More than ten seconds later, waves suddenly rolled on the sea level with blue waves, and then Zhang Muzi broke through the waves and showed his head.

Shaking his wet hair, he looked up at the vast sky with bright stars. With his thoughts, he summoned a hurricane wrapped around his body and rose up, and flew rapidly towards the direction of Shencheng.

Zhang Muzi took two or three more time to return to the dilapidated temple in the western suburbs.

Landing in the wilderness in front of the mountain gate, he touched his clothes that had been dried by the wind but were still frowned and torn, frowned, and walked back into the ruined temple with his bruises.

At this time, in the open space surrounded by the main hall and side hall in the temple, the crew members who had resumed power were whispering in groups of bright lights, some of whom seemed exhausted and yawned quietly from time to time;

Some of them seemed extremely excited and looked abnormal with a hundred times more energetic. When they saw Zhang Muzi walking in, both of them stopped talking at the same time, but no one dared to ask anything.

For a moment, the originally noisy and dilapidated temple became extremely quiet. It was not until Zheng Meili discovered the figure of her friend that she broke her silence and said, "Muzi, why are you so embarrassed? Have you found the head of the Abe family?"

"No, after I chased out, the head of the Abe family and the winged lion were completely gone. After searching for a while, I couldn't find it. Then I came back." Zhang Muzi didn't care whether it was trustworthy or not, and said in a naughty way according to the draft that had been drawn in advance.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qiaomu, who was standing under the eaves of the side palace in the distance, suddenly whispered: "Of course I can't find it. They flew out, you walked out..." Before he could finish his weird words, he found that the supporting roles, the drama manager and even the agent subconsciously avoided a few steps. He couldn't help but choke up.

Seeing this scene from afar, Zhang Muzi couldn't help laughing and walked to Zheng Meili. He patted his best friend's shoulder comfortably, his pupils spread and his eyes turned pure white, and looked around with a few glances. He nodded and said, "I'm sorry, my master is here to protect him. Now it's time..."

When he was talking, suddenly the wind blew above the temple. Then he saw Abe Inuzaburo dancing in the whistling hurricane. His short body exuded a wild aura like a mountain, and he fell down like a demon with expressionless face.

With his feet on the ground, he slowly turned his head and looked around. Instead of looking at his evil eyes, everyone in the crew dodged in horror and lowered their heads, and some even sat directly on the stone floor in horror.

After a week of patrolling his eyes and showing his mighty spirit, Abe Inuzaburo turned his head to Zhang Muzi, and suddenly said hoarsely: "Zhang Dian, that strange beast like a lion has been removed by you.

He is not a monster driven by humans, but a human being, right?"

"Hey, Lord Abe, that flying lion was not chasing for no reason..." Zhang Muzi pretended to be surprised and shook her head about to deny it, but was interrupted by Abe Inuzaburo's cold gaze, "I was trapped underground by four companions of the flying lion who didn't know whether it was a human or a beast on the way to track it. I finally got out of danger.

And the soul of the soul of the "seal" on the flying lion shows that it is dead, and your highness clearly has the aura that has been contaminated by my magic when it is dissipated. Who else would it be if you killed it?"

After hearing this, Zhang Muzi was silent for a while and said, "I really didn't kill him, I just watched him blow himself into pieces with my own eyes. Well, he is indeed a human, not a strange beast."

"Have you committed suicide? In other words, the power displayed by Your Highness made him feel that there was no room for resistance." A blade-like sharp flashed in Abe Inuzaburo's eyes, and then he regained his usual humble and reserved attitude. He bowed deeply and said, "It is really respectable and awe-inspiring to have such magic power at your age.

No wonder there is a concern that 'the trees are in the forest. The wind will destroy them'. I was rude in the question just now."

Although he was not satisfied with the style of "Rimaruto's turn of hands to turn hands to rain and cloudy, and the clouds and sunnyness were uncertain, but Zhang Muzi could only smile dryly and shook his head, saying, "It's okay." After thinking about it, he asked, "The head of the Abe family said that the beast-turned man had four companions. I wonder if those people are like him, they have the ability to turn into strange beasts?"

"Is it a beast-turned man? It's a vivid metaphor," Abe Inuzaburo nodded and replied in great detail: "That beast-turned man's companion can also transform into a strange beast, and three of them have almost the same power as him, and the other is even stronger than him, and should be a leader-level figure."

"Is there any leader-level figure?" Zhang Muzi was slightly stunned, and said to himself with a wry smile: "I really don't understand why the five guys who have powerful superpowers want to kill ordinary people. I really can't figure it out..."

While he was talking, he found a faint smile suddenly appeared on Abe Inuzaburo's face. He was slightly stunned and asked tentatively: "Does Your Excellency Abe already know their purpose?"

"I'm just a guess," Abe Inuzaburo pondered for a moment and said, "Since the First Emperor of China became emperor, the power of the king was not strong, and it was not like my 'Rimaru' was divided by hundreds of famous people, so it is normal for Zhang Dian to not know where the interests of Shinto war lie..."

"His Excellency Abe, aren't we talking about the purpose of beastly human beings and harming people? Why did you suddenly talk about Shinto war?" After hearing the head of the Abe family, he started from scratch with a long speech, and inexplicably touched the First Emperor of China. Zhang Muzi interrupted impatiently.

"Zhang Dian is really a heroic character," Abe Inuzaburo smiled very well after being interrupted. "That's right, in the ancient Himaru, Shinto war could not only help believe in a certain shrine, but also the powerful daimyo of the temple plundered the land in the name of "shogunate imperial edict" and forced the defeated shrine, and the believers of the temple converted it, sometimes they could enslave the other gods..."

The words of the head of Abe's family made Zhang Muzi suddenly think of the 365 "Qingfu and righteous gods" driven by him, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Is there any such thing in enslaving the other gods..."

"Yes, in the powerful temple of the 'Himaru', in addition to worshiping the main gods, many lords are often offered to the gods, and these lords are often defeated gods," Abe Inuzaburo nodded and said, "The priests who master the secret methods can also borrow their power when they subdue demons and exorcise evil spirits, pray for rain and ask for good luck..."

"What do you mean is that those beast-turned people are like priests and monks in the ancient Rimaru who killed people in order to seek a 'fantasy seed' born in Shencheng!" Zhang Muzi exclaimed with inspiration in his mind.

But then he thought about it and showed a puzzled look, "But by murdering a few dramas, the actors can get the recognition of a 'fantasy species', which is too simple, even if it's just an unformed 'fantasy species'."

"Does the 'fantasy species' in Zhang Dian's mouth refer to a god?" Hearing these words, Abe Inuzaburo looked at him carefully as if he had met Zhang Muzi for the first time, and said in admiration: "A careful savoring really reveals the essence of human belief in one word. Did you invent this word?"

"No, I saw it from a book called "A Brief History of the Beliefs of the Stars of Civilization"," Zhang Muzi frowned and curled his lips, shaking his head, "But this is not the point, the point is why do you think that those beast-turned people and the ultimate goal of killing people is to seek fantasy species?"

"It's very simple," Abe Inuzaburo replied in contemplation: "There are no less than a hundred ways to read the secrets of Himaru history books, conquer and please the gods, and all the methods need to be sacrificed at the expense of human life.

And since you, Master Sanjay and I appeared, those enemies have clearly disappeared, but tonight they suddenly launched an attack when the three of us were in this temple. Don’t you think it’s strange?”

The words of the head of Abe's family made Zhang Muzi recall the reason why he was able to freely drive Qingfu and righteous gods was indeed because his grandfather sacrificed his life. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Sacrificing human life and launching an attack in the temple..." and suddenly walked quickly towards the main hall of the ruined temple.

Although the nights in early summer were cool, the temperature was no longer too cold. But when he stepped into the main hall of the temple, he suddenly felt the coldness and coldness penetrated his bones.

Unable to help but shivered, Zhang Muzi looked around with a calm face and saw the mottled walls of the dilapidated hall, full of pictures depicting the old and delicate and exquisite brushstrokes.

The content of these murals is not like ordinary temples and temples. The same pictures of gods surrendering demons and Bodhisattva preaching, but scenes of people drinking and having fun.

"The lewd sacrifice, the temple is so large..." Zhang Muzi, who was born in a wizard family, naturally knew what the layout of this kind of hall meant, and thought in surprise.

Later, he looked at the altar in the center of the temple and saw that the statues worshipped on it were neither Buddhist Sakyamuni nor Taoist Three Pure Land, but were carved from five giant woods, looking at the ancient Chinese official uniform, looking at the gods who were full of evil spirits between their eyebrows.

"The Five Gods are the Five Gods, which is not an immodelling fantasy species, but a fantasy species that has been sacrificed by millions of people and has been formed for thousands of years..." Zhang Muzi carefully identified the statue in the dark with a gloomy expression. He thought of it with a gloomy expression and turned around and left the hall.

Outdoor, looking at his solemn face walking down the stone steps step by step, Abe Inuzaburo asked softly: "Have you found anything, Your Highness?"

"This temple is not a serious temple or a mountain gate, but a lewd sacrifice that worships the five gods," Zhang Muzi replied expressionlessly: "From the scale, such a large lewd sacrifice may really hide the mystery that can drive the five gods, or maybe it may be." (To be continued)
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