"Brother Wu, when will those Kyushu regiments be dispatched to attack Edo? The Emperor doesn't really want to count on us eighteen people to get rid of those monster monks, right?"
"Li Zicheng, are you afraid? Back then, there were only five of us, and we dared to kill Shiranshan Mountain and kill the demon monk Hui Ran. Five people can do it, but why can't eighteen people do it? What's more, there are ferocious tigers now."
Li Zicheng was speechless.
Hye Ran’s illegitimate son should be more difficult to deal with.
That sickly tigress is always elusive. God knows where she will hide when she is desperate for her life.
Jiang Liuer checked the equipment, rearranged the firecrackers, grenades, and Molotov cocktails, and patted his companion on the shoulder:
"Old Li, this is a blessing, not a curse. It is a curse that cannot be avoided. Don't worry about it. A mortal body is as good as a god."
Li Zicheng said angrily: "Bah! What kind of god? He is just a monster at best."
He stared in the direction of the Eight Immortals Mountain: "I am not afraid of death. I just think of the fact that I have to fight in all directions. It would be a pity if I died here."
The sea fog is thick, the clouds are dense, the sky is like dipped in ink, and the wind is blowing against the coastline.
The waves are layer upon layer, as if they want to break the dark clouds on the sea.
The biting cold wind passed over the handsome face of the Panasonic owner, making the thirty-two-year-old Jiang Liuer look more and more vicissitudes of life.
In order to prevent the wind from entering their stomachs, everyone stopped talking.
They escaped from Suinouji Temple, went west in a circuitous way, bypassed Jianman (the name of a place near Edo) from the northwest, and went around Mingkai Road, preparing to lurk behind Suinouji Temple, and then suddenly broke out, resulting in Master Chunshen's life. .
There are not eighty but a hundred warriors stationed around Mo Neng Temple, as well as a large number of monks. Wu Xiao and the others have been exposed. If they continue to assassinate, the probability of failure is very high.
Still, it's a fight to the death.
"A mortal body is as good as a god."
Standing between the gloomy sea and sky, an unprecedented sense of oppression hit my face.
Finally, the sea breeze subsided a little, and they hid behind the big rock, with solemn expressions on their faces. Li Zicheng said:
"I have an ominous feeling."
Wu Xiao comforted him: "Don't worry, I have your premonition too."
Jiang Liu'er rolled his eyes: "Old Li, I haven't heard anything good since I've been with you."
The experience of hunting down Luo Jiao in Guazhou flashed through his mind.
An ominous premonition came to Jiang Liu'er's mind, but he didn't say it out loud.
After walking east for half an hour, everyone was already very close to the northern foot of the Eight Immortals Mountain.
The villages below the mountain became denser.
The huts are dilapidated and in ruins.
At an intersection ahead, a woman was crucified on a cross. Seagulls were pecking at her eyes. A suffocating rotten smell filled the surrounding area.
Li Zicheng covered his nose but did not close his mouth.
"It must be the evil monk who got into his mother's hair. He wanted to give the hungry people a kick!"
Jiang Liu'er looked sad, put down his weapon, held back the stench, and stepped forward to put the woman down.
"What are you doing?" Wu Xiao shouted to stop this reckless action.
Jiang Liu'er couldn't bear to say: "The shaman said that hanging on the wood will bring no peace to the soul."
Li Zicheng said angrily: "You idiot, put her down and we will have no peace!"
Wu Xiao glanced at the female corpse and motioned for everyone to continue on their way. .... After walking for more than a mile, the stench gradually dissipated.
Wu Xiao said to everyone: "It should be done by the demon monks from the unknown volcano. They hate Christ. This man has been dead for a while. It is obviously not targeting us."
"Maybe it's some kind of sacrificial ceremony." A trace of fear flashed in Jiang Liu'er's eyes.
Everyone looked to the left at the vast sea and fell into a deathly silence.
At this time, the thick fog was finally blown away by the wind, revealing the dark sky and the gray-brown dirt road in the distance.
Suddenly, a pile of fire rising from the seaside caught Jiang Liu'er's attention.
The crouched body of the fisherman and woodcutter lit up a fire behind the rocks. The fisherman weaved a net and the woodcutter arranged the firewood.
"The incomplete guarantee is a trick sent by the demon monk," Li Zicheng expressed his thoughts.
Wu Xiao winked, and Jiang Liuer immediately stepped forward.
When the fisherman saw a group of people coming towards him, he showed no signs of panic and continued to weave a fishing net around the campfire.
In an instant, Ruan Ji's poem appeared in Wu Xiao's mind: The sky's net covers the four fields, and the six nets cannot cover it comfortably.
Jiang Liuer came to the bonfire and found that the woodcutter and fisherman were old and had gray beards, but they were still in good spirits. This domain often has pilgrims and believers coming to worship, so everyone is not wary of unfamiliar faces. Apparently these two old men also regarded Jiang Liuer as a pilgrim going to Mo Neng Temple.
While Jiang Liu'er was warming himself by the fire, he asked the woman he just saw being stared to death what crime she had committed.
The fisherman hesitated.
The woodcutter took over and started talking.
Legend has it that the woman was the illegitimate daughter of a Christian back then, during the Shimabara Rebellion. Did you know that? If you are not from this domain, you definitely don’t know. That woman has believed in Yesu since she was a child. The first thing she does when she gets up every day is to pray. Her husband is a dutiful farmer, but he hates hearing his wife pray. It is said that every time he hears it, When his wife came to pray, she would be beaten. Until one night a month ago, the farmer's wife was unconscious and muttering, "It's about to be unearthed. It's been unearthed. It's been summoned." It is said that the neighbors heard the woman chanting these words all night long. , at dawn, she cut her husband's throat with scissors...
"The shrew was executed by Master Chun Shen on charges of demagogueing people and murdering her husband. On the day of the execution, many crows were circling in the sky, and there was an earthquake in Mount Fuji..."
The woodcutter's front teeth were missing, and his words were always leaking. His withered mouth opened and closed like a dead river clam.
Jiang Liu'er gestured towards the back, indicating to Wu Xiao to wait a little longer.
"Was she nailed up after she was killed?"
"No, they will be crucified alive. This vassal will punish the heretics. If we want to do so vigorously and resolutely, we will not be lenient. We will not condone Christians like those vassals in Kyushu..."
Jiang Liuer took two steps back, pretending to be frightened.
The woodcutter thought that this young man had some misunderstanding about Shaanhe Domain, so he quickly emphasized: "Lord Chun Shen, Lord of the domain, you are a very nice person. We live in Shaanhe Domain. It is a blessing from our previous lives."
Jiang Liuer asked curiously: "Isn't Master Chun Shen in Nagasaki? Why is he the lord of the Shaanhe Domain again?"... "Who allowed him to gain the general's favor?" The woodcutter arranged the firewood and prepared to go on the road, lowering his voice. Said: "The general trusted Master Chun Shen and couldn't bear the Master to stay away, so he rewarded him with land and tenants around the Baxian Mountain. We farmers and fishermen worked under his old man."
"Although this domain is far inferior to a large domain like Satsuma Choshu, the people of this domain are living quite comfortably."
The Shaanhe Domain was a small domain with a height of 10,000 stones. The previous feudal lord raped the people and sucked out their marrow. It is said that he took one-sixth of the young people of the domain to Edo to build fortifications, and also plundered food and cloth from every village. He plundered everything. , until the last copper coin of the people of this vassal was taken away.
He used such methods just to maintain his family's luxurious life in Edo.
Later, the lord who was greedy for money was sentenced to death by the shogun.
The current lord of the feudal lord, Harushin, who comes from Nagasaki Shiranoseki, usually practices in Nagasaki and only returns to Edo in good years to collect grain taxes. Farmers only need to pay the grain and oil needed by the feudal lord... ··
The fisherman, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interrupted the woodcutter.
"In addition to food and oil, every three years, the village must sacrifice a young girl to the mage."
"Nothing!"
Regarding the matter of enshrining young girls, the fisherman and the woodcutter had a dispute. The woodcutter said that the law of consecrating young girls had been abolished long ago (they believed that the will of Master Chun Shen was the decree of this domain). The fisherman insisted that it had always existed decades ago. Happened once more.
When the two were arguing, Jiang Liu'er asked tentatively: "Twenty-two years ago? That year the Ming army invaded Kyushu, and I heard that the leader was the current Tatar emperor."
"Yes, I remember..."
The fisherman's bright eyes suddenly darkened, and he lowered his head like a blind man.
The woodcutter didn't notice this detail and continued talking:
"Master Chun Shen drove away the people of Ming Dynasty. They all have supreme magic power and bless us. Bless us with abundant rain, abundant rice harvests, calm waves, so that the bays around Minghai Road are filled with eels, and our fishing nets are filled with seawater. Crab and prawns.”
"Oh," Jiang Liu'er continued to talk in proficient Japanese.
"Then the vassal hall is also built in Mo Neng Temple?"
"Yes," it was the woodcutter who spoke this time, "Moneng Temple is also the dojo of Master Chunshen. By the way, the master is explaining the art of immortality in the dojo these days. You are also his disciples, so you can go and listen. Ever since I became a believer in the Master, I have gone up to the mountains to chop wood much more than before.”
"How much rice does the feudal government eat a year?" Jiang Liu'er asked casually.
"Five hundred stones, or more, who knows, enough to feed more than five hundred people." The woodcutter took out a wine gourd from his arms and Gudu took a sip.
Five hundred guards! or more.
It seems that a war camp is needed. Li Zicheng's worries are not unreasonable. It is indeed difficult for eighteen of them to assassinate the demon monk Chunshen.
Jiang Liuer took out a stack of copper coins and handed them to the two old men, preparing to buy fishing nets and firewood for the next step.
The white-haired fishermen looked at each other, waved their hands and said there was too much money.
Jiang Liu'er was still trying to persuade him, but suddenly he found that the two old men had not left any shadows in front of the bonfire.
If his father were still alive, he would be as old as the fisherman in front of him. Jiang Liuer's father was also a fisherman.
"What's the use of dead people asking for money? I mean we are all dying."
Jiang Liuer's eyes were full of horror, he left his fishing nets and firewood and ran away.
After walking more than ten steps, a lean fisherman caught up with him, and cold sweat broke out on Jiang Liuer's forehead.
"Hunter, I remembered,"
The fisherman said in a choked voice:
"The one hanging on the cross is my daughter. She was not married, let alone killed by her husband. She refused to give in to the demon monk of Mo Neng Temple, so she was..."
The old man stared into Jiang Liuer's eyes, with an expression on his face that only a dying person could have.
"Young man, are you going to assassinate Master Chun Shen?"
"right."
Jiang Liuer nodded.
"Remember, never look into his eyes at any time, otherwise your soul will be taken away, just like me."
Two lines of blood flowed from the fisherman's empty eyes.
Jiang Liuer screamed in fright and took two steps back. The fisherman fell down like a dried eel, and the stench of rotting corpses emanated from the surrounding area. .
Meng Wuyue reminds you: Remember to collect after reading this
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