In the meditation room, Hua Qing withdrew her fingers and sat on the futon.

Speechless for a long time.

And Zen Master Zhenji used an indescribable look to look at the blue in front of him, and he personally felt that the divine soul was in the body, which was no different from the secret method of the Penglai thief.

But if the middle-earth boy in front of him is a credible person.

That means...

In this Middle Earth, there are still inheritances other than Penglai who have mastered the secret art of immortals!

Only the immortals can fight against the immortals!

In the simple values of the old monk, such a sentence emerged, which made a fire ignite in his eyes.

He suddenly felt that the hope he had been looking for seemed to be right in front of him.

"The poor monk heard that in the land of Middle-earth, a few months ago, there was an immortal who fell?"

Monk Zhenji pursed his lips and asked in a tentative whisper.

Hua Qing said in a casual tone:

"Yes, I personally participated in that battle and killed Penglai Dong Lingjun, that immortal has not yet died, but he can no longer mess with sentient beings."

"Huh"

Hearing this, Zhenji immediately got up, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he respectfully bowed to Hua Qingxing.

He put his shiny, scarred head on the ground, and said in a trembling tone:

"Please be a hero, save my country, save my people!"

"This..."

Hua Qing didn't stretch out her hand to stop it, and looked at the old monk in front of her.

Say:

"It's not someone I can promise you, who can make decisions, not here, but if he's lucky, he might be there soon."

As she spoke, Hua Qing's gaze fell on the others in the meditation room.

He rolled his eyes and said to the others:

"What I have just seen, I want you to open your eyes, that Dongying land, there is really a ghost in the world, hope does not exist, despair is sprawling.

Perhaps, after reading it, what you think in your heart will change.

Come on, take a look. ”

He held out his hand to the others, and in a seductive tone, as if he wanted to share something good.

His thoughts at this time are very simple, he has seen the depressive things, and he is unhappy, and if he shares this depressive with more people, maybe he will be in a better mood.

How can I let my son be blind?

In the face of this invitation, the other monks look at me, I look at you, and in the end, Tie Niu, a Nirvana warrior monk who had taught Hua Qing several times, was the first to reach out and hold Hua Qing's hand.

The Divine Soul Secret Technique was activated, and the memories of what he had just seen and heard were reflected in Tie Niu's heart like a projection.

After a stick of incense.

"In the next life, there will be good men and good women, who will see the image of Jizo, and hear this sutra, and even read it, and eat and drink with fragrant flowers, and with clothes and treasures, and give alms, and praise and worship.

There are twenty-eight kinds of benefits, one is the heavenly dragon to protect the mind, and the other is the increase in good fruits..."

The old presiding officer of Tiantong Temple, the Zen master of the Dharma, trembled and turned the Buddha beads, recited the Tibetan scriptures, and tried to make his Zen heart not broken, but what he saw and heard just now really made the old monk calm down.

He is not a warrior monk, but a Zen master, who has practiced Buddhism all his life, and his Zen mind is very stable, but he is still disturbed by the hellish scene.

And the round pharaoh monk next to him is much better, although he is also chanting, at least his body does not tremble, after all, the Nirvana temple family has a great cause, and he has a lot of knowledge, although the monk of the circle does not take the martial arts, but often discusses Buddhism with his senior brother Yuanwu.

also talked about the topic of Infernal Hell, which once had a relationship with Shen Qiu, and the real virtuous monk is now frowning.

This is the case for the two masters of Buddha cultivation, not to mention the rest of the warrior monks.

"Thief! Evil animals! ”

The iron bull monk with a face full of meat clenched his ten fingers, his knuckles clicked, and his face was pale.

He is a warrior monk, taking the road of protecting the Zen Guardian Path, and his emotions are more real than those of Zen masters, and seeing such a hellish scene, he can't fake it at all, which makes Tie Niu's heart angry.

I can't wait to carry the Zen staff now, take my senior brothers to kill in Dongying, and use the Buddhist King Kong method to clean up those demons and monsters.

"The Penglai thief is really hateful! Playing with sentient beings is really a demon. ”

The younger monk Kongjian was also as indignant as his senior brother.

He said to his brother:

"No wonder Uncle Mustard told me not to be confused by the rumors in the rivers and lakes, and try our best to help Shen Qiu's donor succeed, it seems that Uncle Shi had already predicted the deeds of the wicked.

He wants us to wait for the Demon Guardian Dao to prevent my Central Plains and the land from suffering this calamity. ”

"No, you're overthinking."

Hua Qing said faintly:

"At this time, the mustard monk sent you out of Lin'an City, probably thinking very simply, but he didn't want you, the juniors of Nirvana Temple, to be contaminated with Lin'an's troubles.

However, what you said is actually not bad, since you have come here, you also know good and evil, and you can distinguish between right and wrong, and you will have to do things with us in the future. ”

Hua Qing stood up and said to a room full of people:

"I won't hide it from you, at this time, around Ningbo, there are Penglai thieves acting in secret, and Liu Zhuoran and I have been investigating this matter these days.

If you want to help, I'm absolutely welcome. ”

"Uncle Yuan, look?"

Tie Niu glanced back at the Yuan Pharaoh monk, who was the junior disciple of the Nirvana Stone presiding over the Yuanwu Zen Master, and was the most senior in the Nirvana Temple.

The old monk was old, closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he turned the Buddha beads and said:

"I have been a family member for generations, compassion is my duty, just eating fasting and reciting Buddha, I can't save sentient beings from the sea of suffering, empty enlightenment, you are the most talented and tenacious among the three generations of disciples of my Nirvana Temple.

The warrior monks will be led by you, and if you can save people, you must save them with a good life! Just like you and others have done great good deeds in Luoyang City, protecting the safety of the people of a city. ”

"Hmm."

Iron Bull nodded vigorously.

On the other side, Hua Qing helped the old monk Zhenji up, he sat in front of the old monk of Dongying, and asked seriously:

"I have one thing, and I want to ask the master, in the master's memory, I see the last paragraph, there is a ronin samurai, explaining to the master about going to Middle-earth.

It is also they who tell you and others about the fall of the immortals in Middle-earth, who are those people? ”

"They are a group of samurai who escaped from Dongying in the early years."

The old monk Zhenji explained everything:

"The leader was named Sakamoto Ryoma, a famous samurai who was originally a samurai on the Emperor's throne, but after the kamikaze cut off the sea route, the Emperor's palace caught fire, and then he was exiled from Kyoto.

He served the daimyo in the Uesugi family for several years, but later, the Uesugi family was destroyed by demons because of their rebellion against Penglai, and Ryoma got entangled in many broken samurai and crossed the sea to Sanhan.

It is said that they were helped by the Ezo tribe, who were good at boating, to find the law of the kamikaze of the Tsushima Strait, and only after nine deaths did they break through the blockade of the strait and arrive in Samhan.

That was more than a decade ago. ”

"Ryoma Sakamoto?"

Hua Qing blinked, and he suddenly remembered that some time ago, he saw some northern intelligence in the Yanyu Building in Suzhou, and asked:

"That samurai, the kingdom established in the land of Samhan, is it called 'Ryoma Country'?"

"Yes."

The old monk Zhenji nodded.

"Although Ryoma is a wandering samurai who has lost his family, he has a very high prestige among the samurai community, he is of noble birth, and he studied under the previous generation of Musashi Great Sword Saints, and learned the first-class swordsmanship of the two heavens.

If it weren't for the samurai family's responsibility to the monarch, he would probably take the path of the sword saint, and after Penglai instructed the five daimyo to join forces to divide the country, many samurai who were unwilling to obey obeyed Ryoma's call.

Gather in Nagasaki Demon Sea Generation, from there to cross the sea to Samhan, preferring to go into exile rather than stay in the land, and when the aura gradually grows and the demons are in chaos, it will be easier for Ryoma to recruit exile.

In all directions, the demons have occupied seventy or eighty percent of the land, and the farmers and people can't survive, so they will also go to Ryoma, and the old monk heard that there are as many as fifty or sixty thousand samurai in Ryoma country.

The peasants and the common people reached four or five hundred thousand, and they respected Ryoma as the "Daimyo of Ryoma", and the establishment of the country in Samhan was very popular. ”

"In this way, Ryoma actually has an inside story."

Hua Qing rubbed her chin.

Comparing this new news with the news in his mind, he found that the land of Sanhan, the country of Ryoma, which was reunited with the northern kingdom, did not seem to be as weak as it seemed on the surface.

After all, it was a force that was unwilling to bow to Penglai, how could they bow to the north?

The so-called joint attack on the southern country seems to have a hidden secret.

"I heard that the samurai over there in Ryoma Country also learn Penglai martial arts?"

Hua Qing asked again, and the old monk Zhenji knew what Hua Qing wanted to ask, so he smiled bitterly and said:

"My country is small, and I can't be so rich in Middle Earth, and there are fewer good people. When the poor monk was young, he came to Middle-earth to study Buddhism, and he saw the martial arts of Middle-earth, and a hundred flowers bloomed, and he was very envious in his heart.

In our country, there is no concept of martial arts, five hundred years ago, when the Penglai immortals appeared in Dongying, there were martial arts spread.

Five hundred years of inheritance, which martial artist did not learn the Penglai technique? Even the "qi" cultivated is also taught by Penglai, and in today's generation, if you don't practice martial arts, you can only take the road of ghost martial arts.

Attracting the power of demons and evil into the body, that is the real ghost and evil way, and the backbone of the samurai will not take this path.

But even Ryoma can't do anything about it. ”

"That's a restless bomb."

Hua Qing shook her head and said regretfully:

"No wonder Penglai, let them leave the Wa Kingdom, even if they go to Sanhan to build a country? As long as an evil array descends, Ryoma Country will also become an adult hell on earth.

They are abandoned pawns in the hands of Penglai, and they are not free at all, so it seems that they can't help, by the way, I still have a question. ”

Hua Qing Says:

"You just said that Dongying's Penglai disciples call themselves Onmyoji, do they have a way to carry the aura out of Dongying?"

"Well, there is."

Monk Zhenji turned around, took out a piece of black magatama covered with cracks from the rucksack he was carrying, and handed it to Hua Qing.

He said:

"When the Maori daimyo sent people to hunt down us, in the outer seas of Middle-earth, in areas where there is no aura, they can also summon Shikigami and use spells, and they use this kind of portable magatama.

It is full of aura, as soon as it is stimulated, there will be aura with you, and it is in everyone's hands, if the old monk is not bad, these days, the evil and evil things in Ningbo City are done by those onmyoji royal spirits.

In order to extract the soul and replenish the aura. ”

Hua Qing rubbed the jade in his hand, and he got up, his face became a little solemn.

"The Japanese people chased and killed, but they did evil things in the city, but they did not expose them, and in this city, there must be local ghosts to hide them. If those dog thieves all have an aura...

Going without a sword, I'm afraid it's a little dangerous. ”

He turned to the Iron Bull and said:

"Bring a few warrior monks, come with me."

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On the other hand, Liu Zhuoran did not know the risks he was going to face.

In the darkness of the night, he chased the fleeing carriage all the way from the foot of Taibai Mountain to the seaside, which was about twenty miles long, and it took some time, but he finally did not lose it.

He saw the carriage stop at a small wharf, and a man who was clutching his heart and coughing in agony jumped out of it, and the man was dressed as an ordinary man, and he could not see his feet at all.

He lit a lamp on the docks.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, a boat, coming from the night waves, slowly stopped at the dock.

This is the responder.

Liu Zhuoran cautiously moved a few feet to that side, and in the night wind, in the sound of the sea tide echoing, some words could be vaguely heard.

It seemed that one person was scolding, and the other lowered his head and did not dare to answer.

But the voice...

"Wa people?"

Liu Zhuoran narrowed his eyes, he had practiced in Penglai, he was a personal disciple of Donglingjun, and he had spent several years in the Immortal Mountain, so he naturally knew that there were also some Dongying people in Penglai.

Most of the little boys were sent into the mountains to learn and practice, but he did not know the Japanese language, but he could only judge the root of the sound, and lay outside the dock to see the two men sending the carriage into the dock warehouse.

Then he boarded a boat and went to the other side of the strait in the darkness of the night, an island near the land.

The local people call Meishan, which is part of the Zhoushan archipelago, and Zhoushan is dotted with small islands on the sea, not local fishermen, and it is absolutely difficult to distinguish the sea route.

At this point in time, the Southern Naval Division was still cruising in the Qilu Sea to assist the Qilu war, and there were abnormal celestial phenomena when they came in, and local fishermen rarely went to sea.

In this vast archipelago, it couldn't be easier to hide some people.

After the two disappeared into the sea, Liu Zhuoran took a detour, drove a boat from the other side, and chased in that direction, and he became more and more curious.

What are these Japanese people who can manipulate those supernatural beings with mysterious origins going to do in Ningbo?

Also, look at their outfits.

There are also all kinds of preparations for the small wharf just now, obviously his and Hua Qing's guess is correct, the reason why these widows can do so many things in Ningbo City has not been discovered, in addition to their own strange arts, there are also locals who are helping them cover up.

In this small and small Ningbo city, which one is so hand-eyed?

The answer seems clear.

Slid in the direction that made Liu Zhuoran more and more worried, and on the vast sea under the dark night, Liu Zhuoran used his true qi to make the boat move forward quickly and break the waves.

Looking at Meishan Island, which was getting closer and closer, the light in his eyes became more and more cold, and the Ling Xuan Sword in his arms was also tightened.

"Return to the Tibetan Villa, return to the land... It's better not you guys. ”