"I'm dead, am I really dead?" Meng Xiaoan suddenly laughed loudly. He smiled and shouted unwillingly.
"Ah -" Meng Xiaoan screamed hysterically, and he died just like that. The corners of Meng Xiaoan's mouth twitched, why, why did this happen? He should have killed Fan Xiaoye at that time.
Where's the bull-headed horse noodles? Where's King Yama? Where's Meng Po soup?" Meng Xiaoan thought about the scenes of the dead going to hell on TV. He looked around and was a little dumbfounded. There was a world of endless sea water, and he was standing alone on the water.
It seems to be endless.
Where is this? Meng Xiaoan raised his head helplessly and asked.
I can't die, I can't die, I want to return to the human world, I must return to the human world.
Meng Xiaoan kept thinking about returning to the human world. Meng Xiaoan first calmed down his anxious mood, looked around, and discerned the direction of the sea water flow. Meng Xiaoan walked on the horizontal surface, step by step.
He walked. Meng Xiaoan forgot how long he had walked. He didn't stop to rest until his feet were numb. He sat on the water. Fortunately, he had water to drink. Otherwise, he would have starved to death, but water can't solve the problem.
Problem, his stomach was still rumbling with hunger. It would be great if there were fish here. Meng Xiaoan thought extravagantly and sighed. The whole space was red and the water surface was very calm.
How long do I have to walk before I can see the end? Meng Xiaoan looked ahead, which was still endless. He stood up and walked forward step by step. Now he couldn't figure out where the north, south, east, and west were.
Meng Xiaoan suddenly saw a ray of light coming from the ring in his eyes.
Meng Xiaoan knew that this was given to him by Li Dingtian when he was about to die. Could it be that there was some unspeakable secret in it?
Meng Xiaoan took off the ring, and then saw that the white ring seemed to have a thin glow.
Looks like something is looking for?
Meng Xiaoan shook it with his hand and found something white and pink in appearance.
Is this some kind of panacea?
Meng Xiaoan ate it without saying a word.
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Yasukuni Shrine, formerly known as "Tokyo Soul Recruitment Shrine", was built in 1869. The original Yasukuni Shrine was a place to worship Japanese soldiers.
It was renamed Yasukuni Shrine in the ninth year. It is located in the 9th section of Tokyo, covering an area of nearly 100,000 square meters and is in the shape of a long strip. The middle of the shrine is divided into two parts, the front and the back, by a path. There is a huge torii (torii gate) in front of the courtyard.
). The shrine has pines and cypresses, and the greenery is overwhelming. The main buildings such as the worship hall are in the backyard. A pair of stone towers stand on the roadside between the front and back yards. On the towers are engraved sixteen faces showing "the progress of the emperor's fortune", "
Relief of "Fighting and Endeavoring".
Among these sixteen reliefs, ten are related to the war of aggression against China.
During the eight-year bloody war of aggression, what this nation remembers is not their vivid and inhumane heinous crimes, but the so-called "martial arts feats" of the ghosts of the empire. On one side of the courtyard is the "Yushukan", which displays
Japan's entire war history from the Meiji Restoration to the Sino-Japanese War in 2082. Many spectators praise its war of aggression. This is also one of the favorite places for worshippers.
The worship hall was newly built five years ago. The old hall had already been reduced to ashes by the artillery fire of the 71st Army in the last Sino-Japanese War. At the same time, more than 20 monks in the shrine died. Because the monks
The number of shrines is becoming increasingly scarce, and the deserted shrines are only managed by intelligent robots. Therefore, the Japan Shinto Association firmly opposes the suggestion of transferring monks from various shrines. As a result, most of the monks today are old right-wingers who take turns to serve.
There is a Japanese-style archway in front of the worship hall. A wide white curtain decorated with chrysanthemum emblems hangs low in front of the worship hall. There is an atmosphere of murder in the gloom. More than 2.7 million war dead are enshrined in the shrine.
They all "falled like cherry blossoms" on the battlefield, and their "heroic souls" will forever rest in peace in the shrine.
For many years, the Yasukuni Shrine has been a holy place used by Japan's far-right forces to promote militarism and overturn the verdict of the war of aggression. In 1978, the shrine took advantage of the opportunity of holding an autumn festival to bring Tojo Hideki and Itagaki Seishiro
The souls of fourteen Class-A war criminals are publicly enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine in the name of "Showa Martyrs." Due to various political motives, prime ministers in the past have always tried their best to enter the shrine to pay homage. However, due to international pressure
, most people visit the shrine in a private capacity. Of course, "die-hard" worshipers like Naka Oshima Yuji, political figures who risk their short political careers and visit the shrine in the name of Prime Minister, are not excluded. Because Japan
The Japanese Constitution after World War II stipulates that no religious group has the right to accept state privileges, and the state and its agencies are not allowed to participate in religious activities. Therefore, in the mouths of successive government worshippers, visiting the Yasukuni Shrine is no longer a religious act, but just a tribute to the people.
The emperor is just expressing his loyalty.
The sky tonight was as dark as ink, and not a single soul could be seen.
A man wearing black uniforms and long hair slowly walked into the Yasukuni Shrine like a ghost. His face was gloomy, and a pair of black eyes contained strange emotions.
An old man followed behind this long-haired man. The distance of one meter could protect the person in front of him without giving people a sense of urgency.
"Master, there is a shrine in front of you." The old man said suddenly, with wrinkles on his face, it was difficult to tell how old he was.
"We're here." Miyamoto raised his eyes and saw that in the distance, yellow lanterns lined up a long wall.
When you got closer, you could vaguely see the date of the festival written on it. The wind was very strong, and hundreds of lanterns were swaying non-stop. Some of them were blown up and fell into the woods in the distance.
Here, the "monks" were busy hanging up new lanterns.
Miyamoto raised his head, and the huge torii towered in front of him. It looked like a melancholy and majestic monster in the night, shaking people's souls. The sound of the wind was shrill, like countless ghosts telling the hatred between humans and ghosts.
Miyamoto Makoto, the future ruler of the Yamaguchi-gumi and the oldest Yamaguchi-gumi in history, showed a humble look. He couldn't help but clasping his palms together and bowing slightly in front of the torii. My ancestors, are you well?
?. He couldn't help but ask in his heart.
Amidst the crackling sound, a group of fully armed self-defense team members quickly passed by them, their dark faces flickering in and out of light, like a hundred ghosts walking in the night. In such a cold and deep night, everything was in danger.
It seems so mysterious and unknowable.
This is the boundary between humans and ghosts... Not far away, someone was singing a poem in a low voice.
"Loyal soul of Jingguo, please rest in peace.
Although the martial arts will no longer last long, although the war song has faded, the glory and sorrow are your medals.
Because your blood has dyed the cherry blossoms red.
Your bright heroic soul will no longer be lonely.
Because one day, my soul will take refuge here."
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"It turns out to be Miyamoto-kun." I saw a man wearing linen monk clothes walking out of the darkness. His facial features looked very ordinary. I believe many people will forget it after just one glance. His name is Itoga, and he is the representative of all monks.
The youngest among them is also the one with the highest status. He is a close disciple of Master Ippo of Yasukuni Shrine.
Miyamoto Shinya folded his hands and said, "Long time no see, Ito-kun."
Ito congratulated: "Please come with me." He seemed to have learned that Miyamoto's real purpose of coming here was not only to pay homage to the Yasukuni Shrine, but also to give guidance to the teacher.
After passing through a gauze covered with black cloth embroidered with chrysanthemums, Miyamoto arrived at a room under the leadership of Itoga.
The old man followed Miyamoto Makoto.
"Wait for me here." Miyamoto turned around and said.
The old man nodded silently.
Itoga knocked on the door softly, three times, and then as if he was afraid of disturbing the master, he walked in quietly, took off his shoes, and stepped on the soft black cloth.
Even though Miyamoto was really the prince of the Yamaguchi-gumi, he didn't dare to make any mistakes here. He also took off his shoes and walked in with his socks on. He faced a gray-haired man about fifty years old who was sitting on a futon and meditating.
The old man knelt down and bowed three times.
Itoga stood behind Master Ippa.
"Is your master okay?" Ippo slowly opened his eyes and asked Miyamoto, who was kneeling in front of him.
"My tutor is very good. He said he would meet with the master soon." Miyamoto's master is the number one puppet master in Japan, Siyou.
"I haven't seen him for many years, and it's time to meet him." Master Yipo said, "What is your purpose this time?"
"The puppets controlled by my master in China have been discovered." Miyamoto Zhen said slowly, "I would like to ask the master to help me find out who did it?"
"You still put a lot of puppets in China." Yipo said with a sigh, "The Chinese government will find out sooner or later."
Miyamoto Shindao: "Sorry to trouble you, Master." He knew that Master Ippo had always been opposed to the Yamaguchi-gumi's secret puppet activities in China to carry out intelligence and subversive activities. Although they had different political opinions, they were still "friends".
"Your master saved my life, and I will still do what he asked me to do." Master Ippo stood up, glanced at Miyamoto Shin, and said in his heart, "There will never be peace between China and Japan."
"Ito." Ippo called to Itoga.
Itoga knew what he meant, walked into the small built-in room, and took out a book with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
Yipo took the book with a respectful expression: "God bless my emperor."
Ipo slowly opened the book, emitting a dark and evil light.
This is a magical book that can see through everything that happened in the past year. And Ippo is the mysterious holder.
The torn clothes inflated like an inflated ball, and his two eyes began to move in turn, left and right, up and down, it was a very scary situation.
That book began to be filled with dense text.
The pages in the book were turned one by one.
Suddenly the page stopped turning, and Master Yippo had already seen the situation at that time.
"That's the guy." Ichipo held up the book and took a photo of Miyamoto.
Miyamoto only felt that the page first changed into a water pattern, and then became like a flat mirror.
In the center is a young man.
"Is he from the Chinese secret service?" Miyamoto asked.
"No, he is Meng Xiaoan." Ipo closed the book, feeling a little tired. He had spent too much energy, which made him a little tired, "Meng Xiaoan?" Miyamoto said, "I thought it was China.
The guy from the Secret Service, what does this guy mean to me?"
"This man's ring actually holds a shocking secret. It contains the location of the treasure we plundered from China."
"Where is the treasure? Excuse me, Master." Miyamoto bowed respectfully, "Didn't all the treasures we got from China be shipped back?"
"No, we only took out a small half, and most of it was hidden in a secret place, hidden in the ring."
"okay, I get it."
"Miyamoto." Ippo suddenly stopped Miyamoto who was retreating to the door.
Miyamoto really stopped.
"What do you think a justice is?"
Miyamoto was slightly shocked, then smiled: "The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. China has the largest resources, but we in Japan are lacking. Do you think that China will be friendly and give us resources for development? Economic decision
As for the status of a country, only when Japan's economy develops can we be on an equal footing with the United States. We will always be attached to the American devils and be ### by them. We are afraid that life will be difficult, right?"
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"Even if there is occasional pleasure, it may be an extension of deeper pain." A faint smile appeared on the corner of Itoga's mouth. It was a strange smile, perhaps hiding some mystery.
The two walked in the corridor filled with black cloth. Ito congratulated: "Master has not left the Yasukuni Shrine for many years, and his thoughts have become more and more outdated." He raised his head and looked at the dark sky, feeling a little unhappy, "I don't
This kind of horrible weather makes it hard for people to sleep well."
Miyamoto Zhen smiled leisurely and said: "Ito-kun, come and sit at my place when you have time, and I will welcome you at my place."
Itoga said: "I will go when I have time." When passing by the main hall, looking at the rows of memorial tablets with some murderous war criminals on them, Itoga bowed deeply and showed the highest respect.
"Our ancestors hoped that Japan would become the number one in Asia." Miyamoto said slowly, "If you want to disintegrate China, you must start from within. One Chinese is a dragon, and ten Chinese are a group of worms. Their religious beliefs have been
There is no doubt that we will lose it, and this gives us an opportunity to take advantage of."
Itoga said calmly: "The Chinese are not that easy to deal with. Tanaka-kun should first collect intelligence and train his own people within China."
"Of course." Miyamoto said softly, "These mentors have deployed it many years ago. Although it is not very effective, it can definitely surprise China."
Ito congratulated: "Master Zuoda is the number one puppet master in Japan. I naturally admire him very much. He also participated in the Sino-Japanese War back then. I think he will succeed this time."
Miyamoto Shin also vowed: "Japan will become a world power, long live the Japanese people."
Ito congratulated: "I heard that the cabinet will be formed for a new round of general elections. Will Tanaka-san want to run for the election?"
"Ito-kun is quite well informed." Miyamoto shook his head and said, "I will not run for the election. This time I am running mainly to kill some pro-China officials." There was murderous intent on his face, "When dealing with China, we
Only by attacking can we win. Those officials who have nothing to do all day will block our way if they have nothing to do all day long. Those remarks about not irritating China are really a joke. What I want to do is to mess up China's internal affairs first.
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"Then let me first congratulate Tanaka-kun on his first victory and clear away domestic obstacles." Ito congratulated.
"I would like to ask Mr. Ito for help if necessary." Miyamoto lowered his head and said sincerely.
"I will fulfill my obligations. Besides, Tanaka-kun and I are friends."
After bidding farewell to Itoga, Miyamoto got into the car. The old man said: "Master, Ito-kun is indeed a man with many talents."
Miyamoto took a puff of smoke and said: "Ito-kun is a bit aloof. It is difficult to get this person to obey my orders completely. But given time, I guarantee that he will come to see me in person."
"Stop the car." The old man said suddenly, "Master, I'd better go and clear the obstacles." Get off the car.
"Come out."
Black smoke slowly rose, and then four unsmiling old men appeared in front of them with murderous intent.
"It turns out they are from the cabinet." Miyamoto, who was sitting in the car, said regretfully. "I originally thought of leaving you a few days alive, but in this case, I will at least go on a killing spree."
The four ninjas looked at each other and attacked the old man on the opposite side at the same time. The four samurai swords glowed in the air with a light that made people's skin tremble.
The old man remained motionless, staring at the four ninjas attacking from the front.
Two ninjas suddenly disappeared in mid-air, which was extremely strange.
"Compared to Chinese Taoism, my Japanese ninjutsu is indeed much inferior." The old man sighed, took a step with his left foot, and suddenly grabbed the air with a hand like a chicken claw. What suddenly appeared was a ninja, he seemed to
He knew that the ninja would appear in that place, so he showed up early, so that the ninja would automatically die.
With a bang, the ninja's neck was broken by the old man.
The old man made another strange turn, raised his foot, and hit a ninja who was suddenly in mid-air with his right foot. The latter was thrown away by his force.
"Death." The old man shouted, snatched the katana from the hand of the first deceased, and with a flick of his wrist, the katana plunged into the belly of the fallen ninja.
"This is the real ninjutsu." After the old man finished speaking, his body disappeared.
The two later ninjas looked at each other in fear. They were also second-rate masters in the world of ninjutsu, but they could not detect a trace of the old man's aura.
"You will have eternal life." The old man's words suddenly rang in their ears.
The next second, two heads flew high into the air.
"Master, I've delayed your schedule." The old man apologized to Miyamoto.
"Teacher Aso, the number one person in ninjutsu, really opened my eyes."
Ma Shengqiao smiled and said nothing. The car drove in the dark night.
