Ninja Mythology: The Strongest Sand Hidden

Chapter 15 Believers
Zong Mi and Xie were walking on the streets of Sha Yin Village, and as for Ye Cang...she left in a hurry after delivering the fruit basket.

This is just a small episode for Zongya. After all, in this precarious ninja world, he will not think about other things until he has enough strength.

The wind above the village made a deep 'woo-woo' sound, but for these villagers, this was already a common sound, so this did not hinder their enthusiasm in the slightest.

"Come and see! Horse sausage smoked with secret sauce and spruce leaves!"

"You have a lot of aftertaste after eating one, and you want another one!" A middle-aged man with a beard shouted vigorously at the corner of the street.

After hearing the sound, Xie walked directly to the uncle. He bent down, grabbed a piece of horse intestine with his hand, and squeezed the texture.

But Zong Mi could only follow behind with a helpless face, and he looked at the sections of smoked horse intestines on the stall with a disgusted face.

Different from ordinary meat sausages, the size of smoked horse sausages is very eye-catching, basically as thick as an adult's arm, and the length is about the same.

This novel food appeared in Hidden Sand Village two or three years ago. It is said that it is a secret recipe handed down by a tribe deep in the Land of Wind.

Scorpion didn't know why he was attracted by this shriveled, dark food.

Seeing this kind of food, Zong Mi didn't have the desire to eat at all. Under the bewitching of Xie, Zong Mi vomited out the next bite on the spot, and felt sick for several days afterwards.

However, according to 'Dark Gourmet' Xie, he likes this strong and thick taste very much.

Soya only wanted to say that the process of chewing smoked horse intestines was more like a horse with epileptic seizures lying on his tongue.

This kind of stimulation is not something ordinary people can bear...

Zong Mi felt that it might be because Xie suffered a huge blow when he was a child, so that his heart was closed. This kind of extremely unrestrained and stimulating food can open his heart and let him feel the taste of life again...

According to the stall owner, this kind of smoked horse intestines is very nutritious. If a child grows up eating horse intestines, he must be in good health!

Zong Mi looked at Xie who left the booth carrying a few large strings of horse intestines, and a slight smile appeared on his mouth.

"Zong Mi, I'm going to bring some horse intestines to grandma, do you want to go with me?" Xie asked.

"Eh... Mother-in-law Chiyo is also getting older, her digestion ability may not be very good, and food like horse intestines may not be suitable for her..." Zong Mi hinted with some concern.

"Really?" Scorpion tilted his head slightly.

"Of course, but if you want to give her a little bit, it's fine." Grandma Chiyo used to ask herself to report the whereabouts of scorpions, so he also learned a lot of ninjutsu from Grandma Chiyo.

For Grandma Chiyo, Soya is still grateful.

Now seeing the reconciliation between Xie and Grandma Chiyo, he is considered a 'life mentor'.

After all, both their grandparents and grandchildren are now fighting for the same difficult goal, so the knot in their hearts is naturally easy to untie.

"Go back, I'll go back to the temple too!" Zong Mi naturally wouldn't go with Xie.

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In the afternoon, Somi returned to the familiar temple.

From a distance, Zong Mi saw a thick ginkgo tree rising from the ground in the backyard of the temple, with broad branches and leaves stretching around.

At this time, the ginkgo leaves seem to be covered with a layer of clouds, and under the sunlight, they are not only green, but also emit colorful and blurred brilliance.

Coupled with the caress of the wind, those lights seem to be embedded in the leaves, flickering with the swing of the leaves, just like the sun shining on the water, sparkling, in the desert, it is so green, A big tree full of vitality is really rare.

This may also strengthen the faith in the hearts of the surrounding civilians.

Today's pilgrims are in an endless stream, and the green smoke curls up, and it is blown away by the wind after reaching midair.

"Uncle Yanhua!" Zong Mi shouted.

The eyes of the middle-aged monk who was entertaining the pilgrims lit up, he hurriedly greeted Zong Mi after a few words with the person in front of him.

"I heard you were hospitalized? Are you okay?" Uncle Yanhua grabbed Zong Mi's shoulder and patted him.

"Can I still stand here if I have something to do? Don't worry, I have my own measure." Zong Mi laughed.

"It's spread in the village. Your kid has saved a lot of ninjas in the village by fighting three ninja swordsmen alone..." Master Yanhua's news is quite well-informed.

"Hey! I was careless! I almost gave my life there..." Zong Mi looked helpless and a little scared.

"Everything needs to be done according to one's ability, see the situation clearly, don't be impulsive, your own life is the most important thing!" Uncle Yanhua educated.

Zong Mi exchanged pleasantries with Uncle Yanhua for a while before going to the backyard.

Zong Mi raised his head and looked at the emerald green ginkgo leaves in the sky. The sunlight passed through the gaps between the branches and leaves, leaving fan-shaped shadows on the ground.

"Are you back?" An old voice sounded.

"Yes, master... I'm back..." Zong Mi looked towards the room ahead, and there was an elderly monk standing at the door, with a thin body and a hale and hearty body.

The breeze blew past, the leaves made a rustling sound, and the shadows on the ground also shook.

When the two returned to the house, Zong Mi talked about the experience during this period of time.

The kettle is placed on top of the charcoal stove. The red charcoal fire licks the bottom of the kettle, and the kettle makes a 'grunt' sound from time to time.

The old monk smiled and listened quietly, but occasionally his expression froze when he heard that Zong Mi was in danger.

"That's it!" After Zong Mi finished speaking in one breath, he felt a little thirsty. When he looked down, he found that a cup of steaming tea had already been placed on the table, Zong Mi's heart warmed.

There are some green tea leaves and rice grains in the yellow tea, and Zong Mi drinks it with a toast. In addition to the faint fragrance of green tea, it also contains the special aroma of roasted rice. The aromas of tea and rice are organically blended. There is a sweet aftertaste.

"Zongmi! Actually, I have something I want to ask you for a long time..." After Zongmi drank the tea in one breath, the old monk silently picked up the boiling kettle and refilled the teacup in front of Zongmi.

"You grew up in a monastery, but you never seem to believe in these gods and Buddhas?" the old monk asked.

"Yes!" Zong Mi said calmly.

"Why?" the old monk asked.

"Because gods and Buddhas as beliefs can only restrain the behavior of pious people, when encountering unbelievers or pagans, it will cause conflicts instead."

"The monks serve the gods and Buddhas all day long, and they have never seen the gods and Buddhas coming to save the world."

"The monastery is just a spiritual home yearning for peace. It cannot bring true peace, nor can it escape the waves of reality." Zong Mi replied without thinking.

Hearing this answer, the old monk fell silent. Obviously, as a monk who was sincere and good-hearted all his life, he had also witnessed so many years of war and strife.

He also knew very well in his heart that Zongya's words hit the crux of religion.

(End of this chapter)