The show begins
Seven days later, the private plane of Qingyuan Heisei and Kato Tadyuki landed at Binyang International Airport.
Along with them, there are ten ordinary priests under them, as well as nearly a hundred Shinto members.
Kato Tadyuki actually didn't like this fellow sent by Ise Shrine, he would even feel uncomfortable as long as he stood by Kiyomoto Heisei's side.
This was not only because Qingyuan Heisei was too arrogant and conceited, but more importantly, the cold and rancid aura emanating from Qingyuan Heisei made his hair stand on end.
Kato Tadyuki didn't know much about Kiyomoto Heisei, but according to the rumors in Shintoism, he knew that this young and handsome Ise priest was at least four or five hundred years old.
Although he himself is more than two hundred years old, he still looks too young in front of Qingyuan Heisei.
Qingyuan Heisei's strength is unfathomable, bloodthirsty and ruthless. In the troubled times two or three hundred years ago, he once destroyed an army and slaughtered a city with his own strength. People are enough to pile up into a mountain.
As for now, in the entire Shinto religion, his strength can be ranked in the top ten.
It is said that, except for Yuki Masahide, the most powerful person in Shintoism, and the two great priests of Ise Jingu Shrine, Kiyomoto Heisei does not take anyone seriously.
Kato Tadayuki was reluctant to be with such an unpredictable and powerful old monster, but the task he shouldered made him have to cooperate with Qingyuan Heisei.
He only hopes to complete the task assigned by the priest of Ise as soon as possible and return to Japan, the sooner the better.
After getting off the plane, the group directly checked into Weihao Hotel, which is the best five-star hotel in Binyang. They had already reserved rooms before they came.
"Binyang has arrived, what should we do next?" After everyone settled down, Kato Tadyuki came to Qingyuan Heisei's room and asked.
"I haven't left Ise Jingu for a long time, and I don't know much about the outside world." Qingyuan Heisei said lightly, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, "You still have to handle these trivial matters." Well, I'm only responsible for the last shot, to deal with the Chinese cultivator who killed my priest."
"Okay." Kato Tadyuki nodded, feeling that Kiyomoto Heisei was considered professional and did not give orders indiscriminately, otherwise, it would be really hard to say whether this task could be completed.
"We are going to send all the priests and subordinates under our command to look for clues in Binyang. In addition, the peripheral disciples of Hachiman Shrine have some connections with Binyang, both black and white. If we fully mobilize these relationships, we may be able to gain something. "
"Then do as you wish." Qing Yuan Heicheng replied lazily, not caring.
With Qingyuan Heisei's consent, Kato Tadyuki quickly carried out his will.
The subordinate priests began to go deep into every corner of Binyang, actively looking for clues. Several peripheral disciples of Hachiman Shrine also mobilized their connections in Binyang to participate in the search.
As the target of the search, Zhao Rui quickly noticed something was wrong.
Because he found that the number of practitioners in Binyang City seemed to increase overnight.
This is not a normal phenomenon, because the city of Binyang is not a place that practitioners like to patronize.
So he released his second soul and began to investigate the situation.
The result of the investigation surprised him a lot. Binyang City, which is not too big, has actually poured in nearly a hundred practitioners!
Although most of them are just small miscellaneous fish with low strength and just getting started.
However, the strength of two people is very powerful!
One of them's cultivation has reached the realm of the out-of-body stage, and the other has reached the stage of distraction, and his strength is a whole level higher than him!
Among these two people, one is a burly old man with white hair, and the other is a young man in his twenties with a bit of evil spirit on his body.
However, Zhao Rui faintly felt that the actual age of this young man was probably not too young, because his spiritual power fluctuations were much stronger than that of the old man!
The two are not on the same level at all!
What a great deal!
To send such a huge team to deal with me alone!
Zhao Rui smiled mockingly.
He has determined their identities from the fluctuations in their spiritual power, and knows that they are all practitioners sent by the Japanese Shinto sect.
The purpose, of course, is to recapture the two treasures in the tomb of Rong Wu, and by the way, to avenge the dead Shinto disciples.
Zhao Rui naturally has no intention of revealing his identity, let alone sending him to the door automatically.
He felt that since these Shinto practitioners were eager to find their whereabouts, let them search slowly. Anyway, no results were possible, and it was just a waste of manpower and material resources.
But after thinking about it, it seems a little inappropriate to let these guys run around in Binyang like this, at least give them a little lesson, and play well without revealing their identities It's fun for them.
Zhao Rui thought about it for a while, and soon came up with an idea.
He withdrew his second soul, took advantage of the darkness, and went out.
Zhao Rui's chosen target was an ordinary priest of Hachiman Shrine.
This priest, who looks to be in his fifties, is slightly fat and has a big belly, but his cultivation is not ordinary.
In the practice team of more than a hundred people, although it cannot be compared with the two leaders, it is still of first-class level, and there are only five or six priests who are at the same level as him.
Of course, compared with Zhao Rui, this priest is still far behind, not at the same level. Zhao Rui is sure to take him down quickly.
Locking on the position of the priest, Zhao Rui followed behind, waiting for the opportunity to make a move.
Although it was already late at night, since it was late spring and early summer, and the temperature was rising, the nightlife in Binyang gradually became lively, and there were still many vehicles and pedestrians on the street.
Zhao Rui followed the priest far away, passed through several bustling neighborhoods, and finally turned into a relatively remote street.
The street is very narrow, only two cars can pass side by side, and the shops on both sides probably closed early due to the sluggish business.
There are no street lights here, and there are no other light sources except the occasional lights from the upstairs windows on both sides.
Zhao Rui smiled in a low voice, this is really a good place to kill and rob.
He took out the ghost mask, put it on his face, and then quickly rushed towards the priest.
Zhao Rui didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, so the fat priest heard something was wrong when he heard the wind behind him.
He turned around at a speed that was completely disproportionate to his figure, and saw a silver-faced man wearing a strange mask rushing towards him with a terrifying power!
The fat priest was taken aback. He didn't expect that he was attacked on the first night, and the attacker was obviously a strong practitioner!
The cold sweat on his body rolled down immediately.
Those who come are not good, and those who are kind don't come. If he can't deal with it, he will be in dire straits.
The fat priest didn't even think about it, his toes were a little on the ground, and he retreated quickly. At the same time, he quickly took out two Shinto charms, muttered words, and prepared to summon Shikigami to fight.
Zhao Rui had seen the priest's fighting style before, so he naturally knew what the fat priest was going to do.
With a sneer, he stretched out his figure, accelerated violently, turned into a gray shadow and rushed in front of the priest, and then shot out like lightning, ruthlessly grabbing the fat priest's fat neck.
The fat priest only felt that his neck was stuck tightly by iron tongs, and the mantra he was reciting was suddenly interrupted, and he could no longer pronounce a syllable!
He didn't expect that the opponent was so powerful, he couldn't help but panic, stretched out his hands and desperately grabbed Zhao Rui's wrist, hoping to break Zhao Rui's wrist away.
However, it was in vain, Zhao Rui's arm remained motionless.
"I'd like to ask you two questions." Zhao Rui looked at the fat priest who was struggling non-stop, loosened his five fingers slightly, and asked lightly, "The two people in the luxurious suite of the hotel are your leaders, what are their names? What are they all about?" origin?"
The fat priest took a deep breath, knowing that his own life was in the hands of the silver-masked man, so he replied honestly: "The older one is Kato Taneyuki, the chief priest of our Hachiman Shrine. The one named Qingyuan Heisei is the priest of the Ise Shrine. We came here to find the two lost treasures of the shaman and find out the murderer who killed the priest of our shrine."
"So that's it. It's as I guessed. Thanks." Zhao Rui smiled at him, and then his five fingers tightened suddenly, crushing his throat.
The fat priest's eyes protruded, and he covered his throat with his hands, and slowly fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and died.
Zhao Rui patted the dust on his hands lightly, thinking:
If those two priests named Kato and Qingyuan knew that their subordinates had been killed, they would definitely be furious.
That's exactly what he wanted to see.
The good show has just begun, and more exciting things are yet to come.