"Sister, what kind of music is this?"
Sitting silently, Tan Wendong also heard ethereal, ghostly songs in his ears, opened his eyes suddenly, and at the same time knocked on the beautifully painted wooden wall next door, and asked Huo Linger who lived next door.
This time Wang Chao lived in a typical Japanese-style aristocratic house, with a pure wooden structure and simple, but elegant style.
At night, Wang Chao took a walk outside, while Huo Linger, Tan Wendong, Wang Hongji, and Luo Xiaomeng all sat quietly in the room, calming down and recalling the thrilling things that happened during the day.
The scene in the "Kodokan" jujitsu dojo during the day, against the Bushido spirit of the entire Japanese nation, that atmosphere, that pressure, made these four people feel the deepest part of their souls. Although they didn't do anything, the benefits of going through ten life-and-death battles are ten times greater.
So now the four of them are completely digesting this spiritual feeling to baptize their hearts and souls. Once they have truly realized something and grasped the essence, their achievements will advance by leaps and bounds.
"This is the famous song 'Requiem Song' in Japanese Shinto. It is generally used to save the dead, and it is also used by many religions to cleanse people's minds. I just heard the song. Master made such a big commotion today. It is impossible for many religious organizations in Japan not to ignore them. They must have sent people here. Let’s ignore this matter and let the master handle it.”
Huo Linger is too proficient in everything about Japan. She heard the Song of Soul Requiem earlier than Tan Wendong, but she didn't move.
"A religious organization in Japan? No wonder the old man from the Fuqing gang said that we have moved the martial arts world, and the religious world will definitely not stop. But everything has one interest, and the religious world is nothing more than assassination? Assassination? Negotiation? It's impossible. Stop us?"
Tan Wendong asked suspiciously.
Huo Ling'er said quietly: "Of course there are benefits. If they successfully stop the master, how many people will believe in their religion? Moreover, the religious circles and the martial arts circles have always been inseparable. , but it is equivalent to breaking the bones and tendons. Religion needs martial arts to protect the law, martial arts needs religion to expand its influence, and more importantly, it needs their financial support. Many well-known martial artists in Japan are believers of various religions. In religion In terms of the combination of the world and the martial arts world, Japan is ten times more chaotic than the domestic situation."
"That's true." Tan Wendong nodded, thinking about Shaolin Temple and the "Qigong craze" when he was young. Many people spread religion under the guise of Qigong. But these have all been banned. But Japan's policy is different. Instead of banning some religious organizations, they have drawn in political parties and made a mess.
"Ignore these things and keep your spirits up. Master plans to go to the Karate Songtao Hall tomorrow. We might have a fierce fight." Huo Ling'er closed her eyes.
In addition, Luo Xiaomeng in the room, Wang Hongji also heard the "Song of Soul Relief", just wanted to stand up and go out to see what happened, but heard Huo Linger's words, so he settled down.
Not to mention the composure of these four people, Wang Chao stood in the middle of the cherry blossom forest and didn't care when he heard the "Song of Requiem".
The cherry blossoms in this cherry blossom forest have faded a long time ago, and there are only bare tree trunks and some leaves that have not fallen yet, but this forest is very large, covering more than ten acres, and it is still close to the mountains, so the moonlight can only shine on part of it However, the depth of the cherry blossom forest leaves many dark places, which are deep and bleak, giving people a feeling of ghostly spirit.
However, the silence, darkness, and ghostly aura in these environments were not affected by Wang Chao at all.
Hearing the soft sound of "Song of Soul Relief", Wang Chao took a leisurely stroll in the courtyard and walked towards the depths of the cherry blossom forest.
Walking to the end of the woods, Wang Chao saw a young man, dressed all in black, wearing a string of dark rosary beads on his wrist, and at the same time holding a long flute, whistling like a ghost. Similarly, the "song of the soul" came from the sound of the young man's flute.
"Mr. Wang Chao, you are indeed here."
Seeing Wang Chao from a distance, the young man suddenly stopped the sound of his flute, and he actually spoke fluent Chinese, without any sluggishness, it was astonishingly fluent.
"There are three people in total. Any ambush in front of me is useless. Why don't you come out?" Wang Chao glanced around and found that there was no one except this young man, but he heard a few words in his ears. A very light breath, this kind of breath seems to be slowly exhaled by a turtle, and it is difficult for people with strong ears to hear it.
As soon as Wang Chao spoke, suddenly, a densely crossed, dark cherry tree crown moved a hundred meters away from him, as if startling an owl, and the black shadow fluttered down and fell to the ground. Like a thin monkey, he was also wrapped in black and had a mustache.
At the same time, a person with a stature of only 1.5 meters and as short as a child turned out from the back of another tree. Only such a small figure can hide his body behind a tree.
However, the person who came out from behind the tree made a clicking sound as soon as he appeared. After pulling out his bones and stretching his tendons, he became a person with a height of 1.7 meters.
Obviously, this person's body has also been trained to the point of shrinking bones and tendons.
"Mr. Wang Chao, you swept our martial arts world this time and challenged our martial arts spirit. What is it for? Is it for ethnic hatred? Or is it for something else?"
As soon as the man whose bones had shrunk and swelled stood up, his eyes shone brightly, looked at Wang Chao, and asked suddenly.
"How can you imagine my motive? But your boxing style is very similar to Igagen's. Who are you? His apprentice or brother?" Wang Chao looked at the three people in front of him, and then looked at the shrunken asked the man with the bloated bone.
This 1.7 meter tall man, Wang Chao's eyes are discerning, and he can see through his martial arts at a glance, which is very similar to Iga Yuan's. So he asked.
"My humble Iga hero, the great priest of Izumosha." The man spoke.
"Hero Iga? I remember that Gen Iga had such a younger brother who was also a famous martial artist. Are you here to challenge me? But this time I came to visit and exchange, it was a daytime contest. You are also a martial artist , Looking for me so sneakily at night? It doesn’t seem to be the behavior of your martial arts spirit.”
Wang Chao did remember a few famous Japanese martial artists, and Iga Gen’s younger brother, Iga Hero, once remembered hearing about them.
"I am a priest first, and a martial artist second." Hero Yiga looked at Wang Chao, his eyes suddenly became very cold: "Please allow me to introduce you, this is from Omoto The current leader is Mr. Export Yunlang."
Hero Iga stared at the young man in black who played the Requiem song.
Then, he pointed to the thin and small man with a bushy mustache and said, "This is the modern leader of Shinrikyo, Mr. Asahara Nara."
"Obenjiao? Shinrikyo?" Wang Chao suddenly burst out laughing when he heard the introduction: "Iga Hero, you are the chief priest of the Izumosha. It’s a notorious cult. Whether it’s as a martial artist or as a Shinto priest, if you get mixed up with the leader of the cult, you’ll lose your identity.”
Because the three people who appeared suddenly were all answering in Chinese. Wang Chao had no problems with the language, but he could understand them very well.
Hero Iga is the priest of the Izumosha, a formal and officially recognized religion in the Japanese Shinto organization. Taking domestic religions as an analogy, the status of the great priest of the Iga Hero Izumosha is equivalent to that of the elders of Shaolin Temple, Baima Temple, and Lingyin Temple.
As for the Dahon Sect, Shinrikyo has not been officially recognized at all. On the contrary, it has been attacked by the government. It is a notorious cult that sneaks like a mouse.
But now these three aspects are really mixed together. Metaphorically speaking, it is equivalent to a famous domestic monk dealing with the leader of a cult, doing things together, and combining the two incompatible parties.
"Mr. Wang Chao seems to look down on our religion?"
Hearing Wang Chao's words, the young head of Omoto Sect named Koichi Yunlang laughed: "Mr. Wang Chao, you regard us as a cult, but I seem to remember that in your history, many boxing masters and practitioners have It is the creation of a religion, and it was not officially recognized at the beginning of its establishment. It seems to be a cult. For example, the Quanzhen Taoism founded by Mr. Wang Chongyang, the Longmen Taoism founded by Mr. Wang Changyue, and the White Lotus Sect, Tianli Sect, and Bagua Sect. Among them are the famous masters."
"It seems that you are very familiar with our history."
Wang Chao frowned when he heard the young leader of Dabenjiao speak carefully.
People in the religious world are more difficult to deal with than those in the martial arts world. This is a fact. At the moment, Wang Chao did not intend to talk nonsense, but directly stated: "It is so late, and the three pretending to be ghosts came to my place. Why? ? Do you want to fight me? Or want to assassinate, or assassinate me?"
"Neither." Exit Yunlang smiled slightly: "I just want to cooperate with you, Mr. Wang Chao, and I hope you can stop this exchange visit."
"Stop this exchange visit?" Wang Chao looked at the young leader of Daben Sect, as if he was looking at an idiot.
"Mr. Wang Chao, don't rush to refuse, just listen to our conditions." The Shinrikyo leader Asamoto Nara spoke suddenly, and his words were very tempting: "As a condition for you to stop the exchange visit, We will hire you as the supreme guru of our church. At the same time, we will also publicize that you are the reincarnation of a god, to create momentum for you, and to deify you. Presumably, Mr. Wang Chao, you know that the influence of the martial arts world is small after all, far from It is not as huge as the influence of religion, we have many believers, as long as you promise, with your force, your influence, plus our deification, you can become the second Jesus Christ."
"Deify me? Become a second Jesus Christ?"
Wang Chao laughed twice: "A cult is a cult, it's fine to seduce the ignorant people, how can you fool me?"
"So, Mr. Wang Chao has rejected our proposal, and there is no room for discussion?" Export Yunlang, the young leader, also had a cold look in his eyes.
"of course not."
Wang Chao flicked his nails.
"Then you can't blame us? Mr. Wang Chao, although your boxing skills are superb, you are still a master in the martial arts world. You will never imagine our cultivation. One group, it can be classified into various acupoints at will. This kind of kung fu is just a superficial kung fu of the spiritual cultivation method in our sect. This kind of state, in your martial arts training, is called alchemy. I think your level of practice is just this realm, but in the world of martial arts, you are indeed considered a top master. But in our eyes, it is just the beginning of your practice. It seems that Gen Yiga , has also entered this realm, but he dare not challenge you, he is not sure, it is sad, sad."
Exit Yunlang gently spun the long flute in his hand. When the flute was spinning, the wind blew in from the hole and made a very sharp sound, which seemed to be made of iron.
"Oh? You can train your mind first, and then use your mind to practice carrying kung fu. It's no wonder you're so arrogant." Wang Chao's eyes twitched when he heard Yun Lang's sigh.
Wang Chao has long seen that the young leader of Dabenjiao, because of the practice of mind, can control his own blood with spirit, carry it out, and return it to one orifice and one acupoint at any time, ready to move. , resulting in strong physical strength. It is also a kind of vigorous effort.
It's just that this kind of kung fu is to cultivate the mind first, and train people's complicated thoughts to be very pure. It is equivalent to sitting in meditation in Buddhism, and it is also Confucianism and Taoism. "Rescue the soul and return to the gods".
In a word, this kind of cultivation is just a word, it is purely the cultivation of the heart, to train the mind so that there are no distracting thoughts, and use the spirit to control the blood, according to various methods, time, and position, the blood The epidermis, internal organs and other places of the whole body are carried back and forth. Over time, during the meditation, the physical strength becomes stronger and stronger.
But for such a person, their strong physical strength and spirit are all obtained in meditation, and their fighting style is quite different. Balma, Ziloa is such a person.
The current young leader of Dabenjiao is exactly such a person.
This kind of cultivation is found in almost all religions. But for ordinary people, they can't do anything famous through cultivation. But once one succeeds in cultivation, it is equivalent to possessing "supernatural powers".
Wang Chao also understood his thoughts in an instant. This person is very strong physically and also very confident. He may have basically never seen a real master of strength in martial arts.
For such a person, Wang Chao made a decision, that is to beat him to death.
"I didn't want to kill people tonight, but if you want to be Christ Jesus so much, I'll send you to see him and let you have a good communication with him."
While Wang Chao was speaking, he took a step forward awe-inspiringly.
Just before Wang Chao took this step, Exit Yunlang suddenly flashed to the left, and the flute in his hand trembled slightly, pointing obliquely upward.
"Um?"
Seeing this situation, Wang Chao took a step, but put his hands behind his back instead of making a move.
"You know it before I hit you? It seems that you really can't test you." Wang Chao looked at the young leader with his hands behind his back.
It turned out that the moment Wang Chao's heart moved just now, he took two steps and punched him on the shoulder in the shape of a dragon, but before this thought sprouted, Yun Lang seemed to know it in advance, and sealed it with the iron flute in his hand. The way out of Wang Chao's palm.
The situation is that I know where you want to hit me before you hit me, or even where you want to hit me.
This seems to be prior knowledge! In an instant, you already had a premonition before I wanted to hit you.
"In your Chinese Confucianism, you pay attention to a "sincere way, you can know in advance" and a soul that can predict the future. I have studied Mr. Wang Yangming's mind, and also his life. Mr. Wang Yangming once lived in the Ming Dynasty. After capturing the rebel king Zhu Chenhao, he wrote an article on a stone tablet and engraved the five characters Jiajing our state. Later, after the death of Emperor Zhengde, Emperor Jiajing came to the throne. The name of the country is Jiajing. This is the way of sincerity and a typical example of knowing the fate of the country An example. I have been cultivating the mind since I was a child. Although I have not reached such a state of knowing the fate of the country beforehand, I can see through the enemy's psychological motives that have not yet sprouted in a flash, so I know it before you make a move. If I didn't have such a realm, I wouldn't come here easily today."
Exit Yunlang held Tie Xiao, looked at Wang Chao, and explained his realm in very fluent Chinese.
After Wang Chao heard this, he remained silent, and no one could clearly see what he was thinking.
Although Export Yunlang's mind has not reached Tang Zichen's level of invisibility, but in the moment before the enemy, he has a premonition that the enemy has not yet developed a psychological motivation, and before the opponent has made a move, he knows where he is going to hit him. Subconsciously make previous defenses. Wang Chao has only seen this kind of state in chatting with a few people, himself and the leader of GOD, Ba Liming.
In addition, Wharton, Morgan, and Wu Yunlong have not reached such a mental state, and Yan Yuanyi also broke through this level under his final pressure.
"The leader of the cult, you really have some skills." Wang Chao listened to the narration of Export Yunlang with a calm expression, and shook his head: "But although you can see through thoughts that have not yet sprouted in an instant, your power is too weak. I You don’t need to see through it. I’m going to tell you clearly that my palm is going to blow your head off. Take precautions yourself. If you can prevent it, I won’t kill you today.”
While Wang Chao was speaking, he gently stretched out the hand behind his back, placed it in front of his chest, and squeezed it into the shape of a fetus.
A huge heartbeat came from Wang Chao's palm.
Originally thought that the cult leader could be killed casually, but Wang Chao did not expect that the other party's spiritual cultivation had reached the state of seeing through in advance.
It's nothing like this, even if you see through your own tricks. Wang Chao can also destroy violently, but the opponent has a weapon in his hand, and there is also a blade hidden in the long iron flute, which can be rotated at will, which is a bit tricky.
But now Wang Chao has decided to use his best efforts to completely destroy the young leader of the cult, even his weapons.
Such a person has strong physical strength and advanced realm, although his style of play is much worse. But the realm of seeing through made up for the difference. What's even more frightening is that this person is not from the martial arts world, but from a cult. That's even more terrifying.
Engaging in cults and engaging in martial arts schools are simply not at the same level.
Hearing that Wang Chao made it clear that he was going to blow his head off with a palm, he made fist marks at the same time, huge, like the sound of the hearts of ten blue whales beating at the same time, and the young cult leader trembled inexplicably.
That was the muscle in Wang Chao's palm trembling after he squeezed into the fetal fist and mother seal.
One by one.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! It's like a drum.
After Wang Chao's palm beat nine times, Export Yunlang's expression finally changed!
Wang Chao let out two long laughs, then suddenly took another step forward, took a big step away, stretched his hand forward, the whole hand became thick and big, like a cattail leaf fan, and swiped at Yunlang's head to grab the exit. .
Exit Yunlang was between Wang Chao's hands, and suddenly he swiped the long flute in his hand, as if cutting off the air flow in the air, and suddenly poked upwards, hitting the center of Wang Chao's palm.
Wang Chao saw that this is the way of changing the flow of air in Aikido. Omoto religion really has a deep foundation with Aikido, and even the style of play comes from Aikido.
Exporting Yunlang's flute was really just right, as if a big net had been laid out in advance, waiting for Wang Chao's hand to hit it.
Moreover, his physical strength is vigorous, with a little flute, countless wind sounds poured into the body of the flute, resounding through a piece of ghostly music.
At the same time, as soon as he exerted strength with his hand, a three-inch long, shining spike popped out from the tail of the flute.
A burst of fishy smell emanated from the spikes, obviously poisoned. As long as a little bit of skin is cut, the whole body will be paralyzed immediately. Elephants can't stand it.
Facing the click of the long flute, Wang Chao's hand didn't dodge or change, and grabbed it hard!
When the three-inch spike was about to pierce the skin of his hand by a hair, Wang Chao's fingernail touched it first, and with a violent flick, it cut right on the spike.
collapse!
Wang Chao's fingernails hit the spikes, breaking the poisoned spikes and flying out.
For a moment, Exit Yunlang seemed unable to believe his eyes.
He also expected that Wang Chao's nails would pop out just now, but he didn't expect that the strength of Wang Chao's nails was actually so tough.
He was like a fisherman who caught a fish in his net, only to realize that the fish suddenly turned into a monster.
After flicking off the spike, Wang Chao grabbed onto the Xiao Sheng with his hand, and shook it immediately, slap! Exit Yunlang's hand went numb, and Wang Chao snatched Xiao away.
After Wang Chao took the Chang Xiao, his moves remained the same, and he directly inserted the Chang Chang Xiao into the head of the young cult leader.
Puchi!
The long iron flute pierced Export Yunlang's parietal bone, penetrated the whole head, and poked it out from the mouth.
Plop!
Exit Yunlang fell down straight, and there was a sound from his abdomen: "I didn't expect you to be so powerful. If you say you will explode my head, you will explode my head. It is useless for me to be in such a state..."
However, Wang Chao did not answer the last voice of the cult leader.
This move used 80% of his strength and exploded the head of Exit Yunlang. Wang Chao felt the wind behind him, and took a big step forward leisurely, avoiding the two punches of Hero Iga and Asamoto Nara, and turned around at the same time. He turned around and looked at the two people who attacked him.
Undoubtedly, the most powerful person present is Export Yunlang, the leader of Omoto Sect. Now after being blown off his head abruptly by Wang Chao. The hero of Iga, Asamoto Nara became the turtle in the urn.
boom!
Wang Chao moved his footsteps casually, and his body appeared beside Asamoto Nara. At the same time, he pushed and pressed his finger in a snake shape, piercing his throat with his finger, and blood shot out like an arrow.
"It's also the leader of a cult, but you, the leader of Shinrikyo, are much worse than Daben Sect."
After Wang Chao pierced Asamoto Nara's throat, his hands were not stained with a little blood. He put his hands behind his back again, his clothes fluttering, talking, laughing, and killing people under the night wind, bright moon, and cherry blossom trees. Chic.
"Brother Yihe, both of them are dead, so I have no choice but to send you on your way. But I have one thing to ask you. You are a martial artist, and you are different from these two cultists. You should be deeply aware of my horror. , and even dragged them to stop me, could it be that they came to die on purpose?"
Wang Chao looked at the only remaining Iga Hero and said with his hands behind his back.
"Exit Yunlang's spiritual cultivation is unfathomable. Even my brother is very afraid of him. I brought them here today because I want him to break up with you. I don't want to kill you. I just want to hurt you. Enough is enough, what a pity, what a pity, your strength is still beyond my imagination."
Hero Yiga faced Wang Chao without any fear.
"Oh? Hurt me? There's a little bit of hope. But it's still slim." Wang Chao said, "But you died in vain. I can't bear to send you on your way."
"I didn't die in vain." Hero Yihe said, "My brother and I have had a deep relationship since we were young. He is the strongest fighter in our martial arts world, but now that you are here, he doesn't come out to fight you. I hope I die , can dispel the fear in his heart, and stand in front of you fearlessly."
"So that's the case." Wang Chao nodded, "But he has a plan in his heart, and his ability to endure is a testament to his strengths. If you provoke him, you are also asking him to die. You shouldn't do this."
"Martial artists shouldn't be patient. Politicians are the ones who are patient. He is our number one martial artist. If he still dies in your hands, he will definitely return to the embrace of God. And his blood can stir us up. Thousands of martial arts youths."
Hero Iga smiled, and seemed to see a beautiful scene: "In our entire nation, how many teenagers are passionate about martial arts? One million? Two million? Ten million? He will grow up, even if you can kill him Killing all the martial artists, but it can't kill so many teenagers. Martial arts only have germinated seeds, and it develops very quickly. It's just that this seed lacks the blood to water it. Let's let our blood come to water it , so that they take root and sprout and grow into towering trees."
"Use your blood to water the seeds of martial arts? The spirit of a nation is really not so easy to break." Wang Chao shook his head.
"Brother Iga, like Kanoji Gota, you are honorable even though you die, come on, do it, show your full spirit and strength before you die, let me have a look, your martial arts, you Bushido!"
Wang Chao looked at Hero Iga, took two steps slightly backwards, opened the distance, and put his hands behind his back. His words carried a lot of encouragement and appreciation.
"My martial arts, my bushido."
Hero Yihe cheered up when he heard Wang Chao's words, bowed to Wang Chao, and suddenly pulled away a false horse posture.
Wang Chao also raised his hands and cupped them.
"Brother Iga, please."
Hero Yihe stepped on his feet, clenched his fist with his left hand, and suddenly came out, hitting Wang Chao on the forehead.
Wang Chao flipped his left hand, stuck to Hero Iga's drill fist, swung it outward, and then returned a punch, hitting the opponent's chest firmly.
puff!
The two exchanged a fist like lightning, and after Hero Iga was punched, blood gushed out from his mouth. Lost eyes.
Although Wang Chao punched casually, his internal organs were smashed, and all the blood vessels in his body were broken.
In this fight, there were no gorgeous moves, and there was no change, just a solid call. Hideo Iga was killed with one punch and fell to the ground.
"Use your blood to water your martial arts seeds..." After killing Hero Iga, Wang Chao looked at the three corpses on the ground, turned around and slowly walked out of the cherry blossom forest. brilliant.
early morning…
"Master, are you going to the karate Shotokan today? Who played the flute last night?"
After Huo Ling'er got up and washed in the morning, she went out for a walk, and saw Wang Chao walking slowly in the middle of the yard.
"Well. Going to the Songtao Hall today, you are likely to do something. Last night, the leaders of two cults and a martial artist are dead."
Wang Chao said casually.
Huo Ling'er nodded, and didn't ask any more questions. She knew that she might have a fierce battle in Songtao Pavilion today.
After several people had breakfast, Wang Chao received a letter of reply from Shotokan, a major school of karate.
Only a reply letter, not an invitation letter.
This is because Wang Chao sent out the invitation letter on his own initiative, and the other party responded, which is different from Kodokan's initiative invitation.
After receiving the reply letter, Wang Chao led the four of them and set off again. After a full five-hour drive, they arrived at a secluded small ashram.
Different from the large formation created by Kodokan, this time Wang Chao communicated with Shotokan karate school in a small dojo, which was very quiet, as if they were communicating silently, and there was no need to make any big noises.
"Although this dojo is small, it is full of courage despite its small size. It was opened by Yoshijin Funakoshi himself."
Before coming to this small ashram, Huo Linger looked at the three big characters "Songtao Pavilion" on the plaque on it, and introduced it to Wang Chao.
There was no one standing at the entrance of this small dojo, the door was wide open, and it was very quiet inside, as if there was no one there.
But as soon as Wang Chao walked in, he saw a few people sitting in the dojo chatting calmly, but they seemed to be martial arts masters who died generously.
However, Wang Chao didn't pay attention to these martial arts masters, but instead focused on the paintings hanging on the walls of the dojo!
There are hundreds of ink paintings hanging on the walls of the entire ashram. The paintings are all about a Chinese man in a black coat, not tall, holding a big gun, with his hair tied up, and posing with various gun poses.
Wang Chao could tell at a glance that these were the racks of the Eight Great Spears.
This Chinese person seems to be a figure from the period of the Republic of China, and he has been painted as awe-inspiring as a god, and the sturdy and spirited spirit is transmitted from the painting, shocking people's eyes and ears.
"Sharp Spear Li Shuwen..." Wang Chao raised his eyes.