Demon Sword Man's Journey to Honmaru

"I am one of the Five Swords of the World. My name is Suzumaru Koji. During the long time when people's values ​​have changed several times, I have been searching for what Buddhism and Taoism are....To kill people, to protect Buddhism. That's it. Is the way of existence wrong..."

With the flash of light, a faintly sad voice came out of it, the long black and white hair that dragged to the ground, entangled with the long rosary beads beside the young man, swaying with the wind, colliding with each other and making a melodious sound There was a blunt sound, eyes half-closed, with some sadness on his face that came from nowhere, his eyes slightly raised, looking at the person who summoned him, he opened his lips, "I don't know, let me descend into this homicide , is it also the guidance given to me by the Buddha?"

Raising his head to look at the sword that appeared from his hand, he glanced at Sanriyue aside from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help sighing softly: "It's indeed one of the five swords in the world..."

That detached temperament, tall and straight body, and those long legs that are completely disproportionate to the body... all made a certain god judge who was only 160 express deep jealousy.

Shuzhuwan nodded slightly, and replied: "Where... If you compare with Your Highness, it is not worth mentioning."

"Oh?" Yaodao opened his eyes slightly, looking at the aloof youth in front of him with a little surprise, "You know me?"

Shuzhuwan shook his head and smiled gently, "As a Buddhist disciple, I can still clearly see that the master has an incredible degree of merit. It's not something I can match just because of the sword."

"Well, is there such a function in cultivating Buddha?" Yaodao looked around him in surprise, but found no golden light, then turned his head to a certain two monks in a panic, and asked: "Jiang Xue, Shanfu, you also Can you see the glitter on my body? I always feel that people like me are so infiltrating with golden light..."

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Jiang Xue's calm face, "My lord... I have fallen in the dark, even if I could see it before, I can't now."

On the other hand, Yamabuku Kunihiro smiled boldly, "Kakaka", "The little monk only knows some physical things, Kakaka."

"Really..." Looking at the two people who didn't look like monks at all, the corners of their mouths twitched, and then they shuddered, "I feel sick when I think of the golden light on my body..."

"..." Suzumaru opened his eyes wide, with a little surprise on his plain face. From his appearance to now, he has been slowly observing this Honmaru who is about to become his dwelling place, but with his godhead, he can clearly see I can feel the breath of the two dark swords in this pill, and one of them is the young man with light blue hair who has the appearance of a monk who just said that he has fallen without care, and he can clearly feel that the young man in front of him is covered by merit. How terrifying is the murderous intent.

While he was in a daze, the boy suddenly touched his chin, looked at himself carefully, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Well, by the way, Shuzhuwan, I have something to ask you..."

Shuzhuwan came back to his senses, and then calmed down his emotions, and replied with some doubts: "What's the matter? If I can answer it, I must answer it."

"Suzumaru-san is a sword, right?"

"Ah."

"As a sword, it's for fighting, right?"

"..." Shuzhuwan's eyes darkened, he silently clenched his body tightly, and after sorting out his words, he said, "My lord, don't worry about me. Even a Buddha sometimes takes up weapons to protect the goodness of the world. Not to mention the time-traveling army trying to change history."

"No... I didn't ask that."

Hearing Shuzhuwan's answer, Yaodao froze for a moment, shook his head, looked at Suzhuwan's long hair and the rosary wrapped around him with a tangled face, and asked with difficulty: "Shuzhuwan-san... When you fight, if you move violently, won't your hair get tangled with the rosary?"

"···"

The calmness on Shuzhuwan's face was suddenly shattered after the young man asked this sentence, he looked blankly at the long rosary beads around him and his long hair that dragged the floor, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

After a while, Shuzhuwan replied hesitantly: "I'm sorry, my lord, as a human, I haven't been to the battlefield yet..."

Qing Jiang couldn't help but walked up, patted Shuzhuwan's shoulder, and comforted him: "Your Highness Shuzhuwan, don't pay too much attention to what the master said...sometimes the master is a little twitchy."

Shuzhuwan came back to his senses again, looked at the young man who patted his shoulder, and nodded clearly, "His Highness Qingjiang? Long time no see."

"Well, then I'll take you to visit Honmaru first..."

"Okay." Shuzhuwan nodded, then looked in the direction of a certain boy, looked at the Yaodao who was surrounded by Yingwan and Candlestick at some point, and asked, "Don't you need to say hello to the master?"

"Oh, no need." Qing Jiang looked at the scene and nodded clearly, and waved his hands, "Those two people still have something to do with the Lord, and I will explain it to you slowly..."

"Oh···"

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small theater.

Cha Wan had a gentle face, "Master, come and have tea with me."

Yaodao looked troubled, "But, I want to play You..."

Cha Wan forcibly interrupted, and grabbed the hand of a certain demon knife, "Hurry up, my lord, His Highness Sanriyue is waiting."

(My lord, before Da Baoping comes, please drink tea with me...)

A certain demon knife wants to cry but has no tears.

Two days off, my mother is going to the disaster area to give psychological counseling to the refugees, and I will follow (cover my face)