This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple has now completely controlled the situation.

At this time, there were still two hours left before the gate of the Yellow Spring was restless.

Yi Hui Juxu squirmed his body, with a difficult voice: "What on earth do you want to do? Master Beichuan?!"

"I've talked about my own thoughts before." Beichuan Temple walked under the wood of the gods, turned around and reminded briefly.

Already said your thoughts?

As if thinking of something, Yi Hui Juxu's expression changed drastically: "It's hard for you to plan."

"Yes, I'm going to cut down the wood of the gods." Beichuan Temple patted the tree of the gods.

As soon as this sentence came out, not only Yihui Juxu, but even Yihui Naluo and Yihuiguang's complexion changed drastically.

"Are you crazy? Kitagawa!?" Igaki Naraku couldn't understand it at all: "This is the **** of **** wood that protects the islanders! Did you cut it down to make the entire Igaki Island fall into the invasion of evil things? ?"

"Yes, even if you don't want all the islanders to become heavenly beings, you don't have to do such extreme things," Yi Huiguang who fell on the ground couldn't help but say.

Beichuan Temple slapped the tree of the gods, and followed their words:

"If the wood of the gods falls, the entire island of Igaki will be invaded by evil things. At that time, the island will be transformed into a real slaughterhouse, just like twenty years ago."

His voice paused, and at the same time it was a rhetorical question that made Igunaro and Sister Igure feel breathing difficulties:

"But is that really the case?"

With this questionable rhetorical question, Yi Hui Juxu looked directly at Beichuan Temple and said as confidently as possible: "I don't understand what you mean."

But her voice came to the back, but it was already a little insignificant.

Beichuan Temple's eyes were too calm, and she was so calm that she felt chilly!

Under everyone's gaze, Beichuan Temple lightly patted the God of God, closing his eyes and feeling.

There is no doubt that this giant tree really acts as the gate to suppress the Yellow Springs.

But is it really like what Yihui Naluo, Yihui Juxu, and Yihui Guangju said?

If the wood of the gods falls, will the desolate things gush out from it?

Beichuan Temple has a different view on this.

He moved his hand away from the wood of the gods, and said without a moment's attention: "I have seen the records of the trees of the gods of the gods in your Yihui family."

"It is possible to temporarily store the soul of the islanders in it, change its nature, make it a celestial being, and also use it to suppress the gate of Huangquan. It is indeed a matter of benefit to the islanders."

"Then why are you cutting down?"

"but!"

Before Yi Hui Juxu's words were finished, Beichuan Temple interrupted him: "Is this really the case?"

Beichuan Temple straightened his back and continued, "The real situation is actually like this."

"The tree of the gods has always been in the hands of the Igami family and the people of the Igami Shrine. Ordinary islanders can only go through five cruel and **** trials to become devas. Otherwise, it will be difficult to survive."

Igunairo and the others opened their mouths, and then they all closed.

Beichuan Temple is true.

From the rituals of Mikami-no-ki to the choice of heaven and human beings, it is basically the people of the Igami family and Igami Shrine that make the decision. Ordinary islanders simply do not have their innate status.

The people of the Iga Hons and Iga Shrine who have mastered the wood of the gods are only symbols of the power on Iga Island.

To whom can Mikami's wood bring substantial benefits?

This is undoubtedly the Iga Hons and Iga Shrine.

And Iga Hons and Iga Shrines are not separated from each other. It can be seen from the fact that Iga Naraku, as the shrine maiden of Iga Shrine, is also a high-ranking **** of Iga Hons.

They are just people wearing a pair of pants.

As for the islanders?

Beichuan Temple flicked his finger: "From the beginning, the islanders were not in your consideration. Whether it is Igumi Naraku or Igumi Hikaru, all you think about are yourself."

Yes, from the very beginning, Igunairo and Igumi were only thinking about themselves.

Igunairo wants all the islanders to become devas.

But what about after becoming a deity?

Those islanders can only follow the orders of Igami Naraku who masters the wood of the gods, right?

On the other hand, it is reasonable that Yi Huiguang lives and Yihui Juxu just doesn't want to be a victim of the ceremony, so Beichuan Temple also appropriately extended a helping hand.

After all, if they donate blood and the spirit body has no place to sustenance, their lost spirit body will completely dissipate.

But when these two men are out of danger, the secret that has been hidden also rises.

Become a celestial being and master the tree of gods.

And the daggers that the two of them had prepared for a long time also explained everything.

After they rescued them at Beichuan Temple, they came out alone, donated their own blood, and at the same time the spirit body entered the wood of the gods, and then took control of the woods of the gods.

If it succeeds, it would not be impossible to replace Iguna's position on the island of Iguna.

At the same time, you can become immortal and immortal

It's a pity that all of this has been seen through by Beichuan Temple without success.

"From the very beginning, the legend of the Gods of the Gods was a scam." Beichuan Temple tied Yi Hui Guang Ji Ju and Yi Hui Ju Xu tightly, and while tying them, he continued: "All this is just Yi Hui. It's just a scam weaved by the family and Igaki Shrine."

"As for being able to become a celestial being through five trials, it is just a dreamlike goal. The Igami family and Igami Shrine deliberately put forward these conditions to allow the islanders to actively participate in the scam, and finally pass these trials. Without exception, all of them have become earth spirits."

This is the true origin of the human pillars buried in the grounds of Igaki Shrine.

Everything is just a scam.

The people of Iga Island don’t know anything. They have been deceived by lies such as Iga’s home and Iga Shrine for hundreds of years. Maybe it’s been a thousand years, right?

"Why do you know this?" Yi Hui Juxu fell to the ground with a difficult tone.

What Beichuan Temple said is true.

But what makes them unable to understand is where he knows this.

If only the intelligence or information they leaked along the way, it should not be enough for Beichuan Temple to deduce this conclusion.

Hearing Yihui Juxu's question, Beichuan Temple only calmly looked at the **** Zumi Maki who was floating beside him.

Kamizumi Makie understood what he meant, stretched out her hands, and patted her inhabiting Ningi Kagura bell gently.

Then, under the incredible gazes of Igaki Naraku and others, a strangely shaped, rotten spirit body flashed out of it.

It was the **** child Yihui who was punished by the water cage box.

Ihui Naluo's eyes widened: "God son Yihui?! When did you rescue this man of great sin?"

She thought about it.

Before setting off, she gave Beichuan Temple four hours to prepare.

Is it in those four hours?

Iguna's spirit body couldn't help curling up.

What is this young man?

How could he consider things so thoughtful?

She already fully understood.

Yesterday, God in Makie did not appear, and even the fluctuation of good thoughts was suppressed to the lowest.

The opponent is hiding in the spiritual house to adjust the state of the spiritual body for the **** child Yihui.

After the **** child Yihui passed the water cage box, the spirit state was very bad. Seeing that she is still distorted now, she will understand.

"Yes, but one day is enough for her to regain her rationality. This is the method that God Zhu has been handed down."

God Zhu Maki explained with complacency on the face, stammering.

It is true that the village of God Zhucun, as a village that used to suppress the evil and Tianjin and intersected with Huangquan, actually has many methods for the spirit body.

Igaki Island has never been the only one who is between the hidden world and the present world.

Igaki Naraku understood completely.

She looked at the distorted **** child Yihui floating in the air with his hands and feet folded.

Twenty years ago, due to the temporary escape of God Child Yihui, a slight omission in the ceremony resulted.

Twenty years later, the inheritance of the Iki Hon family and Iki Shrine on Iki Island will be cut off due to the son of Iki.

"Go around."

"In the end, I went back to the starting point."

Iguna laughed twice with self-deprecating.

Things in the world are really amazing.

Going around, going around and around, in the end, I still stood in place and never made a step forward.

Looking at this kind of Ihui Naraku, the gaze of the **** child Ihui was also full of sadness: "Teacher Naraku, you have actually done something wrong from the beginning. Ihui’s time was as early as when he was a great god. It’s over. The islanders don’t need to be humanized and no longer need a symbol of power like the Igami family. The glory of the glory of the family’s shrine never requires a power to name and impose what the islanders need, and it’s not. power."

She twisted her slanted neck, her face turned to look at the **** of wood.

The towering trees of the gods, the canopy spreads.

Forty years ago, under the tree of the gods, Igumi Naraku warned her young not to forget the glory of the shrine and the family.

Forty years later, her xinxing has completely changed.

The son of Yihui has a low tone:

"Keeping the tree of the gods will only make the islanders unlucky. Children born on Igaki Island will be tainted with the breath of the yellow spring. From now on, if they can't leave the island, they will be exhausted and die if they leave Igaki Island."

She recalled the days when she and Sansein Yuu had lived, and continued to say word by word:

"Ihui Island is a huge birdcage. If you fly in, don't want to go out again."

"Only by cutting down the wood of the gods, the burst of vitality will completely block the opening of the gate of the yellow spring. At that time, the breath of the yellow spring will no longer contaminate the bodies of the islanders of Ihui, they can be like those outside the island. Like people, living outside and working outside are the methods I have accidentally seen in the "Book of the Gods and Heavens of Yihui"."

Seeing that the son of Yihui has already understood this point, Ihui Naraku was unable to refute it any more. She was discouraged and followed the words of the son of Yihui and said: "Actually, the ancestors have already discovered the complete blockade. The method of the gate of Huangquan, however, because the ancestors of the Igaki family and the Igaki Shrine were afraid of the consequences of no longer owning the Oshin Tree, they recorded it in the "Book of Igaki Oshinto"."

Cutting down the wood of the gods can bring all this to an end, which sounds very good.

But for the Igaki family and Igaki Shrine, that was an unacceptable loss.

After the loss of the tree of the gods, the right to speak of the Igami family and the Igami Shrine will inevitably drop drastically. Similarly, no new devas will appear on the island, and the incantation of reincarnation has completely become a joke.

This is why they keep hiding the truth up to now.

"After losing the wood of the gods, the entire Yihui Island will lose the heavens and humans" Yihuijuxu and Yihuiguangju opened their mouths.

The two of them came here with the idea of ​​becoming a deity, but in the end they have to face this fact.

This undoubtedly makes them unacceptable.

But even if it doesn't accept it, there is no way.

All the right to speak is in the hands of only one person.

Everyone looked at Beichuan Temple in unison.

A puppet stepped on the head of Beichuan Temple, and when everyone saw it, he became even more arrogant.

But when she was happy, Beichuan Temple took her off her head and stuffed it into the neckline blankly.

He gave his answer:

"The tree of the gods must be felled."

Passed down from the distant past, there are folklore legends about the wood of the gods, which will come to an end in the hands of Beichuan Temple.

Closing the opening of the Yellow Spring gate is good for the islanders, for the Yihui sisters, and even for the Yihui Naraku who was trapped in the past.

They no longer need to be trapped in the expectations imposed on them by their ancestors, nor do they need to be entangled in the glory of the former Yihui family.

From then on, I can live the life I want.

Beichuan Temple glanced at the time.

There is still half an hour before the gate of the Yellow Spring is completely restless.

And he tried it just now.

Yushenzhimu was unexpectedly fragile in the face of death, and half an hour was enough for him to completely knock down this towering tree.

Just when Beichuan Temple was about to do it, God Child Yihui suddenly stopped Beichuan Temple.

"Mr. Beichuan"

"What's the matter? Your current spirit state shouldn't be enough for you to stay outside for a long time." Beichuan Temple's dead spirit quickly squirmed into a black axe, and said without looking back.

Yes, after a long period of punishment, it would take a lot of time for the twisted spirit body of God Child Yihui to correct it. And because of the long-term erosion of Huangquan's breath, her spirit body has always been in a weak state, unable to stay outside for long.

"I heard from Miss Shen Zhu." God child Yi Hui looked at Beichuan Temple, his twisted spirit body moved slightly, with a hopeful brilliance on his face: "I heard that you seem to have seen my daughter in the outside world? I want to ask how she is doing."

After that, the **** son Yihui blamed himself a little: "It is estimated that the emperor hates me very much."

"" Beichuan Temple.

What he cares about is actually not the sentence behind the **** child Yihui ‘I guess the emperor hates me too’, but the sentence in front of her ‘how is she doing? ’.

Beichuan Temple can’t directly answer, ‘Your daughter is a salted egg, she has become a spirit just like you. Right?

But the face of the other side's hope

Beichuan Temple stroked his chin.

This is really difficult to speak.