After leaving the oil shop, Shen Zheng went straight to the outside of the city. There was a small temple outside the city. There were only three monks in the temple, one old monk, one big monk, and one little monk.

The monk usually doesn't pay tribute to Buddha and burn incense. He can basically see this monk only when he is eating. Although this small temple is small, it has not been cut off in recent years, and the three of them have not gone down the mountain to beg for good fortune. .

Shen Zheng rode his horse straight up to the hill, jumped off the horse in front of the hill, and stepped up the steps.

Shen Zheng climbed hundreds of steps and finally arrived at the temple. He was breathless. After seeing two monks, one old and one young monks who were worshiping Buddha in the temple, he said softly.

"Roundness, is Oda Hiichiro there?"

The two monks, one old and one young, turned around and felt that the person in front of them was in a state of disgust. After Shen Zhengcheng took off the beard on his face, the two realized that this was their great benefactor.

Yuandu was the old monk. He stood up and came to Shen Zhengcong, with respectful hands folded.

"Amitabha Buddha is in the donor, and he is in the back mountain of the temple at this moment. He is practicing his swordsmanship."

Shen Zhengcheng made it, and the little monk made a cup of tea for him. He looked at the little monk and smiled, and reached out to touch his bald head.

"How is his Chinese speaking? Can people still hear it?"

Yuandu replied respectfully: "Donor Chen, Yuanmo has been speaking Japanese for decades, and his local accent is hard to change. He can't completely change his accent now."

"But I think that if the person who talks to him could hear that he had an accent, he would definitely not have imagined that it was a Japanese."

Shen Zhengcong nodded with satisfaction after hearing this.

"That's good, take me there, I'm going to say something to him."

Yuandu listened to Shen Zhengcong's words but did not move.

Shen Zhengcong frowned and said with some displeasure.

"Why don't you take me there yet? Do you let me go by myself?"

Yuandu reached the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, if the donor Shen commits another murder, I am afraid that the donor Shen will live in pain forever and will never reach the other shore."

Shen Zhengcong glared at the old monk.

"Zhang Rang, have you been a monk for a long time and forgot what you used to do? You used to be a bandit, and you killed people without blinking. How many lives have you died under your command not fifty, but you must be thirty. ”

"If you didn't know that you had a son, would you retreat to the world? Run to the mountain to become a monk? If I weren't there, the government would have arrested you long ago!"

"You are justifying me now? How dare you be justifying me? Zhang Rang, don't think that if you shave your head and put on a monk's robe, the things you did before can be written off. Let me tell you that the road you are going to take is still long. And, even if I go to the eighteen levels of hell in the future, I will admit it!”

Yuandu's expression was neither sad nor happy. When he heard Shen Zhengcong mention his events and the names of the lay people, his eyes showed sadness.

"I have not forgotten my sins for a day, and I have not been atonement for myself for a while."

Shen Zhengcong said impatiently.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense to me. If you have that time, it's better to teach your son well. He is a bandit. Maybe one day he will pick up a butcher knife to kill those innocent people. Do you think he will do it? Going on your old path?”

After saying that, Shen Zheng turned to look at the little monk who was a little scared because of the two of them quarreled.

Shen Zhengcong smiled at the little monk and took out a pack of stove candy from his arms.

"Little monk, I've given you this stove candy. Take me to find your senior brother."

The little monk knew what he knew. When he saw that there was delicious saliva was about to flow down. He took the candy wrapped in kraft paper and put it in his arms beautifully. Then he took Shen Zhengcheng to the backyard of the temple.

In the backyard of the temple, a man with a strong figure with his naked upper body was practicing his sword technique. He did not move or change his moves. He could only further slash the Japanese sword in his hand vigorously and take a step back.

Raise the knife again, step forward and cut the knife down, and repeat.

Judging from his sweat, he had been practicing like this for a long time, at least for an hour. Shen Zheng clapped his hands with satisfaction and attracted the attention of the monk.

"Mr. Shen, you are here."

Shen Zhengcong patted the little monk's head.

"Young master, go back to find your master, tell him that there is no meat in the bag of stove candy, so that he can eat it with confidence."

The little monk was a little afraid that his senior brother would run away without looking back.

Shen Zhengcong and the monk came to the well. Shen Zhengcong sat down. The monk poured a bucket of water from the well, poured it all on his body, and took a cool shower.

"Mr. Shen, at the beginning of every month, you will send someone to deliver food to us, but you don't see anyone. Now, Lord. Shen is afraid that there is something to ask me to do when he comes again, right?"

Shen Zhengcong nodded: "Heiichiro, I know you are the number one assassin in Japan. If you hadn't failed to assassinate the Ming Dynasty, how could you have been trapped in the Ming Dynasty? How could you be rescued by me?"

The monk's Dharma name is Yuange, and his real name is Oda Heiichiro. He is an Japanese warrior. Because he was dissatisfied with the uneven distribution of Daming, he was angry and killed him. Unfortunately, he only cut off the man half dead. He did not kill him completely. He had to leave.

Japan came to the Ming Dynasty to seek a glimmer of hope.

Oda Heiichiro snorted coldly after hearing Shen Zhengcong's words.

"Mr. Shen, although you have been kind to me, I think I have already informed you of your kindness. I have arrested so many children and killed so many people, but you promised my boat to be late

I haven't fulfilled it late, when will I go back to Japan?"

Oda Heiichiro's Chinese language is already very good, but as long as he talks too much, he will still have a clear accent.

Shen Zhengcong shook his head: "I have told you many times. Now Japan's pursuit of you has not stopped! Your wanted information has spread throughout Japan, and you will be dead when you go back."

"You killed a daming official in Japan, which is equivalent to killing my Ming Dynasty court official. Do you think it is possible that he will let you go so easily?"

"Don't think that I can't do anything without you, just because it's more convenient to use you. And you are a hot potato to me. Don't think too much about yourself."

Oda Heiichiro knew that he couldn't tell him that he had to sit down.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do? Should I catch a child or kill someone?"

When Shen Zhengcong saw him, he was finally willing to work for himself and smiled.
Chapter completed!