Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 387
Chapter 380: Deception
Seeing Jin Yazhang in front of him turned into a handsome and feminine young man, Han Yan felt terrified, as if there were thousands of poisonous snakes crawling on his body, he couldn't help shivering:
"This... this is... when..."

The confidants around him were unexpectedly dropped by someone without a sound, so it's no wonder Han Yan was so groggy.

The black shadow smiled coldly:
"It's just Shinto ninjutsu, and you want to come to the class to practice axes?"

He pressed lightly with his fingers, and Masahiko Shimadzu's forehead was visibly sunken by a large piece, and the creaking sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard endlessly.

Under the severe pain, this Shinto genius planed his hands and pedals, and let out a terrifying and low-pitched ho-ho roar, which was creepy.

The black shadow gently threw him to the ground, tapped his chest with his toes and said:
"Who sent you here?"

Shimadzu Masahiko is not stupid, he knew that once he said the name of Genyoko, he would lose his use value, and he would definitely die, so he endured the pain and said loudly:

"You promised to let me go, and I'll tell you, I still know a lot of secrets..."

It's a pity that just halfway through the words, there was a "pop", his chest was like a rotten watermelon, it was stepped on and burst, and the broken internal organs flowed all over the floor.

"So much nonsense, I gave you face?"

Soi Ying snorted disdainfully, as if it was just an ant that was trampled to death.

A white light flashed, wrapping Masahiko Shimadzu's fate, and teleporting him out of the floating habitat.

This smug Japanese genius walker, after all, still failed to escape the fate of being eliminated.

Hei Ying rubbed the soles of his shoes impatiently, and said to the tongue-tied Han Ba:
"Clean up here..."

Before the words were finished, a beam of colorful Buddha light was suddenly released from Masahiko Shimadzu's body, dispelling the ink-like darkness in an instant.

In the masterpiece of light, an illusory and misty face emerged in it, smiling slightly, like a Buddha holding a flower, transparent and clear.

Hanba changed color again, and said in a panic:

"Master, this... this is Xu Xingzi!"

Under the light of the Buddha, the face hidden in the black shadow finally revealed its true face.

Qing Huang is thin and thin, wearing a silk tuan dragon robe, embroidered with twelve five-clawed golden dragons, lifelike.

What is particularly impressive is the long scars on the face of the black shadow man running from left to right across the entire face, with teeth and claws, ferocious and ferocious...

……

at the same time.

The outer city of the capital, between Yongdingmen and Zhengyangmen.

flyover.

This is one of the busiest places in Yanjing City.

Three teachings and nine streams, five elements and eight works, all kinds of juggling and all kinds of food, the strong atmosphere of the city melts into the world of mortals and turns into all kinds of life.

Those who play ventriloquism, those who talk about cross talk, those who sing big drums, those who play foreign movies, those who sell tricks...

Countless entertainers performed here, mixed with fish and dragons, noisy and full of fireworks.

Xu Xingzi sat cross-legged on a small stone pier one foot square, with his heart upturned, holding a rosary, and meditating with his eyes closed, incompatible with the surrounding noise, as if he formed a world of his own.

Since early in the morning, he has been maintaining this posture, which has attracted many ordinary people watching the bustle on the overpass to stop and watch in amazement.

Strange to say, there will be a strange and strange tranquility in the hearts of the people around here. They are obviously in the downtown area, but they seem to be in the mountains and swamps, wilderness forests, refreshing and incomparably carefree.

Everyone thought it was a new program, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time, and some even threw out a few copper coins as rewards.

Suddenly, the monk opened his eyes, jumped down from the stone pier, and said with a slight smile:
"finally found you……"

As he spoke, he flicked the sleeves of his robe, rolled up the copper plate on the ground, and strode away from the overpass, leaving a group of stunned pedestrians behind, heading straight for the Jiantiansi yamen.

So far, everything is according to Xu Xingzi's plan.

Masahiko Shimadzu's body had already been restrained by him, and he sent him to Lama Temple as a substitute for a dead ghost, and finally managed to find out the identity of the ghost leader.

Next, with the help of Supervisor Tiansi behind Xin Ziqiu, he can get twice the result with half the effort and complete the plan as soon as possible.

Xu Xingzi walked quickly, and while walking, he kept writing and drawing on the inner lining of the monk's robe with a pen. By the time he finished writing, he had already entered the inner city.

At the entrance of the alley where Jiantiansi Yamen is located, there are several guards patrolling with knives, as if strangers are not allowed to enter.

Seeing Xu Xingzi approaching, a guard shouted angrily:
"The yamen is an important place. Idlers are not allowed to enter. Is there a passing card?"

Xu Xingzi clasped his hands together and smiled slightly:
"The poor monk came to find a chief executive, please inform the benefactor, his name is Ding Si."

The guard's eyes widened, and he was about to explode, but when he heard Ding Si's name, his smiling face instantly changed:
"The master is Lord Ding's friend? Then you wait here for a while, and I will go and see if Mr. Qian is in the yamen."

Then he turned and walked into the alley.

Xu Xingzi couldn't help smiling when he heard the words, it seemed that Xin Ziqiu seemed to be doing well in Jiantiansi.

He straightened his robes and was about to find a place to sit down when suddenly a timid voice sounded beside him:

"Master, please reward me with some copper coins. I haven't eaten for several days."

Xu Xingzi turned his head to look, and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old beggar with muddy face, pulling his sleeve with one hand, and holding a broken bowl in the other hand as if begging.

Seeing that the child was pitiful, he nodded with a smile, took out the dozens of copper coins he had just obtained at Tianqiao from his sleeve, and threw them all into the bowl.

The little beggar suddenly smiled:

"Thank you, master! My lord has said that you can't ask for money from others for nothing, why don't I sing you a song about the falling of the lotus flower."

As he spoke, he took out two dirty seven-piece bamboo boards from his bosom, the big one was punched with two pieces, and the small one was punched with five pieces, and he punched the boards for three rounds one by one, as if to sing:
"I'm singing..."

Xu Xingzi couldn't laugh or cry, he pressed the little beggar's hand:

"Little benefactor, the poor monk has something else to do, so you don't have to sing, take the money and buy some steamed buns."

The little beggar was aggrieved and put away the bamboo board, and said to Xu Xingzi:

"Master, do you think I can't sing well? Then let me tell you a story. My grandfather said that I am the best at telling stories."

Xu Xingzi was not interested in hearing any stories, he shook his head and said:
"No need, aren't you hungry? Go shopping quickly."

The little beggar stared at Xu Xingzi miserably with his big eyes and said:

"My story is very interesting, please listen to it, Master... Once upon a time, there was a man named 'Luo Hu', and then he fell ill, very seriously..."

Xu Xingzi didn't want to get entangled with him at first, he was about to interrupt, but when he heard the second half of the little beggar's words, he was startled suddenly, as if killed by lightning:

"What did you say?"

The little beggar said with a smile:
"Look, I just said you'd like to hear it..."

He looked into Xu Xingzi's eyes, there was a deep black light in the dark eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his smile was extremely bright, revealing a mouth full of white teeth...

……

(End of this chapter)