"What is this place?"
After Suzaku entered the door with the word "生", Zhao Lingjun also slowly walked into the door with the word "Wang".
Different from the desert Suzaku saw, what appeared in front of him was a stone mountain without any vegetation. On top of the stone mountain stood thirteen temples with different shapes, and huge stone steps snaked up the mountain. These twelve temples are connected.
"Why does it look so familiar?"
Standing on the mountain road, Zhao Lingjun knew that he had never been to such a place, but he didn't know how. When he first saw these thirteen temples, he felt very familiar.
"Zodiac, Golden Saint?"
Zhao Lingjun just walked to the first temple. As soon as he saw the Aries symbol carved on the forehead of the upper temple of the first temple, Zhao Lingjun was dumbfounded.
Zhao Lingjun finally understood why these thirteen temples looked so familiar.
Because these thirteen temples are the same as the scene Zhao Lingjun saw in the cartoon Saint Seiya when he was a child, but in the cartoon Seiya, in order to beg Saori, he fought with several other bronze saints in one temple after another. Go down.
Zhao Lingjun was still in the fourth grade at that time. He was very obsessed with this cartoon. He watched it every day. After watching it, he went downstairs to practice Pegasus Meteor Fist until he met Wang Dazhuang.
Wang Dazhuang was the child next door to Zhao Lingjun at that time. He was in fifth grade and was one year older than Zhao Lingjun. However, he was much older than Zhao Lingjun. He usually liked to bully others. That day Wang Dazhuang snatched one of Zhao Lingjun's pencils. Zhao Lingjun was there. I must have tolerated it before, but Zhao Lingjun was different at that time.
Zhao Lingjun has been practicing Tianma Meteor Fist for more than half a month, so Zhao Lingjun must not comply. So he fought with Wang Dazhuang, but later Zhao Lingjun was beaten to death by Wang Dazhuang, and there was no small universe explosion.
So from that day on, Zhao Lingjun felt that the cartoon was all a lie and was not so enthusiastic about the cartoon.
But Zhao Lingjun didn't expect to see the zodiac palaces here that were exactly the same as those in the cartoon. Zhao Lingjun thought it was incredible.
"Is there really a Mr. Mu here?" Standing at the door of the Aries Temple, Zhao Lingjun couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"How do you know my name?" As soon as Zhao Lingjun finished speaking, a man walked out of the door of the Aries Temple, which made Zhao Lingjun jump.
"Are you Mr. Mu?" Zhao Lingjun couldn't help laughing when he saw the people coming out of the temple, "Are you kidding me again?"
The image of the person in front of him is really very different from the image in the cartoons Zhao Lingjun saw when he was a child.
Mr. Mu in the cartoon is over 1.8 meters tall, with a jade tree in the wind and a pear blossom in the sea. If he goes to make a movie, he will definitely be popular with thousands of beautiful girls.
But the man standing in front of Zhao Lingjun, who claimed to be Mr. Mu, had short hands and feet and a big butt. From a distance, he looked like a short winter melon. He also had dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the robe he was wearing was also stained with oil. The cuffs and neckline were all stained with oil, as if they hadn't been washed for many days. I could smell the smell of boss from a distance, but it didn't look like the thin skin and tender flesh of Mr. Mu in the cartoon.
"Of course I am Mr. Mu, what? Don't you want to?"
"Do you know there is a cartoon called Saint Seiya?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Mr. Mu dumbfounded.
"Of course I know. That cartoon is based on our zodiac. If you want it, I can give you a set of signed copies for your collection." Mr. Mu, who looked like a short winter melon, said to Zhao Lingjun.
"Mr. Mu there is clearly over 180 meters tall, but Nina, I don't think he is even 16 meters tall."
"I used to be 1.8 meters tall." Mr. Mu, who was as short as a winter melon, told Zhao Lingjun seriously, "It's just that there was a car accident the year before last and I broke my leg. After it was reattached, it was only partially injured."
"The Golden Saint was in a car accident?" Zhao Lingjun almost fainted.
"Of course, otherwise what do you think we would do when we go out?" Mr. Mu sighed, "There is really nothing we can do. The steel plate of the RB car is too thin. I only broke two legs, but the Sagittarius Aiolus was miserable. Yes, he was directly hit to death."
"Didn't that Sagittarius get killed by one of your own people due to internal strife?" Zhao Lingjun felt that what this guy said was simply a fantasy.
"That's artistic processing." After hearing Zhao Lingjun's words, Short Winter Melon, who claimed to be Mr. Mu, smiled, "Just like I'm obviously very dark, but the cartoons painted me very white, these are all artistic processing. "
"..." Zhao Lingjun was almost speechless, "Then the plots in the cartoon are all fake?"
"Of course it's fake." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and said, "RB now only has twelve golden saints, so where are the bronze warriors, silver warriors and so on."
"Then Seiya is also a manufactured character?" Zhao Lingjun thought of the Pegasus Meteor Fist that he had practiced for half a month.
"Humanity has its own people." Mr. Mu laughed. "The director who made that cartoon at the time had his youngest son named Seiya, but he was a boy wearing crotchless pants at the time, not a bronze warrior."
"I K...forget it, you take action." Zhao Lingjun felt that this guy was talking a few words, and he was going to faint. The situation was urgent now, and there was no time to talk nonsense with this guy who was talking about nothing, so Zhao Lingjun directly took out Qing Qing Hua Jian said to Mr. Mu.
"Take action?" Mr. Mu was stunned, then shook his head, "No, no, no, I won't fight with you."
"You won't fight with me? What do you mean?" Zhao Lingjun was a little confused.
"Chinese people don't fight Chinese people." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and said seriously.
"Chinese?" Zhao Lingjun almost fell down, "Are you Chinese?"
"Of course, you have seen cartoons, don't you know?" Mr. Mu smiled, "I was born in Tibet, China, and I am a Tibetan."
"Tibetan, I K." Zhao Lingjun discovered that the oily clothes Mr. Mu was wearing really looked like a Tibetan robe.
"Of course, I am a genuine Chinese." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and nodded, "And Tong Hu is also Chinese. If you go to his place, he will definitely not fight you."
"Aren't you the formation leaders?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Mr. Mu with suspicion.
"The leader of the formation is the leader of the formation, but the Three Life Stones that sealed the wronged souls are not with us, so you don't have to fight with us." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and smiled, "Tong Hu and I are just working, we don't have to fight with our own people. Work hard."
"Working?" Zhao Lingjun was even more confused.
"Of course, our Golden Zodiac is, to put it nicely, some kind of Saint Seiya, but in fact, we are the security guards of the Tokyo Shrine."
"..." Zhao Lingjun was completely speechless at this time.
"Since you don't stop me, I'll go up." After a long time, Zhao Lingjun came back to his senses.
"Then you have to be careful. Except for me and Tong Hu, no one else will be merciful." Looking at Zhao Lingjun who turned around and walked past him, Tong Hu reminded loudly, "The Three Life Stone is in Gemini. Shaka is in the hands of Shaka, but Shaka is no longer in the Temple of the Twins, but in the Temple of the Last Pope."
"Thank you." Zhao Lingjun ran towards the Golden Bull Hall without looking back, but what he was thinking in his heart was, "If you, a short winter melon, dare to lie to me, I will cut you into slices of winter melon."
"That guy Mu really put you up directly."
As soon as Zhao Lingjun ran into the Golden Bull Hall, he heard a thunderous roar. A tall, brown-black, middle-aged man who looked very tough suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Lingjun.
"Didn't the short winter melon lie to me?" Zhao Lingjun was stunned and couldn't help but ask. "Are you the Golden Saint of Taurus, Arudiba?"
"It seems that guy Mu has told you everything about us. Yes, I am Arudiba."
"Are you really just working for the Tokyo Shrine?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Aru Diba.
"Yeah." Aludiba nodded.
"How about we discuss something with you?"
"How much do you get paid per year?"
"Five million dollars." Aludiba looked at Zhao Lingjun strangely, wondering why Zhao Lingjun asked this question.
"Then if you let me go, how about I give you one million US dollars?" Zhao Lingjun smiled at Aludiba, "It seems that you should be Brazilian, not Japanese, so there is no need to fight for them. "Are you trying to bribe me?" Aludiba roared, "I love my job. Do you think you can bribe me with one million US dollars?"
"No, did you meet someone with such professionalism?" Zhao Lingjun pulled out the Qinghua Sword in frustration, preparing to strike first.
"No, one million U.S. dollars is too little, at least 1.5 million U.S. dollars is needed." But Aludiba's next words almost made Zhao Lingjun faint.