As the bell rang, the majestic gate of the Triangle Temple opened with a bang, and hundreds of monks dressed in gorgeous costumes slowly walked out. The low Buddha's name spread quietly, like the ripples of a lake spreading silently to the surroundings.
Thousands of tourists who had gathered at the foot of the mountain raised their heads and gave these reclusive monks pious gazes. The noisy environment gradually calmed down, and everyone clasped their hands together and consciously took pictures of the group. Although there were many people, the people were mixed.
, but there was no obvious noise or crowding.
As a quiet place, the Triangle Temple is rarely open to the public, and the space in the temple is also limited, so it cannot accommodate everyone to enter and watch the game. Fortunately, there are five games in this retirement event, and the thousands of tourists can be divided into four parts.
Groups of people entered it, and each group watched one scene, so that everyone could have the honor to see the heroic style of Ishida Hongmu.
Some people may feel sorry for this, but it is a rare honor to be able to witness Ishida Hongmu's retirement match. "Hey, there are a lot of people." Standing at the back of the crowd, Wulong looked up at the long winding dragon in front of him and couldn't help but
"Ishida Hongmu's appeal is really great. It must have attracted seven or eight thousand people."
Di Cheng asked Xiang Anni: "What is the real strength of a yokozuna-level sumo wrestler?"
"Ask Wu Long, he has fought against Ishida Hongmu."
"Huh?" Di Cheng and Yu Xiaotian looked at Wu Long at the same time.
"It was the confrontation in Kagoshima that year. One of the reasons why the special agent team was in trouble was that I was severely injured by Ishida Hongmu." Wulong paused slightly and said: "Sumo wrestlers are called mobile because of their fat body and strong strength.
When the strength of a tank is at the 'Ocean Threat' level, all indicators will increase dramatically, including their biggest weakness... speed! When it reaches the 'Ocean' level, it will be an extreme breakthrough.
, at that period, he could no longer be regarded as a simple sumo wrestler, but a real strongman, a strongman, a giant, especially the explosive power was particularly amazing. When he reached the highest level of 'yokozuna'... let's put it this way, the yokozuna
When a strong man and a big man are put on the ring, it will be the big man who falls in the end. There is no need to doubt this."
"You mean... a strong man who is comparable to the high-level gold?" Yu Xiaotian asked in surprise. Dahan has always been equivalent to the God of War in his heart, and is one of his most optimistic Tianmen goalkeepers. He can let him go easily.
There are very few people who fall. Can a sumo wrestler do this?
Wu Long shook his head: "The titles of gold and silver are just evaluation standards. In a real battle, there are many factors that determine the outcome. If you can adapt and grasp his weaknesses, maybe Shalang can kill him with one blow. If
Unable to adapt to the fighting style of sumo wrestlers, even if Tu Qingcang comes over, I dare not say that he can definitely beat him. In short, the yokozuna sumo wrestler is regarded as a god-like existence, and there must be his reasons. Take
...Huh?"
During the conversation, Wu Long suddenly let out a light sigh and looked behind him intently. Not only him, but also the people around him turned their heads one after another. The scene gradually became silent until there was no sound at all.
At this time, a cavalry team was striding forward on the mountain road. Each horse was majestic, tall, and extraordinary. The knights on it were also dressed in ancient warrior uniforms. They were all affectionate and solemn, with sharp eyes. In the center of the team, there was another car.
The curtains of the luxuriously decorated carriage were lowered, and the handsome men in it were faintly revealed in the mountain breeze. Surrounding the carriage were twelve people dressed in kimonos, with white faces, red lips, long curly hair, and drooped cheeks, like ancient artists.
A prostitute-like beauty.
The horses marched neatly, the team was majestic, and they moved forward slowly amidst the crisp sound of silver bells. In a trance, they seemed to have returned to the distant shogunate era. Outsiders saw the scene, and experts saw the essence. Di Cheng and others were secretly surprised, and they could clearly feel it.
The killing spirit exuded by this cavalry team, and the sharp eyes that can only be cultivated through cold-blooded killing, are the best proof!
Their arrival was like a majestic energy that swept through the entire venue, making everyone's expressions show a bit of awe and even fanaticism, and many people even bowed and saluted involuntarily.
"Emperor?!" Anne couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw the young man in the carriage clearly.
"Emperor?" Di Cheng and others' eyes narrowed slightly, staring closely at the carriage. The young man inside was also dressed in gorgeous attire, but his eyes were lowered, silently, as if asleep, indifferent to the performance of the outside world.
A kind of indifference radiating from the inside out.
"He is the emperor, the contemporary emperor of Japan, Emperor Shomu."
Anne regained her composure and introduced Di Cheng quietly, but as soon as she finished speaking, Wu Long's deep and solemn voice suddenly sounded: "Look at those twelve geishas! Look at the first row in front of the car, the one on the far left!"
"What's wrong?" Di Cheng and others followed Wu Long's guidance. The geisha was dressed exactly the same as the other eleven, the same gorgeous dress, the same thick foundation, the same bright red lips, the same
She was as charming as a fox, as indifferent and silent. But as if she felt their unusual gazes, the geisha raised her lowered eyes slightly and glanced here casually.
It was at this moment that the indifferent auras of Yaya and Meiyan fluctuated slightly at the same time, and their auras gradually condensed, locking onto her tightly.
Wu Long narrowed his pupils slightly and exhaled slowly: "It is indeed her!"
"who?"
"One of the five major military commanders, Isami Kawashita! Commands the second of the five military commanders, nicknamed...Thunder Girl! The cavalry may belong to the emperor's guard, but the other eleven geishas are all members of the military commander!"
Anne observed carefully for a moment and nodded gently: "It's the military assassin! The Eleven Geishas are Isami's personal attendants and the most powerful killers in the second part. Even though they are all women, they are definitely not inferior in killer skills.
For men.”
"Why did the Emperor come here? Is it also for Yamada Hongmu's retirement competition?" Yu Xiaotian asked quietly, looking at Annie.
Annie shook her head: "The Qianmu team did not warn in advance, so they may not have found out the news."
While they were talking, the cavalry escorted the emperor's carriage along the mountain road to the Triangle Temple, and stopped outside the door. The curtain was opened, and the emperor got out of the car under the service of two geishas. The samurai got off their horses one after another and stood up.
Standing and guarding the outermost perimeter.
The host outside the temple saluted respectfully, and the low-pitched Buddha's name slowly rose, welcoming the distinguished guests with the highest etiquette.
The emperor returned the courtesy to the host, exchanged a few words with him, and walked into the temple with his men.
The atmosphere at the foot of the mountain suddenly became heated. Everyone was chatting excitedly, and their words were full of excitement. Originally, the standard of this sumo match was already high enough. Unexpectedly, the emperor dared to come to watch it, which invisibly raised the level of this match again.
grade.
Although the emperor has been reduced to a puppet-like existence in the development of the times, in the hearts of most Japanese people, the "emperor" is still equivalent to a spiritual pillar and a god worthy of their respect! And I can watch the game with the emperor,
It is undoubtedly a great honor.
Shortly after the emperor's team arrived, four more convoys arrived one after another. A large number of men in black suits walked quickly into the temple under the guidance of the monks. Judging from the vague eagerness as they walked, it was obvious that
It was a sudden decision and a hasty arrival.
Under the guidance of Wu Long and Annie, the identities of these people were also clear. They were all high-level leaders of the Daochuan Society!
"This doesn't seem to be a simple sumo wrestling match. Do you want to change your decision?" Deep in the crowd, Annie asked quietly after watching groups of Inagawa-kai members enter the temple.
"It's interesting to have more people, the more the better!" Di Cheng's smile widened and he lowered his voice and said: "Remember, we are abroad now. No one knows our existence, let alone our identity, so there is no need to worry.
So much, everything is going according to the previous plan. Make trouble! It will turn everything upside down! Xiaotian, what do you think?"
Yu Xiaotian shook his head and smiled: "Madman! But that's right. As long as there are no traces left, who can know that we did it? Unless... they have a guilty conscience, and the explosion that day was planned by them!"
Di Cheng took a deep breath and smiled: "Relax, relax, don't worry, let's...enjoy!"
PS: This is the third update, not much, just express my feelings!
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