Girl Zhizi…
As Yu Qiuping looked at the report in front of him, he felt his chest tightening and breathing was a little painful.
"People have been sent to investigate, but the murderer seems to have fled the scene long ago. The assassination of Izumo Aguo will probably spread throughout the world soon, and it is also a big event." Amano Keitoku obviously has no feelings for Shimizu Oriko.
, but analyzed it methodically, "This way we won't be so conspicuous if we blend in and investigate."
"Do you think there is a connection between the theft of the Eight-foot Mirror and the assassination of Miss A Guo?" Yu Qiuping slowly put down the secret report, tried to calm down his mood, and asked in a low voice.
"It's so obvious." Amano Keide replied without hesitation, taking the secret report from Yu Qiuping and putting it away, "Even people who don't know in advance that Izumo Aguo is related to the Eight-foot Mirror will suspect the two.
There must be some connection between the two things. What's more, we have known for a long time that Izumo Aguo is suspected of stealing the eight-foot mirror. So her mysterious death at this time is obviously related to this matter."
"But that's fine. If Izumo Aguo is dead, His Highness's secrets will definitely not be implicated." Amano Kagetoku didn't notice, or in other words, he noticed and didn't care about Yu Qiuping's concern for Izumo Aguo.
Gu Zi said, "It saves you Your Highness the trouble of making the decision whether to silence me or not."
"Find out the cause of Miss A Guo's death." Yu Qiuping gritted his teeth and ordered in a deep voice, "Hurry up and find out the whereabouts of the Eight-foot Mirror! It's very important, treat it as the highest-level task!"
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On the evening of July 15, the ninth year of Tianzheng (1581), in the village next to Ruojiang City.
Honganji Hianru finished the day's autumn harvest. He walked back to the small courtyard with a sickle slung across his body and carried large bundles of crops, and placed them on the open space aside to wait to be dried tomorrow. For more than a year, that year's harvest
The complete layman has become quite proficient in farming, and at least it is no longer a problem to feed himself.
However, unlike other farmers who work at sunrise and rest at sunset, these believers who were resettled in various places after the destruction of Ishiyama Gobo would kneel down on futons and meditate after finishing their day's work.
Of course, I am no exception. In the early days, many believers living nearby would find Honganji Hōnō’s location and insist on sitting in meditation with him. Honganji Hōnō always tried to persuade him with good intentions, but there were still some believers who insisted.
, over time Hongan-ji Temple had no choice but to compromise. However, it was the autumn harvest season these days, and believers were very busy, so there were fewer people coming to Hongan-ji Temple.
Just when Honganji Temple thought that he could enjoy a rare day of quiet meditation, there was a knock on the door of the courtyard. Unexpectedly, someone would come when the autumn harvest was busy. It seemed that he must be a devout believer.
"Please wait a moment." Honganji Hirojo stood up and walked towards the door. However, the moment he opened the door, he suddenly saw the reflection of the tip of the knife. In the flash of lightning, Honganji Hirojo's eyes flashed and he said
He had to counterattack. The assassin who had just tried to stab Honganji Xianru with a knife now stabbed himself directly in the abdomen, and then fell to the door bleeding.
"If the memory of the ancestors is correct, there must be a time interval for that divine power. It can be as short as ten days or as long as ten years. You can no longer use it."
After the assassin at the door fell, Honganji Kenru discovered that there was a man standing behind him, also holding a short sword.
Honganji Xianru felt calm and understood his fate.
"I'm very sorry, Honganji, I didn't want to kill you." The man at the door ignored Honganji and walked into the house, closing the door behind him.
"Is there anything you want to say finally?" The man looked at Honganji Xianru and whispered, "Or is there anything you want to ask?"
"I have one thing that I don't understand. How did the donor find the young monk?" Honganji Xianru performed a Buddhist salute and bowed down to ask for advice.
"I saw you from the memory of the girl named Izumo, oh, maybe Qingshui." The man frowned, as if it was a bit exhausting to mobilize this memory, "You should use that magical power on her, let her
You did something inexplicable and you didn't notice anything unusual, which means you have mastered the power. In this case, your divine power is the only thing in this world that can threaten my existence in this state except Tian Zhizhong.
Man. In order for me not to be returned to the original owner, I have to kill you."
"Oh? Is that girl not here anymore?" Honganji sighed sadly, and then simply recited a few lines of Buddhist scriptures to save Oriko Shimizu.
"Forgive me for being abrupt, but time is running out." The man urged in a low voice.
"The path chosen by the donor may be the most difficult one. It is full of hardships and ups and downs. Compared with the donor, the monk can be relieved." Honganji Hianru did not show any panic, but instead sighed with emotion.
, "Wish you good luck."
"Who said which way I'm going to take?" The man in front of me suddenly laughed heartily after hearing this, then shook his head and said, "It's just a whim, maybe he will change his mind in a few days."
"Go well." The man also performed a standard Buddhist ritual to Honganji Xianru, "I will also recite sutras for you to achieve salvation."
"Thank you, donor."
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On the evening of July 17, the ninth year of Tensho (1581), in a wooden house in the mountains northeast of Kyoto, Frois was lighting an oil lamp and writing a letter to the Jesuits in front of his desk. Suddenly, outside his door, the Portuguese
The water dog barked loudly. Flois was about to get up and go outside to take a look, but the water dog's barking stopped abruptly.
Flois was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the door being opened.
"The unexpected visit is really disturbing. Don't worry, I didn't kill the dog. I just knocked it unconscious." The man who came in took off his cloak and hung it on the hanger nearby. At the same time, he took out a short knife from his arms.
, "But I may have to kill you, please forgive me."
"This... sir?" Flois started to tremble at a loss, and asked in a trembling voice, "Why..."
"The common man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying the jade." The man replied simply, then walked to Floy's desk and asked respectfully: "Can I take a look?"
Flois staggered back two steps, then trembled and nodded.
The man received permission and rummaged through the desk, but unfortunately found nothing.
"What about your history of Japan?" The man raised the paper in his hand and raised his head to look at Frois, who was now pale and slumped on the ground as if he was exhausted.
"Don't kill me...please..." Flois, a Portuguese, suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed like an Oriental at this moment, demanding to the man in Japanese mixed with Portuguese.
"It seems that you have mastered the power, but in fact you will not die, you will just live in another form." The man walked up to Flois and spoke softly to comfort him.
"That kind of situation... is worse than death... you can't go to heaven, but you have to wander around like a lonely ghost forever in that kind of place, that kind of place where there is no time... It is simply more painful than hell." Freyce's
My body was shaking uncontrollably, tears and tears were flowing down my face, and I was so frightened that I couldn't control my urine.
"I will probably go there one day, and I will apologize to you properly then." The man knelt down and raised the short knife in his hand, "Don't worry, I will try my best to let you go."
There is no pain."
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On the evening of July 17, the ninth year of Tensho (1581), in the reception hall of the castle tower that had been transformed from a Buddhist hall at Ishiyama Gobo, Yu Qiuping was listening to Ikeda Tsuneaki's howling like tears. The death of Izumo Aguo was a huge blow to him.
Big, since he heard about this incident, he has been crying all day long. After Yu Qiuping heard about this incident from the elder of the Ikeda family, he had to suppress the same sadness in his heart and rushed here to comfort him, but was
He cried until his mentality almost collapsed.
"Okay, okay, can you please stop crying? You are an adult with a wife and children yourself. How embarrassing." Yu Qiuping patted Ikeda Hengxing on the shoulder, but the latter kept mumbling something: "You
I don’t understand” and the like.
Yu Qiuping really doesn't understand.
Crow's ninjas searched for a long time, but found nothing. The perpetrator chose the place to commit the crime on the riverside. After killing the people, he rowed away directly, and abandoned the boat ashore at an unknown place halfway, letting the boat drift away. This
This sophisticated method of committing the crime left almost no trace, and the ninjas from the Yuqiu family, the Hashiba family, and the Oda family all returned without success.
And in the early morning of yesterday, Yu Qiuping received the news that Honganji Xianru was assassinated - for Yu Qiuping, this was nothing more than a bolt from the blue. He and Honganji Xianru had established a deep friendship in the previous talks, and Yu Qiuping
Sometimes I would write letters and talk to him, and the existence of Honganji Temple was also of great significance in stabilizing the Ichijo sect believers who were disarmed and returned to their hometowns across the country. His death not only made Yu Qiuping feel very guilty for not taking good security measures, but also
This made the followers of the Ichijo sect furious. Akihei Sumisame has always had a good reputation as a "benevolent man", and he was quite generous to the followers of the Ichijo sect, so he did not become the object of suspicion - but Oda Nobunaga was different. His reputation
However, many rumors about the "Buddha Enemy" and the "Sixth Heavenly Demon King" pointed out that it was Oda Nobunaga who sent assassins to assassinate Honganji Kianru. The originally peaceful places have been experiencing a faint trend of recurrence.
Regarding this murder, Crow's ninjas worked hard to trace it, but there were still few clues. There was an assassin who bled to death at the scene, but the stab wound seemed to be caused by stabbing himself. The Honganji Temple appeared to be fatal.
The shape of the wound was different from the blade of the short knife. When tracing another footprint, he also escaped because of the other's superb camouflage skills of frequently entering the water, which confused everyone in the Yuqiu family.
Chapter completed!