The calm tone of voice, the rising flames and the sword energy that tore the ground.
This is an undisguised threat of force.
The flames burning behind him are enough to prove that the person who spoke has such strength.
If it is not a special situation, no one wants to rush forward.
But the burning shrine is of different significance to the entire Sakurajima. Moreover, it is almost like a live broadcast now. Even if it has been interrupted and the public cannot see it, the boss can definitely see it clearly. If you stop here and do nothing after being threatened like this, your face will be swollen. If you do nothing, the Onmyoji of Sakurajima Onmyoji will no longer exist.
The Onmyoji of Sakurajima Onmyoji just hesitated for a moment, and then rushed forward with his head held high.
"Don't say I didn't warn you..."
Wei Yuan muttered to himself silently, holding a knife in one hand, the blade of the wooden sword against the ground, and his movements were frozen.
Ah Xuan watched this scene nervously.
Then,
He 'saw' strands of green wind lines, starting from the wooden sword blade, and began to rotate and entangle rapidly, eventually encompassing the entire sword, but ordinary naked eyes could not see such a strange phenomenon. There were already monks who practiced fighting techniques and monks from the martial arts hall rushing up, with modern metal protective gear on their bodies and arms.
Their goal was to contain Wei Yuan.
To create an opportunity for the Yin-Yang master to perform Yin-Yang techniques.
One used sumo techniques to hug him around the waist, and the other two targeted Wei Yuan's arms.
But in just a moment of contact, even these monks and monks could not react, their bodies were instantly twisted, broken, and then thrown backwards. It was not until this time that the civilians who were watching from afar screamed in panic and fled.
Ah Xuan widened his eyes.
It was completely unclear, that kind of action...
Is it a martial arts fight?
Seeing the casualties of his companions, the anger of the attackers was the first emotion to arise. At this moment, the masked young man faced more than seven opponents at the same time, but similarly, before he could get within three steps of Wei Yuan, his arms were broken or his legs were twisted.
In the end, they were all forcibly knocked to the ground in a semicircular arc with Wei Yuan as the center, and the landing points were almost in a straight line.
He couldn't help but howl while holding his wound.
Qi's martial arts could not defeat Wei's Wu Zu.
Wei's Wu Zu could not meet Qin's sharp soldiers.
This was a cold weapon fight that had reached its peak during the five hundred years of chaos in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.
Ah Xuan was stunned.
Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed horizontally with the knife in his right hand. The sword energy and air flow escaped along the blade, and then spread, turning into a white sword wind, slashing horizontally with incomparable precision. The whistling of the sword energy suppressed all sounds, and the previous screams stopped abruptly.
In the dead silence, there was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
There was another mark on the edge of the gully that was cut by the sword energy on the ground.
But this time it was a bloody mark.
The smell of blood instantly became strong, which was more frightening than the scream just now. This proved the truth of the other party's words. The Yin-Yang Master, who had been blinded by anger and had the courage to act without strategy because of his large number of people, turned pale and stopped. A large crowd of people stood on the left side of this line, and there was only one person on the right side.
Got it.
The blade of the wooden sword in his hand lightly touched the ground.
Wei Yuan looked indifferent.
Those who cross this line.
Beheaded.
............…
In the raging flames, the tablets were completely burned to ashes, and the soul core hidden in the tablets was completely annihilated. The more violent the flames, the more rapid and high the tune.
This behavior, of course, attracted all the remaining souls in this shrine, as well as those Shinto priests who risked their lives to repair it. To be honest, this place occupies a large area, and the number of ghosts is more than Binghun expected.
To be precise, it is more.
The Qi family knife pierced the enemy's abdomen.
When it was pulled out this time, Binghun felt a clear feeling of pulling flesh and blood. The blood fell to the ground and was burned by the fire, and the fire was too bright.
The blood looked black.
The soldier souls all felt tired at this time, and accidentally got a few more wounds on their bodies. The Qi Niang obsession melody transformed by the red embroidered shoes paused slightly, and the soldier soul used the Qi family knife in his hand to chop off a few heads neatly, waved his hand with his back to the embroidered shoes, and smiled honestly: "You don't have to worry about me."
"These things are no match for me."
"Just sing it. I was a big soldier back then, and I couldn't listen to such a song."
The melody became more urgent.
The surrounding souls emerged and then rushed towards him.
The soldier soul exhaled slightly and attacked with all his heart. This kind of life-threatening battle made him a little familiar. He closed his eyes, and his dreams always returned to his youth. He was almost vomited by the change of the mandarin duck formation, but in the end, now only that short memory is the most profound.
The sword in his hand slashed horizontally, tearing out a cold light, and stayed in place, killing several residual souls in one breath, and smiled honestly: "Although there is no mandarin duck formation, do you think that we can form a formation every time after hundreds of battles?"
He took a step forward, and the Qi family sword in his hand cut off another Japanese sword.
Then he beheaded it.
Step by step, his mouth was like talking to himself, and his voice was murmuring.
Gradually calm and indifferent:
"A town with ten households must have loyal people, and Zhejiang must have talents and courage?"
"The army was established in the 38th year of Jiajing, and the general died in the 11th year of Wanli, in 24 years."
"Four thousand Qi family soldiers."
"Beheaded more than 150,000 enemy bandits."
Raised his hand, slashed horizontally, and the Qi family sword directly sealed his throat.
There was no wave in his honest eyebrows.
The red clothes behind him danced vigorously, and the Zhejiang soldiers in front of him shone with swords.
"The captain of the Qi family army, whose name is not worth mentioning, first followed General Qi, fought in the north and south, resisted the Japanese in the south and resisted the invaders in the north; later followed Wu Weizhong, and there were 137 Japanese pirates in the army tent. In the 21st year of Wanli, the Japanese leader Toyotomi Hideyoshi attacked Goryeo. He risked his life to be the first to land in Pyongyang and killed three enemy generals."
His voice gradually became excited.
The Qi family sword in his hand pointed forward, and the remaining power of the Huaishui God system on his body was passively stimulated because of the fit, surrounding him. In the 38th year of Jiajing, he was 18 years old. When he died in battle, he was already 52 years old, but now he still looked the most brave in those days.
He doesn't know how old he is in his old age.
"Many of you are old acquaintances. I chopped off your dog heads back then."
The look on his face gradually became wanton, and finally faded away from his simplicity and laughed out loud.
He said viciously:
"Today, chop it again!"
"It feels so good!"
............
A song for entering the battle.
It started with the pipa and ended with the bright sound. The fierce red dress stopped dancing. But in just a short time, the wooden sword in Wei Yuan's hand was tilted, and blood slowly slid down the blade and dripped on the ground under his feet.
There were more corpses on that line.
There were several Onmyoji riding on the back of the Shikigami, and they were about to fly over from a high place. The sound of a helicopter sounded. Wei Yuan's face did not change. He clenched his five fingers slightly, and the strong wind swept upwards fiercely, mixed with thunder, and directly destroyed the electronic components inside the helicopter.
Let the modern equipment, which can be said to be directly worth money, fall down in a rotation.
The Onmyoji on the Shikigami looked pale and had not yet flown over the line.
The sword energy tore over like a storm. Amid the screams of the Shikigami, the Onmyoji also fell. Wei Yuan easily killed those monsters called Shikigami but actually demons with the wooden sword in his hand. His sleeves were stained with blood and his eyes were indifferent.
At this time, the basic goal of buying time had been achieved.
A large-scale Onmyoji technique with the combined efforts of more than dozens of people turned into a magical state like a dragon.
He roared and rushed towards Wei Yuan's back.
Ah Xuan exclaimed and wanted to step forward to help, but he couldn't get close to Wei Yuan, so he could only worry. This was a great magical power that purely controlled the Yin and Yang Qi and evolved the five elements. In the eyes of the Onmyoji who was delighted, the Onmyoji gave a death order. The two Shikigami rushed towards Wei Yuan like crazy, and Wei Yuan slashed with his right hand.
It was obviously a wooden sword, but it made a low whistle.
The two heads with ghost horns were cut off.
At this time, the dragon, which was almost three meters tall and was gathered by the blue light, stretched out its body and almost completely enveloped Wei Yuan, and its low roar was soul-stirring.
Wei Yuan just pointed his finger backwards and landed right on the dragon's forehead.
In an instant, the dragon's roar stopped abruptly.
Then, bit by bit, it shattered into nothingness, and the blue starlight was brilliant and desperate, slowly collapsing. Wei Yuan turned his head, and the wooden sword in his hand slowly crossed the ground, and the surrounding starlight overflowed. The two shikigami behind him fell to the sky, and there was no sound.
Seventy-two Earthly Evils -
Banned Qi.
It was just a simple accumulation of mana, how could it be called a law, how could it be called a magical power?
In the extremely depressing atmosphere, the last trace of the melody also dissipated. The misty scenery of Jiangnan Road, which originally stood above the shrine, also slowly disappeared. Wei Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and the Yin-Yang Ryo monks behind the line in front of him felt cold hands and feet.
The wooden sword was against the ground, slowly crossing the line, and said calmly:
"Those who cross this line."
"Death."
Then he threw a look at Ah Xuan, turned around with the sword, and walked slowly towards the inside of the shrine. The Yin-Yang Ryo Yin-Yang master thought it was just a bait and trap, and he dared not move until he saw that the man had gone far away, still just a back figure, and the expression of an Yin-Yang master changed slightly.
He gritted his teeth, held the Yin-Yang Talisman, and stepped over the line.
The sound of the sword clanged, as if it came from between heaven and earth.
Everyone felt their hair stand on end.
In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the Yin-Yang master who dared to cross this line fell directly to the ground, bleeding profusely, and a layer of brilliant blood spread behind him. Everyone was terrified and dared not move forward for a while.
They could only watch the figure walk into it.
............
When Wei Yuan found the soldier soul and the red embroidered shoes, the situation of the two was not too good.
The sword's energy was so strong that it crushed the remaining souls that wanted to attack the two. The Qi family soldiers rarely felt the kind of high spirits and exhilaration. The broken sword in his hand had completely turned into a Qi family knife. He clasped his hands together and bowed, smiling: "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission." Wei Yuan swept across the fallen corpses around him, reached out and patted his shoulder, and then took out the thing Zhang Ruosu prepared for him. It was a jade book. Wei Yuan put his fingers together and mobilized his magic power to turn it into sword energy. With the whistling of sword energy, a strong wind suddenly rose, sweeping the sword energy like frost, and it spread out from Wei Yuan's body. There is still the most important thing to do. ............... It was not until more than an hour later. The Yin-Yang masters finally crossed the line under various oppressions. The person in charge of the Tokyo Yin-Yang Bureau and the person in charge of the shrine came. It is not correct to say that they crossed the line. In fact, it was because the flames of the Earthly Evil Method had drained the fire in the sky and naturally dissipated, so they all left here.
It can be said that they did not cross this line in the end, but bypassed it and entered the shrine from the other three directions.
They walked hurriedly, and after entering the shrine, they ignored the main hall where the gods were enshrined.
They did not even take a look at the worship hall where ordinary people worship.
They ran directly to the forbidden area that even Sakurajima people were not allowed to enter, the Lingxi Book Fengan Hall where many important tablets were enshrined. The new shrine director was an old man, who kept chattering: "Do you know how important this place is? I must appeal against your dereliction of duty!"
They hurriedly broke the door and rushed into the main hall, just taking a quick look.
Then they completely lost the ability to speak.
The corpses were lying all over the ground. The books and tablets that were originally protected with great value were piled up together, burned into ashes by the flames, and turned into black ruins. But it was not this that made everyone lose their minds. This was the Lingxi Book Enshrinement Hall, the most noble place in the whole temple.
And on the walls of this hall.
It lost its original decorations and was burned by the flames, turning black.
Names were engraved on it.
Liu Ershun, Wang Jinyu, Wang Manshan.
Hao Yuming, Hu Yuankui, Han Jinling.
Sun Mingwu, Teng Jiushou, Liu Sanchun...
Densely packed, every stroke was carved by sword energy, hundreds and thousands, densely packed in this place, silent and silent, but with a solemn and dignified momentum, just overlooking these people, just overlooking those war criminals who turned into ashes, making people breathe a little difficult and speechless.
The old priest's palms trembled, and he said angrily: "What is this, what is this?!"
He stretched out his hand to break it, but before he got close, a strong sword energy emanated from the wall, almost tearing him into pieces. The old man turned pale and retreated in a daze. He said angrily: "This is the sacred place of Sakurajima, you push it down!"
But no one can push it down.
No one has the courage to personally push down this Lingxi Book Feng'an Hall. Soon they realized a rather cruel problem and choice, that is, whether to repair this Yasukuni Shrine again. If not, then with the bad influence of this matter, Sakurajima will almost become a joke.
And if it is repaired.
If it is repaired...
Wouldn't this place where the heroic souls are worshipped be suppressed by this stone tablet full of names?
So, what is being worshipped?
............
Ah Xuan understood Wei Yuan's expression and quietly left there with magic. Then he made a big circle and met Wei Yuan on a low mountain. Wei Yuan took off the blood-stained mask, picked up a gourd of wine brought back from Shenzhou, and walked slowly forward.
The soul of the Qi family army and the little child transformed by the red embroidered shoes followed Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan was holding a wooden sword. He was injured, but he didn't seem to care.
Ah Xuan hurriedly caught up, panting. He sighed and cast a spell to heal the injuries on Wei Yuan's shoulders and arms. While healing, he whispered: "Master Wei, is the matter over?"
"The matter here is over, let's go to Kyoto."
The young Taoist saw that the gentle and polite Master Wei seemed a little surprised.
Then he smiled and replied:
"Why are you so anxious?"
"Ah?!"
"The Ullambana Festival is still five days away..."
"Ah!!!"
Ah Xuan was stunned for a moment before he reacted. His palms were shaking and he said with a sad face:
"Five, five days?"
Wei Yuan laughed and comforted him:
"Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything like this again in the next five days."
"Really?"
The little Taoist's eyes brightened, and then he became alert in an instant, and said: "What about five days later?"
Master Wei was surprised, and then just smiled and said nothing.
Ah Xuan's forehead twitched.
His face was sad, and he almost sighed to the sky.
Senior Brother!!!
What should I do? !
............
Wei Yuan waited until the little Taoist treated his injuries, and slowly stood up and walked forward. The little Taoist kept looking back on the way, but Wei Yuan did not ask. He knew that behind him and others, the red-dressed woman was also there. That was the last remnant of Wan Qiniang's obsession, which was about to dissipate.
But she didn't look back.
She no longer had the obsession of being a fierce ghost, nor the persistence of being Wan Qiniang.
Her face was blank and sluggish.
Sometimes sober, sometimes confused.
Finally he stopped, no longer following Wei Yuan and the others, and his body slowly began to dissipate.
Wei Yuan stopped.
He was a few steps in front of Wan Qiniang, silent for a moment, took off the cork of the wine gourd in his hand, and smelled a strong aroma of strong liquor, which was the wine of Shenzhou. He drank it slowly and muttered a few words to himself. Ah Xuan couldn't hear it clearly. When he wanted to ask, Wei Yuan didn't answer, but smiled casually, raised his hand to hold the wooden sword, and threw it back. The wind whistled, and the wooden sword broke through the air.
He tilted his head back and drank a mouthful of wine, saying: "The wine is not enough, please forgive me."
"Next time, bring good wine!"
Raised his hand and threw the wine gourd directly up.
There was a breeze, carrying the rich aroma of wine, but Wei Yuan did not look back. He patted the young Taoist and walked forward with Ah Xuan. The latter still looked back frequently. The familiar aroma of wine made Wan Qiniang, which should have begun to dissipate, slightly raise her eyes and see Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan walking in the shadows. The latter was only as tall as the former's shoulder and was turning her head to persuade him earnestly.
The aroma of wine is memory.
In a trance, she saw those young people a hundred years ago, the same age, the same high spirits, walking in the shadows, saving the nation from extinction, and then, she saw Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan walking out of the shadows and into the sun, with calm steps.
The same high spirits, the same youthful vigor.
Walking in the light.
The woman in red widened her eyes, a smile appeared on her blank face, but tears fell.
Ah Xuan pulled Wei Yuan's sleeve and said, "Master Wei, there is someone behind, there really is, it's a soul."
"Turn around and take a look."
When he turned around, the vague red clothes had disappeared.
............
"Push down this wall!"
"Don't push it? Well, if you don't dare to push it, go and paint over all those names!"
"Don't you understand?!"
In the shrine, the old man of the shrine's main family looked at the stone tablet over there angrily. Seeing that no one dared to do it, he became more and more angry. He was about to take something and smash it before he could do it. Before he could try, a clear voice suddenly sounded from the horizon. Before everyone could react, a cold light fell.
The old man was reaching out to touch those names, and his throat hurt. Blood had already splashed under the names engraved on the wall.
On the black wall, under the white names, it was like a blood-colored flower offered.
A sword was inserted upside down in the corner of the wall.
The old man opened his eyes wide, covered his throat, leaned forward, knelt on the ground, and died, as if he was bowing. This scene made the surrounding Yin and Yang masters stiffen their bodies and dared not move. They only felt the cold air.
Then, the breeze came slowly, and a pot of wine fell, landing next to the blood-colored flowers, the kneeling man, and the sharp sword.
It was good wine from my hometown.
Indeed, there is no place more suitable for worshiping heroic spirits than here.
Wei Yuan murmured.
Let's drink!