Jason looked at the scarecrow in his hand, and the words began to appear in front of him.

[Scarecrow: A farmer witnessed the marriage of his crush, and desperate withered in the rice field in front of her house, turned into a scarecrow, because he was worshiped by the surrounding villagers and prayed for a good harvest, so as to gain weak strength, year after year, his consciousness awakened again, he saw the village caught in the war, saw that the object of his love was protecting his child from harm, saw the long sword stabbing at the other party, without hesitation, he stood in front of her, he blocked everything for her, He eliminated the invading soldiers for her, and he fell in the field, and he looked at the sky in his memory, and the ritual gradually dissipated; Effect: The wearer can withstand a deadly attack. 】

(Note 1: Love can give birth to miracles, but it is not worthy of humility.) ）

(Note 2: Love can give birth to miracles, so is it worth being humbled?) ）

……

"Is this a scarecrow?"

"It must taste good."

Jason thought.

For others, the [Scarecrow] that can withstand a deadly attack must be the treasure.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have appeared on the body of the blossoming courtyard tree.

But for the 'talented' 'immortal' Jason.

This kind of ability is really chicken.

Far less good than eating.

After all, the scent of [Scarecrow] had already told Jason that it was far more than 3 points of satiety.

"After parking the car, come to my room."

Jason said as he pushed the door and got out of the car and walked towards the Tong Shouji Temple.

He can't wait to eat the scarecrow now.

Looking at Jason's back, Hui Lijing quickly reversed into the garage and began to park.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple and He Tai stood aside and waited.

"Is he always so alone?"

The wandering Onmyoji asked.

"Most of the time."

"Who in the world is not like this?"

"It seems to be a group, but in the end, only one person walks alone."

The old monk of Tong Shou Temple said with his hands folded, and then couldn't help but sigh.

Some of these exclamations are inspired by feelings.

What's more, the habit of the old monks of Tong Shouji Temple.

In order to play the role of 'Master Tong Shouji', he tried his best to conform to the image of a high monk.

Naturally, some words also become inscrutable.

It's a pity that he doesn't understand those inscrutable words at all.

I can only choose some of my own feelings.

"You're talking about the end of your life?"

The wandering Onmyoji asked respectfully.

"Not just the end of life, but from the moment a person is born, he is a single individual, and then, little by little, towards death, this process needs to be borne by a person."

"Neither parents, nor lovers, nor children can replace them."

"It's hard, but it's bearable."

"So, a lot of times, there will be people who say - the world is good, but the next life will never come again."

The old monk sighed.

He thought of his parents, his former wife, and his children.

However, the more I think about it, the more lonely I become.

Because, they're long gone.

"But there's a good thing, right?"

The wandering Onmyoji asked rhetorically.

It's hard to imagine a person who wanders in the shadows of the 'inner world' and believes in the beauty of the world.

But that's just the way it is.

The wandering Onmyoji thinks he is not a good person, and even admits that he is a bad person, but he is by no means an evil person.

Because, he still has his own bottom line.

Therefore, he believes in the beauty of the world.

Even such goodness is rare, rare.

"Yes!"

"Right here."

The old monk admitted it calmly.

Then, he pointed to his heart.

Although my parents, wife, and children have long since left, the memories in my heart are still good.

In other words, it is precisely because of such a departure that such beauty is extremely precious.

He will never forget.

It is also impossible to forget.

Because, this is the only sustenance he has after he gets used to being 'lonely'.

It is also the motivation for him to keep walking.

Well, there has to be a reason and an excuse to continue.

The old monk of Tong Shouji Temple, who considers himself a mortal, is no exception.

Even, he thinks he needs more.

After all, he, a mortal, is still a fake monk who has become a monk halfway.

The wandering onmyoji looked at the old monk of Tong Shou Temple.

He always felt that something different appeared on the master in front of him.

But what exactly?

He couldn't say it again.

Is this the master?

The wandering onmyoji touched his heart, and an inexplicable feeling began to appear.

The old monk looked at the appearance of the wandering onmyoji and did not say anything.

He's used to it.

I don't know where to start, but the people he talks to always show such a look.

Then, these people will be more and more grateful to him.

I don't know what's going on, but that's supposed to be a good thing, right?

Hui Lijing, who parked the car, looked at the old monk and the wandering onmyoji standing aside, ignored it at all, and walked quickly towards Tongshou Temple.

Her heart was now completely focused on the knowledge she was about to learn.

Suck and slip.

As if sucking noodles, Jason eats the [scarecrow] in his hand.

When his tongue touched the [Scarecrow], the scarecrow's rope melted directly, and the scarecrow that could have been chewed in his hand instantly became like noodles.

Moreover, it is very strong.

There are also some Q bombs.

In terms of flavor, it is true with the flavor of flour and tomato.

"Is it because it's standing in the field?"

Jason guessed.

The words in front of you are truthfully revealed.

[Devouring 'Scarecrow' (Complete)]

[Excess recovery of physical strength, energy, and injuries!] 】

【Satiety +200】

[Satiety: 829]

【Excitement of Food+1】

【Excitement of Food:1】

……

"Excitement about eating?"

Jason was stunned when he looked at the increased 'excitement of eating'.

In the past, even if there was a considerable amount of satiety in the food that was readily available for the sake of eating, there was no 'excitement of eating'.

And now?

"Is it because I haven't encountered a significant amount of 'food' before?"

"Or is it also counted in the 'hunting' when you fight against the Flower Blossom Yard Tree?"

"If that's the case...... BATTLEMODE may be able to be changed. ”

Jason thought, his face showing excitement.

Because, if it were like the latter, he could have snatched it in battle...... No, it's a 'taking' item that has a 'food taste' on the enemy.

Although it was just a guess, such a guess made Jason stand up and walk around the house twice.

In his mind, the plan had already begun.

It wasn't until Hui Lijing knocked on the door that Jason came back to his senses.

Knock, knock.

"Jason?"

The female detective asked.

"Please come in."

Jason responded, then, looking at the female detective walking in, and pointed straight to the open space in the room next to him.

"You stand here first."

Jason said.

The female detective was a little confused, but she did it anyway.

She believed in Jason.

"What do you want to learn about the 'mystical side', or the 'inner world'?"

Jason asked.

Seriously, this is Jason's first time as a teacher in the true sense of the word.

He was completely inexperienced.

I don't know how to teach.

And with 'commitment' as the premise, he will definitely do his best.

So, after thinking about it, Jason is ready to start with the interests of the female detective and teach the other party what interests him.

Interest is the best teacher.

Jason believed that.

Moreover, it will also make him more effortless.

"Fight!"

The female detective said without hesitation.

In just a few days, the female detective has seen too many 'mysterious side' events.

Almost everything is about life.

If you don't have enough strength, you will really die without a place to bury.

Therefore, she chose to fight.

Or rather......

Attack!

In the heart of a female detective, the best defense is to take the initiative to attack.

"Fighting?"

After Jason pondered for a moment, he quickly understood the female detective's thoughts, and immediately, he asked, "Do you have a dagger or a dagger?" ”

"Yes!"

The female detective said immediately.

And, then, he took out a small dagger from his belt and handed it to Jason.

Jason took the dagger, and after getting used to it slightly, he attacked directly to the side.

Woo!

The dagger cut through the air and made a strong wind sound, and the female detective's eyes widened, but when the female detective did not react at all, Jason stabbed the dagger out again.

Woo!

This time the dagger is faster!

The female detective didn't react, but she could feel it.

Suddenly speeding up?

The female detective's eyes lit up.

It's not that the fighting idiot, on the contrary, the female detective who has experienced the battlefield is well aware of the importance of this.

At a critical moment, it can really turn things around.

"This is a technique from a friend of mine, who created it based on his understanding of the spear in the barracks, as well as the skills of the short sword and dagger of some Assassin schools, and you need to ...... it to practice."

Jason begins to explain the techniques of Thrust to the female detective.

The female detective is quite intelligent, and Jason only spoke twice before he remembered it completely.

Then, self-practice began.

The brain remembers and learns are two different things.

It's a fairly lengthy process to get used to.

"This is one of the techniques I taught you as agreed, and the most important foundation of the 'mystery side': Tufu language."

"It will be the one you will have the most direct contact with the 'mystical side'."

"Now, though, you need to master the Spike."

"After that, I will teach you again."

Jason said this and walked outside.

Although he doesn't know how to teach, Jason will not forget the foundation of [Tufuyu].

And to teach [Spike]?

Jason definitely didn't relax his standards for the basics because of the female detective's previous treats.

After all, his 'core' skills are not taught at all.

Walking out of the left wing, Jason strode towards the scripture room where the old monk of Tong Shouji Temple was.

After he began to teach Jason the 'Tong Shouji Tradition', the old monk spent most of his time here.

During this time, Jason saw Mrs. He standing at the door.

The wandering Onmyoji looked at Jason with a slight frown, but he didn't say anything until Jason's figure disappeared, and the wandering Onmyoji looked out the door.

Continue to fulfill the principle of self-guarding.

Jason knows this.

But I don't care at all.

Because, he did not perceive malice.

As for vigilance?

That's how it should be.

Don't say it's a wandering onmyoji, his vigilance is something that ordinary people don't have.

He has it all, why can't anyone else?

In the scripture room, the lights are bright.

At the table that Jason was familiar with, the old monk burned a pot of incense.

The smoke was ethereal, and the old monk was flipping through the scriptures.

It's not a secret, it's not a mystery.

It's just an ordinary scripture.

Moreover, while reading, he made annotations on the scriptures.

Very serious, not perfunctory.

Just looking at this scene, it was hard for Jason to imagine that the old monk was a 'fake monk' who had become a monk halfway.

"Completely into the play?"

Jason thought about it, and walked over to the table and sat down across from the old monk.

"Master."

Jason alarmed the old monk, who immediately put down the scriptures, folded his hands and said.

"You love to read the scriptures?"

Jason asked, glancing at the annotated scriptures.

"This is what a monk should be."

"After all, I don't want to live up to the hopes of the previous masters."

"Before I meet you, Master, I will work hard to ensure the reputation of Tong Shou Temple."

The old monk said very sincerely.

For Jason, who knows the roots, the old monk has no idea of hiding it at all.

Jason, on the other hand, groaned again.

When the real is fake, the truth is also false.

When the fake is true, the fake is also true.

Inexplicably, Jason thought of this sentence.

"What's wrong, Master?"

The old monk asked puzzled.

"It's nothing, let's continue the legacy."

Jason shook his head.

He didn't think he should remind the old monk of anything.

This is the old monk's own business.

Naturally, it was the old monk who solved it himself.

Jason only thought that the old monk was too deep into the play, but what Jason didn't expect at all was that the old monk was no longer too deep in the play, but integrated the 'play' into his life.

"Of course!"

"The master [Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Method] is the core secret of Tong Shou Temple, and it cannot be passed on to outsiders except for the heir of Tong Shou Temple."

Before teaching Jason, the old monk explained.

Immediately, Jason knew what was going on.

The old monk was worried that he would teach the core secrets of Tong Shouji Temple to others.

Jason shook his head.

"No, it won't."

"I will only pass it on to the heirs of Tong Shouji."

Jason gave a guarantee.

"Then let's get started!"

The old monk said, and unfolded the [Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Method] in his hand.

Meanwhile, Ryosuke has already returned to his office with Urashima.

Closing the back door, Ryosuke looked at Urashima seriously.

"Urashima, have you thought about it?"

"There is still a possibility of quitting."

"Once you start...... There is just no way back. ”

Ryosuke asked.

"No problem."

"I've already figured it out."

"Let's get started."

Urashima nodded vigorously.

Ryosuke looked at Urashima, and then, picked up the phone on the table.

He aired a number.

After a brief busy tone from the handset, the phone was connected.

"Hello?"

Ryosuke was the first to speak.

And on the other side is silence.

"Hello?"

"Is it Chief Miyamoto?"

Ryosuke asked again.

This time, there was no longer silence on the phone, and a nice voice came-

"You're looking for Miyamoto?"

"I'm sorry, he just died."

"I ...... Killed. ”

P.S. Sorry, it's late again, the fat dragon bows!

(End of chapter)