It is not only a beautifully made piece of pure gold art, but also a symbol of the privileges of the Japanese royal family. Without it, the monks of Fugakuji Temple would never have been able to adhere to the teachings of Master Bumenlu and Master Kambei and regard me as theirs.
The future leader. No wonder many people in the world have an endless desire for power day and night. It turns out that the feeling of having great power is indeed extremely satisfying.
I stretched out the middle finger of my right hand and flicked it, and the gold coin rolled rapidly into the air, making a "clang" sound, like someone suddenly playing the strings of a guzheng, and the lingering sound lingered. When it fell back into my palm again,
Absorbing the chill in the air, it was cold and hard, which made me feel inexplicably excited.
Monk Xiang did not leave. After the monks left, he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Feng, I have something to report."
I hate his bad attitude of being arrogant at first and respectful at the end: "What's the matter?"
The elephant monk immediately took action to snatch the "Extreme Fire Pill" after Bu Menlu's death, which already left a very bad impression on me.
"Yes, I will only talk about the key points - Master Shenbi once left a diary, which recorded in detail the major and minor events in the past ten years since he was promoted to the director of Fengkeo Temple. The diary is stored in the safe of the Sutra Pavilion. He
He repeatedly told me and the three of us, Dragon, Lion and Tiger, that if he dies suddenly one day in the future and has no time to leave his last words, we must read his diary, especially the contents of the past three years. Since Mr. Feng possesses the royal family’s supreme gold coin,
He must be a good friend of us Japanese people. I believe in the ghost of Master Kamibi, and I would be happy for you to read his diary."
The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion stood abruptly behind a few rows of courtyards. The elephant monk's face, full of fine wrinkles, showed a flattering smile: "Also, Mr. Feng, Shi Dao, who is responsible for tourist reception, came to see me about his job changes.
, I will arrange it immediately——"
I didn't want to talk to him anymore, so I interrupted him directly: "Well, you can take care of it. In the future, you will be the host of Fengke Temple. If possible, I will also throw this gold coin..."
After this alluring bait, I turned around and entered the yard. I believed that the gold coin would be coveted by the elephant monk, hoping that I would give it to him so that his power could further expand.
The bed is already covered with pictures, at least seventy of them.
The four people in the room remained speechless. The latest picture they put together was a neat row of ten Buddhist niches, each of which contained a Buddha statue sitting cross-legged and meditating.
"Buddhist niche? Also underwater?" I was not too surprised. After all, I have seen many similar things in tourist attractions such as Longmen Grottoes and Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes. As for the underwater Buddhist niche, the Leshan Giant Buddha in Sichuan and the Siamese statue in Thailand.
It has also appeared in nearby waters for a long time.
Xiao Kereng held a pencil and wrote something on the white paper in front of him. From time to time, he turned his head and looked at the Buddhist niches in deep thought.
The tycoon held the phone in his hand and never had time to dial. He was confused by the pictures in the room and kept sighing softly.
"There are still some close-ups missing. From such a distance, you can't tell what is enshrined in the Buddhist niche -" Shao Bai stroked the paintings, pointed to one of them, and asked hesitantly: "Look, everyone, this Buddha statue has a belt."
Is the thing on your shoulder a Japanese sword?"
Japanese swords are just a category of Japanese samurai swords. They were weapons commonly used by Japanese pirates in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Pirates were called Japanese pirates, and the long swords they wore were called "Japanese swords."
"Yes, it's a Japanese sword." Zhang Baisen replied affirmatively.
"I just think that there are no statues of gods carrying swords in Japanese Buddhist scriptures. So, could the statues enshrined in these underwater Buddhist niches be the gods of some pagan sect?" Shao Bai was scratching his head again, with messy hair.
Gray dandruff keeps falling down.
Buddhism in various countries has developed to this day after hundreds or even thousands of years. The Buddha statues, scriptures, and stories about gods and Buddhas worshiped by the people in the country have been relatively fixed. If someone adds a new religion, they will definitely be rejected by the people as a "cult."
,heresy".
If it weren't for the Buddha statues of great significance, I'm afraid no one would hide them at the bottom of the extremely deep water, and the identity of Yano Shenxiu has become increasingly confusing.
I picked up the painting pointed by Shao Bai and looked at it carefully several times. I felt that Guan Baoling's pencil lines seemed to deliberately highlight the image of the knife. Once again, Xiao Kereng connected with me and moved the paper in his hand.
Handed over, there was an enlarged samurai sword on it. The handle was about forty centimeters, taking up one-third of the total length.
"I'm looking forward to the next batch of paintings that will feature detailed close-ups of this long knife - Mr. Feng, with your knowledge, you must have a deeper understanding of its origins, right?" Now everyone's identities and relationships have become very important.
Special, like a patchwork special experimental group, people have become temporary colleagues, and Xiao Keleng, like one of my most considerate assistants, will always give me advice at the right time.
to help.
I held the piece of paper, thought for a moment, took out the phone and walked to the yard.
Shao Bai snorted dissatisfiedly, probably blaming me for deliberately hiding my discovery and not being honest enough.
Extreme curiosity and panic caused everyone to lose their appetite for food. Before this incident was completely over, everyone might have forgotten that there are two other things in life: eating and sleeping.
Unconsciously, the pale setting sun began to fall to the west.
The monks swept away the snow in the small courtyard. The snow that had melted in the morning had been blown into thin, shiny ice by the cold wind in the evening.
I stopped under the eaves for a while, staring at the enlarged picture of a Japanese sword painted by Xiao Kereng again. Finally I couldn't help it and dialed a phone number.
While I was waiting for the other party to answer the phone, I noticed the gray-clothed monk on guard on the tile ridge on the south roof, with a submachine gun hanging on his shoulder. He looked very strange. There were people on the east and west walls and on the roof who were shivering with cold.
The sentries, their bald heads mixed with the color of the snow, made people laugh.
"Hello, who is it?" The person who answered the phone had a hoarse voice and an attitude as rude as a butcher who had just stepped off the assembly line.
"Me." I only said one word, and the spectacular image of the other person with his bare chest and body hair quickly appeared in my mind. However, I knew that the one tool he would never be without in his hand was not a butcher knife, but a hammer.
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"Haha, it's you - hmm? You're in Japan? Why don't you come to me to learn sword skills? Do you know? I just bought a book of sword skills from Nepal, which is definitely better than all the martial arts of you Chinese people. Also.
Yes, I have successfully used low-temperature freezing casting technology to increase the relative temperature difference when the blade is quenched to three hundred degrees. The sharp knife made in this environment is better than what you said, "Blowing hair, breaking hair, killing people."
The standards for tests such as "blood retention" are more than ten times higher, you must come and see it..."
The receiver was filled with his gushing voice, which made my temples swell again.
The manpower mobilized by the elephant monk does not seem to be the main force in the temple. I suspect that he simply turned a deaf ear to my words. If it doesn't work, I will consider recruiting people from the Sharpshooter Club. At least they are more professional in gun battle formations and Jianghu vendettas.
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If it were up to me to arrange it, I would at least place snipers, navigators and escort combat teams at various commanding heights in the temple. Currently, the three locations that can overlook the entire temple should be the top of the tower, the top of the Sutra Pavilion and the temple gate.
By controlling these three points, you can take the lead and become invincible.
Most importantly, using high-level snipers combined with combat teams to control the top of the tower will indirectly form a condescending surveillance situation over the meditation hall.
"Hey, Feng, are you listening to me?" the person on the receiver shouted.
"I've been listening, Mr. Butcher's Knife." I responded lazily.
"Haha, you missed another word. My full name should be called 'Dragon Sword' - Asia's number one master of forging swords, Master of the Dragon Sword." He smiled proudly, with laughter mixed in.
There was a "ding-ding-ding-ding" sound of forging iron.
The title of Asia's No. 1 sword-forging master is absolutely correct. Before he lived in seclusion in Mount Fuji, he was so famous that it put Bill Gates and other world's richest men to shame. His titles, status, and wealth were even more astonishing. Among them, the more prominent ones
One is that the U.S. Munitions Department used a high-ranking official to invite him to serve as a consultant for the development of a new generation of tactical daggers, and even invited Secretary of Defense Rumsfeld to be a lobbyist, but he refused unceremoniously. The reason was that
"The butcher's knife used by the U.S. special forces is sufficient and does not need improvement at all."
Before retiring to seclusion, he liked to call himself "Butcher's Knife", which means that all swords in the world, whether killing people or killing dogs, pigs, cows, or horses, are all inhumane slaughters. Since it is a massacre, every murderer is
The butcher, whether he is a righteous man from the United States or the United Kingdom, or a terrorist killer of the Japanese, Mafia, Yamaguchi-gumi, etc., so every time he forges a knife, his final fate will be reduced to a kind of butcher knife.
After returning to seclusion, he changed his name to "Dragon Sword" and no longer provided finished swords to anyone or any organization. Instead, he only followed his own whim, using forging and smelting as a pastime, and occasionally casting some sword embryos to reward himself.
"Brother, there is no such animal as a dragon in the world. At most, there were weird plesiosaurs in the Jurassic era. So, at most, you will be like the dragon slayer in the Chinese fable, and you will learn how to slay it in ten years."
The dragon's special skills have nowhere to perform, do you understand?"
Being able to talk to such a master who is obsessed with casting skills and has nothing to do with the world makes me feel that my heart has been purified and cultivated every time. Unfortunately, he is Japanese, and there are still slight differences in culture, language, and beliefs between friends, so it is impossible to fully understand it.
Integration can only go as far as "the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water". Don't talk about state affairs, just talk about it.
The dragon-slaying knife let out a burst of weird laughter, and the clanking sound more than doubled in speed, as if it was setting the rhythm of its own laughter.
"Feng, you Chinese like to say, 'I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything.' What's there to take care of?" His sense of smell is still sensitive.
I raised the painting in front of my eyes and slowed down my speech: "I want to buy a knife for collection. Please judge it first to see if it is worth the price offered by the seller."
The Dragon Sword claims to know every sword in the world and every famous forging master. The information available in his mind is twenty times better than the core computer of the American weapons arsenal.