Thirteenth floor, room 1313.

If it is placed in the West, this is definitely an extremely unlucky room, and some buildings do not even have a thirteenth floor, and often the twelfth floor is followed by the fourteenth floor.

However, in the East, there is no such particularity, and the senior lounge of the headquarters building of the Japanese Mage Association is located on this floor, with a total of fifteen rooms, mainly for senior members and visitors to rest temporarily. Although it is a temporary resting place, all the decorations are high-standard, and it is only more gorgeous than the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.

Room 1313 is one of them.

But at this moment, the room has changed its appearance, the soft handmade wool carpet has been lifted and rolled to the side of the room, and six monks in yellow robes under their naked tops are sitting side by side on the cold ground, their eyes closed, as if they are statues, only their lips keep squirming, silently chanting. The six monks were all wrinkled, dark and thin, and their bodies were so dry that they could count their ribs clearly, and they looked like African refugees. Behind them, there was a large bed, and a petite figure shrunk under the quilt, as if asleep, with only a lock of long black hair peeking out from the edge of the quilt.

The room is filled with a laid-back tranquility.

Suddenly, one of the old monks opened his eyes suddenly, glanced at the vent of the ventilation pipe in the corner of the wall, raised his hand and clenched his fist in front of his chest, and struck at the mouth of the pipe.

Silently, the vent of the ventilation duct and the surrounding walls fell like flour, revealing a large hole in the black hole, and in the hole was a young man with a stunned face, holding a PDA in his hand, which was the Yongda Heavenly Master who had just crawled over to save people according to the map. When he arrived at the mouth of the ventilation duct, he was about to use his six-eared magic power to probe the situation in the room, but before he had time to exert it, he felt that the mana around him fluctuated like a raging wave, and the pipes on the walls were shattered inch by inch, turning into powder, and the position where he was lying was like the eye of a tornado, calm and indistinguishable, and in a moment's astonishment, all the obstructions had disappeared, and six black and thin old monks were sitting neatly in front of him.

Actually, it was discovered.

With a punch, the old monk who beat out the Yongda Heavenly Master slowly retracted his fist and returned to his chest, looking directly at Yong Bowen, but did not speak. The other five old monks didn't even open their eyes.

Yong Bowen climbed out generously, dusted off the gray method on his body, laughed dryly, and then looked at the PDA in his palm and asked, "This is room 1313." ”

The only old monk who opened his eyes opened his mouth and said something. It's not Japanese, but in the past few days, Yongda Tianshi has listened to it a lot, and even if he can't understand it, he has a deep enough impression of the tone of voice; It's not English, this Yongda Heavenly Master understands, I think he passed the sixth level back then; It's not French, Yongda Tianshi is very interested in French art films, especially avant-garde auteur films, like what kind of intimacy, * me and the like, I have seen a lot, and I also know a little about the language that is said to have been the most elegant representative of Europe; Of course, if you can't understand it, it won't be Chinese.

At this moment, Yong Bowen finally deeply realized the good intentions of the Ministry of Education of the People's Republic of China to promote foreign language teaching.

What era is this? In the era of the global village, you have to meet three or two international friends when you go out, if you don't know two or three foreign languages, you can't even talk to people. No, Master Yongda couldn't even speak to ask for directions now, so he could only stare at the old monk, and then he made a slight mistake in his eyes, and his eyes fell on the big bed behind the old monk, and he couldn't help but be happy.

The one lying on the bed, judging from the figure, was obviously an underage little girl. In this chaotic situation, in this building that has just gone through a bloody battle, except for Iwasato Mayo, who was captured by Ono Sando, there must be no other family members of the Shingon sect who come here to stay, and these six old monks who look very good at first glance will be guarded.

"It seems to be on the wrong track, farewell, farewell!"

Yong Bowen waved his hand at the old monk who opened his eyes, turned around and walked out.

The old monk said something loudly, and as soon as the door opened, four monks poured in. This time, it was a genuine Shingon monk who came in, and the black and white monk's robe and the hat hanging on his back were the most eye-catching symbols.

The four monks rushed into the door, greeted Yong Bowen, was taken aback, and drank at the same time: "Yong Bowen! ”

Fame, this is real fame! There are thousands of monks up and down the Shingon Sect, and there may be those who don't know Sakurai Natsumori, but there is probably no one who doesn't know Yong Bowen.

"No, you recognized the wrong person!"

Yong Bowen shouted, knocking down the nearest Shingon Sect monk with a punch, and when he turned around, a large number of paper talismans had already spilled out like snowflakes. The remaining three Shingon Sect monks thought that they had heard that the Yongda Heavenly Master was powerful, and when they saw the rune paper flying in front of them, they didn't say a word, they pulled up the defeated companion and turned around and ran, and when they went out, they didn't forget to bring the door with them, but they were quite polite and well-mannered. Yong Bowen didn't have time to pay attention to them, and after drinking, the rune paper flying all over the sky shot towards the six old monks like meteors.

The six old monks still didn't move, and when the rune paper flew to a place less than a meter in front of them, it disappeared without a trace as if it had fallen into the summer sun and snowflakes, and none of them worked.

Yong Bowen was taken aback, since he realized that his own talisman fight was sharper than catching ghosts, he had never encountered this kind of ineffective situation, and he couldn't figure out what the details of these six old monks were, and with a move in his mind, the nine ghost flame gods and demons appeared from his side, and the yin light flashed in the nine skulls, and the nine yin thunder shot out in unison.

The open-eyed monk raised his eyebrows, his face showed anger, and he snorted, and the other five monks still did not open their eyes, but pinched their handprints in front of their chests with the open-eyed monks, and a faint light flowed out from between their fingers, as if six streams converged in one place, turning into a round mirror-like disc in front of him. The nine-style yin thunder was in the middle of the disc, but it was like a light mirror, refracted out, some ran to the wall, some ran to the window, some went to the roof of the shed, and three went straight back, shooting straight at Yong Bowen. Yong Bowen took a step back, opened the door and rushed out, closed the door by the way, and looked back, and was making eye contact with the four Shingon Sect monks who had escaped earlier. The four monks shouted, rushed up together, Yong Bowen used the strange transformation and body change, turned around between the four Shingon monks, easily knocked them down, and then turned around, but saw that the original entire wall behind him was gone, not only that, but not only the four walls of the room disappeared, but even the roof disappeared a large piece, and the wind howled in, but it disappeared immediately in front of the six monks. It was as if the place where the six old monks were sitting had become another world, and there was no interference to enter, even the futon on the bed behind them did not fluctuate in the slightest. The person on the bed was still lying still.

Yong Bowen was about to use other means when he suddenly heard the voice of the flowers in his head.

"Don't use those thirteen evil spells, just use the Demon Breaking Sword! These six guys are in the womb hidden immovable heart array, unmoved, unwavering, no matter what means in front of their heart array, will be invisible, but also the nemesis of the thirteen evil spells, if you have the means of Yonghan life talisman, you can break it with the talisman of Taiping Dao, but your ability is not good, you can only take tricks. Listen to me, make the immovable king break the magic sword, shout the name of the move before the sword, then use the frightening charm, and then try to throw the fire charm, and finally make the sword of the trouble, and then take out your ability to fly on land, rush straight over and grab someone and leave, don't hesitate or stop, otherwise you will be trapped by them in the heart array, you just wait for Ono Santang to come and clean you up. ”

"Don't you say you won't help me?"

Yong Bowen replied in his busy schedule, leaned over and picked up the bamboo cane of a Shingon Sect monk, temporarily filled the sword, and made a gesture of breaking the eight swords of the demon.

"I'm talking about not helping you save those European mages, and now you can't watch you stupid people wait here to die. Hurry up, Ono Sando will definitely come down when he hears the movement! Hanama's tone was quite helpless.

Yong Bowen roared, "King Fudo Ming Breaking Demon Sword", and a sword was slashed out.

The five old monks who had been closing their eyes opened their eyes at the same time, and six pairs of twelve old eyes that were so clear that they were almost transparent stared at the bamboo cane that Yong Bowen had fallen, and an invisible wave in the air rippled up, and the fierce and incomparable sword wind swept through the middle of the six monks, and the old monks who had not moved at all stretched out their right hands at the same time and reached forward, just against this sword that could almost open the sky and split the earth. In the midst of the explosion, the headwind was blowing, and the air was filled with the sharp and sharp sound of the air rushing by, and a series of dull sonic booms erupted. Yong Bowen recited the incantation, first threw six frightening talismans, and then sprinkled a lot of fire talismans on his body, the fire flashed in the air, and the ball-like flames flew in all directions, and they ignited when they landed, and the fire borrowed the power of the wind, and the wind helped the fire, and in the blink of an eye, the whole room was burned. In the midst of the raging flames, Yong Bowen stepped forward and used the sword that could not be broken. This move is incapable of winning and is unbreakable. According to legend, this Ming King is actually the incarnation of Sakyamuni, with incomparably free divine power, able to subdue the troubles and obstacles of all beings, with four arms and four sides, each side has three eyes, surrounded by green snakes, like flames. One move was used, it was a chain of sixteen swords, and for a while, the sword shadow was full of eyes, and the flames in the room were stirred, and with the sword qi roaring vertically and horizontally, it was like dozens of flamethrowers spraying flames from all angles at the same time. The six old monks who had been sitting and refused to move their nests did not make a move, and spread out to both sides in unison, making way to the big bed, but they refused to give up their defenses like this, although their bodies got out of the way, they stretched out their thin arms to embrace them, but as soon as their arms were raised, they heard a whoosh, Yong Bowen rushed to the bed like lightning, rolled the person on the bed, carried it to his shoulder, and rushed straight forward. I could only hear a series of bombardments, like a long dragon going away, winding endlessly.