In a certain district of Kyoto, inside the Japanese embassy with a plaster flag hanging, in an office.
Taro Murakami sat in front of his desk. He picked up a document from the thick stack of documents in front of him and read it carefully, word for word.
I don’t know what exactly is recorded in the document.
Watching, Taro Murakami sometimes frowned, sometimes sighed, and sometimes laughed heartily.
“Dingling bell…Dingling bell…”
The landline phone placed on the right side of his desk suddenly rang.
"Hello, who is this?" Picking up the phone, Taro Murakami asked directly.
"What? That person named Chen finally showed up? He is now in his compound in Xishan?"
"Okay, I know this!"
"The remuneration that should be paid to you, I will pay it to your account..."
In less than a minute, the call was hung up. Taro Murakami took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.
Although more than half a year has passed since the death of his senior sister Ono Sari, he still feels like a stick in his throat and is still brooding about it.
Who was responsible for causing his beloved Senior Sister Ono to die tragically in that car?
Until now, he still hasn't found any clues. He only knows that the death of his senior sister must be related to that Chen Hai!
It's a pity that just when he was about to take some revenge, that Chen Hai suddenly disappeared and disappeared without a trace.
In order to find out the whereabouts of Chen Hai, Taro Murakami hired many agencies and paid a lot of money in the past six months.
By accident, more than half a year has passed.
It took until today for the accurate news about Chen Hai to finally reach his ears.
The cigarette he had just lit in his hand was finally completely smoked.
After straightening himself, Taro Murakami picked up the phone on his desk and dialed directly.
"Ono-kun, it's me, Taro Murakami."
"I'm making this call to inform you that the target has appeared and is in Kyoto City."
"I can rest assured that you, Koga-ryu, are doing things well. Last time, you did a very good job with the handsome boy named Jiang."
"This time, the person you are going to deal with is the main target. As soon as he dies, you will have fulfilled your promise."
"On my side, I will give you all the secret techniques of the Onmyoji of the Snow Mountain School that I know."
…
This time, the call made by Taro Murakami lasted longer.
It took him a full five or six minutes before he hung up the phone and sat down in the office chair again.
"Taoist masters, like our Japanese onmyojis, have fragile bodies."
"The Koga-ryu ninjas are completely different. As long as they get close to them, no matter how powerful the Taoist master is, he will still die with one strike!"
"This time, let Ono-kun and the others deal with the man named Chen. There must be a Taoist master behind him. As long as he dares to show up, he will never see the sun the next day!"
With a ferocious look on his face, his face seemed to be a little distorted, Taro Murakami gritted his teeth and said secretly.
In the mysterious world of their Japanese country, Onmyoji relies on serving the gods wholeheartedly to gain the recognition of the gods and ultimately gain power.
Ninjas, on the other hand, endure what ordinary people cannot endure, and resort to some extreme cultivation methods to put themselves into a mysterious and mysterious trance.
Use this to communicate with some kind of existence, and then get a little bit of magical blessing.
For ninjas, their own strength is the foundation, and the little bit of magic they obtain only allows them to better display their own strength.
Different ninja schools, mastering secret techniques, can communicate with different existences.
There was once a certain ninja sect who communicated with an unknown creature that looked like a giant turtle.
The magical powers obtained from that big turtle can allow ninjas of that genre to freely swim in the sea.
However, that genre has long since disappeared into the flow of history.
An anime called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles that has become popular in Japan recently was made by the former enemies of that genre in order to satirize them.
To be honest, the ninjas of that school may be shorter and have shorter limbs, but they will never turn into green turtles.
According to legend, there are eight million gods in the Japanese kingdom of Gaotian.
Maybe, the gods in their eyes are just monsters.
Whether it's an Onmyoji or a ninja, what they are communicating with should be a certain existence in Gao Tianyuan.
However, Onmyoji regards the power obtained from Gao Tianyuan as his own foundation, while ninja only regards the power obtained from gods as a supplement to his own strength.
Although the two different ways of practice are not completely opposite, it is basically impossible for them to live in harmony.
Taro Murakami, a former disciple of the Onmyoji Snow Mountain School, actually colluded with the Koga-ryu ninjas.
It is definitely taboo to try to gain help from Koga-ryu at the expense of selling out the secrets of one's own school.
To put it bluntly, as long as the things he has done spread out and reach the ears of those onmyoji sects, Taro Murakami will definitely die and will never survive for more than a month.
Gu Qi
It seemed that Ono Sari's death was a really big blow to him.
Now, he is so crazy that he does things without any regard for any consequences.
As long as he can avenge Senior Sister Ono, he has completely ignored his own life and death.
"As long as we can kill Chen Hai, find out the Taoist master behind him, and kill him together, senior sister's revenge will be completely avenged!"
"At that time, I will commit suicide by caesarean section to die for my love, and then I will go down to accompany my senior sister."
"Koga-ryu, if they want to obtain the secret method of our Snow Mountain style, they are just dreaming."
"I, Taro Murakami, am an abandoned member of the Snow Mountain School, but it is absolutely impossible for me to betray the school..."
With a hint of ruthlessness on his face, Taro Murakami snorted, stood up, and walked out of the office.
…
Naturally, Chen Hai knew nothing about the affairs of Taro Murakami in the Japanese embassy.
After finishing treating Uncle Bench, he didn't stay long and had already left.
As the saying goes, a farewell is like a wedding.
Although there was a little bit of unhappiness between Chen Hai and his girlfriend Ye Qingqing, things were going well and neither of them seemed to care about it that much.
It is normal for husband and wife to have minor conflicts, such as a fight at the head of the bed and a fight at the end of the bed!
Just after dusk, not long after dinner, Chen Hai was pulled into the room by his girlfriend.
This night, Ye Qingqing behaved very wildly.
Although it is said that cultivating Taoism is Chen Hai's lifelong pursuit, doing certain things in his spare time can still make him happy.
The next day, Ye Qingqing got up early in the morning and went to school.
As for Chen Hai, he was forced to hand in his homework early in the morning, which even delayed his practice. He simply stayed in bed for a while.
It wasn't until nearly nine o'clock in the morning that I lazily got up.
When Tian Mingjian was there, Chen Hai did not bother him.
After all, Chen Hai already knew that his wife was pregnant and about to give birth.
When he broke through the seclusion, others followed him and waited in the wilderness for more than half a year. He didn't even have time to take care of his wife, so he could only hire a nanny to take care of her temporarily.
Chen Hai is not an unreasonable person. Now that he has been released, he simply released everyone to Tian Mingjian and let him spend time with his wife at home.
According to his original plan, he was going back to his hometown of Liuyuan County.
However, because he had to treat Uncle Bench's leg, his return to his hometown could only be postponed temporarily.
After making a phone call to my parents and Brother Sun Jin Zhongqiang.
Chen Hai drove the Grand Cherokee that had been parked outside his Xishan Courtyard for more than half a year and sped towards the direction of Liuhua Hutong.
He has already skipped breakfast.
Now, he can go without eating for three to five days without feeling any hint of hunger.
With every breath he took, he felt strands of hot air pouring into his body.
This kind of air flow may be the legendary spiritual energy.
This unknown air flow entered his body as he breathed, and it seemed to be able to satisfy his normal daily consumption.
Among Taoists, there has always been the theory of Bigu.
Perhaps, after entering the level of controlling animals, he could unknowingly be able to truly live without grain.
Yesterday, he did eat a lot of the food cooked by his girlfriend Ye Qingqing, but that was just to satisfy his appetite.
"Kill this little brat and encourage me to buy a house. Why are you saying that house prices will fall within half a year?"
"When I sold my house last year, it was only 3,000 yuan per square meter. This year, the house price in our community has been almost 5,000 yuan. What about college students? I'll give it down, I'll give it down to your mother?"
"Our family also believed this kid's lies. We sold our house for more than 200,000 yuan. Now, we want to buy it back. According to the current market price, my house is worth almost 400,000 yuan!"
…
The entrance to Liuhua Hutong is noisy and bustling.
A young man huddled in a corner. There were nearly ten people, old and young, men and women, either spitting on him or attacking him with fists and kicks.
When Chen Hai came to Liuhua Hutong, his original intention was to take a look at his rebuilt courtyard house.
But now, a group of people are blocking here, and Chen Hai's car can't drive through at all.
After honking the horn several times and still not seeing the group of people move out of the way, Chen Hai looked helpless and could only find a place outside the alley, park the car, and get out of the car.
"Auntie, Third Uncle, Brother Zhang, please believe me again!"
"House prices in our city of Kyoto will definitely drop before next year!"
The young man who was huddled in the corner with a bruised nose and face after being beaten, supported the wall and finally stood firm. He spoke plausibly and loudly.
"Wang Huachun?" Chen Hai, who was about to pass over the crowd and walk directly into the alley when he saw this guy's face, stopped with a strange look on his face.