save the judge

Wanwu opened by Shizheng covers a very large area. Due to the daily flow of people is not small. In order to protect the safety of the gods, the route from Honmaru to Wanwu has gone through three jumps. He started to vomit when he got out of the transition point, and soon a cleaning robot drove over and waited beside him, and he seemed to be used to such a scene.

Jingongsiquan looked around, and Yaoyan, who was familiar with the road, had already gone to the side to find the directions. After looking at it for a while, he shook his head: "General, we have to jump again. The location of that store is a bit remote, not in this area. .”

Just like each Honmaru has its own number and its own area, Wanwu also has a corresponding number. Generally, the God-inspectors arrive at the Wanwu in the corresponding area of ​​the Honmaru, and people who cross regions to other sites do not many.

It's not impossible, it's just a little troublesome.

When Jingujiquan came out of the converter again, his whole face was already blue, and Kagemaru half hugged him and took him to the bench beside him, Yaken ran wildly to buy him a glass of lemonade.

The slightly sour taste of lemon poured into his mouth, which made his drowsy mind a little clearer, and he noticed that Yaoken had been squatting in front of him, and his black gloved hands were helping him to hold the bottom of the cup .

"...Thank you." Jingongjiquan said softly, the fingers holding the cup were as thin as reed sticks, which made him feel heartbroken.

Yaoyan took back the cup and held it upright, and looked at Jingongjiquan's face worriedly: "General, your condition is very bad. If you really can't hold on, we will come back in a few days..."

Halfway through his words, he was cut off by Jingujiquan's slightly raised hand, and Keimaru listened with lowered eyes, wanting to speak, but he still didn't speak.

"It shouldn't take long. They've already arrived here anyway, and it's a pain to go back."

Jingongjiquan said casually, and raised his chin towards the front: "The map is over there, go and have a look."

Once he couldn't persuade Yaoyan, he stopped talking, adjusted his glasses a few times, memorized the map in his heart, and pointed in a direction: "It should be heading there, but it's not far away."

The scenery of Wanwu imitates the buildings of the current Taisho era. The narrow bluestone road is built up step by step. The houses on both sides are close to each other. The eaves are layered and undulating. Be careful of the moss under your feet.

There is a door plate made of long wooden boards hanging at the door of each house. The name is written on it with thick ink. There are four or five red lanterns in a row dangling on the doors on both sides. The outer skin of the lantern is a bit old-fashioned. Pink after fading skin.

Standing at the bottom of the lowest stairs and looking up, Jingujiquan felt a sense of space-time confusion for a moment.

Shizheng is really a wonderful place, relying on high technology, controlling the power of time and space, but stubbornly attached to those old things, be it Honmaru or Wanwu, they are all arranged in such a way that only seen in history The appearance makes people sometimes really confused what they are thinking.

Jingujiquan specially changed into a kimono before going out, with a long haori draped over his shoulders, just enough to cover the dagger at his waist, the wind blew over and swept the neckline, making him shiver involuntarily.

Kagemaru supported him to go up, and stopped to rest three times in 10 minutes. In the end, it was Jingongjiquan who gave in first and let Kisemaru carry him up.

The store is hidden at the corner of two small paths, and the facade has become a rather trendy fan shape. There are six or seven large buckets at the door, filled with bright and colorful flowers, which brighten up the entire dark street at once. , the word "Flower Affairs" is written on the wooden door plate, which is extremely perfunctory.

The keeper of the store is a plain-looking woman with excellent temperament, sitting on a pony to tidy up the bouquet in front of her, wearing a kimono suitable for movement, with the sleeves tied up by climbing arms, revealing two fair-skinned arms and long hair Also behind her head, a beautiful flower hairpin was placed on the hairpin. The colorful floral flowers set off the fair skin, and even the plain appearance showed a little beauty and gentleness.

"Are you here to see the flowers? I happened to pick two bouquets of wild daisies today. If you don't mind, you can take them back to the smoke house."

The woman's smile is very natural, and she greets the guests with a smile, and her tone is as comfortable as chatting with a friend.

Jingujiquan took a look inside and outside the shop. As the evening approached, there were few people coming and going. Nearly half of the shops on the street were half closed. The passing Fusangshen and the appraisers were all looking at other shops. The store was just passed by them with a quick glance.

"I want toon flowers, do you have them here?" Jingongjiquan folded his hands in his sleeves and said after pondering for a moment.

The woman's smile restrained a little, and her eyes showed a little bit of surprise. She looked carefully at Jingujiquan for a while, and then asked tentatively: "You... this is not a good season for cultivating camellias, and there are generally no flowers in flower shops. The entire pot of flowers will not be sold here, if you want it, you can only place an order first and send it in a few days."

Jingong Jiquan looked at her fixedly, and said word by word: "I want it now."

The woman was dipping her hands in a large basin of cold water to prune flower branches. The snow-white and tender yellow chrysanthemums were filled with flowers, and the water surface was floating with fallen petals and withered leaves.

"Okay, I understand what you mean, please come in." She stood up, dried her hands on the towel on one side, and raised the curtain for Jingujiquan.

Yaoken and Xiwan followed him in one after another. The woman didn't say a word. After they entered, she closed the wooden door, turned the wooden sign of "Closed Business" outward, and then raised a hand towards Jingongjiquan: " Come here, please."

Passing through the narrow shop, the woman opened another door, Jingujiquan walked in, and found that it was actually a large courtyard.

It may be used as a place for shop owners to live. It is older than the Honmaru building structure. Two large water tanks occupy a small half of the courtyard, and the rest of the place is covered with weeds and wildflowers, as if no one has lived in it for a long time. deserted courtyard.

"How do you know this place?" The woman led the way in front, pointing them to avoid the flimsy planks on the ground and the soaked steps. They walked through the curtain doors with flowers and beauties, and walked into more and more places. The neater and extravagant it is, as if stepping into another luxurious world.

Yaken raised his face, and he even heard shamisen and a woman's laughter coming from somewhere.

"I heard about it when I was at the party," Jingujiquan replied without any flaws, "I just tried to see if I could get help. After all, such a thing is completely against the rules."

"Regulations..." The woman leading the way couldn't help laughing, and repeated the word, with obvious mockery in her tone.

"Then what kind of help do you need?" When they crossed a waterfall with wisteria flowers hanging down, the woman once again blocked the wisteria that was falling like a rain curtain for him.

Jingongjiquan nodded silently to her and thanked her: "Can I help you with anything?"

Hearing this, the woman raised the end of her eyes slightly, and leaned closer to him: "Besides the regulations, as long as we can do it, it's fine."

Something deep and weird like a whirlpool appeared in her black pupils. Jingu Jiquan lowered his head calmly, coughed a few times, and avoided the topic: "Well, it's actually not that exaggerated."

He lifted the hem of Haori's clothes a little bit, revealing the Taidao hidden underneath, the woman's eyes immediately fell on it, and after a few seconds of careful observation, Jingujiquan put down Haori: "Can it be solved?"

The woman thought for a while, then nodded lightly: "It's not difficult, this way please."

The time flow here seems to be different from the time flow outside. It is still daytime in Wanwu, but it is already twilight here, and the surroundings are shrouded in a hazy halo. Somewhere lights are lit up, shining through the masked paper outside. on the corridor.

The woman finally stopped in front of a door, knocked lightly on the door twice, then opened the door, and said to Jingujiquan behind her: "Please come in, the other two please wait outside."

Yaken seemed to want to say something, but Jingujiquan gave him a comforting look, looked at Kewan again, and walked in.

The curtain door is closed behind, and this is a small Japanese room, inside there is only a low table and two balls of papyrus cushions, and an old bronze oil lamp on the table, emitting a dim light.

Jingujiizumi sat down on the seat cushion calmly, and put mustakiri on his lap.

After a while, there was a click on the opposite wall, which turned out to be a door molded into the wall, and a... monk came out from inside and sat opposite the Jingu Temple Spring.

Jingujiquan was stunned for a moment.

This looks like a genuine innocent monk, with a dilapidated Zen stick in his hand, and the monk's robe looks like it has been washed many times, and the edges of the clothes are washed out. The white texture of the fabric and the faint light from a bald head make the room brighter.

Jingujiquan was speechless for a moment.

Back in time, there is still this type?

If it wasn't for Baishi's confirmation, he might really think that this is an ordinary organization after he walked in.

Really... the aura of this monk is too similar to Zuo Wenwen's family.

That kind of Buddhist melancholy temperament of "let him go whatever you like" permeated his whole body, his face was full of expressions of not caring about anything...

It was as if Jiang Xue Zuowen sat in front of him.

Jingujiquan straightened his back unconsciously.

The monk who seemed to be in his 30s closed his eyes half-closed, his voice was as soft as a whisper, and his tone was full of compassion and pity: "So, what do you want?"

The tone and manner of this question are also very similar!

Jingujiquan involuntarily deserted.

He was in a daze for two seconds, but he still didn't forget the business, and put the mustache on the table.

The monk's eyes fell on the vibrating sword, and he patrolled back and forth for a week, sighing like condemnation and regret: "Darkness..."

He looked at Jingujiquan with a cold look, obviously he had already completed the one hundred and eight forms of torturing the sword in his mind, but he didn't say much, and turned the rosary in his hand silently: " ...I can only keep him sane, and he can't return to his original state. A sword that has fallen in the dark is more dangerous than a normal sword. public area."

He spoke at an unhurried pace, without any ups and downs, as if he had repeated the lines countless times: "Moreover, he will not be able to accept your spiritual power and become an existence free from all the fusangshen in Honmaru. If you want to live, you can only accept the same dirty power."

"In order for him to survive, you need to find a steady stream of dark fallen Fusangshen to feed him..." He paused on this word, as if feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Leave him in Honmaru, but don't give him enough spiritual power to sustain his life. Sooner or later, he will go berserk due to the weakening and pain of his strength. You don't want to see the scene of dark fall Fusangshen running away. If you don't If you have the heart to break him, you can banish him to the battlefield, maybe he can live longer."

He made this cruel-sounding opinion with a deadpan face.

"Now, do you still want to keep this dark sword?"

There was a bit of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, obviously he had seen such a god judge a lot, and he guessed what choice he would make. Letting a dark sword stay in the main pill is completely different from making offerings to a dark sword , at least so far, he has not heard of any god judge who can persist in bringing back the dark fallen Fusangshen and make offerings to the end.

Most of them disappeared after a while, and it didn't take much to ask what their masters had done for them.

The monk closed his eyes and continued to turn the beads, waiting for the answer from the sick and pale young man before him.