Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"Huaiyi, didn't you say last time that you would take out all your belongings and treat everyone to food and drink?" Tian Jinzhong said with a surprised look on his face.

"Don't you have to save some for emergencies? Besides, you may have to marry a wife in the future. If you don't save some wealth, you won't be able to even give you a betrothal gift!" Zhang Huaiyi scratched his head and said.

"You still want to marry a wife? Huaiyi, you think far enough!"

Tian Jinzhong looked surprised. Having grown up in the mountains, he had never had this idea before.

"What's the point?!" Zhang Huaiyi said: "Aren't many of the high-ranking officials on our mountain getting married and having children? Senior Brother Jinzhong, there are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having children. This kind of major life event must be considered, and so does Senior Brother Zhiwei. Same!"

"I haven't considered it yet," Tian Jinzhong looked at Zhang Zhiwei, "But if senior brother considers it, then I will!"

"What do you mean I should consider you when I think about you?" Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Tian Jinzhong and said, "Everyone has his own ambitions. My way may not apply to you. For me, wealth is like floating clouds, affairs between men and women are like dust, and human power It is finite, but Tao is infinite.”

"To pursue the infinite path with limited energy is to sail against the current. If you still waste your energy on the relationship between men and women, how can you go further?"

Zhang Zhiwei's words stunned Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi. Tian Jinzhong said nothing and was thinking.

Zhang Huaiyi said: "Senior Brother Zhiwei, if this is the case, what's the point of having a higher level of cultivation? A hundred years later, it will still be a pile of loess. If there are no descendants, there won't even be anyone to pay homage to you in the future. You see, even if Isn’t it the ancestor of our Tianshi Mansion, the Heavenly Master, who also married a wife and had children, and it has even been passed down to this day?”

"Yes, what you said makes sense," Zhang Zhiwei nodded and looked up at the sky, "But even so, it cannot shake my will and determination..."

The higher you stand, the farther you see, and the more scenery you see. Compared with the scenery in front, getting married, having children, and continuing future generations are really not worth mentioning.

However, Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong could not understand these words due to their limited vision. Especially Zhang Huaiyi, who was born in a wealthy family, still attached great importance to the inheritance of the family line.

The three Taoist priests did not discuss getting married and having children for too long. They came to the back mountain and dug out a bulging money bag from the bottom of a somewhat abrupt steep slope. When they shook it gently, a jingling sound came from inside.

"You're so well hidden, kid!" Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile. He had always known that Zhang Huaiyi saved money.

In the plot, Zhang Zhiwei was sent down the mountain by his master to beg for a living. Zhang Huaiyi wanted to dig out a bag of reserve funds to use as start-up capital for Zhang Zhiwei, but Zhang Zhiwei refused.

"How many are there in here?"

Tian Jinzhong's eyes widened when he saw it. He had a typical monk mentality and didn't value money. He used it with his brothers and had no intention of saving money at all.

"More than thirty pieces of gold!" Zhang Huaiyi weighed the money bag and said.

"Where did you get so much money?"

Tian Jinzhong was puzzled. We were all in the mountains and spending most of our time together. Why did he have so many Huaiyi while he didn't have many oceans?

"I have saved it bit by bit over the years. Sometimes believers will give some charity, sometimes they will go down the mountain to tell people's fortunes, or do some business, buying and selling. Before I became a monk, my family was in business. I am quite good at this aspect." Zhang Huaiyi explained.

Believers give alms... Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Zhang Huaiyi's robe. Compared to others, his robe was always the tattered, with patches everywhere, and looked pitiful.

But in fact, Longhu Mountain, as a major sect in the alien world, has robes. If the robe is damaged, you can get a new one.

Zhang Huaiyi naturally received it, but he just refused to wear it. In the past, Zhang Zhiwei always thought that Zhang Huaiyi was frugal and wanted to save the new Taoist robe to wear later.

But now that I think about it, this kid must be wearing rags just to collect the incense money.

"I see, Huaiyi, I really belong to you. However, you have to pay us for the money you saved to get a wife. How embarrassing!" Tian Jinzhong said.

"It's okay, money is something external to the body. Use it now and save it later. It's nothing!" Zhang Huaiyi said. What's more, he also saved several money bags, and his wife already had some.

"We have self-defense, so without further ado, let's set off now!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Senior brother, how are we going? By train? Or riding a crane down the mountain like last time!" Tian Jinzhong said eagerly.

"The train is too slow. Three people can't fit in it. Use this!"

Zhang Zhiwei handed Tian Jinzhong and Zhang Huaiyi two magical armored horses each.

"Senior brother, ordinary people can travel thousands of miles in a day wearing the magic walking armor horse. How far is it from our Longhu Mountain to the Demonic City?" Zhang Huaiyi asked.

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a while and said: "If we take the official road, which is winding, it will be far away. If it is a straight line, it will only be about 800 miles at most. Wearing the Shenxing armor and riding over the mountains is no problem. In addition, our foot strength is better than that of ordinary people. If there are no accidents, we can reach the Magic City in half a day!"

"I see. No wonder senior brother said that he would have morning tea in the Magic City early!" Zhang Huaiyi said.

Tian Jinzhong was eager to give it a try. When it came time to deliver the casket, he ran for seven days and seven nights. What was half a day's journey? He was the first to put on the armor and was about to set off, but saw Zhang Zhiwei making no move.

"Senior brother, you don't need a horse?"

"I can do whatever I want!"

Zhang Zhiwei took out a talisman and pinched the spell with his hand. The talisman expanded and turned into a huge white crane. With a movement of his body, he mounted the crane and rode away.

"Senior brother, you are not kind!"

"Brother, wait for us!"

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei soaring into the sky, Zhang Huaiyi and Tian Jinzhong quickly activated their talismans to follow, and the two of them walked smoothly on the rugged and steep cliffs.

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At the same time, Japan, Edo.

On a road lined with thousands of cherry blossom trees, floats paraded slowly past, and floats with different themes moved slowly along specific routes.

Some people put on exquisite kimonos, all with their waists bent, dancing and performing an extremely obscene martial art, which they called Awa Odori.

This ugly dance usually appears at events such as spring festivals, summer festivals, and autumn festivals.

Like today, the Soul Resurrection Club in Edo is holding a grand autumn festival.

The Summoning Society was established by the emperor seventy years ago and is jointly managed by the army and navy. The shrine's "Palace Secretary" is usually an active-duty army general.

Unlike shrines such as Ise Shrine, which serve gods such as Amaterasu, the Summoning Society was originally established to enshrine gods.

As we all know, there are many messy gods in Japan, but after the establishment of the Soul Summoning Society, a rule was established that people born after the Meiji era could only have the opportunity to become gods for national worship in the Soul Summoning Society.

If you want to join a spiritual society, the only way is to die for His Majesty the Emperor. It doesn't matter whether you are good or bad before you die, you will be regarded as a god.

There are many major festivals in the Soul-Calling Club, but in this current year, the most grand ones are the Spring Festival and the Autumn Festival.

The Spring Festival is held on April 30. That day is the anniversary of the triumphant military parade after Japan defeated Maozi.

The Autumn Festival is held on October 23, exactly one week after the start of the Xiayuan Festival Ceremony Ceremony. This day is the anniversary of the triumphant return of the navy for a ship review after Japan defeated Maozi.

However, this year's autumn festival is different compared to the past. In previous years, the main festival was held by Army General Shigeo.

During the event, there will also be Kagura performances, sumo wrestling competitions, horse racing and other entertainment activities, but there will be none this year.

This year's festival was particularly heavy, with many activities canceled and the Grand Priest of Ise Jingu Shrine invited to be the officiant. Even the Emperor and Empress spent 10,000 yuan from the treasury in the name of "Special Deposit". It shows the world that the emperor and his subjects are one, and the emperor's sacred intention of praising the war dead.

At this moment, in the Soul-Calling Club, sacrifices were being carried out.

Different from traditional shrines, the Summoning Shrine is a space that combines a European-style park with the bustling area of ​​Edo. For those who like old shrines, they will feel at a loss when facing the Summoning Shrine. It is neither Chinese nor Western. Not Western, like a freak.

In the huge open space in the shrine, a group of men in black kimonos, with short swords in white sheaths at their waists, all had heavy faces and looked forward.

There was an altar there. The Grand Priest of the Ise Shrine climbed onto the altar and began to dance and recite incantations. Under his altar, there were all kinds of ghost-like patterns, and almost endless symbols were hidden inside.

As he chanted the spell, the runes began to glow, like some kind of intense chemical reaction, and a large amount of white mist rose up.

The deep chanting of the Ise Jingu Shrine Company resounded. Under his chanting, black light surged in the white mist, and ghost figures wearing shit-yellow military uniforms appeared one after another. For a moment, the white mist There are ghosts and shadows among them, and demons are dancing wildly.

These are the souls of the Japanese pirate soldiers who died in Bincheng, and they appear majestically right above the shrine.

It was the afternoon and the sun was shining down, but the ghosts were not afraid of the light at all, which showed how special these ghosts were.

In fact, it is indeed different. Ordinary ghosts are often the ones whose spirits are not completely extinguished after death, but revive for some reason.

The souls of the Japanese pirates who were killed by Zhang Zhiwei in Bincheng have long been swallowed alive by those demons. Let alone summoning the souls, even if they collect the soul light fragments to put them together, they will not be able to piece together a complete one.

Therefore, the spirit summoned by the Grand Priest of Ise Shrine at this moment has nothing to do with them. Strictly speaking, the spirit that appears now is an application based on the power of faith.

As we all know, God is man-made. Although the individual is small, the power of belief in the group is huge.

People in Japan all believe that the souls of those who died in war will return to the Soul Resurrection Society and become heroic spirits. Therefore, the power of their belief turns into these ghosts and enters the shrine.

In short, this is a scam that deceives the people by saying that those who die in battle can turn into heroic spirits or become gods. In fact, those who die in battle are dead. However, the power that the people believe in gives birth to "gods", and this "God" also acts as a tool to fool the people, forming an almost perfect closed loop.

The step Omiyaji is currently performing is called soul-calling. After that, there is a series of deification processes such as requieming souls, comforting spirits, and heroic spirits. These processes are smelly and long, but they undoubtedly play a special role in promoting, aggregating, and sublimating. .

When everything was over, it was already late at night, the shrine fired salutes, set off firecrackers, and colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky. This is called a fireworks display, and it is to appease the souls of the dead.

Accompanied by the fireworks, those wearing black kimonos to the gods walked through the shrine gate, walked through the stone steps covered with cherry blossoms, stopped under the vermilion stone wall in front of the main hall dedicated to the "god", and bowed deeply three times.

Two people stepped into the shrine next, one was a short old man with white hair holding a cane, and the other was a tall young man with disheveled hair.

Both of them were wearing black-striped haori, with white socks and wooden clogs on their feet. They were looking ahead and walking extremely steadily. The scene was as solemn as a funeral.

The two of them bowed deeply in front of the main hall, lit three sticks of incense and put them in the incense burner.

Watching the cigarette smoke disperse, the young man sighed softly:

"Mr. Ono, do we really want to get involved?"

The white-haired little old man said expressionlessly:

"Er Li, everyone wants to have an upright identity and live in the sun. Let's go and enter the palace!"

The floor of the main hall is covered with tatami mats, and a shrine is enshrined inside. The inner wall is surrounded by carefully painted ukiyo-e paintings, all of which depict war scenes.

As soon as the two of them entered the palace, they felt an invisible pressure pushing over them like a wall, making people breathless.

But this pressure came and went quickly, disappearing in an instant. It was obvious that this was a show of force.

The old man and the young man both felt shuddered in their hearts, but their expressions remained unchanged and they looked forward.

Sitting on the main seat of the main hall was an old man with silver hair, tall, thin and tall, wearing black clothes and with an unfathomable aura.

"See you again, Ono-kun!" The old man pointed to the cushion next to him.

"Greetings to the Grand Priest!"

The little old man bowed and led the young man Erli to sit down on his knees in the corner.

"Here, let me introduce you!"

The Grand Palace Secretary pointed at an old man and a young man, and said to a middle-aged man with a solemn face next to him:

"This is Ono-kun, the leader of the Bihe Mountain ninjas. This is Ono-kun's disciple..."

After a brief introduction, Omiyaji pointed at the middle-aged man and said:

"This is the Palace Secretary of the Soul Resurrection Club, Army General Onijima Shigeo, Ono-kun, if you have any appeals than Heshan, you can talk to him!"

Ninja was about to speak, but Onishima Shigeo interrupted him and said first:

"The empire supported a bandit in China and wanted him to be used by us, but as his power grew, he gradually exceeded our control."

"According to the investigation of the Special High School Division, he may be behind the destruction of the Bincheng Railway Company and the Railway Guard. I want you to infiltrate his influence and investigate the real culprit behind the Bincheng incident!"