Fuso, Tokyo, Fuso Shrine.
This is a temple in an inner hall.
There are hundreds of people sitting scattered in this temple.
There are several major families in the Fuso martial arts world, including the Aikido Ueshiba family, the Karate Miyagi family, the Funakoshi family, the Oyama family, the Otsuka world, Iga, Koga, Yagyu, and dozens of other large families with complete martial arts heritage. All sitting around.
In addition to these people, there were also some Fusang monks who were burning incense and chanting sutras.
Further behind are the Fuso officials.
There were also some people dressed as Onmyoji in the venue.
They sang a song that was as mysterious as a ghost. The melody was so weird that after listening to it, people felt like they were communicating with the ghost.
Hearing such tunes, even ordinary people will have an out-of-body feeling.
Requiem, requiem.
They are paying homage to those war criminals who invaded China.
"Bless me Fusang, may the country's fortune be prosperous."
The leader is Iga Yuan, a master of Fuso Alchemy who is presiding over this worship ceremony.
He was also wearing a robe dressed like a Fuso Onmyoji and a pointed, tall hat.
His figure slowly changed, and there seemed to be a magic power in his steps.
The whole ceremony was very solemn and solemn. The hundreds of people in the temple did not make a sound and were extremely quiet.
But in the middle of the ceremony, a Japanese official hurried in from the temple door, breaking the calm of the ceremony.
He seemed to be very frightened, his hands were shaking very much, and he was holding a long box in his hands.
As soon as he stepped in, he knelt and sat on the ground, not daring to raise his eyes.
"Mr. Ogawa?"
Some Fuso officials near the door immediately saw him and hurriedly helped him and asked.
But the official named Xiaochuan seemed to have remembered something and opened the box one after another.
A strong smell of blood suddenly spread throughout the temple.
Seven human heads are placed quietly in the box, their expressions remain at the last moment before death.
Iga Yuan, who was performing a ritual, also put down the ritual in his hands and looked at the box.
Then, he closed his eyes tightly and trembled slightly.
And the next moment, the air in the entire temple began to become deathly silent.
When everyone else saw the head in the box, the atmosphere in the venue sank again.
Murderous intentions, grief, anger, heartbreak, mourning and other tragic emotions filled the entire space, and the air seemed to solidify.
How many martial arts masters are present?
This time the sacrificial ceremony was very grand, and almost half of the people who came were masters of the Fuso Combat Sect.
Each of them has experienced various actual battles of blood and fire, and the killing aura on their bodies is extremely strong.
When they saw the human head in the box, almost everyone fell into violent grief and anger.
In this mood, how powerful is the aura emanating together?
The official named Ogawa was instantly frightened into a cold sweat by the murderous aura on the field that was like a disaster. He couldn't control his physical emotions and actually lost his composure.
"Who did this?"
Iga Yuan looked at the seven heads, thinking of their past contributions to Fuso, and the anger in his heart became more and more intense.
His eyes were like sharp blades, looking straight at Xiaochuan.
At this glance, it seemed as if there was an invisible air current pressing towards the other party, and there was actually a slight breeze stirring up in the air.
The official named Ogawa seemed to have remembered something, and quickly took out a post on the box and handed it to Iga Yuan while crawling on his feet.
"Duan family, Duan Zhen..."
Iga Yuan turned around slightly and handed the post to a group of people who had already rushed up behind him.
At the same time, he sighed towards Ogawa who was kneeling on the ground, his palm slowly covered the other person's head, and he grabbed it hard.
"Take it down, I will explain it to Your Majesty."
Iga Yuan threw Ogawa's body away and looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Bah! Duan Zhen? Is he from China? He actually killed those seniors! Damn it! It's so hateful! He still dares to come to exchange martial arts?! If he really dares to come, I will beat him to death !”
The post was gradually passed on, and when it reached the hands of a tall and strong man next to Iga Yuan, the man suddenly moved.
He stamped his foot violently, and the ground in the entire stadium shook violently.
His name is Kanoji Goda, he is a great master in the Japanese jujitsu world and has a fiery personality.
After seeing Duan Zhen beating seven of their seniors to death, and actually sending them heads and communication posts when they were offering sacrifices to Fuso Shrine, they suddenly exploded.
"Kill him! Must kill him!"
"It's shameless! It's shameless to take advantage of the old seniors' weakened vitality and lack of ability to fight back!"
"This is a national shame! Where is this Chinese? I'm going to cut off his head!"
Following Kanoji Gouda's outburst, the other martial artists began to scream violently, and their words were all about wanting to take revenge for those seniors with their swords.
For a time, the whole room was buzzing with noise, and the atmosphere became extremely intense.
The chilling feeling in the air became stronger and stronger, and there was actually a faint spirit arising.
Iga Yuan closed his eyes, listening to the crowd's stirring emotions and words, and suddenly spoke:
"Everyone, please calm down."
His voice was very upright and calm, and combined with an Onmyoji costume and an extremely solemn expression, he slowly conveyed a soothing thought.
As soon as everyone heard Iga Yuan speak, the chaotic yelling gradually stopped.
"Iga-kun, what do you think?"
Kanoji Goda looked at Iga Gen and spoke with some respect.
Iga Gen is not only a master of alchemy, but also a great priest of Fuso. He is a highly respected person in the Fuso royal family, enough to be admired by everyone.
Following Kanoji Goda's question, everyone also looked towards Igamoto, their expressions filled with suppressed anger and expectation.
They expected Iga Yuan, the number one member of the Fuso combat faction, to lead everyone in a counterattack.
"My view is, be patient."
Iga Yuan faced everyone's gaze with his eyes still closed, but the twitching wrinkles on his brows also reflected his uneasiness:
"I hope you won't trouble Duan Zhen. I will report this matter to His Majesty. When Duan Zhen comes to our country to exchange martial arts, we will not take action and just send a few young officials to accompany him."
"Don't take action?"
"What!?"
"Patience? Just be patient like this?!"
As Iga Yuan finished speaking, everyone present could not control their emotions and exploded into a ball.
They immediately looked at Iga Yuan with extremely angry and puzzled eyes, and the room that had been quiet once again sounded a series of questions and curses.
The emotion is even more intense than the initial one!
At this moment, they all wished they had heard wrongly.
The current leader of the martial arts world in Fuso, the first person in the practical sect and the great priest of the royal family, actually said such a thing!
"Iga-kun, if you are not the high priest of the royal family, I ask you to commit suicide immediately!"
Another thin martial artist in the crowd looked at Iga Yuan with disbelief:
"This is our national humiliation! Those old seniors are our heroes! The heroes were slaughtered by the Chinese, and this shame must be washed away with the blood of the enemy! This is the courage that our Yamato nation cannot abandon! Patience? Iga-kun, How could you say such a thing!"
This thin man is the current head of the Beichen family, Beichen An.
"Iga-kun! What a contribution these seniors made to our Fuso during the Holy War against China! They are the heroes of the entire Yamato nation! We ourselves, as well as our Fuso children, have learned from childhood. Their heroic deeds! Now that they are being slaughtered by the enemy while they are still enjoying their old age, you ask us to endure it? How can we be worthy of the thousands of passionate young people in our nation! How can we be worthy of the ancestors who were killed by the enemy in that holy war? You guys! You don’t need to tell me! I’m going to see His Majesty!”
Beichen'an's words became more and more intense, his face turned red, and he told the past history with great emotion.
As he spoke, he stood in front of the shrine and knelt down suddenly, placing the box in front of the shrine respectfully and strictly.
Following Beichen'an's actions, the emotions in the entire venue became more and more agitated.
Behind everyone are the statues of gods, those are the heroes in their hearts.
Moreover, the heroes who were still alive were approached by their enemies to kill them, but their leader did not allow them to take revenge.
The mood even changed from anger to sadness.
At this moment, even Iga Yuan, who closed his eyes tightly, felt a little irresistible.
"That's enough! Stop talking!"
Iga Yuan opened his eyes suddenly and pushed Beichen away, who was kowtowing repeatedly. His eyes were so cold and heartless:
"You may not know the Duan family... well, they are too aloof and secretive."
Iga Yuan's tone was extremely calm, and he slowly told about the family behind this young man named Duan Zhen.
For a while, everyone listened silently.
A force that has been inherited for thousands of years and has enveloped the world, in all walks of life, every country, and every organization.
There is a shadow of the Duan family behind the scenes.
This is just the tip of the iceberg. Their main power is unknown, and just the extent of it makes people unable to resist.
Not a country, but better than a country!
Gradually, as Iga Yuan spoke more and more, everyone's agitated emotions slowly calmed down.
"The current head of the Duan family has only one son. If you kill him, I'm afraid the incidents in Hiroshima and Nagasaki will happen again. They are not a country and have no regard. If they get crazy, I can't imagine what will happen. what happen."
Iga Yuan looked at the group of silent martial artists in front of him and sighed deeply.
The power has reached an extremely transcendent level that transcends all nations, and all grievances and grievances between nation-states must be endured.
The other party can directly attack your territory.
But you don’t know where the opponent’s main power is, how can you retaliate?
The surroundings began to fall into dead silence. The martial artists present were all martial arts practitioners. They had little exposure to this kind of politics, military and economy, and they had no contact with the transcendent power of the Duan family.
Even Iga Yuan only learned a little bit about it when he saw the Fuso royal family respectfully receiving members of the Duan family when he was young.
"But... let's forget it?"
Kanoji Gouda and several heads of contemporary Fuso martial arts families in Beichenan spoke together.
They all have a big-picture view, and after hearing the Duan family's story, they didn't know what to do for a while.
"Give these seniors a good burial. If he wants to come to communicate, let him come."
Iga Yuan closed his eyes again, and his words became even more indifferent:
"In the past, there was Wang Chao, the best person in the world, and in the back, there was the Duan family, an irresistible force. Could it be that my fate is really not with me, Fusang?"
He sighed deeply and left the shrine.
