Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

What a legendary life experience.

“Good! Since Master is so straightforward, then I won't hide anything.”

Ye Xing said with a smile.

“We came from Kyoto, wanting to see the famous sword stored in your temple, one of the Five Swords of the World, Juzumaru Tsunetsugu.”

“Oh dear, benefactor, this request of yours…”

The old monk looked embarrassed and shook his head.

“Juzumaru Tsunetsugu is a treasure of our temple. Unless we get the chief priest's approval, it's absolutely impossible to take it out.”

Before Ye Xing could reply, the old monk suddenly changed his tone, proudly saying.

“Fortunately, this old monk is the chief priest. Let's go, let's go see the sword.”

Toma Kazusa and Ogiso Setsuna followed behind, watching the old monk and Ye Xing chatting casually as if they had met kindred spirits. The two girls couldn't help but exchange glances, their expressions a little complicated.

This chief priest's personality… is really hard to describe.

After passing through several corners inside the temple, the old monk led the three to a room with simple and ancient furnishings, pointing to the long sword placed in a glass display case, with a string of black prayer beads wrapped around the hilt, and enveloped in spiritual energy in the eyes of Ye Xing and Toma Kazusa, he slowly said.

“The three benefactors, this is the treasure of our temple, one of the Five Swords of the World, Juzumaru Tsunetsugu.”

Chapter 328: Three People Spending the Night Together, Summer Time Rendering Island

“This is… Juzumaru Tsunetsugu…”

Wearing a black kimono, Toma Kazusa stepped forward, watching the famous sword lying quietly in the glass display case at close range, her expression still as calm as ever, only a hint of imperceptible excitement and joy floating in the depths of her eyes.

Ye Xing looked at the old monk and said with a smile.

“Chief priest, this Juzumaru Tsunetsugu…”

“No need to say more.”

The old monk waved his hand, suddenly saying something that surprised all three of them.

“If you can use it, then take it away.”

As soon as these words came out, the room became quiet.

In the end, Ye Xing was the first to react, looking at the old monk standing there with a smile, and returning the smile, he said.

“Master, you are a bit too straightforward, so straightforward that… it makes me a little suspicious.”

“This benefactor…”

The old monk slowly walked up to Ye Xing, maintaining a kind and amiable smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone.

“Since you came here today and specifically asked to see the treasure of our temple, Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, you must need this famous sword, just like you need Onimaru Kunitsuna and Mikazuki Munechika, isn't that right?”

“Oh?”

Hearing the old monk's words, Ye Xing didn't panic at all, but lightly smiled and asked.

“Master saying this… have you already guessed my identity?”

“Isn't that simple?”

The old monk said with a smile.

“The three of you said that you came all the way from Kyoto, and then directly said you wanted to see Juzumaru Tsunetsugu. Although this old monk can't feel any extraordinary power from you, that female benefactor's skill in concealing her spiritual power is not as good as yours. Combining the well-known incidents at the Tokyo National Museum and the Kyoto Municipal Museum, it's not difficult to guess your identity.”

“To be able to detect spiritual power fluctuations… it seems that you, Master, are also a spiritual power user.”

“What spiritual power user, this old monk doesn't quite understand your vocabulary, I can just see things that ordinary people can't see, and feel things that ordinary people can't feel.”

Hearing the old monk's answer, Ye Xing just nodded noncommittally, then asked in reply.

“But, I still don't quite understand. Juzumaru Tsunetsugu is a treasure of your temple. Although Master guessed my true identity, to just give it away like this is a bit too straightforward.”

“What's so hard to understand about that?”

The old monk put away his smile, walked to the glass display case, and looked down at Juzumaru Tsunetsugu placed inside.

“Juzumaru Tsunetsugu never belonged to this old monk personally, nor did it ever belong to Honko-ji Temple, it was just being kept in trust. And now…”

The old monk said here, looking at Toma Kazusa, Ogiso Setsuna, and Ye Xing, and slowly said.

“And entrusting Juzumaru Tsunetsugu into your hands, even if it's just to make a small contribution to protecting the lives of innocent people, this old monk and all the monks in Honko-ji Temple will have accumulated immeasurable merit.”

Hearing these words, Ye Xing was silent for a few seconds, then softly said.

“Master, the chief priest of Shitenno-ji Temple is indeed not as good as you. I, Kyoto's number one butter marksman, am willing to call you an enlightened monk.”

Just like there are differences even between gods.

Compared to this chief priest of Honko-ji Temple, what was that old monk of Shitenno-ji Temple?

Just for the obsession of becoming a Buddha himself, he directly became a puppet controlled by Sakura Rikka, and even installed bombs in Shitenno-ji Temple, turning this historic temple into ashes. In the end, he didn't become a Buddha, but only became a twisted monster with a Buddha-like appearance and three heads and six arms.

Looking at this chief priest, what is a true master?

Just one sentence, Juzumaru Tsunetsugu never belonged to him personally, nor did it belong to Honko-ji Temple, this state of mind can be called a truly enlightened monk.

Hearing Ye Xing's praise, the old monk put his hands together and bowed, a bit of smugness on his face.

“Eh, Benefactor Butter, what you said is absolutely right, you're just telling the truth.”

“I'm not butter, I'm a marksman.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry, Benefactor Marksman, what you said makes sense.”

Looking at the way Ye Xing and the old monk were talking, Ogiso Setsuna and Toma Kazusa exchanged glances, and the same thought sprouted in both of their hearts.

These two people…

Is this what it means to meet a kindred spirit?

The abstract channels have matched up?

“Since we've already said this, this old monk will open the lock on the display case first…”

“No need.”

Toma Kazusa waved her hand, interrupting the old monk's words, looking at the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu lying in the glass display case, and softly said.

"Does this display case have any kind of alarm system connected to it?"

"No."

The old monk shook his head, not bothering to hide anything.

"Such things would damage the spiritual essence of the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu. At least, that's what the monks believe. So, it's just an ordinary bulletproof glass display case."

"Alright."

Toma Kazusa nodded, gazing at the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu lying in the glass display case. She first took a deep breath, then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she had used her soul manifestation ability, forming the black, form-fitting long coat for action, the mask that only covered the upper half of her face, and the black hat, identical to the one she wore during the school festival performance, completely unleashing her spiritual power.

Then, she extended her snow-white, slender right hand towards the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, and softly said.

"Come."

Before the old monk could react, he suddenly heard a crisp metallic sound from inside the room.

He turned around and saw the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, which had been quietly lying in the glass display case, now gently trembling on its own. As the sound echoed, the string of black prayer beads on the hilt also creaked, as if unable to bear the weight.

"Bang!"

Less than two seconds later, under the old monk's gaze, the string of black prayer beads hanging on the hilt of the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu suddenly burst open, the beads striking the inside of the glass display case, making crisp sounds.

After the string of prayer beads burst, the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu seemed to have broken free from its seal, the blade trembling even more violently. The display case made of bulletproof glass also began to burst with fine cracks, eventually turning into fine fragments, falling to the ground like snowflakes.

"This is… Juzumaru Tsunetsugu…"

Watching the long sword break free from its restraints and come into her hand, Toma Kazusa slowly closed her right hand, gripping the hilt, and softly said.

"Very good."

The head monk was now completely dumbfounded. He didn't even try to pretend to be calm, opting for authenticity. The shock in his heart was directly displayed on his face.

Wait…

Is that how you take a sword?

The old monk did intend for Yozora and the others to take the Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, but the point was, the sword actually broke free on its own, shattered the glass display case, and flew directly into the black-haired girl's hand without anyone having to take it?

Wait, Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, are you that unhappy staying in Honno-ji Temple?

Have I mistreated you in any way?

Is there any need to be this impatient? Can't you consider the feelings of your old owner!

"This… this…"

Looking at the shattered glass display case, the head monk shook his head with a helpless expression.

"I can understand that taking the sword like this is more impressive, but… I was thinking of putting a replica in there and pretending nothing happened. Now it seems I'll have to buy a new bulletproof display case."

"Sorry, Master."

"It's fine, it's fine. I'll just ask the city government for it."

The head monk waved his hand, then said with a smile.

"This… 'Mask' Mr., how about leaving me your contact information? Who knows, there might be something I can help you with in the future."

Yozora nodded and chuckled.

"Sure, how should we leave it? Should we arrange a day each month for a dream transmission?"

Head Monk: "…Exchanging email addresses will do…"

"Oh, Master, you even have a phone?"

"What are you saying? I'm a monk, not a caveman."

After they each took out their phones and exchanged contact information, Yozora asked curiously.

"Master, what's your name? I can't just write 'Master' as a note, can I?"

The head monk put his hands together, revealing a meaningful, profound smile, and slowly said.

"It doesn't matter, the Buddha… is without form."

"You're putting on airs here, aren't you?"

Head Monk: "…My surname was Miyamoto before I became a monk, just call me that."

After saying that, the head monk added with a smile.

"However, I prefer you call me Master. After all, being called Master by a hero who protects the world makes me feel really good."

"Master Miyamoto, you're being a bit too real, tone it down a bit."

"Tone down my ass. I'm already over seventy years old. I finally outlived all the elders. I'm the most senior now. If I don't go wild now, wouldn't I have lived in vain?"

"True, Master's Buddhist teachings are profound, what you said really makes sense."

…

After returning to the hotel, Ogiso Setsuna breathed a sigh of relief, carefully examining Toma Kazusa, who was wearing a kimono and had a model-like figure, her eyes looking here and there, as if searching for something.

"What are you doing?"

"Eh? Where's the sword? It's gone?"

"I put it away."

Hearing this, Ogiso Setsuna became even more curious: "Where did you put it?"

Toma Kazusa pondered for a moment, explaining in the most concise and clear language possible.

"I had my soul's true form hold the sword. The sword will then change from a physical state to a state that cannot be 'observed' by ordinary people. Then, when I release the soul manifestation, the sword will disappear with my soul's true form. When I need to use it next time, I can directly summon my soul's true form, and it will return to my hand, understand?"

Ogiso Setsuna nodded as if she understood, then shook her head.

"I don't understand."

Toma Kazusa didn't show any impatience, but gently comforted her.

"You'll understand when you become a spiritual power user too."

"Can I… become a spiritual power user too?"