Butterfly House.

Aoi Kanzaki stood at the gate of the butterfly house, she looked worriedly in the direction outside the door, and did not return to her senses for a long time.

In his hand, the unsheathed Nichiren knife was clenched hard.

Hesitated for a long time.

Trample.

Her eyes trembled, but she stepped out of the butterfly house with a strong step.

……

……

Night.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the breeze swept through the treetops, swaying slightly.

Two figures, one in front and one behind, are struggling to move forward in the mountains.

Click.

The gravel fell off the hill as the two men walked, rolling down the slope.

"Mr. Buddha Zhu... Is it really okay? ”

With gravel under her feet, the woman walking behind the believer looked back with some concern and looked at the dark forest behind her.

The clothes on her body were a little shabby, and her hands were unconsciously hugged together, rubbing.

The clothes were sewn with obvious marks, and the elbows, which were exposed due to damage, also looked dirty.

She is a wandering girl who took the opportunity to flee during the Yoshiwara Flower Street riot some time ago.

I thought I had finally escaped from hell.

But because of his identity and growing up in Yoshiwara, he didn't know how to work at all.

Eventually, he was reduced to begging on the streets.

She looked at the back of the believer in front of her with a faint uneasiness in her eyes, and her tone was hesitant:

"That, what kind of Wanle Sect of yours is really in this kind of... Deep in the mountains? ”

His hands were pressed together in fear, as if he was ready to run away at any time.

After all...

The woman looked at the richly dressed believer in front of her, holding a Buddhist bead.

As long as you follow him to become religious, you can live in the state you want without doing anything hard.

- The more you think about it, the more suspicious it becomes!

Plus now it's getting more and more remote directions!

No matter how stupid a person is, he can detect that something is wrong!

Hearing the woman's words, the believer's pace of progress came to a slight halt.

In his hand, the rosary was stirred twice.

"Haha." The believer's expression suddenly moved, and then he turned back with a smile and comforted softly:

"Calmly and calmly cross the red dust, and those who contemplate themselves are liberated—this is the doctrine of my teaching, so don't worry."

The squinted eyes slowly opened, and the moonlight was faintly reflected in the dark forest:

"The Eternal Bliss Cult is ahead."

As he spoke, the believer stretched out a hand and pointed to the treetops of the forest:

"Look."

The woman looked in the direction of his finger.

The line of sight passes through the treetops, and the mountains rise in the distance.

In the cascading forests, there are some buildings that look like inconspicuous temples.

It was brightly lit, and it didn't fit in with the darkness around it.

If you listen closely, you can indeed hear the sound of singing and cheering.

Seeing the woman's stunned look, the believer withdrew his eyes, smiled and turned around, and snorted softly.

- Ignorant mortals.

Then strolling forward, the sound faded away:

"When you meet the Patriarch, you will understand everything."

The woman's gaze twoiled back and forth between the temple in the distance and the backs of the devotees who were gradually moving away in front of them.

Her pupils trembled, and she subconsciously wanted to turn her head.

But he suddenly caught a glimpse of his own shabby clothes, and dirty hair in the afterglow.

The pinna, echoing the words of the believer to the begging self on the street during the day:

[Don't do anything hard or don't want to do]

[Live with a stable and happy mindset]

[This is my church—the Cult of Elysium]

stared down at the straw sandals he stepped on.

She slowly raised her head, and took a step forward as if she had lost her soul.

Tread, tread...

Just as the woman gradually picks up her pace and keeps up with the progress of the believers.

Ahead.

The fork in the woods path.

After a day's journey, Tanjuro and his men finally arrived near the temple at night.

"Mr. Cultist—"

Butterfly Shinobu smiled, and she asked softly forward, "Haven't you arrived yet?" ”

Now.

"What a rush." The bald cultist with a blue nose and swollen face twitched the tip of his nose uncomfortably, muttering reluctantly:

"Soon, just ahead."

"Huh?!" Behind him, Immortal Chuan, who had several bows tied on his head, heard this, and immediately stared at him with tears in his eyes, very unkind:

"What's that tone of voice?!"

Syllable! The hand pinched the bald shoulder.

Then.

Trample.

Slight footsteps rang out from the road on the other side.

Immortal Chuan glared at his bald head, then slowly stepped back and stood back in the crowd.

Soon.

Devotees holding Buddhist beads walk out of the other side of the road.

The two believers looked at each other at the fork in the road in a Y-shape.

After a moment of hesitation.

"-Three-of-a-kind? Is it a sting!? ”

The Buddhist bead believer subconsciously shouted out the other party's name loudly, he seemed a little excited, and the Buddhist beads in his hand forgot to move:

"You're finally back!"

In the dim moonlight, he walked with joy on his face, and for a moment he couldn't see the appearance of the skinhead clearly.

Subconsciously look behind each other.

Looking at the black figure behind him, he couldn't help but sigh:

"It's you! Every time, I can bring back many new believers of extremely high quality! ”

When the bald cultist heard this, he glanced at the people behind him, and saw that none of them reacted, so he could only smile with the corners of his mouth: "... Hmmm, haha. ”

The Buddha bead believer smiled and patted his bald shoulder: "Isn't it modest this time?" The Patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time..."

Then.

After getting closer, the bald face became a little clearer.

The traces of the blue nose and swollen face on the face can also be vaguely seen.

Seeing that the other party looked like he had been beaten a lot.

The Buddha bead believer was a little surprised for a while, his tone was choked, his brows furrowed, he took a step back, and stretched out his hand to point at his bald head:

"You... Here's how... It's such a mess..."

After taking a closer look, he looked at the bald head and squeezing his eyebrows.

He tilted his head in confusion.

Suddenly!

Swish!

Among the crowd of figures behind the bald head, a figure in a blue kimono suddenly appeared.

"Hey, hey, haha!"

Inosuke leaps into the air, his blue kimono tightly restraining his movements, but he still lets himself go.

Smack.

He landed behind the Buddha bead believer, tilted his head back hard, and his beautiful face with makeup was full of excited expressions: "Lao Tzu is on the stage!" ”

The rough voice shouted at the Buddha bead devotees:

"Eat my head!"

"-What?!" The Buddha bead believer wanted to turn his head in surprise, his wide eyes full of panic.

Then.

Bang!

Inosuke slammed his mallet the side of the neck of the Buddhist bead believer who was caught off guard!

"Puff ho!"

The Buddha bead believer's eyes suddenly rolled, his body staggered, and his head tilted back sharply.

The whole person pounced, and instantly fell to the ground in a coma.

He stretched out his hand with all his might, trying to point at the bald head, but finally he could only fall weakly.

Sleep like a baby.

The skinhead witnessed the whole process in amazement, and he slowly looked at his colleague who was lying on the ground.

Goo.

Swallowed a mouthful of saliva in fear.

I thought I would be able to be a little arrogant when I went to my own territory soon...

He sighed to himself—it didn't seem to work.

"Hahaha!" Inosuke stood in place, slowly straightened up, the corners of his mouth hooked up a beautiful arc, and he clenched his fists:

"How! You know how powerful Uncle Ben is! ”

His eyes were full of pride.

- This is the head mallet he practiced against the tree day and night, preparing to compete with Tanjiro!

On the forehead, a lump gradually emerged.

Behind.

Swish!

"Who called you-" Uchimoto Tengen appeared behind Inosuke with a dark face:

"-Acting at will!?"

Syllable!

A slap on the top of his head.

"Hmm!" Inosuke gritted his teeth, covered the top of his head that was pumped painfully, and squatted down in a breath.

In his eyes, there is a hidden fighting spirit for Yu Marrow Tianyuan.

Not far away.

“…… Huh? ”

The shabby-dressed wandering girl walked hesitantly, she blinked her eyes, and stared at the Buddha bead believer who had fallen to the ground in a trance:

"What's going on...?"

His eyes lifted in confusion and looked at Inosuke and the others.

After seeing the tall Yu Marrow Tianyuan, and the faint figures of the people behind him.

"Wow!" She turned pale with fright, and she couldn't care about the believers lying on the ground.

Hurriedly turned around, staggered in the opposite direction with tears in the corners of his eyes.

- Sure enough! It's not a good choice to follow this guy!

Stomp, stomp!

Tanjuro stood behind several people, his eyes shifting, looking at the wandering girl who was running away not far away.

- Ordinary people... Have you also been bluffed?

Looking at the other party's panicked appearance, Tanjuro lowered his head slightly.

poked the bulging bag in his arms and called softly: "Ganghachiro, Ganghachiro." ”

"Karma?" Gohachiro poked his head out of Tanjuro's arms, and he shook his crow head in confusion.

Tanjuro stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the wandering girl, and he lowered his voice:

"Follow her, and don't let her run into ghosts."

"Karma!" Ganghachiro nodded, and it burrowed into its body, flapped its wings, and flew high into the sky.

……

Long.

The crowd moved on.

The gate of the Elysian temple.

"-Three-three?!"

The believer guarding the gate was holding a cannon, and he looked at the skinhead in front of him in surprise: "You..."

He hesitated and looked behind Sanjo.

Inosuke and the Shitou brothers, who were full of dead faces, stood at the front.

Looking further back, it was the butterfly shinobu who was smiling coldly, and the bandaged little bane.

“… Well done. After a moment of silence, the gatekeeper nodded admiringly at Sanjo:

"It's you."

"Huh." Sanjo tugged at his neck and barely laughed twice, his voice hoarse: "Then, let's pass." ”

And the blue and swollen faces of the three noses have long been covered by thick makeup.

"Of course." The believer nodded, and as a matter of course, he moved out of the way.

Watching Sanjo leave with a few people, the believer hugged the cannon in his arms and re-guarded the stone steps.

Side.

In the midst of dense woods.

Tanjuro opened the transparent world, his own breath converged, and he freely climbed over the wall from the woods into the temple.

"Hmm! Not!! ”

Carrying the struggling Immortal River, Yu Marrow Tianyuan hid in a tree on the side, quietly observing the surrounding environment.

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze swept over the brightly lit and prosperous temple, and whispered:

“… This group of people is quite comfortable. ”

In the temple.

The light shines through the windows, and figures raising glasses and laughing and singing abound.

……

……

Meanwhile.

Temple of Bliss.

Main hall.

Hazy ribbons of yarn hung from the ceiling.

In the dimly lit room, the moonlight filtered through the windows, through the dust, forming soft beams of light.

The walls are inscribed with gold-encrusted lotus patterns, which gleone in the bloodstains.

"Ah, Your Excellency is dead?"

Tong Mo was sitting on a fluffy futon in the middle of the room, leaning on a huge futon with a surprised expression.

Syllable!

He opened the folding fan to cover his face, and the stunned expression on his face was already extremely exquisite:

“… No wonder, I couldn't feel his breath, and I thought it was ......"

Tong Mo hesitated for a moment, then immediately shook his head with a smile:

"Well, since you said so, it must be my misperception."

Front.

A creature that looks like an eyeball and has roots at the bottom is supporting its body with its short tentacles.

It stared at Tong Mo.

The creature swayed its tentacles slightly, as if to say something.

Suddenly.

"Huh." Tong Mo straightened up, he let out a long sigh of surprise, and then seemed to be speaking to something:

"In this way, the ghost of the winding, only I am left..."

He held out his finger and pointed, staring at his erected index finger in a daze.

The ghosts in my mind seem to be dead.

After a long time, Tong Mo put away the fan with an expression and sighed wistfully:

"It's so lonely—"

Then.

The eyeballs in front of him flicked their tentacles.

"Leave that alone."

The cold voice sounded in Tong Mo's ears, and his tone at the moment was very impatient, as if he was in a hurry:

"Is there any news from the cyan flower?"

After learning the lesson of the last time the consciousness was stored in the body of the fallen hime, he couldn't get rid of it for a while.

He decided to store his visions one by one in Naruto's blood ghost technique.

It does not directly control the body of the upper wind.

After all, while controlling the body, the transmission of pain is real.

Hearing this, Tong Mo's smile narrowed slightly, and he didn't dare to have a hippie smile and no bad news:

"Unfortunately, you've seen all the objects of a similar nature that you've found so far."

Wu Miao fell silent.

Then.

Knock knock.

Spacious room outside, next to ornately decorated sliding doors.

The dull sound of a knock on the door sounded slowly.

Tong Mo cautiously glanced at the shape of his eyes, and saw that the other party had no intention of being angry, so he frowned, and wanted to open his mouth to reprimand the believers outside the door for their faux pas.

"It's rude, Godfather."

The believer outside the door hurriedly spoke first, and his voice trembled and shouted:

"Sanjo-sama is back, he said, he said-"

The believer gasped violently, and his voice was hoarse:

"—he found the cyan flower!"

Hear the words.

Smack.

The tentacles of his eyes fluttered violently, and his pupils instantly looked in the direction of the door.

……

……

Outside the door.

In a dark hallway.

Little Barnet stopped at the end of the hallway, guarding the entrance.

The believer who had just reported the news had fallen unconscious, and Butterfly Shinobu was slowly letting go of the drugged hand that was covering his mouth.

Tanjuro stood on the side of the door.

Hidden in the compartment of the ceiling, he listened carefully to the sounds in the room.

“… This is the fastest way to meet the Patriarch. ”

The skinhead had become much more arrogant, he said with a smile.

Minoru Immortal was pressed against the wall, he put his arm around the skinhead with one hand, and pulled out the blade with the other, the handle slightly against his neck.

His bloodshot eyes stared straight at the place behind the door.

(End of chapter)