Chapter 257: Taoism

The whole world is so illusory and weird, the sky and the surrounding space are covered with boundless black lines, so that the distant scenery is like a piece of canvas coarsely pieced together, several iron locks that go straight into the sky are the center of the world, these iron locks are submerged into the sky at one end, and on the other side are connected to a platform floating in mid-air, on top of the platform is a man bound by iron locks, naked and topless, revealing a pale complexion, half-kneeling on the ground, his head lowered, and his face covered by long black hair, It seems that he has been dead for a long time, quietly.

Suddenly, the peace of the world was shattered, and stairs formed by energy rose out of thin air, connecting from the ground to the end of the platform, and a young man with long black hair slowly stepped forward and walked in front of the man tied to the platform, with a leisurely and casual expression, as if the monarch was inspecting his own territory.

The young man looked condescendingly at the man kneeling on the platform, suddenly squatted down, grabbed the other party's long hair, and met a pair of unruly eyes, as crazy and cruel as at the beginning of the seal, and no beauty and goodness in human nature could be found in it.

The young man didn't care about this, but his face was a little more solemn, and his free left hand suddenly turned into the chest of the prisoner under the stairs like a knife, but at this time, there was no scene of flesh and blood splashing, the pale-skinned man seemed to be a clay man, and under the sunken chest, the young man's left hand was actually sucked into his body.

Like flames, with the boy's movements, clouds of dark purple energy with ominous meanings were spreading from the pale-skinned man's body along the boy's left hand to his whole body.

The prisoner's face was contorted, he struggled constantly, and let out a roar of rage, but the young man was unmoved, and the left hand inserted into the opponent's chest even spun vigorously.

The layer of dark purple energy that covered the surface gradually enveloped the boy's whole body over time, and the faint light flickered and changed, while at the same time, the body of the man bound by the iron chain continued to dissolve and disappear like a mud puppet, until it was completely gone.

When the figure at the end of the chain was gone, the dark purple energy that wrapped the boy finally stopped flickering and changing, but when this energy subsided from his body like a tide, it was not the face of the boy who was revealed, but the man who was still bound by the chain before.

After the man's initial doubts, he suddenly burst out laughing as he unconsciously stared at his hands.

Syllable!

The man was laughing, shivering uncontrollably, and under the shaking of his body, a figure rushed out of his body, and only stood up after rolling on the platform, but it was the young man before.

The young man seemed to be oblivious to the strange events that had happened before, with an unconcealable joy on his face, until the man who was a prisoner not long ago cast a fierce gaze on him, and the young man seemed to react, and his face calmed down.

In Shikamaru's spiritual space, a fight is staged.

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Shikamaru sat cross-legged on a futon, there was no light in the humble house, and the only light in the room came from the bright moonlight.

A faint light projected from the window onto Shikamaru's raised palm, illuminating a ball of energy that was as black as ink and still wriggling, its edges constantly bulging, as if something inside wanted to break out of the cocoon.

Shikamaru stared intently at the energy in his hand, and didn't seem to notice that the gossip seal around his neck gradually began to emit a faint light, and the sealing technique began to loosen under the power of Chakra, and a cloud pattern like flames emerged from here, starting with the sealing rune, spreading to the rest of Shikamaru's body.

At the same time, the spiritual energy condensed in Shikamaru's hand also underwent significant changes under the influence of the curse mark and Orochimaru's consciousness, a little undetectable dark purple energy suddenly appeared in the pitch-black spiritual energy, and constantly expanded its influence, as time passed, the energy ball in Shikamaru's hand was finally completely filled, and the pitch-black spiritual energy was rejected back into Shikamaru's body, this mass appeared from Shikamaru's body, but it had nothing to do with his spiritual heart, and even the hostile dark purple energy, It seems that he is born to be mutually exclusive with Shikamaru, constantly twisting and changing, and seems to be about to get out of his control at any time.

"That's enough." Shikamaru, who had been expressionless, suddenly said in a deep voice, as if reminding himself of something, as soon as his words fell, the curse mark cloud pattern that almost permeated his whole body seemed to be extremely unwilling to slowly retract into the gossip seal, and the purple energy condensed in his right palm gradually disappeared.

"That's it." When the spell mark and dark purple energy were completely gone, Shikamaru's consciousness was clear, and he couldn't help but breathe a deep sigh of relief, wiped the layer of fine sweat that had unconsciously oozing from his forehead, and thought with relief: "It's time to get out of here." ”

Shikamaru has been staying in this temple for a while, no matter what, it's time to leave, after all, he is a traitor, if he waits a little longer, I'm afraid there will be trouble at that time, he is naturally not afraid, he just doesn't want to disturb the monks of this temple, at this time, the new art research is successful, he wants to leave here as much as possible.

Shikamaru got up from the futon, moved his hands and feet indoors, frowned and thought for a while, or decided to get up and leave now, since he had made up his mind, with his vigorous and resolute style, he naturally acted quickly, but he didn't have much luggage, and it was already sorted out in a while.

Shikamaru, who walked out of the door, did not go directly to the temple gate and left from there, but came to the abbot's residence, and when he saw that there was still a fluorescent light coming from inside, he stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." The abbot's slightly tired and hoarse voice came from inside the room, and he didn't ask who it was, and directly let Shikamaru enter the room.

"Master." When Shikamaru entered the house and closed the door, he saw him sitting at the table, calculating the accounts with the bean headlights, and he bowed first and said, "I am here to resign." ”

"Oh." The abbot put down the ledger in his hand and looked at Shikamaru, but there was no surprise on his face, after all, Shikamaru was obviously not a person who stayed in the temple for a long time, and it was not surprising to resign at this time, but the abbot's expression seemed to be a little cold.

Shikamaru didn't care, took out a stack of money from the ninja bag, stepped forward and put down the abbot's table, and said in a deep voice: "I have been bothering for many days, I can only use these mundane things to do my best, master forgive me." ”

The abbot didn't mean to excuse himself, and after hearing Shikamaru's words, he nodded very dryly, and bowed to him, "Thank you, donor." ”

"Master, if someone comes to the temple to inquire about the news after I leave, tell them that I am going to the land of thunder, and there is no need to hide it, so as not to add trouble to the temple." Shikamaru said in a deep voice.

The abbot smiled and nodded silently.

Seeing this, Shikamaru bowed to the abbot again, and was about to leave the room, halfway through, but suddenly turned around and asked, "Speaking of which, I still don't know the master's law." ”

There are not many monks in the temple, and most of them are not qualified to call the abbot Dharma number, the same as Shikamaru, they are just called his abbot, the only three old monks who are qualified to call the abbot Dharma name, one is practicing closed-mouth meditation, Shikamaru rarely sees his figure, one insists on penance, taciturn, and the last one likes to study Buddhist scriptures, and also likes to be silent, but now, Shikamaru is a little embarrassed to find that he still doesn't know what the name of this old monk who has awakened his mind is.

"Customs." The abbot replied crisply.

It's really an ugly Dharma name, Shikamaru smiled, the Dharma name of the old monk who practiced closed-mouth Zen was "Daozhen", the one who insisted on asceticism was "Daopu", and the name of the Buddhist scriptures was "Daohong", plus this self-proclaimed "Taoist" abbot who did not believe in Buddhism, and the vision of the former resident to see people was also superior.