shimazu and his brothers looted a lot, at first, they saw valuable things and put them on their bodies, and after a short time, they found that they really couldn't hold too many things, so they threw away some things that were not very valuable, and later, except for gold, silver, and jewelry, they didn't want anything, but even if they didn't want it, they wouldn't cheapen others, and at the same time, they would do their best to destroy it.

Fine porcelain, delicate jewelry, antique paintings, all smashed and torn by them, in the process of wanton destruction, Shimadzu and the brothers experienced an unprecedented pleasure, this pleasure may be born in the subconscious of life, has not been released, now once released, they are like a devil, revealing a hideous face, day by day stronger, day by day more and more crazy.

Shimazu felt that he had finally found the true meaning of life, and that he had finally found the purpose of his life's struggle in this foreign land. In the eyes of those weak people, he is like a god, can control the dignity of these people, even their lives, can rob their property, he saw some people, pretending to be dogs, but in order to survive, but like dogs prostrate in front of themselves, and even did not hesitate to sacrifice his wife and daughter for these robbers to vent, Shimazu felt that life was really wonderful, this short experience of more than ten days, comparable to everything in his previous thirty years, even if he died immediately, he had no regrets.

However, I can't die yet, because such an experience is so fascinating, and every day is so wonderful and so happy.

After two days in Zhelin Town, Shimazu and his brothers left, because they received news that a team of hundreds of officers and soldiers was coming at them.

"Big brother, why should we run, those officers and soldiers are like paper paste, as long as we make a move, we will run away, this town is so big, we still have a lot of places to go." A guy with a sharp beak asked Shimazu in confusion.

Shimazu knows this person, his name is Mizutani Village, his martial arts are average, but he is extremely greedy, and he loves to take advantage of small advantages, and he knows by looking at the huge burden on his back that this kid has not made any less money these days.

"Mizutani, it's not that we have won a few battles, and we are invincible in the world, after all, we only have eighteen people, and now in the face of a team of hundreds of people, in the case of an unclear situation, we still have to be cautious, after all, this is in a foreign country." Shimazu said in all seriousness that he did not want to suffer huge losses because of the blind arrogance of someone in his ranks.

"Big brother, does this mean that we will come back?" Mizutani looked at Shimazu expectantly.

Shimazu looked at the dense woods in front of him and the faint mountains in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Mizutani, this is not Japan, this is the Ming Dynasty that is much bigger than Japan, much bigger, so big that you can't imagine, as long as you want, maybe you won't be able to go out in your life, there are many good things, why bother to focus on this one town." ”

"Really?" Mizutani's eyes lit up, and he seemed to see countless gold and silver wealth flying in front of him, he tightened the burden behind him, and suddenly, his whole body was full of strength.

This is a country road, there are countless arm-thick willow trees planted on both sides of the road, there is a canal next to the road, the canal is very narrow, only two steps wide, not deep, there are a lot of aquatic plants growing on the canal wall, covering the water surface and the road on the side of the canal, many frogs hide in the aquatic grass, when people are near, frightened, they will plop into the water, dive in the water for a while, and then get out of the water, open two huge eyes, look at the guests who disturb them, but there is no anger in the eyes, only curiosity.

One of the frogs picked up a small lump of mud and threw it into the water, and the frogs with their heads baring their heads saw the danger, and suddenly shrank their heads and sank to the bottom, and the water was full of noise, and the wolf laughed.

This reminds Shimazu of when he was a child, one of the things he liked very much when he was a child was to catch frogs, every time he caught a cage, when he returned home, his mother would cook a delicious braised frog for him, this is Shimazu's favorite dish in his life, the frog's legs are crystal clear, like beautiful jade, and the meat is very delicate, a light bite, the mouth is full of fragrance.

Shimazu's mind is full of pictures of catching frogs when he was a child, and a lot of sea saliva has grown in his mouth, and he really misses his mother's craft, but unfortunately now that his mother is gone, he is the only one left, and they all died in the hateful war.

When Shimazu was indulging in fantasies, Mizutani next to him suddenly stabbed him, pointed ahead, and said to Shimazu: "Big brother, look, there is a team of people in front?" ”

Shimazu was startled, hurriedly raised his hand to stop everyone, and looked into the distance, but saw a group of willows at the end of the trail, slowly walking in a group, one color gray shirt and long coat, one color wearing a hat, one color holding a long stick above his head.

Shimazu's eyes narrowed, because he couldn't really see them because he was far away, and he didn't know who these people were, but his cautiousness made him wary.

"It's a monk, a group of monks." A well-eyed widow suddenly cried out.

"Sure enough, it's a monk." Shimazu finally saw the person who came clearly, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Monks have always had a high status in Japan, and they are respected by everyone, they have no sectarian views, no distinction between high and low, and treat everyone with a compassionate mind, so although the whole of Japan has become a battlefield, only temples have not been involved. If an injured samurai enters the monastery, no matter what evil he has done before, the monastery will not ask about it and take care of him wholeheartedly until he recovers, and the two warring sides will not rush into the monastery to take people, and even their battles will be consciously chosen to be far away from the monastery, because the monks in the monastery say that it is not good to kill in vain.

Seeing that the people who came were all monks, Shimazu's heart relaxed, and he knew that all the monks in the world worshiped the same god and believed in the same religion, so their hearts and hearts were also compassionate.

Shimazu subconsciously straightened his clothes and dusted off his body, he felt that when facing these masters, he must also be more solemn and serious, at that moment, Shimazu suddenly felt that his mentality was very peaceful, and he seemed to have entered the Zen of the legendary monk.

"I should bow to these masters." Shimazu thought to himself.

The monks got closer and closer, and their faces became clearer and clearer. Each of them has a long stick in his left hand, the stick seems to be of the same length, the same thickness, and he holds a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, and while walking, the Buddha beads are turning one by one in his hand, and they each carry a small burden behind their backs, and each of them has a face full of dust, and it seems that they have walked a long way. Although they had words in their mouths, they did not make a sound, and the whole team came from a distance in a neat queue and a silent posture, which made people awe-inspired.

"Are these monks coming out to make a fortune? Shall we give them some possessions? Mizutani covered his baggage and looked at Shimazu with some nervousness.

Shimazu glared at him fiercely, and actually said such a thing to the master, his heart that had just calmed down was destroyed by this kid, and he wanted to beat this blind guy, but in the face of these masters, he still decided to endure it, and he couldn't do it in front of the monks, and see how I clean you up next time.

Those monks also saw Shimazu's group, and their footsteps paused, as if they hesitated, and then continued to walk.

The leading monks even lifted their hats back, revealing their white scalps, which looked extremely bright under the sun.

"Hee-hee, this bald head is really bright...... Mizutani was happy to see it, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Bage, please be respectful to the master." Shimazu finally couldn't help it, and scolded Mizutani fiercely, very angry in his heart.

"Hello." Mizutani saw that Shimazu was angry, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly restrained his smile, bowed his head to Shimazu Tatsumasa, and expressed his acceptance.

The monks slowly approached, stood still, and the leading monk gave Shimazu a salute with a single palm, and proclaimed the Buddha's name in his mouth: "Amitabha, may I ask the donor, where did you come from?" ”

Shimazu looked at the monk in confusion, not knowing what the monk said, but he remembered that what he thought at the beginning was that he must show respect to the master, so he also bowed to the monk and said respectfully: "Master, hello." ”

The monk's eyes froze, crossed Shimazu, and turned around on the other Japanese robes, looking at those who were carrying large bags and small bags, wearing all kinds of bright clothes, many of the clothes did not fit, obviously snatched from the outside, the silk clothes were covered on the body so casually, it looked very weird, and each of these people had a long knife around their waists, and many people had two on their waists, one long and one short, with a murderous look on their faces.

"Japanese?" The monk asked tentatively.

"Japanese." Shimazu nodded hurriedly, he finally understood this Chinese sentence, on the ship that came to the Ming Dynasty, he learned this sentence, in these days in the land of the Ming Dynasty, he heard the most is the words "Wakou" and "Japanese", he knows that this word is talking about his own country.

"Hehe, what a coincidence." The monk smiled, took a step back, and shouted behind him, "Subdue demons and subdue demons." ”

The monks behind him put the stick to the ground, put the Buddha bead in his hand into his arms, and then held the stick in both hands and shouted "subduing demons and subduing demons".

Shimazu finally felt that something was wrong, the plot of the story did not develop in the direction he expected, he originally imagined that these monks should smile kindly at themselves, like those monks in the temple, treat everyone with a gesture of mercy and forgiveness, let himself and his group of soldiers whose hands are stained with countless blood get a spiritual baptism, and then everyone goes their separate ways, the monks continue their preaching career, while they and their brothers continue their careers of plundering.

But now everything seems to have changed.

Those monks at this moment, showing a fierce momentum, just now the sound of a stick on the ground, made Shimazu's heart sink, he could hear that these monks are all strong martial arts, not those peasants and timid officers and soldiers who have met after entering the Ming Dynasty.

They want to fight us!

Shimazu gritted his teeth, slowly pulled the knife out of his waist, and shouted to his subordinates: "Meet the enemy." ”