Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The autumn nights already have a chill. Walking alone on the empty road can better experience the deeper meaning of the dew.

It takes 34 kilometers to travel, car takes fifty minutes, bicycle takes one and a half hours, and marathon runners only take two hours, but Uncle Jiu walked for a full day.

With a 20-pound kilogram on his back, he only had to eat and drink on the road with his feet, and he had to carefully avoid the police officers who were patrolling and garrisoning.

It took a whole day for Uncle Jiu to arrive in the dead city in Osaka, covered in dust and a face full of fatigue.

Looking around, my eyes were full of strangeness, blood and gloomyness. Although the corpse had been restrained, the mottled blood stains always told people about the disasters that had happened here.

Osaka Castle was under martial law. The self-defense forces patrolling each other, holding the amulets provided by various magic schools, walking through the streets and alleys in groups.

Their arrival was not to subdue evil spirits, nor to save and evacuate the people.

On the contrary, their purpose is to prevent residents in Osaka Castle from escaping, and to prevent news from leaking out of Osaka Castle.

They were holding the shrill guns in their hands and looked alert, not only guarding against the elusive ghosts, but also guarding against the people who were on the verge of collapse.

For them, evil spirits, like the people on the verge of collapse, are the roots of cholera and are all existences that need to be eliminated.

Perhaps, compared to the rare number of evil spirits, the hundreds of thousands of residents in Osaka City are much more dangerous!

Uncle Jiu hid in the shadow and watched all this quietly. He guessed whose masterpiece the scene in front of him was. Although he was a little uncomfortable, he was not at all unhappy.

Although he had not experienced such a bloody scene in person at this time, he had actually seen it.

Isn’t it always like this to fight tooth and double the return.

"Ha, let's start!"

Uncle Jiu let out a long sigh, regardless of his own fatigue, hid in a dark corner, and opened the bag in his arms.

There are many things in the bag, very mixed, all kinds of incense, candles, magical instruments, pens, ink, paper, swords, Taoist robes and whisks, but the most conspicuous one is the huge brass gourd.

There is at least one-third of the space in the bag, which is prepared for this gourd, and its importance is self-evident!

He arranged the gourd, lit three Dharma incenses, inserted them into the soil in front of the gourd, got up and sorted out his clothes and appearance, and bowed respectfully to the ground.

"A younger disciple Mao Shan Lin Fengjiu, please advise the past spirit:

Disciples are incompetent, and morality is low and hope to be peaceful;

It is powerless to surpass the spirits in the sea of ​​suffering and it is difficult to do things to relieve them;

Only the sin of killing life and killing life is to comfort the heroic soul of China;

Disciples have shallow practices and are difficult to fully assist;

Therefore, I ask the spirit to help and protect him;

The collaborative disciples will covet the ranks of the people..."

Uncle Jiu murmured in his mouth, with a serious and pious expression. In front of him, the bronze-cast gourd gradually began to tremble.

‘Buzz ~’

The frequency of the gourd shaking became faster and faster, making buzzing sounds. Uncle Jiu still said slowly, but his eyes became sharper.

The overwhelming blood light illuminated half of the night sky, and the Self-Defense Forces did not notice it at all, but all the people in the magic circle who were entangled with the evil ghosts turned around and looked at the strange phenomenon in shock.

All of them now have one common idea in their hearts, that is - it's over...

......

In the homestay, Wang Xuebin leaned on the table with his elbow, narrowed his eyes slightly, and gently fiddled with the public notice in front of him.

The notice is very ordinary, a simple piece of A4 white paper, with words in Japanese that require citizens to stay at home and wait for official rescue.

Simple, monotonous, and has no literary talent, but no one can tell from it, the faint threatening meaning can be seen from it.

In addition, this document was delivered door to door by the Self-Defense Forces that came to garrison, which further demonstrated the heavy weight of this document.

Today, Wang Xuebin has been staying in this homestay obediently, listening to the sound of gunfire like a thunderbolt on the streets outside.

When the Wu Self-Defense Force first arrived, the gunshots were the most intense, and now, the gunshots are basically no longer heard.

But occasionally there would be an explosion, but it was hard to tell whether it was the warlocks who were exorcizing evil spirits or the self-defense forces that were "actively maintaining public order".

"Bang!"

Another explosion echoed in the quiet Osaka Castle, and several lights woke up. On this gloomy night, those who had the courage to turn off the lights and sleep, can be said that everyone is full of heroes!

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

"Hmm? Who?"

When the knock on the door sounded, Wang Xuebin frowned and stood up to open the door. Who would be this time?

In Japan, all those who knew him died, whether it was Morishita or Kogoro Maori, even the ordinary investigator who followed him was not spared. It shouldn't be an acquaintance.

Since you are not an acquaintance, you can be a villain!

"Hello, please disturb us. We are officials of the Department of Defense. Come here to register!"

Office of Defense?

If it weren't for your brilliant magical light, I would have believed it!

The man who claimed to be an official of the Defense Department handed Wang Xuebin a paper form with basic information on citizens, where he lives, and why he came to Osaka.

It seems like it is about to collect information and troubleshoot suspicious people.

But Wang Xuebin knew that the so-called information registration was just an excuse, and its real purpose was to declare war on him, a madman who hid in the dark.

"Wang Guanlan, I am the first-class leader of the Nine-Chrysanthemum. Fujiwara Shizuka is in Kyoto Prefecture and is waiting for the grand ceremony. If you don't see you within two days, the body of the Lingzun Lingtang may be unexpected. I hope you will think about it!"

The words written in special ink exude endless provocation and murderous intent in the eyes of those who are familiar with yin and yang.

Wang Xuebin was even able to see the madness and anger of the person who wrote this article through this post. Although he was calm on the surface, he was already happy in his heart.

Wang Xuebin could imagine what impact what he did would have on the top-notch Kyuki, the man named Shizuka Fujiwara was about to go crazy!

Hey!

This is just the beginning. Next, they will become more and more crazy. They finally have the opportunity to have a place to let go. How could he let go so easily?

Show up? Go and think of something good!

Wang Xuebin, who is now invisible in the dark, is like a mouse falling into a rice jar. He can eat whatever he wants and he can eat.

How could he obey Jiuju’s first-class threats before he had eaten enough?

As for Wang Laodou's corpse, let's talk about it when you can hold on!

"Give it, it's already filled out!"

The man opposite who claimed to be an official of the Defense Department found no flaws. He took the form and did not look carefully. He nodded casually and turned around and left.

Although their mission is to find out the traces of Wang Guanlan, before they came to Osaka, the leaders of their own genres had instructed them to be smarter and pretend.

After all, they are not as powerful as Jiuju’s first-class. If they suffer a little loss, they are at risk of being removed from the list.

The disaster was caused by Jiuju’s first-class talent. Why do they let the schools of them take the blame? The sky collapsed and there was a tall one. Jiuju’s first-class talent had not yet collapsed, so it was not their turn to take the lead!

I want them to work hard, and I will talk about it when Jiuju is first-rate and dies!

Do you really think that if you have strong power, you can treat others as cannon fodder?

I'll eat shit!