Asaoka Hotel
The hotel owner sighed and ordered Ding Zhi (Ding Zhi) to clean up. Compared with the past few days, people died one after another, and there were obviously fewer guests staying in the hotel.
It’s no use polishing the tables and chairs until they are reflective.
"Gods and Buddhas bless you, but don't let anything happen again. Three people died..." The boss sighed as he hunched over. At this time, there was no one around and there was not much sound, but Ding Zhi secretly said: "Boss, Have you heard? An exorcist warrior appeared in Beijing recently."
"I have killed seven monsters in a row."
"I heard that even the monster known as the Lord of Arakawa was killed. Boss, tell me, who is this exorcist samurai? Is it Yamada-kun..."
"He's been running around these days."
"Don't talk nonsense. These things are not for you and me to gossip about..." The boss was still about to speak. At this moment, someone knocked on the door.
Before Ding Zhi could go over and open the door, a samurai kicked open the door rudely and shouted at Ding Zhi, who looked horrified: "Where's Yamada?"
"S-Sir!" This was an unkind look. Thinking of the samurai killed by Yamada Shinichi, the innkeeper hurriedly trotted forward: "Are you looking for Mr. Yamada?"
"What Lord Yamada? That's a traitor! Tell me, where did Yamada go? Did you hide him?" The samurai was a little thin, frowned, and his expression was particularly ferocious.
"My lord, this is unfair!"
Although in this era, the samurai had not yet achieved a dominant position, and the so-called power of sword-testing (killing people in the name of sword-testing) had not yet been obtained, the innkeeper was still trembling with fear, and regardless of the coldness on the ground, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed. few times.
He defended with a trembling voice: "I'm just a shopkeeper. How dare I harbor a traitor? Yamada only stayed two days ago. The matter of killing the samurai has nothing to do with villains. Moreover, our shop has also suffered greatly, and we don't dare to open today." Doing business…”
"Innkeeper!"
"yes!"
"Stop talking nonsense, to be honest, I am a member of the Office of Prosecution of Violations, and I was ordered to arrest the traitor who killed the prince. Let me ask you, did Yamada come back last night?" the samurai asked.
"I came back, but I went out again at dawn today!"
"Oh, you said it had nothing to do with you? Yamada killed someone in your store, and you not only didn't report it to the police, but you also took him in and continued to live there. Based on this incident, it's not unfair to say that you are an accomplice, right?" The samurai sneered.
The hotel owner said with a sad face: "Please be aware that Yamada can easily kill even a samurai. How can a villain dare to object if he insists on staying in the hotel?"
"No matter what, I ask for your understanding, please."
The boss put his hands on the ground and kowtowed.
What I didn’t say was that my hotel was located in the city. After three days and three nights of fermentation about Yamada Shinichi’s killing of the samurai, the samurai in the city knew everything they should know, but they didn’t dare to go to Yamada Shinichi. What trouble is there? How could I, a mere innkeeper, dare to interfere in the samurai's affairs
The samurai ignored the innkeeper's difficulties at all: "Anyone can say sophistry. Unless you can tell me where Yamada went, otherwise, I have no choice but to arrest you and hand you over to the adults! By then, the traitor's accomplices will , only to be executed, right?”
The hotel owner was kneeling, extremely anxious. Who knew where Yamada Shinichi had gone
Until not far away, Ding Zhi pointed to the place where the coffin was originally placed. The innkeeper's eyes lit up: "Ah, if I guess correctly, Yamada may have gone to Shiratori Temple!"
"temple?"
"Yes, Yamazaki Ichiro, who died in the shop, was sent to Shiratori Temple not far from the shop. The two samurai who were later killed by Yamada were also sent there in disguise to be saved by the mage..."
At this time in Japan, there was already a saying about Buddhist salvation.
"In this way, it is very possible that he is there." The warrior thought for a moment and felt that this possibility was indeed not small.
Yamada Shinichi has no other place to stay in the city, and the city gates have been sealed early, and no suspicious people go out. If he hadn't searched around the city and couldn't find Yamada Shinichi, he wouldn't have taken anyone to Asaoka. Here at the hotel.
No matter how stupid Yamada is, he will not commit a heinous crime and stay in the hotel waiting for the court to catch him. This time he can get this information from the hotel owner, and his trip is not in vain.
But before leaving, the samurai glanced at the relatively wealthy boss and said to the two followers: "You two stay and check whether there are any prisoners hiding in this store!"
The samurai emphasized the word "check carefully", and the meaning couldn't be clearer.
"Hey, I understand!" The master was planning to make the innkeeper bleed, leaving the two followers to look at each other and immediately responded.
white bird temple
The young man climbed up the semi-old stone steps step by step and stopped in front of the door of this ordinary temple with a small area and low reputation. He raised his head and glanced at the faint golden light shrouding the temple before entering.
"Please come in quickly." When a young monk who looked about ten years old saw an outsider arriving, he immediately ran over with a smile and saluted: "It's cold outside, please come in quickly to avoid the wind."
Pei Ziyun nodded: "I want to ask you something. Can the coffin sent from Qiangang Hotel be in your temple?"
"Ah! Are you talking about Yamazaki-kun's coffin? It's inside, and Master is reciting sutras for salvation! Do you want to go over and have a look?" asked the little monk Hutouhunao.
Pei Ziyun nodded: "That's exactly what I meant."
"Then please come with me and I will take you there!" the little monk said.
Japanese shrines generally do not participate in funerals. It is common to ask monks to take care of the funeral. Therefore, in areas where people live densely, there will be one or two small temples.
They may not be very famous, or even small in size, with only a few monks inside, but the existence of such temples can be regarded as a coordinate indicator of local wealth.
Shiratoriji Temple, where Asaoka Hotel brought the coffin, is an ordinary small temple with only a few monks, but judging from the architecture, it must be a few years old.
Pei Ziyun walked into the main hall and was very polite when he saw the monks who were chanting sutras for Yamazaki Ichiro.
"Yamazaki-kun, I have to thank you for your help. This is the money for the sesame oil. Please pay more attention to it." Pei Ziyun threw out a small bag of silver.
Anyway, I brought a lot of money with me to Ping'an Capital this time. Pei Ziyun was not a real native, so he didn't have to think about the return trip and could use it liberally.
Not to mention, in the past three days and three nights, seven monsters were killed. There was actually gold and silver in the pile of skeletons in the monster place. Although each was not much, it accumulated a lot.
"Ah, thank you for the offering. The Buddha will definitely see it." An ordinary small temple like Bainiao Temple basically relies on reciting sutras and performing rituals for others to make a living. Seeing Pei Ziyun's generosity, the smiles of the monks became more genuine. point.
After Pei Ziyun paid for the sesame oil, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood at the side of the hall and watched the monks continue to chant sutras for Yamazaki Ichiro to achieve salvation.
Amidst the bursts of Buddhist sutras, the monk struck the wooden fish and recited the mantra: "Namo Amitabha Ye Duotagadu Ye, Duodiye Ta Amitadu Povi"
The monks sang mantras in unison, and a power that seemed to soothe people gradually spread out in the hall. Pei Ziyun raised his head and took a look at the tall Buddha statue sitting in the hall, with a majestic appearance. Under the morning light, he seemed to be looking down at the people in the hall. scene.
As the Sanskrit chanted, a faint golden light shone down from the Buddha statue, and the gray and black air that originally lingered in the coffin disappeared. Even when the pale golden light reached his side, it moved slightly and then slipped around. He was a little agitated by the killing. My heart gradually calmed down.
It has to be said that chanting sutras is indeed effective in calming down anger.
Looking at this, Pei Ziyun fell into deep thought.
"At least judging from this divine light, the Buddha behind him is at the level of Apollo."
"But Greek gods are relatively exclusive, and in Buddhist temples, even for foreign gods like me (outside the pantheon), as long as there is no hostility, the Buddha's light will treat them calmly."
"To be fair, Buddhism and Taoism are the most peaceful of the gods."
I just thought that at this moment, a child's shrill scream came. When everyone looked, they saw a group of warriors rushing in from outside the door. They had arrived outside the palace, and the leading warrior was giving a heavy slap in the face. , knocking the young monk to the ground, with a very bad attitude, but finally for the sake of gods and Buddhas, he did not chop down the young monk who was blocking him.
"My lord, my disciple is young and ignorant. Please be patient and don't care about it..." When the abbot saw this scene, he was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward and said.
"Go away!" He looked up and saw Pei Ziyun coming out of the palace. The warrior pointed directly at Pei Ziyun and shouted: "Yamada Shinichi?"
"It's me." Pei Ziyun immediately understood with a strong sense of déjà vu. He took a few steps down the steps and responded calmly.
Facing the cold wind, the samurai clenched his sword. Although he was thin, he looked quite fierce. The angry look he showed at this moment made people tremble even more.
"Yamada Shinichi, I am Ashida Renya from the Non-Violation Bureau!" Ashida Renya's eyes were locked on Pei Ziyun: "The prince is seriously ill, and some people suspect that you cast a curse to cause trouble. If you want to prove yourself If you are innocent, just come with us!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Two tall, well-trained warriors immediately walked out from beside him and rushed toward Pei Ziyun.
"ridiculous!"
No matter what era it is, the government and patrols always have this style. Pei Ziyun sneered and flashed his sword, and the two warriors who rushed towards him took a few steps back.
"Ah!" The bone-piercing sword energy made them tremble. They looked down in horror, only to find that their bra was torn, and there was a faint red knife mark on the exposed skin.
Yamada is so powerful, it is rumored that he can beat Sakata Kintoki, but this is not a rumor
"You dare to resist?"
The Office of Prosecuting Non-Violations, as its name suggests, means "prosecuting non-violations (illegal, illegal)". At its peak, its power generally included the security, arrests, and trials of the Ping An Jing area. Although Pei Ziyun did not have much control this time, Killing people, but this move still made Ashida Renya have murderous intent in his eyes.
This is a challenge to the authority of the Prosecutor's Office.
"You want to come and get me without any evidence, so what if you resist?" Pei Ziyun sneered. With just one sentence, you want him to be captured without mercy
Let alone no evidence, so what if the evidence is irrefutable
"Without any evidence? How noble the prince is. You are just a country warrior. How can the prince make himself seriously ill just to slander you? Ridiculous!" Ashida Renya laughed, and then said coldly: "Since you don't want to If you follow us honestly and take your head to see His Highness the Prince, I think it will be fine!"
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Pei Ziyun sneered.
In recent days, he has been killing demons continuously. Although others don't know that his strength increases by one point every time he kills one, everyone can see that something is wrong - Yamada Shinichi must have intentions - and naturally he wants to stop it.
But this man is an out-and-out idiot. Even the Genji samurai supported by the Fujiwara family did not stand out, but he stood out. He originally refused to kill people with his sword because he did not want to fall into the trap and take advantage of others.
Now that I'm looking for death, I can't complain.
Pei Ziyun's eyes darkened and he slowly raised the wooden sword.
"Wait a minute!" A group of warriors hurried in, led by Sakata Kintoki, whom Pei Ziyun had met.
At this time, Sakada Kintoki had a sullen face, and immediately shouted to stop as soon as he arrived: "The Onmyoji is divining the prince's affairs, and the results have not been obtained yet. You must not be rude to Yamada-kun!"
Then Sakata Kintoki bowed his head to Pei Ziyun again and said sincerely: "Yamada-kun, the prince's sudden serious illness involves the safety of the royal family. This is not a trivial matter."
"The people in the Prince's Palace suspect that this matter is related to you. Of course, regarding the casting of witchcraft, I believe that a warrior like you would not do such a thing. But others don't know your character, so it is natural for them to be suspicious."
"Yamada-kun, how about you go back with me and meet the Onmyoji?"
"If you have any questions, you can defend yourself in person."
These words were very sincere. Pei Ziyun did not speak immediately. His eyes passed over Sakata Kintoki inadvertently and looked at the Prince's Mansion in the distance. He felt the strong smell of blood and just smiled slightly.
"Heavy murderous intent, it seems the end is coming."
"The Genji samurai were entrusted to the Fujiwara family, which controlled the government. Last year, on July 11th of the first year of Nagaho (999), a meeting of the imperial ministers was held in order to discuss the construction of the inner palace."
"As a result, the list of ministers is the left minister Fujiwara Michinaga, the right minister Fujiwara Akimitsu, the inner minister Fujiwara Kimikichi, the grand minister Fujiwara Michizuna, Fujiwara Etada, the middle minister Fujiwara Sane, Fujiwara Shige, the counselor Fujiwara Ehei, Fujiwara Nori, Fujiwara Chusuke and Minamoto Toshiken, 11 people.”
"It can be said that all the ministers of the imperial court are occupied by the Fujiwara family - this is the greatest strength of the imperial court, but the emperor should not be underestimated."
"The Agency for Prosecution of Foreign Affairs was established during the Hirohito period of Emperor Saga. The power over Danzhengtai and the Ministry of Punishment was decentralized to the provinces. It was directly under the emperor and the Tibetan people were responsible for it. On the grounds that the prince was seriously ill, the agency was persuaded to come. It’s understandable that he’s captured by me.”
"If I restrain my hands, I will naturally die, and if I resist and attack and kill those who violate the imperial embassy, I will naturally hate the emperor."
"This will ensure that the two major imperial forces will join forces to strangle. However, the so-called sky net is sparse and not leaking, so it is impossible for me to leave any loopholes."
"When I called to stop just now, it wasn't that the enemy was being lenient, but that they were fighting here. If they weren't surrounded, they might be able to escape for me."
“Got to get into pocket formation.”
Pei Ziyun is a master in the art of war. He has commanded thousands of armies and has a deep understanding of the system. He just glanced at it and knew it well, knowing that it was a trap waiting to be delivered to him.
But Pei Ziyun was holding back a rage in his heart. He wanted to vent it, but he had no intention of avoiding it. He looked away and smiled softly at Sakata Kintoki: "Okay, sure!"
Although the only doubt is why the Fujiwara family is related to the mastermind behind it, at this point, it doesn't matter anymore - if you want to kill, just kill.
Pei Ziyun's reaction was somewhat beyond Sakata Kintoki's expectations. He couldn't help but feel uneasy. He forced himself to endure it and stretched out his hand: "Yamada-kun, please."
Ignoring the warrior who glared at him, Pei Ziyun pressed his knife, laughed loudly, and walked out.
(End of chapter)