The Jinchuan Shrine is quiet, with the torii gates connected in the distance.
The torii has two pillars, made of wood and painted with red paint. It is built and maintained with sponsorship from believers or companies. It is said that the torii of Inari Shrine stretches for several miles. It is relatively simple, with only a dozen.
Walking in, there was no one along the way. The big tree was there quietly. The dusk sunlight spread through the leaves. Mitsuki Fukamatsu passed quietly, hid behind the tree, and looked at the main hall.
A group of people gathered in front of the main hall and a ceremony was held. Mitsuki Fukamatsu secretly took a few precious photos.
"Kawatake Takahiro, Nagai Onji?" Mitsuki Fukamatsu listened to the introduction, searched for a while, and his expression suddenly changed: "He is indeed a big shot!"
Then, I watched Pei Ziyun enter the main hall with my own eyes. When Pei Ziyun entered, the main hall was closed, and people were surrounded outside, and Mitsuki Fukamatsu couldn't get close.
"We must get as much information about Yamada Shinichi as possible." This is the only chance to get the inside story about Yamada Shinichi exclusively!
As long as I can break shocking news during this operation, I can gain more fame and more benefits. By then, all gambling debts and ministers will be left alone!
Thinking of this, Mitsuki Fukamatsu looked excited and felt hot all over his body. He was even more itchy when he saw the closed door of the main hall. He stretched his head behind the tree and looked around to see if there was any other shortcut to enter the main hall.
"Damn it, someone is guarding you." After waiting for an hour, everyone else had dispersed, and dusk had deepened, but I found a few people standing motionless. I immediately realized that this route was not feasible, and had to give up the idea.
At this moment, Mitsuki Fukamatsu suddenly noticed that someone was passing by on one side, so with the idea of trying to see what this person was doing, Mitsuki Fukamatsu quietly followed him again.
Not far from the main hall, Kazuo Qinyu arrived at a room with his son Qinyu Onshu.
Qin Sheng, a man with dark skin and a thin figure, is not tall, only 1.65 meters tall, but has sharp eyes and is very energetic. He is wearing dark clothes and a pointed hat. He opened the closet and heard a clicking sound. , a passage was cracked.
As they walked away, Qin Sheng Kazuo whispered instructions to his son Qin Sheng Wenshu, his voice was hoarse and slightly sharp: "Listen, Wenshu!"
"What I'm going to say next is very important. You must listen carefully and don't miss a word!"
"From this quiet room, you can reach the inside of the main hall, and even directly reach the outskirts of the shrine!"
"Now, the imperial army has arrived, enough to kill Yamada Shinichi!"
"When the imperial army kills Yamada Shinichi, you will be recognized by the Zenkawa Shrine, and you can legitimately inherit the Zenkawa Shrine and be loyal to the emperor!"
"Also, you must remember that when you encounter the Imperial Army, use Meiji as your codeword." Kazuo Serio patted Serio Onki's shoulder hard and emphasized.
"But, I checked the name of the generation, and it was not named Meiji. What's going on?" Qin Shengwenshu asked in surprise.
Onshu Serio has looked up the era names of all Japanese dynasties, and his memory is very clear. It is naturally very strange to hear an era name that he has never heard of.
"You don't have to worry about this!!"
"As long as you know that even the God of Tianjin recognizes this title!" Qin Sheng Kazuo said in a commanding tone. Qin Sheng Wenshu is Qin Sheng Kazuo's only son. He has narrow eyes, a tall nose, and a light beard. The overall look is a bit... With his small appearance, he is recognized as the most charming samurai in the Tsukawa Shrine.
He also wanted to participate in the fight for the successor of the Jinchuan Shrine, but Kazuo Seri stopped him, and then Ishiro Watarito was controlled by an evil spirit and died.
"Hi" With this example, Qin Sheng Wenshu lowered his head and listened respectfully. At this time, a mist filled the air, and everything around him became gray, making it impossible to see clearly.
Behind him, Mitsuki Fukamatsu frowned: "What's going on?"
"Why is there fog in the secret passage?"
Mitsuki Fukamatsu turned his head and looked around. He hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the stairs. After a while, he disappeared into the mist.
…
The fog gradually dissipated. Pei Ziyun held the wooden knife tightly and glanced around.
But when the fog dissipated, a forest was discovered. Pei Ziyun realized something was wrong. He looked around and realized that he was now under a mountain range.
Looking up, you can see the snowy peaks towering into the sky. Looking down, you can see weeds, scattered human bones and tattered carcass balls.
"Ashigaru who died in battle?"
Tōmaru is the armor of lower-level warriors. It is made of bamboo and leather. A few of them have iron plates, which can be seen at a glance.
Not far away there was a broken and rusty knife.
Facing this scene, Pei Ziyun frowned and glanced in the distance again. He could see fireworks not far away. There must be people there, most likely a village.
Pei Ziyun shook the wooden knife and walked away. It went smoothly at first, and he could see farmland and other artificial objects. But the closer he got, the quieter it became. When he reached the village, he didn't find anyone.
"It's too quiet." Pei Ziyun walked into the village and found that the streets were empty. The occasional stone slabs were covered with a thick layer of dust, which showed that there was no one there.
Pei Ziyun did not hesitate, pushed towards the nearest room, and entered the house to check.
The house was empty, with only a dilapidated wooden bed and an iron sickle riddled with holes hanging on the wall.
"The style is a bit old!" Pei Ziyun continued to look at the house. After careful inspection, he was somewhat surprised to find that this seemed to be Japan in the Cold War Age.
Because in a corner of this house, I found a Japanese sword that had not been completely corroded. There are actually subtle differences between this Japanese sword and modern times.
"Although the Japanese swords may have been collected, the houses, furniture, and beds can all be seen as being from the style of at least a hundred years ago."
Pei Ziyun looked through it again and found nothing valuable, so he came out of the house.
"Hey, that's not right." After walking a few steps, Pei Ziyun glanced at a place and touched the wall not far away.
"It's a bullet mark." Pei Ziyun took a few more steps, reached out and took out a worn-out, rough-tipped bullet. This simple bullet was owned by the original rifle.
Pei Ziyun walked a few steps further, turned a corner, and saw several knives, a rifle, and a flag full of holes, but there was no body.
Seeing this scene, Pei Ziyun frowned: "Although it looks very old, it feels very fresh."
Pei Ziyun's body jumped suddenly, and he walked towards the distant hills with flying steps. He encountered huge rocks along the way, and just jumped over them, quickly approaching one place.
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"It's a corridor. Is this secret passage so long?" Mitsuki Fukasatsu was confused. The surroundings were dark and he could only hear his own breathing. Looking around, I felt incredible and felt that I was in a bad situation.
But after walking for a while, there was finally a ray of light in the distance, and it quickly expanded, and then it was seen that it was a corridor. Mitsuki Fukamatsu breathed a secret sigh of relief and rushed forward in large strides.
As soon as I rushed up, my eyes lit up. At the end of the steps, there was a rockery, and then I saw a verandah. It was in the style of the main hall in the distance, but it looked very big, far three times larger than normal.
"No one!" Mitsuki Fukasatsu didn't dare to walk around because he didn't know where he was now. It would be terrible if he was discovered by others here by mistake.
Mitsuki Fukamatsu walked quietly for a few steps, and suddenly shrank nervously. There was a sound not far away. This was the first sound he heard here. Without hesitation, he immediately turned his head to peek.
Just looking at it, I saw a young man arriving in the open space a little further away. The sound came from the fact that he ran over and landed - this is Pei Ziyun!
"Found it, Yamada Shinichi is here."
"But where exactly is this place? Is it the back mountain? Does Jinchuan Shrine have such a large back mountain space?" Before Mitsuki Fukamatsu could figure it out, he heard a "Boom!" and suddenly, a dense crowd of people poured out of an open space. Soldiers surrounded him.
"What is this?" At first Mitsuki Fukamatsu thought he was a policeman, but then he realized something was wrong. The army soldiers in front of him were wearing green tops and dark blue uniforms, while the officers were dark blue stand-up collars with single rows of copper buttons, and the cuffs of the military uniforms had golden mountains. type silk thread.
"I've never seen this kind of military uniform before."
"Besides, the weapon... seems to be very old."
Pei Ziyun turned around and faced the army. At first glance, he knew that it was a rebel army. But when he looked carefully at the clothes and weapons of this army, he felt something was wrong: "No, the opponent is the Meiji Army!"
"This world's overthrow army is not that formal!"
But in this world, there is no Meiji era name at all.
At the end of the shogunate in a certain time and space, the so-called wealthy merchant class appeared in Japan. The innovative forces among the lower-level samurai and the lofty ideals of wealthy merchants joined forces with the powerful southwestern feudal lords and royal ministers who had conflicts with the shogunate. They proposed the slogan of respecting the king and repelling the foreigners, but ultimately failed.
The movement to respect the king and repel the barbarians failed. Many knowledgeable people realized that in order to change the status quo of Japan and achieve a prosperous country and a strong army, the rule of the shogunate must be overthrown. Therefore, the movement to respect the king and repel the barbarians evolved into a movement to overthrow the curtain. The struggle gradually became more intense, repeated several times, and even relied on Only luck can lead to successful reunification!
But in this world, nothing like this has ever happened in Japan. The Meiji Restoration does not exist at all, and neither does the regular army!
A variety of clothes and weapons are what an army should look like!
"Aim, prepare!!" Pei Ziyun just thought, and only listened to an order. The front row knelt down to aim, the back row stood to aim, and the last row prepared, with hundreds of dark guns pointed at Pei Ziyun.
At this time, a man who looked like a colonel stood up. He was not tall, but his expression was calm and resolute. He shouted: "Yamada Shinichi, you are an excellent samurai!"
"But what if you are a samurai? In this case, there is only one way to die."
"However, since you are still young, I will give you a chance to immediately pledge allegiance to the Emperor, join our army, and correct the wrong history!"
(End of chapter)