"My country in Japan is small, and I cannot be so rich in Middle Earth, and there are fewer talented people. When I was young, I came to Middle Earth to study Buddhism, and I saw Middle Earth martial arts. A hundred flowers bloomed in my heart. I was very envious.

There is no concept of martial arts world in our country. Five hundred years ago, when the Penglai Immortals showed their saints in Japan, martial arts were circulated.

After five hundred years of inheritance, which martial artist did not learn Penglai techniques? Even the "qi" he practiced was taught by Penglai. Nowadays, if he does not practice martial arts, he can only follow the path of ghost martial arts.

The power of evil spirits enters the body, which is the real evil path of ghosts. Warriors with backbone will not take this path.

But even Longma has no choice but to do anything about it.”

"That's a restless bomb."

Hua Qing shook her head and said regretfully:

"No wonder Penglai, let them leave Japan, so what if they go to the Three Koreans and Jianguo? As long as an evil formation is descended, the Dragon Horse Kingdom will also become a hell on earth.

They are the abandoned soldiers in Penglai's hands and are not free at all. It seems that they can't help. By the way, I have another question."

Huaqing said:

"You just said that the disciples of Penglai in Japan call themselves Onmyoji. Do they have a way to carry spiritual energy out of Japan?"

“This, there is.”

Monk Zhenji turned around, took out a piece of cracked black magma from the backpack he carried with him, and handed it to Huaqing.

He said:

"When Maori Daming sent people to chase us, they could also summon Shikigami and use spells in the sea outside Middle Earth, in areas without spiritual energy. Their use is this kind of magma.

It is full of spiritual energy. Once it is stimulated, it will be accompanied by spiritual energy. Moreover, it is owned by everyone. If the old monk expected it, the things that evil spirits in Ningbo City harmed people in these days were done by those Onmyoji Yuling.

The purpose is to extract the soul and replenish the spiritual energy."

Hua Qing rubbed the gueku in his hand, and he suddenly stood up, his face becoming slightly solemn.

"The Japanese came to hunt down, but they did evil things in the city but were not exposed. There must be local ghosts in this city to hide. If all the dogs and thieves have spiritual geisha...

Wu Jian is probably a bit dangerous when he goes here."

He turned his head and said to Tie Niu:

"Take several monks and follow me."

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On the other hand, Liu Zhuoran didn't know the risks he was facing.

In the night, he chased the escaped carriage from the foothills of Taibai Mountain to the beach. The road was about twenty miles, and it took some time, but it was finally not lost.

He saw the carriage parked on a small pier, and a man who was covering his heart and coughing in pain jumped out of it. The man was dressed in an ordinary person and could not see his feet at all.

He lit a lamp on the dock.

After waiting for a few quarters of an hour, a boat arrived from the night waves and slowly stopped by the dock.

This is the responder.

Liu Zhuoran moved forward carefully several feet to that side again. In the night wind and the echoing sound of the sea tide, he could vaguely hear some words.

It seemed that one person was scolding, the other person lowered his head and did not dare to answer.

But that sound...

"Japan?"

Liu Zhuoran narrowed his eyes. He had practiced in Penglai and was a disciple of Donglingjun. He spent several years in the fairy mountain. Naturally, he knew that there were also some Japanese people in Penglai.

Most of them were sent to the mountains to study and practice, but he did not understand Japanese characters, but could only tell the basis of the sound. He lay outside the dock and saw the two people sending their carriages into the dock warehouse.

I took another boat and went to the other side of the strait under the night, which was an island close to land.

The locals are called Meishan, which is part of the Zhoushan Islands. On the sea surface of Zhoushan, there are small islands scattered everywhere. They are not local fishermen, so it is definitely difficult to distinguish the sea route.

At this time, the Southern Navy was still patrolling the Qilu waters to assist in the Qilu wars. When there were celestial phenomena that changed when they came in, there were few local fishermen going to sea.

It is simply easy to hide some people on this vast archipelago.

After the two men disappeared from the sea, Liu Zhuoran took a walk and chased after him in that direction on the other side, and became more and more curious.

What exactly should these Japanese who can control the supernatural and mysterious origins do in Ningbo?

Also, look at their outfits.

There are also various preparations for the small wharf just now. It is obvious that his and Hua Qing’s guess was correct. The reason why these Japanese people were able to do so many things in Ningbo City has not been discovered. In addition to their own unique skills, there are also locals who are helping them cover up.

In this small city of Ningbo, which one is so skillful?

The answer seems to be clear.

Sliding in the direction that made Liu Zhuoran more worried, on the vast sea under the dark night, Liu Zhuoran controlled the envoys with his true energy, allowing the boat to move forward quickly and break through the waves.

As he looked closer and closer to Demeshan Island, the light in his eyes became colder and colder, and the Lingxu sword he held in his arms also became tighter.
Chapter completed!