Somewhere in the South China Sea of the ninja world, the vast fog persists all year round, showing mysterious colors.

If you're lucky enough to see through the layers of fog, you'll find that in the midst of this thick fog, there is an island that is slightly smaller than the country of vortexes and is lush and full of life.

The island is divided into two parts, north and south, separated by thorny jungles that are difficult for humans and animals to cross.

The southern part of the island has swimming pools, beaches, book houses, and casinos, which are the places where someone and their friends spend their summer vacations.

The fog in the northern part of the island is even thicker, and there are occasionally a few buildings among the dense ancient trees, which also look like a secret realm of immortals.

At this time, in a deep cave in the northern part of the island, a tall fat man was lying lazily on a straw mat.

There was a large stack of watermelons piled up beside him, and the melons were round and plump.

From time to time, the fat man stretched out his big fan-like hand, grabbed a watermelon, and threw it into his mouth like eating a date.

The shark-sharp teeth "click, click" and chewed, and then spit out the skin and seeds, and got them everywhere.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang, and the lazy look on the fat man's face suddenly changed, and he counted the bells with a solemn face.

It wasn't until the seventh stroke that the bell stopped.

"What a nuisance!"

The fat man frowned, and a carp stood up with a chic and neat move, and his movements were surprisingly agile.

"Old man, let's go."

The fat man twisted his neck, moved his hands and feet, and then picked up the big knife on his side and walked in the direction of the bell.

"Three long and four short bells...... Is there a new person again, interesting - alas! ”

"Which one has no public morality and loses the melon skin!"

The fat man fell to the ground and let out a roar of rage.

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Covering his buttocks, the fat man walked through a large forest and melon fields to a shrine, or a building, in the shape of a dojo.

In short, in addition to enshrined statues of unknown gods, there are also incense burns everywhere, ancient trees are stacked with green, cigarette smoke, and the environment is secluded, which makes people feel a sense of tranquility.

In the inner courtyard of the hall, four men in green tights sat on the ground in front of a tall statue of a god.

There are three of them, who all know the puffer fish ghost in Watermelon Mountain, and they are their so-called "Taoist friends", who belong to the guys they can't understand at all.

They are meditating with their eyes closed and their mouths full of words.

The other blue-haired man looked haggard and his face was as white as paper, as if he was about to burp at any moment.

He leaned against the pillar like a dead dog, his eyes complicated at the slightly ill-fitting green tights on his body, and pulled them with his hands from time to time, as if trying to break free from some terrible shackle.

It's just that every time he wants to make a move, the blue-haired man's face will have a tangled color, and after being undecided for a while, he will put down his hand in a dejected manner.

"Poor little one, sooner or later you will go crazy!"

The fat man pursed his lips, then dragged the big knife, limped into the inner courtyard, found an ownerless futon, sat on it, and followed the people in front of him to recite the Heart Sutra in a whisper.

"What's the joy of life, and what's the pain of death?

For the good to eliminate the evil, but the youth.

Joy and sorrow are to Harpy.

Everything is for the people, not for selfishness.

Have mercy on me, there are many sorrows!

Sweat, bet on youth,

Bloody duel and feel happy! ”

“……”

After reciting the scriptures eight or nine times, the first person opened his eyes, and the emerald green pupils flashed with essence.

As if he felt something, another man beside him also opened his eyes and said, "Congratulations to Jiaosang, congratulations to Jiaosang, your true immortal method has gone further!" ”

The man at the head was Jiaodu, he shook his hand and said: "A little progress, not enough to worry about, practice this kind of thing, pay attention to the blessing of the soul, as long as you sincerely study the "Harpy Sutra" every day, you can also have some understanding." ”

After a pause, Jiaodu turned his head to look at the back, frowned, and said, "Senior Brother Watermelon, you have been in the sect for some time, right?" Do you know why you haven't been recognized by the watermelon immortals and become a true cultist? ”

The fat man who carried the big sword shark muscle was one of the seven ninja knives of the Land of Rain who was easily captured by Shimura Danzou and Sarutobi many years ago, the watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost.

After becoming a captive of Konoha , I don't know why, the big sword shark muscle of the watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost was not channeled back by the ghost lamp clan.

As the person who is the best at exerting the ability of shark muscles, the watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost has always dreamed of being reused again.

But that's 10 years.

He was imprisoned in the dark dungeon of Konoha for ten years, until a year and a half ago, by chance, the watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost came to this mysterious island.

The excitement of escaping......

Confused on a strange island......

Revolt......

Suppressed......

Resist again......

Suppressed again......

In the back, I joined the religion, practiced, and cultivated tranquility......

Shaking his head, no longer thinking about the painful past, the watermelon mountain puffer ghost hurriedly sat upright, bowed to the horn capital in a similar manner, and said:

"Senior brother, I was late, but there was a reason for this, someone threw melon peels on the road, and I fell down."

As he spoke, the watermelon mountain puffer ghost also pointed to the abrasions on his face, as if to confirm his statement.

"Wrong!"

Jiaodu shook his head and said, "Not only that, but you still haven't found your biggest mistake!" ”

"The biggest mistake?" The watermelon mountain puffer ghost scratched his head.

"Senior Brother Watermelon, you are so stupid!"

At this time, a red-haired young man sitting in the back row with the watermelon mountain puffer ghost patted his head and said:

"The key to youth cultivation, green tights!"

"I see!"

The watermelon mountain puffer ghost pretended to be suddenly enlightened, bowed his head and said: "I would forget such an important thing, and sure enough, my youth is still not hot enough!" ”

As he spoke, he took off his blouse, revealing his brown-black chest hair.

Then, the watermelon mountain puffer ghost took out a set of large green tights from the sealing scroll and hurriedly put them on.

"Sure enough, green is the color of environmental protection, so that you can get close to nature!"

said so, but when the watermelon mountain puffer ghost lowered his head, the disdain on his face could no longer be concealed......

"Youth? Happy? Phew! ”

The watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost couldn't help but think in his heart: "If it weren't for the sake of gaining power, Lao Tzu wouldn't have engaged in such a boring trick, but for the sake of that strange psychic beast, let's be patient a little longer!" ”

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In the apse not far away, Yasuo, who was busy, was kneeling on both sides of the low table with Tam, drinking tea calmly.

Tamu suddenly frowned and said, "Captain Yasuo, this guy seems to be very unreliable?" ”

Yasuo took a sip of tea and said, "It seems that paranoia or something, it's easier to reform, and Erwuzai is really hopeless!"

I'm still a little too anxious...... Sure enough, it's still a cute dried persimmon shark that is more suitable for our organization......"

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