Ma Yuzhi used the earth to escape and easily sneaked into the temple and opened the door of the temple.
I tiptoed down the gate and walked into the temple, then turned around and gently closed the two gates together.
There were a few dim electric lights in the temple, and Ma Yuzhi and I got into a shadow. We looked around, not only did not see Bukawa Yoshio, but also the monks in the temple.
"During the day, Bugawa Yoshio sat down on his knees in the hall for a long time. If I didn't guess wrong, Bugawa Yoshio must have rushed to the hall."
Hearing Ma Yuzhi's words, I nodded gently. Walked out of the shadows and walked quietly along the hall of the temple.
After a few minutes, Ma Yuzhi and I finally approached the temple hall. Standing outside the hall of the temple, we were about to gently push open the door of the temple, and we heard a sound of talking in the hall of the temple.
"The benefactor is really pious to the Buddha. I didn't expect it to be so late and sneak into my temple."
As an old voice fell, Bugawa Yoshio smiled negatively and said: "Old bald donkey, let's tell you, I am a Japanese onmyoji. You should be clear about the purpose of my coming here today."
When Bugawa Yoshio's voice fell, Ma Yuzhi and I looked at each other in unison. It seems that the mystery worth one hundred thousand yuan is about to be revealed.
"It has been hundreds of years, and the one who should have come should come. However, I still want to advise the donor. Donor, you are going black today for fear of ominous signs. Please leave your skills quickly and keep yourself safe. "
"Hahaha..." Yoshio Bukawa laughed three times, and then continued after a long time: "Old bald donkey, I think you are also going black tonight. If you want to protect yourself, I advise you to retreat. Just as if nothing was discovered tonight. I promise I will only take what I want, and I won’t move anything in your temple."
"Donor, hundreds of years have passed, why are you so persistent?"
"Because hundreds of years have passed, our Onmyoji should be more
Work hard, work hard to take it home. "
Hearing the conversation between Bugawa Yoshio and the old monk, I couldn't wait to rush out and slap each of them. You know, the two have been talking to each other for most of the day, but Ma Yuzhi and I still haven't heard what Bugawa Yoshio is looking for during this trip
Next, the old monk seemed to have heard what I was thinking. He was silent for a moment, and then said in an old voice: "Back then, Japanese pirates committed countless tragedies. A well-known Onmyoji, he should never follow the Japanese pirates and behave as a tiger."
The old monk was silent for a moment and then continued: "Back then, Meichuan Neku also committed numerous crimes in China. The Taoist priests of Longhushan shot him to death, sealed his ghost, and suppressed his ghost in Confucianism. Under the Buddha statue of Tangji. In fact, to help Umegawa Neku to pay for the countless crimes he committed."
"According to the appointment that day, the ghost of Umegawa Neku should be sealed for a thousand years. Now, hundreds of years have passed, and in a few hundred years, Umegawa Neku’s dead soul will be able to redeem the sins and get out of trouble. You want to take it now. The dead soul of Umegawa Neku is not helping him, but afraid."
After hearing the words of the old monk, Ma Yuzhi and I finally understood the purpose of Bukawa Yoshio's trip. It turned out that the purpose of Bugawa Yoshio's trip was to take away the dead soul of a Japanese named Umegawa Neku.
"Umegawa Neku is our former suzerain, and we have the right and obligation to take him home now."
"Umegawa Neku was suppressed under the Buddha statue for the purpose of atonement. So even if he is the emperor of your Japanese, you can never take him away before the end of the millennium." The old monk said here, paused for a moment and then continued. Said: "In addition, I also know that when you want to let Umegawa Neku go, you actually want to get some important information from Umegawa Neku's mouth."
"Do you know what we want to know?"
"Wealth and strength are just a passing moment. Hundreds of years have passed. Why should you continue to persevere if you are a slasher."
"Umegawa Neku is our former sect master, who was killed by you, and his soul was killed by you.
People suppressed. Our one-sword sect treasures have so far lost their whereabouts, as well as several cheat books in the sect, but also because of the disappearance of Meichuan Neiku. In the past few hundred years, we have slipped from the top power in the yin and yang circles of Japan to the second-rate power. If we are still not attached, it may not be long before we disappear completely in the long river of history. "
"There are fate, why do you bother to ask for it?"
"Shut up, I don't have much time to chat with you old bald donkey. I advise you to get acquainted and get out of the way, or I will kill you today before I get what I want."
"The poor monk has been the abbot of this monastery for more than 30 years. The poor monk has never done anything in the past 30 years. If the benefactor really wants to be presumptuous in front of the Buddha today, the poor monk will have to kill once in front of the Buddha. Up."
When the old monk's voice fell, Bugawa Yoshio followed him and said: "I also want to see and see if the so-called Buddha can save your life today."
As Bugawa Yoshio's voice fell, after a while, there was a sound of fighting in the hall.
However, what made Ma Yuzhi and I feel a little curious is that the sound of fighting in the hall lasted less than five seconds and then stopped abruptly.
The fighting stopped, and the old monk and Yoshio Bukawa in the hall also stopped talking, and the whole world suddenly fell silent for a while.
Ma Yuzhi and I looked at each other, and finally could not help Nai’s curiosity, we quietly pushed open the wooden door outside the hall.
Through the gap above the wooden door, we quickly saw the scene in the hall.
Under the shining of two dim electric lights, Bugawa Yoshio was sitting on his knees in front of the Buddha's stone statue, whispering something to himself, and beside Bugawa Kazuo, one was wearing a yellow monk robe. Skinny old man.
Seeing this scene, I frowned.
Listening to the conversation between the old monk and Bugawa Yoshio before, I feel that the old monk should be as powerful as a floor-sweeping monk, and he can easily defeat Bugawa Yoshio. Who knew that the old monk had lost face in front of the Buddha, and it took less than five seconds for the two to fight, and the old monk fell beside Bukawa Yoshio.
(End of this chapter)