This is indeed a glimmer of life, I believe in Jingguan Xiaowu's calculations. In other words, I have realized from her cold eyes that now we have all been "forced to go to Liangshan", and we can only take this abnormal way of "having to do this".

"I'll go. "I don't have a word of nonsense.

At this time, it is more meaningful to do than to say, and it is more manly to stand up than to shrink forward.

"It's better for you to go. Jingguan Xiaowu smiled.

"Where does Bi come from?" I asked.

"Zhuge Wuhou lupine scarf crossed the river, and the tongue fought the group of Confucians. She replied with a nod.

"Tongue Battle Group Confucianism" is one of Zhuge Wuhou's famous battles, as a Confucian student, he defeated hundreds of Confucian students under the command of Jiangdong Wu Hou with one mouth, and he was speechless when he said that he was speechless, and finally said that Wu Hou was moved, and Liu resisted Cao.

I don't have the sharp teeth and eloquence of Zhuge Wuhou, only a brave and fearless heart that is loyal to the country.

"Thank you for your praise, I dare not compare with the ancient sages. I only hope that I can turn into a giant umbrella to cover the Iron Shrine and survive the catastrophe in front of me. I said.

"Please, this game of dead chess is waiting for you to live!" she smiled and arched her hand.

When I left the hospital, I really felt the seriousness of the situation.

The Japanese soldiers have double-besieged the Tiegong Ancestral Hall, three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, all with both hands and flat spears, facing the ancestral hall, fierce and vicious.

If you look from a high place and don't look carefully, you can easily spot a battle fortification consisting of three machine guns on the commanding heights in the left front. Once the Tiegong Temple starts a war, the three machine guns will rain down round after round of bullets with the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, shooting the Chinese who escaped from the ancestral hall into a honeycomb.

Jeeps and motorcycles were parked in the shade of the trees below the fortifications, and the drivers and shooters were on board, ready to fight.

Within the field of vision, four cyan wolfdogs could be seen, all of which were hidden in the grove on the left under the guidance of the dog trainer.

"One hundred sword axemen, Zhang Quanzhong, nine people, plus me and Jingguan Xiaowu, how can they fight against such an elite Japanese fighting force?" I couldn't help but feel hopeless, but I had to walk forward and follow the cobblestone path to the main entrance of the ancestral hall.

The Japanese invaders were really unscrupulous, and had already erected three sets of machine-gun fortifications fifteen steps outside the main entrance of the ancestral hall, and there were ten small grenade launchers lined up next to them, aiming directly at the Iron Gong Temple.

When I went inside, the Japanese soldiers did not stop me, and set up a posture of "only entering but not leaving".

With a "squeak", I pushed open the gray wooden door of the Iron Ancestral Hall.

The ancestral hall was indeed crowded with people, at least about a hundred, and the nine tables were densely enclosed.

The nine tables are the number of "nine palaces", which are arranged according to the principle of good and bad.

The table where Zhang Quanzhong is located is close to the ancestral hall offering platform, that is, the "nine" position of "wearing nine shoes and one" in the Nine Palaces. To my relief, he and the dozen or so people around him did not have a scuffle, but confronted each other across the table, and the momentum did not fall behind.

The opposite of his situation was Grandma Land, who stood at the table in the center, pressed her hands to the edge of the table, and vomited blood one bite after another, and the blood had stained the table of the Eight Immortals red.

With a thud, the door closed behind me.

Although the voice was loud, none of the people in the ancestral hall looked back at me, but only focused on the table in front of everyone.

With a pop, Grandma Land spat out a mouthful of blood, shook her body, threw herself forward, and lay halfway on the table.

At the table stood five men, all dressed in Japanese officers' uniforms, armed with a command knife on the left side and a short gun on the right.

"Win!" one of them shouted in Japanese.

He stood directly across from Grandma Land, and only screamed, and suddenly retreated, with a bright dagger stuck in the middle of his chest.

Grandma Land had only two hands, but in an instant, she attacked three enemies at the same time, and each enemy was stabbed in the chest, killing them instantly.

"Eight Grid Tooth Road-" The remaining two officers drew their swords at the same time and put them on the back of the neck of Grandma Land.

Grandma Land struggled powerlessly, and even her eyes were closed.

I didn't go straight to the central "soil" table, but flew through the crowd and arrived at Zhang Quanzhong's side.

"It's great that you're here!" Zhang Quanzhong's face was full of joy.

"Where is the enemy?" I asked urgently.

Zhang Quanzhong didn't have time to reach out to point, but looked up and gestured with his gaze.

The wooden beams on the top of the Iron Ancestral Hall are all exposed, and the nails and spats at the wooden joints are clearly visible. Now, at the intersection of the two main beams, a brass compass is nailed upside down, facing downward, enveloping the whole field. That should be a kind of "counter-control" technique set up by Zhang Quanzhong, which is equivalent to a simple "encryption" of the ordinary compass. For the average thaumaturgist to read it, he must invert the number he sees by one hundred and eighty degrees, which is likely to cause logical confusion.

The Japanese thaumaturgists came too much and too quickly, and Zhang Quanzhong's plan was disrupted, and this trick naturally failed.

The compass is not important, Zhang Quanzhong wants me to see the person standing on one foot above the main beam.

My heart sank suddenly, because that person had already "died", and he died in the "dragon head and eight gates are all dead" array, and was killed head-on by the lightning falling from the sky. I have seen the above process with my own eyes.

Immediately, I thought of the words "Enemy of the Tenth World" written by Jingguan Xiaowu on the tea table.

This person did not die, and he was the great enemy of the Chinese thaumaturgists. His "death" is just an illusion, that is, the technique of "golden cicada shelling", so it is likely that the death of Tu Lao Er will also be counted on his head. He deceived everyone with fake death, and then hid in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to assassinate Tu Lao Er, and then quietly escaped.

"It's broken. "I cried out in my heart.

"You are not needed here, your enemies are on there. Zhang Quanzhong said.

I nodded slightly, put my right hand on Zhang Quanzhong's shoulder, and jumped onto the table.

"Please be quiet. I clenched my fists, made a circular motion in all directions, and spoke aloud.

There was not much movement in the Iron Ancestral Hall, and the battle of the thaumaturgists was carried out in silence. If it weren't for the sudden assassination of the three enemies by Grandma Land, the ancestral hall would still be quiet.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at me together, sending chills down my back and a creepy and weird feeling.

Thaumaturgists' hearts are cold, so their eyes are also cold, without a trace of warmth and emotion. Especially those thaumaturgists from Japan, with unspeakable evil hidden in the depths of their eyes, their eyes on my face, like twisted poisonous snakes, looking for an opportunity to attack.

"Unless they are killed, today's matter will be over. "It's my truest and most immediate feeling.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my brother's surname is Xia, and my name is Tianshi, I came here today to mediate and reconcile with you, so that what happened today at the Tiegong Temple will have a happy ending. Now, the two of you who have the knife, please put it away. The knife is a murder weapon, and it seems that it is not suitable for today's thaumaturgist extravaganza. I pointed to the two Japanese officers.

They hesitated, took a step back, and sheathed their knives.

Grandma Land was unable to get up, still lying on the table, motionless.

I know that all the Japanese thaumaturgists underground are just pawns, and the one who really controls the game is the one standing on the main beam. Similarly, I am also at the helm, and the only people I can mobilize at my disposal are Zhang Quanzhong and nine people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Sino-Japanese thaumaturgy family is divided into two branches, dating back to the history of the Tang Dynasty in the Central Plains, and the Chinese and Japanese thaumaturgists have very harmonious exchanges in Chang'an, Luoyang, and Dengzhou. Today, people only know the poetry of the literati of the two countries, but they pay little attention to the exchange between thaumaturgists. As far as I know, when Master Jianzhen crossed to the east, it was precisely to let the Central Plains thaumaturgy take root on the island of Japan, help the local government suppress the sea beasts, and make ordinary people live a peaceful and happy life. Master Jianzhen crossed east until the sixth time before he crossed the sea safely and achieved his long-cherished wish. If you are familiar with history, of course you have read the thaumaturgical classics brought by the master of Jianzhen. The prosperity of Japanese ninjutsu, feng shui, yin and yang, the art of war, and spells is definitely due to the master of Jianzhen, isn't it?" I said.

In the Tang Dynasty, there were two major Buddhist events, "Xuanzang taking scriptures" and "Jianzhen Dongdu", which were sensational and famous through the ages.

To this day, historians' views on these two events are very clear, holding that the former is "taking" and the latter is "giving"; the former's contribution to the Central Plains civilization cannot be ignored, and the latter's damage to the Central Plains civilization is very obvious.

Here, I completely stand in a fair and just neutral position to explain the meaning of "Jianzhen Dongdu". Just imagine, if it weren't for the eastward crossing, how difficult it would have been for the people of Fusang at that time to learn the advanced culture of the Tang Dynasty? They had to cross the sea by boat to Dengzhou, and then travel a long way to Luoyang or even Chang'an, so that they could get the emperor's permission to read those secret classics of culture and thaumaturgy. In ancient times, the traffic was not smooth, even if there were Fusang people who arrived in Chang'an with great difficulties and dangers, and remembered the content of the classics, they did not necessarily have the life to cross the sea and return to the island. Moreover, at that time, Japan was just an isolated island on the sea, and its products were extremely barren, and the people were miserable. Those scholars who have witnessed the prosperity of Chang'an may not be willing to give up their glory and wealth, and then go to live a poor and precarious island life. Therefore, the "Jianzhen Eastward Crossing" incident was a catalyst for Japan's development, which accelerated its civilization by a hundredfold overnight, and only then did it give rise to a new Japan that was dominating in modern times.

Returning to the level of thaumaturgy and thaumaturgists, Master Jianzhen brought many precious classics to Japan in terms of metaphysics, supernatural science, legalism, and Momen techniques, so that Japanese thaumaturgy and Central Plains thaumaturgy developed simultaneously, which was equivalent to raising tigers for trouble, and cultivating a confidant enemy for Central Plains thaumaturgists.

"Jianzhen Dongdu is to admire the sacred light of my sunrise country, without the monks of the Tang Dynasty, my Yamato nation will definitely be able to create a unique culture. A Japanese man standing at my feet retorted loudly.

I glanced down at him, shook my head and smiled, "You probably haven't learned the essence of thaumaturgy yet, right? You know, the reason why you are able to stand in this position to restrain the key point of 'wearing nine shoes and one' in the Nine Palaces Diagram is precisely the result of Jianzhen's eastward crossing." The Central Plains Mathematics has made great contributions to the development of mathematics all over the world, and even the leaders of the great powers in the Americas and Europe bow their heads and admit -- are they not as wise as you? Their understanding of the universe, the earth, the world, and mankind is not as good as yours? I can tell you with certainty that if the ancient Chinese had not invented the 'Nine Palaces' and taught them to Japanese scholars free of charge, then even if you had the blessing of the ten Amaterasu, you would not have been able to get a glimpse of the mystery of the 'Nine Palaces'. ”

In Asia, China's history and culture are second to none, and the emperor's grace and Ze were born by the common people, and the small countries of the eight directions have benefited a lot. This point is recorded in the official histories of neighboring countries, and it cannot be tampered with, let alone slandered.