Jin Yan is now impersonating the identity of Jiro Kobayakawa, and his actions and words must conform to this character, although it has been proved that there are indeed mutant tilapia in this Kishida Reservoir, but it is better not to reveal his identity without revealing his identity.

Anyway, Kobayakawa is now lying in his own Jueli needle box space, and he has no relatives, friends, and wives in Jinghua City, so if there is no special change, this identity can be maintained for a long time.

"Ha-yi! Ha Yi! He quickly bowed deeply, "It was me who was wrong!" Never do it again next time! ”

Then he quickly explained: "That's right. We, the frog people of the Storm Sakura Country, have always regarded the shrine as a sacred place to worship national heroes. Although the subordinate status is humble,But it has always had a heart of advocating heroes.,Every time you meet a shrine,,It's to go in and pay respects.。 I've seen this shrine before, but I've never dared to go to worship it. Today, I finally mustered up the courage. Please allow me to visit the shrine! ”

"Oily!" Oyama Aooka is still very satisfied with the attitude of this driver. He obviously drank and didn't think too much, so he waved his hand: "Since you are so hearted, then you should go and pay homage." ”

Then he staggered away, and the air was filled with a strong smell of wine.

Jin Yan waited for him to go away, and he followed the stone staircase, past the torii gate, to the shrine. The entrance to the shrine is guarded by two members of the "Kikukure" organization. They heard the conversation between Jin Yan and Xiaoshan Qinggang, and they did not stop him.

At the end of the trail, there is a cherry blossom-style courtyard, and the main body of the courtyard is an ancient temple-like building. Under the eaves of the building, a row of white lanterns hangs. This is the worship hall. From a distance, the temple is dedicated to the god of the frog nation.

A white-haired old man wearing a pointed hat, wearing a tyrannical costume, saw that Jin Yan was not in the hand water house next to him, and walked directly to the front of the hall.

The white-haired old man Miao Zhu's eyes were dark, and he fainted instantly.

Jin Yan carried him into the temple and threw him under the desk in front of the statue.

After looking around the hall, in addition to the statue of the great god of the heavenly cover in the center, there is a tablet enshrined on both sides, and each tablet is written with gold lacquer characters on the position and name of the deceased. Basically, they are famous people who died in the battle for the Storm Sakura Kingdom and the "Kikukure" organization in history. Nearly half of them were war criminals such as famous generals and high-ranking officials in the nine wars of the invasion of Donghua in history.

It stands to reason that this reservoir is only operated by Kishida Fisheries, and even if there is a shrine in it, it should not be of such a scale. This scale is comparable to some second-class city shrines in the Storm Sakura Country.

If this matter is known to the people of Donghua Kingdom, it will inevitably cause an uproar.

After a while, Jin Yan's gaze stayed on the two tablets.

Senbon Sakura.

Chomune Ibu Shiya.

These are two "Kikuin" powerhouses who died at his hands.

Uncle's. What kind of company is this Kishida Fisheries company harboring evil intentions? Jin Yan touched his chin and thought.

Now in the temple, only Miaozhu and him who fainted to death. He didn't intend to stay longer, anyway, after the temple woke up, the matter would be revealed. Or that the disappearance of this temple will also arouse suspicion.

So he hurriedly put the belongings in the temple into the space of the Jueli needle box, and then took the thunder and fire war knife and slashed at the statue of the god of the heavenly cover, cutting it mottled and blurred. Hundreds of tablets were cut into pieces with knives.

After doing all this, I still don't feel that it is enough to enjoy and relieve my anger. Just when a burst of urine hit, he jumped onto the half-collapsed god case that had been chopped down, and sprinkled a long bubble of stinky urine on the statue.

Then with a movement of his left hand, an arc of thunder appeared in his palm. With a wave of his hand, the lightning arc came out of his hand and struck a lantern, and the high temperature caused a fire in an instant. The fire spread rapidly, from the lanterns, to the curtains, to all kinds of wooden tables, chairs, tablets, and finally to the statue itself......

In the firelight, he flew away, hiding his merit and fame.

......

"The president is not good, the shrine is on fire!"