The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"What a leisure time."

"You mean you have to watch because you are too weak to help, but you find that the two sides are fighting inextricably. The time is too long. You want to find a place to rest for a while?"

"As expected of Reimu, you understand me."

"Then you must know what I want to do next?"

"Sorry! It was my fault! Don't slap me in the face!"

"."

Raising and lowering her fist, although Reimu really wanted to teach Wu Ye a lesson as usual, but thinking of herself doing the same, she seemed to feel a little awkward in her heart, which made her really reluctant to do it.

"Tsk."

Smacking her lips irritably, Reimu's hands crossed on her chest were always swaying, putting them down for a while, and putting them away again for a while, she must be very entangled now.

"To be honest, it feels like the two of us are here to cheat our teammates."

"Whose fault do you think this is?!"

"Yes, yes, it's my fault."

Wu Ye accepted all the faults honestly, and then asked curiously: "By the way, Reimu, I came out to help because I need their help to return to that world. Why did you come here?"

"." Lingmeng turned his head away and said nothing.

"You, were you still hostile to them just now?" Wu Ye chased after him and asked, "Why did you suddenly act together? You also got into trouble with Ms. Kazami."

"Stop talking!" Lingmeng's face flashed a bit of embarrassment, and she said violently: "I am happy, just leave me alone!"

"oh"

Wu Ye is not weak in observing words and emotions, so he knows that when Lingmeng is angry, he should learn to shut up.

A gust of wind blew by, and Wu couldn't help it anymore. It was a bit difficult to make him OB not let him talk. In order to prevent Reimu from finding an excuse to get mad, he had to change the topic.

"Reimu, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Wu Ye, I have two pieces of bad news, do you want to hear them all together?"

"Please be merciful."

The defeated Wu Ye laughed twice and said: "The first one is good news. I already know the true identity of the seemingly amazing saint below."

"who is it?"

"Actually, he is really great, well, it should be her," after a moment of silence, Wu Ye said with some trepidation: "I remember that I had set some extraordinary flags before, but I didn't expect that it would be repaid in this world. So fast."

"So who is she?" Reimu asked impatiently.

"She is quite famous in Japanese history, at least I remember her even if my history is so bad."

After a while, Wu Ye said the name: "Prince Shotoku."

"." Even if Lingmeng had been prepared for a long time, he couldn't help being stunned. It's not that this person's popularity is too low, but too high!

Even Reimu, who had little knowledge of the history of the outside world, knew of her existence, which in itself already explained the problem.

But what Reimu cares about is——

"Wait a minute, isn't that guy a loyal Buddhist?" Lingmeng pointed in disbelief at the golden retriever below who was holding a seven-star sword and swaggeringly using Taoist techniques: "Isn't that a Taoist dress?"

".Who knows, history and truth are far apart, aren't they?"

Takeru only struggled with this for a short while before he was relieved. Ever since he met the dead girl named Kaguya, he now has doubts about all historical records that claim to be true.

"Okay, then let it be considered that she is really Prince Shotoku."

"It doesn't count, she really is, she really crawled out of the grave, is she said to be a corpse or something?"

"So what, then, what's the bad news you're talking about?"

"Have you forgotten? Lingmeng, why did we learn about her when we were young?"

"Huh? You're talking"

Reimu was suddenly startled. Takeya's words finally made her recall those forgotten details of the past.

In terms of temperament, Takeya and Reimu are not the type who are very interested in learning. Among the three little kids who grew up playing in the shrine, Marisa is the one who barely loves reading. After all, she is a magician.

The remaining Reimu and Takeya basically turned around and left when they saw Teacher Huiyin. In Takeya's case, the reason was simple, because he didn't want to become bald if he was studying even while dreaming!

As for Reimu, it was just because it was troublesome. In fact, in terms of talent, Reimu was far above everyone else. She was the one who taught a certain ice spirit how to count 12-9.

Under such circumstances, the knowledge that the two of them could learn and remember was very rare, but even so, they still firmly remembered the four words Prince Shotoku in their minds.

There is naturally only one reason for doing this, and that is that Reimu and Takeru took the initiative to accept this part of the knowledge under the influence of the previous generations of shrine maidens.

At that time, the previous generation of shrine maidens only had one sentence to arouse their curiosity——

"I heard that that person's face is printed on the 10,000-yuan currency outside the world."

According to Takeya's later research, Prince Shotoku's portrait was indeed printed on the 10,000-yen coin, but it seemed to be from the 20th century. But even so, her power cannot be denied.

At one point, Reimu even planned to worship Prince Shotoku as a god, because doing so would make her feel closer to Saikan.

At this moment, Reimu seemed to finally understand what Takeya meant by the bad news.

“You’re dead—!” Lingmeng let out a scream, holding his head as if to avoid reality: “Who can’t beat me for 10,000 yuan?!”

"Hey, it's not 10,000 yuan, it's the prince, the prince! Isn't it rude to call someone 10,000 yuan?"

"Is there a difference?! Idiot! Retarded! Why didn't you warn me earlier!"

"The ghost knows that the one crawling out of the grave will be Prince Shotoku! Wearing Taoist clothes, only a ghost can guess her identity!"

"So it's Cuixiang's fault?"

"Listen to me! That's not what I mean!"

"Ah, what should we do now?"

Reimu began to gnaw on his fingers in a disfigured manner, and Wu couldn't help but want to remind him to pay attention to his image. He really didn't want to be stopped by someone in the crowd that day to ask about a certain witch's style.

"No! We can't wait any longer!"

Lingmeng seemed to have made up her mind. The belief in her eyes was so firm at this moment: "Save people, save people! Get 10,000 yuan out first!"

"I told you, it's not 10,000 yuan, it's the prince, what the hell?!"

The two were about to go down, when suddenly a wave of air hit Takeya, and even Reimu almost lost his footing by accident. After pulling Takeya up, the two of them looked down, and saw a skyrocketing His domineering demonic power is not much weaker than Feng Jian Youxiang.

And it was none other than the real Akong who released this demonic energy.

Wu Ye stared at Akong in the center of the air wave with wide eyes. For a moment, he only felt that the coldness on the other person's body seemed familiar.