On the second day after the shrine burning incident.
In an apartment somewhere.
Ah Xuan honestly changed the bandage on Wei Yuan's wound.
In a one-on-one battle against many, Wei Yuan was strong in his profound Taoism, in the Taiping Yaoshu that Zhang Jiao had personally taught him, and in some of the magical powers that were incorporated into the Tiangang Disha Fa in later generations, but in terms of physical strength, he was still not strong enough to crush them.
Whether it was the magical powers that exceeded the load of his physical body, or the injuries caused by the recoil when performing martial arts, they all broke out in the end.
The action of force is mutual, and cultivators must also follow the basic law.
During the battle, he was naturally full of energy and blood, and he didn't care, but after the fight, Wei Yuan found that he had many injuries on his body, which were all caused by himself, and he only felt the pain later. He didn't care much at first, but Ah Xuan still bandaged him well.
I don't know where I found the herbs and boiled the ointment.
Finally, Ah Xuan let Wei Yuan lie on the sofa.
He poured him a cup of tea, handed him a newspaper, and turned on the TV for him.
He placed a plate of Sakurajima senbei sprinkled with chili powder next to Wei Yuan and said:
"Master Wei, you can take a rest here for a while."
The young Taoist turned on the air conditioner and smiled gently:
"I'll go out for a while."
Wei Yuan nodded and bit a snack.
The young Taoist smiled, then turned and left, walking barefoot through the corridor. Finally, Ah Xuan stood at the farthest distance from Wei Yuan, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a familiar number. After a while, the call was connected.
"Hey, Ah Xuan, what's wrong..."
"Brother!!!"
The young Taoist priest who had just been calm and steady took a deep breath, and his shoulders collapsed, like a student who had messed up and was looking for his parents, crying:
"There are still four days, what should I do?!"
............
"Calm down, calm down."
Zhang Ruosu was in a very happy mood now, humming a little song, with a cup of tea next to him, staring at the computer screen intently, typing on the keyboard, and comforting his junior brother casually:
"What happened again? Be calm when things get serious."
" Slow down and talk later. "
The old man's voice calmed Ah Xuan down, and he said, "Brother, didn't you see it?"
"Master Wei, Master Wei went to Tokyo."
"Well, Tokyo, it's a good place."
"It's good, no, I mean, then Master Wei took me here to take a look, and finally went to the Yasukuni Shrine, and burned the shrine down with a fire. Not only that, he also fought with the Onmyoji of Tokyo, using a wooden sword to cut down rows of them. "
"It was too noisy, brother, I couldn't stop him..."
Ah Xuan blamed himself.
He heard the sound of typing on the keyboard on the other side stop.
The young Taoist held his breath like a child who didn't do well in the exam.
Then, he heard the voice of the old Taoist priest:
"That's it?"
Ah Xuan was stunned.
Then he stammered, "Brother, the noise, didn't you say it was too loud..."
Zhang Ruosu said with a smile, "Oh, Brother did tell you to watch him and not let him make too much noise, but this noise is not that loud, it's reasonable."
Hmm? ? !
Not loud?
Ah Xuan was stunned, and then suddenly felt a chill on his back. This was not considered loud, so what was the loud noise that even Brother had a headache about? Obviously Brother was comforting him, but the young Taoist felt even heavier in his heart, with a chill on his back, and he really felt like crying but couldn't.
Zhang Ruosu asked, "You said he stopped the Yin-Yang Bureau by himself."
"What did you do?"
Ah Xuan said honestly, "I couldn't stop Master Wei."
"I wanted to help, but Master Wei wouldn't let me go, so I had to back off, go around, meet Master Wei, and then run out in the chaos."
"Is that so? That's a pity."
The voice on the phone sounded a little regretful. Zhang Ruosu took a sip of tea and said, "It's a pity that you didn't use the Five Thunders, wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. There was only wind and fire, but no thunder. I always felt that something was missing..."
The old voice was vaguely eager to try.
The young Taoist was stunned.
Zhang Ruosu suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "By the way, if there is a Yin-Yang master from the Kamo family, you can just make a gesture of releasing the Divine Thunder, and they will not embarrass you."
"Really?"
"Of course it's true."
Zhang Ruosu said with a smile: "Senior brother has already given you a heads-up."
After the call, Zhang Ruosu put the phone aside. The scene of the burning shrine was on the computer screen. He drank tea slowly, but the teacup was not filled with tea, but full of strong liquor, which burned his throat. He took a sip and looked nostalgic.
But he couldn't drink a few sips.
Then he heard the sound of footsteps, and a Taoist with white hair and beard ran over angrily, looked around, and cursed loudly: "I smelled the smell of wine early. Who, which little bull nose that couldn't hold back his thoughts, dared to bring wine back to the mountain?"
"A-choo, what kind of wine is this, it smells so strong?"
He saw the old Taoist sitting upright and said, "Uncle Taoist."
"Did you see any disciple bring wine back?"
Zhang Ruosu picked up the teacup without changing his expression:
"I don't know."
He looked at his nose and his heart:
"The old Taoist is drinking tea."
............
Wei Yuan was watching TV bored.
He could only understand a small part of what those people said.
But fortunately, a considerable part of Sakurajima's text belongs to Shenzhou.
So he could barely read it even if he guessed and watched.
Now it has been more than 20 hours since the shrine was burned.
Because there were many witnesses.
This matter could not be suppressed any more. The Onmyojima and the Metropolitan Police Department responded to the matter. The head of the Metropolitan Police Department and the Onmyoji chief wearing a solemn kimono publicly apologized sincerely.
"This happened because the shrine was not well maintained, which led to the aging of the circuit."
"It eventually led to this."
"We feel very, very sorry for this tragedy."
"Morikawa Masato, who is in charge of the shrine, committed suicide in the Lingxi Book Fengan Hall of the shrine yesterday because of grief and self-blame."
He was talking about the priest who was killed by a flying knife directly through his throat on the last day.
Then they stood up together.
Facing the cameras like long guns and short guns, they folded their hands on their lower abdomen and bowed deeply.
It took a long time before they stood up.
............
Wei Yuan was no longer interested and turned off the TV.
The media in Sakurajima have already said that they will start to repair the shrine. As for the reaction of the Yin-Yang Bureau, he didn't care at all. For this matter, the extraordinary world in Sakurajima can only bite their teeth and swallow the blood. From the beginning to the end, Wei Yuan did not attack ordinary people. This is a fight in the extraordinary world.
In other words, it is a larger-scale kick.
It was still beaten by one person.
It is very easy to solve this kind of thing.
Either accept it with a pinch of the nose, or kick it back.
The meaning of this shrine is different in Sakurajima.
So they can choose to kick it back to a few places, such as going to Zhongnan Taiyi Mountain to pick Quanzhen, such as Wumen, where Danwu is integrated, and Wudang Mountain, where fists and swords are both unique. To be honest, even the Maoshan Shangqing Sect of this era is a little less important, and the best choice in the true sense is Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion.
Fight, fight back.
Wei, with bandages on his arms and shoulders, is very happy to see this happen.
It's better to hit the old Taoist Zhang Ruosu.
Don't be polite.
While thinking, Wei Yuan heard footsteps, turned around and saw Ah Xuan coming back with a blank face, throwing a fruit to him. The young Taoist subconsciously caught the orange and came back to his senses, but his head was still like a paste, and he didn't know what to say.
Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Did you complain to Taoist Zhang?"
The young Taoist was embarrassed.
Wei Yuan shrugged and said, "I know what he said, probably just asking you to keep an eye on me, but you have to know that when Taoist Zhang was my age, he was more likely to cause trouble than me and you."
"As for what I did, he agreed."
Ah Xuan was full of disbelief.
Wei Yuan took a sip from the teacup and said:
"I'll ask you two questions."
"When did the Japanese pirates from various countries invade China?"
A Xuan said: "More than a hundred years ago."
"So, how old is Fellow Daoist Zhang now?"
"One hundred and four..."
The young Taoist was stunned and couldn't continue. Wei Yuan said: "He learned well at a young age, carried a sword down the mountain, and then fought in the north and south, went east to Sakurajima, looked around the world, traveled around the world with his own Taoism, and also fought all the inheritance schools in the world."
"Guess why he did this?"
Wei Yuan said:
"He gave me the gourd of wine yesterday."
The voice paused, Wei Yuan sighed, and said:
"I think when Fellow Daoist Zhang came down the mountain with a sword on his back, he was about your age."
When a sharp sword stirred the bullets, he was just a young Taoist in cloth.
When he came back from a narrow escape, he was already middle-aged.
He was given the surname Zhang.
His name was Ruosu.
But he was not the Ruosu that others thought he was, who was at ease with everything.
Rather, he was the Ruosu that followed the wind with thousands of riders, and the Ruosu that rode with ten thousand riders, whose swords were as bright as white rainbows and whose red flags shone with red light.
On Mount Longhu, the old Taoist priest with white beard and hair waited until his nephew left before he carefully put down his teacup, quietly poked his head out, looked around, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and released the spell that sealed the cup. The old Taoist priest took a sip of the strong liquor, couldn't help squinting his eyes, and smiled:
"What a good wine."