10 The shark walked through the two moon cave doors with both lungs, and turned left again. It was a deep and long alley three meters wide paved with cobblestones, leading to the green and swaying bamboo forest thirty meters to the north.
The north wind intensified, and the bamboos as thick as an egg were blown constantly, and the five-meter-high tips formed an undulating wave. The air was filled with the fragrance of bamboo leaves, which was breathtaking.
revel.
"Sir, please stay." Two men in white with steady steps suddenly appeared, with indifferent expressions. Their extremely standard English pronunciation was like the sound synthesis system in an electronic machine, and even the height of their voices was almost exactly the same.
My thoughts were suddenly disrupted, and what appeared in my sight at the same time was a middle-aged man in a gray suit standing beside Xiuzhu in the distance.
Two men in white clothes were lying in front of me. Their casual clothes were zipped to the top. They wore gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of their noses. They had regular features and fair skin. They looked like gentle university intellectuals, but their right hands were pressing on the
At the waist, he maintained a full-body alert posture.
"What? You can't visit here?" I started to pretend to be confused.
"Yes." One of the men in white replied briefly, and the other one snorted contemptuously in his nostrils.
I could see that both of them had powerful short guns stuck in their waists, and there were extremely sharp knives hidden in their sleeves. They should be the "Swordfish" tactical daggers commonly used by Japan's senior special police, which are always with you.
The natural cold air coming from the sharp blade has already made the hairs on the back of my hands stand up.
Xiuzhu is always green all year round, never yellowing and withering like bamboo leaves elsewhere. This is also a feature of "Youhuangshui County". The entrance to the small courtyard is behind the bamboo forest. The middle-aged man looked up at Xiuzhu lonelyly.
The clear sky above the bamboo was washed by water. Sometimes he clasped his hands behind his back, and sometimes he folded his arms, obviously full of sorrow.
He had his back to this side at this time, so I couldn't see his face.
"I am a guest of Fengke Temple. Master Shenbi has promised me that I can visit any place, including the most private Sutra Pavilion in the temple. Who are you two? It seems that they are not monks in the temple. What right do you have to stop me?
"
I deliberately pestered him, hoping to make the middle-aged man look back. His back looked familiar, and I even suspected that he was a big shot in the Japanese royal family. However, hadn't the helicopter already flown away at dawn? How could the big shot still be stranded?
In the temple?
"You'd better go away and don't cause trouble. I'll only give you ten seconds." The man in white's voice became even colder. When his hand inadvertently lifted the hem of his casual clothes, the gray gun handle outside the holster was revealed.
.That weapon is also exclusively used by the special police. It is produced in a secret military factory in Osaka, Japan. When used in conjunction with the "Swordfish", it is in no way inferior to the weapons and equipment of the US Navy SEALs.
I can guess that it is impossible for only two people to be responsible for security work. Once the Japanese special police force is dispatched, the entire combat team must act at the same time. The total manpower should be between 25 and 30 people. Its powerful combat capabilities
, worth ten times that of ordinary troops.
"You'd better get out of my way, or I'll-" I raised my voice.
The middle-aged man still didn't look back, pacing back and forth, his face always facing the direction of the small courtyard.
The man in white on the right said nothing, and with a swish sound, the gun was unsheathed and pointed at my chest. The man on the left quietly slashed at the back of my neck with a slap of the wind, using authentic karate techniques.
"Killing Technique".
There is no doubt that people who can serve as security guards for big shots have long had the privilege of "killing first and then telling the story, and can use extraordinary means to deal with extraordinary events at any time." From the action characteristics of the two men in white, I have basically identified the middle-aged man.
identity.
When the man in white's palm touched my hair, I turned slightly sideways to let the palm hit the air. At the same time, I bumped back with my left elbow and hit the attacker's chest with all my strength.
With a "pop" sound, the man in white who attacked me fell on his back. However, he reacted very promptly. He took advantage of the situation and flipped backwards, hitting the side stone wall with his shoulder. He neutralized the strong force on the tip of my elbow and escaped from my chest.
Disaster of fractures. The man in white in front of me had just raised the muzzle of his gun, and my right palm had already cut hard on his wrist. With a "click", the wrist bone immediately shattered, and the pistol fell to the ground.
What happened next was probably what I expected. More than twenty people in white emerged silently from the corners, under the eaves, and among the flowers and trees, blocking the way forward layer by layer, completely blocking the middle-aged man.
The man covered himself up.
I quickly raised my hands to show that I had no ill intentions and was just forced to fight back. Facing the muzzles of more than twenty black guns, I had no choice but to endure.
Another man in white came up and conducted a military-style body search on me, as skillfully as a technician on an assembly line.
"There are no weapons, let him go!" The man in white found nothing, turned around and made a gesture, asking his accomplices to put down their guns. This is on Japanese territory, and the man in white acted so low-key, which was really beyond my expectation.
Normally, anyone who dares to scare a big shot would be sent to jail for at least three months.
I took a step forward and pretended to go in the direction of "Youhuangshui County", but the man in white quickly raised his hand and placed it on my chest: "Friend, can you go around it? There is nothing to see here.
!" This man's eyebrows were very thick, pressing hard on a pair of eagle eyes, and there was a strange horseshoe-shaped scar on his left cheek.
"I know you." I smiled, because I had seen this man and this horseshoe-shaped scar countless times in the media photos of the big shot. He was the bodyguard captain of the big shot, an unknown but impressive person.
Codenamed "Eagle Knife".
"Thank you. If you really know me, you should know what my responsibilities are. No matter which way your friends come, please turn back." He still maintained his usual low profile and indifference, but I knew that even without those people holding guns behind him,
Even if the man in white is present, I can't easily defeat him.
"I am Feng, a friend of Miss Tengjia. I have to go to Youhuangshui County for something. We have made an appointment." I took a step back and withdrew from his indifferent gaze like an angry eagle.
Yingdao nodded: "I know you, but I can't let you go now." He waved his hand, and all the people in white disappeared quickly. I saw that the middle-aged man was alarmed and looked over here.
Ying Dao stamped his feet, pulled his collar, as if he was afraid of the cold, and repeated again: "Please come back."
Although his body is not tall and strong, his momentum when standing in front of me is extremely domineering, as insurmountable as a mountain.
I sneered and prepared to walk back. It would be unwise to offend a big shot. A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. What I encountered this time was not a local snake but a local dragon.
"Huh? Wait a minute, please wait a minute, Mr. Feng -" I only took a few steps when Yingdao suddenly called out in a low voice and quickly caught up from behind.
My arms were fully charged, ready to deal with his surprise attack at any time. In this complex environment, I had to be wary of anyone at any time.
"Haha, don't get me wrong, Mr. Feng, my master has invited me." He turned to me and stretched out his hands easily to show that he had no ill intentions. At this time, a gentle smile appeared in his eagle eyes, like a spring breeze.
I turned my head and looked back, and saw a middle-aged man waving to me. All two buttons of his suit were unbuttoned, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.
"Master has requested, but Mr. Feng should understand that there are at least thirty or more firearms of various types aimed at you at this time. If there is any trouble, I will not be able to restrain my brothers. Do you understand what I mean?
"Yingdao smiled politely, with murderous intent hidden in his words. He had just searched my body and found no deadly weapons. These words were a warning to me not to try to assassinate big shots with my bare hands. It is said that big shots have killed their own bodyguards.
Order, I would rather kill him by mistake than let him go. His safety is the top priority in everything.
I sneered, ignored Ying Dao, and walked straight forward.
There are photos of important figures in the "Asahi Shimbun" almost every day. His diet, daily life, words and deeds all make reporters not stingy with the film in their cameras.
When I walked up to him, I unconsciously felt a little nervous. It is said that the big shot in charge of the world comes out of his mother's womb with murderous intent. This saying has its own truth.
"Mr. Feng, I have admired you for a long time. You are famous all over the world at such a young age. Compared with you, our generation is really old and ashamed!" He spoke Chinese extremely fluently, and he always smiled and extended his hand to me.
When he came, he even leaned forward slightly and his attitude was extremely humble.
His exact age should be fifty-five. His hair has been carefully dyed black and neatly pulled back, revealing a smooth and white forehead.
I also stretched out my hand and noticed that his fingers were strong and strong, and his handshake was warm and lasting, as if he was meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
"Thank you, I'm just a nobody in the world, and I don't deserve such praise from you." When I praise the Japanese, I always feel a little uncomfortable in my heart. It's like competing with a traitor and feeling depraved.
"Nobody? Haha, Mr. Feng is so polite! I had dinner with the President of the United States last week, and he talked to me about you several times, and even described you as a 'blockbuster young Chinese'. Did you know? The Pentagon is working on it
Collect your information and prepare to hire you to join their special organization with a high salary. Young people, your future is extremely bright, I am very optimistic about you, very optimistic about you!"
At this point, he let go of my hand, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. In such weather, he was wearing thin clothes, so this kind of action could only prove that he was extremely irritable.
I have never been interested in American positions. Their so-called "high salary" may not be worth one-tenth of the legacy left by the scalpel after a hundred years. Why should I lose the watermelon to pick up the sesame seeds?
The cobblestone road goes straight through the bamboo forest and is blocked by a two-person-high bamboo gate. On both sides of the bamboo gate are bamboo walls that extend continuously, partly artificially repaired and partly formed naturally. In front of the bamboo gate, there is a three-meter-long bamboo wall.
It is a long, one-meter-wide bamboo bridge with gurgling water running east to west under the bridge.
The reason why the big shot stands here awkwardly is because the seventy or eighty bamboo sticks in front of him are all carved with small knives in neat Han official characters - "Youhuangshui County, please come in without invitation." In Japanese words,
In temples, Chinese signs are often seen, which is an unchanging custom that has been passed down since the Tang Dynasty.
"Mr. Feng, I know... you just had a strange experience and brought back a mysterious iron plate. Tengjia is studying the secret of the iron plate inside, but she doesn't like to be disturbed during meditation. What can you do?
Can I go in?" He smiled, as if the bamboo gate was an impenetrable copper wall. But obviously, his words were just an excuse. Everyone knew that in the Japanese archipelago, from the airspace to the land and territorial waters, it would be impossible to reach it without him.
place.
If I want to see Toka, I can push open the bamboo door and go in, regardless of the "no entry unless invited" ban. That is for ordinary monks in Fengge Temple, what does it have to do with me? But I think of Toka and the big shot.
He suddenly had an epiphany: "The big shot ignores national affairs and flies to Fengqiao Temple in the middle of the night. It is impossible for him to just see Toka. What is the secret on the iron plate? What is the direction of Toka's enlightenment?
What? Could it be related to the 'Sea Tomb of Gods' again?"
I shook my head nonchalantly: "I can't help it. If Miss Fujika refuses to see people, it seems inconvenient to break in. If it doesn't work, I can wait until tomorrow."
Big shots have always focused on Japan's defense and national affairs. Women and children are just embellishments in his political career, so he doesn't care about the scandals about himself that are circulating in the public. He cares about Toka, not as a father to his daughter.
Concerned, but purely concerned about the secret that Tengjia might understand, that is, the secret of the "Sea Tomb of Gods".
Fortunately, there is no direct conflict on this point. What I am interested in is the record in the "Biluo Huangquan Sutra". The Japanese covet the "Wrath of the Sun God" and let them do whatever they want.
He laughed suddenly and unbuttoned another button, revealing a heavy gold medal hanging around his neck.
I am familiar with that gold medal because I saw it when Toka disappeared in the Pyramid of Tokaihan. It is a symbol of the Japanese royal family.
"Feng, there are only you and me here. To be honest, I admire you very much and have read a lot of information reports about you. According to the secret proposal sent by the Prime Minister, I hope you can stay in Japan and develop--"
I sneered and said, "Thank you, thank you."
Although he is just new to the world, he has received great attention from all forces, and he should be able to prove his worth. Unfortunately, he has the wrong intentions and tries to bribe me with high-ranking officials.
In fact, the bamboo door in front is just ajar, without any traces of chains, and it should open with a push. I am the real owner of the iron plate. Even if I fall into a coma as soon as I escape from the trap, at least Tengjia should say hello to me first.
It studies and comprehends it, right? That thing is the only trophy that Guan Baoling and I obtained after being frightened and terrified. If it is just used by others without knowing it, there is simply no justice in heaven.
I took a long breath and prepared to sign up according to the rules of the arena.
Amidst the sound of running water, there was suddenly a tinkling sound of the guqin, which was extremely quiet and elegant. The left foot I just raised suddenly stopped in mid-air, unable to move forward or retreat. Although the guqin and guzheng are traditional Chinese musical instruments, in this
The sound in the ancient Japanese temple appears to be very harmonious in terms of emotion, reason, scenery, and objects.
"Hey, Feng, I still have something to say. It's not too late to go in after listening!" He touched his chin with a slight green stubble, sneered meaningfully, and before I could refuse, he quickly continued: "Twenty
Years ago, a Chinese man surnamed Yang went to the Tokyo National Museum and paid a lot of money to ask Mr. Konosuke Watanabe, the old curator, for advice on a mysterious question - 'Shark double lungs'..."
I took back my left foot and listened calmly to what he said.
"Mr. Watanabe is one hundred and three years old this year. He can be said to be a rare walking dictionary in the Japanese archaeological community. I believe that only he can give the most convincing answer to this question. The shark has two lungs and is amphibious on land and water. It is said that
It can dive to the extreme depth of the seabed, and can lurk motionless on the seabed thousands of meters deep for up to three months. Do you want to know what the purpose of Mr. Yang's asking for advice is?"
He flicked his red and neat nails, making a "crack" sound, stretched out his hand to touch the green bamboo pole beside him, and pondered deliberately.
"Humph." I sneered twice.
The sound of the guqin was ups and downs, the rhythm was slow and fast, as if someone was dancing with all their sleeves in the empty hall, not for any audience, just to express their feelings.
He spoke again, but what he said was the sound of the piano: "This piece of music, guqin players all over Asia can't understand the origin of it, they can only excuse it as a 'miscellaneous piece of music', but I know that it is a piece of rattan."
Jia's inner voice, she would only play this piece when she encountered an extremely confusing problem, and she would only play it in 'Youhuangshui County', and only for herself."
I don’t want to listen to the piano, and I don’t want to hear people interpret its meaning. The rumors about the "mermaid double lungs" are actually about one of the most mysterious diving skills in the world, which is composed of Indian yoga and Chinese