Chapter 59 This place has become a ghost domain

"This is it!"

Yong Bowen pointed to the seemingly ordinary temple in front of him and said, carrying a heavy backpack on his back and a long sword around his waist. His image was quite extraordinary.

This place is located in the suburbs of Kyoto, remote, far away from the main road. There is only a walking path that is more than ten miles long through the desolate wilderness.

The temple hung the sign of Qingchengyuan, the small door was tightly closed, and the paint on the wooden temple door peeled off, showing a little dilapidated and desolate, which was not like the headquarters of the Nichilian Sect. But just five minutes ago, Fu Hefei, who was made of Yanli Mayang's old clothes, fell into the hospital and then lost contact with Yong Bowen.

"What should we do?"

Isuzu Jiabingwei clenched the handle of the knife and unconsciously trembled slightly nervously.

In the face of ordinary people, no matter how fierce the other party is, he is not so nervous.

But this is a mage's lair. I don't know how many amazing mages there are!

Since the day of the wedding, the mage's magical means have been deeply imprinted in the depths of his consciousness, forming his lingering shadow and fear.

"The other party has found my follower, and they will probably guess the purpose of our coming. We have to hurry up. Rush in from the front!"

Yong Bowen, who said such bold words, looked back at Isuzu Jiabingwei and asked, "Are you afraid?"

"Afraid!"

Isuzu Jiabingwei was outspoken, and even his voice trembled slightly because of fear.

"Do you want to go in?"

"I want it!" The voice was still trembling, but there was no hesitation.

Yong Bowen nodded, scratched his head, laughed dryly, and said, "Actually, I'm also very nervous. You don't know. Before I came to Japan, I hardly fought with anyone, let alone killed people. I just graduated from college and couldn't find a job. I had to make a living by eating my girlfriend's soft rice. I opened a ghost-catching studio and dreamed of catching a ghost all day long, so that I could live up to what I learned. Later, there were more things, and I was caught in Japan and fight with people all day long. Now I don't think it's a big deal. It's even very refreshing. To tell you the truth, I really feel very happy when I knocked over that bald head in the hotel. I have never been so happy. Men really like violence in their bones. However, Sister Xiaoyun definitely doesn't like me like this. She has hated me fighting since she was a child. Sister Xiaoyun..."

Thinking of his girlfriend, his thoughts couldn't help but drift away. After meeting Yu Chunbing, he took the time to ask, but the result was unexpected. According to Yu Chunbing, when she went, she saw that the door was locked and asked the doorman of the community, but said that Ai's family had moved away. Yu Chunbing didn't give up, so he made the spell get into the Ai family. Sure enough, he saw that the four walls in the room were empty, just like people walking in the empty room. However, four eye-catching big words "Ai's aunt" were written on the wall of the empty hall, and the signature was a cat's claw print. Well, although Yong Bowen knew that his ancestral old black cat was a little supernatural and was probably not an ordinary cat, he was really shocked when he knew that it could still write and keep books, and then there was infinite questions. What does cotton mean? Did the Ai family move to Hainan to join the aunt of the Ai family? Why is this? Now Yong Bowen has learned from his grandfather that Ai's uncle Ai Zhenbei is indeed a descendant of Longhu Mountain. It is normal to know the art of flying and killing with a sword. Moreover, they are also entrusted by their grandfather to raise Yong Bowen to be white and fat, and provide for him to graduate from college. Even with magic learning, even if they are their biological parents are old. They can't take better care of it than this, but why did they hide their identity from Yong Bowen? Grandpa didn't say this question, and Yong Bowen didn't have time to ask. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid there are some other unclear reasons here. This is also the reason why the Ai family suddenly moved out.

"Aunt of the Ai family!" Yong Bowen couldn't help thinking of the aunt Ai family who had never looked good to him. Now it seems that the old woman should also be a master of the Longhu Mountain faction.

While thinking about it, I suddenly heard someone say in my ear, "It's not good for women to care about men's affairs!"

Yong Bowen came to his senses, looked up at Isuzu Jiabingwei, smiled and said, "It's very popular for women to control men in China. This is the national situation. You don't understand."

Isuzu Jiabingwei said very seriously, "The husband is depressed, and the world of the family is turned upside down. There will be many things in the future."

"It sounds like you're more like a stick than me." Yong Bowen laughed and no longer entangled in this irrelevant topic. Instead, he said, "In fact, those mages have nothing to be afraid of. Did you see this thing? He took out a glass-like transparent column from his back pocket and threw it to Isuzu Jiabingwei.

"What is this?" Isuzu Jiabingwei carefully looked at the column in his hand and saw that there seemed to be a faint flow of blue ** in it. He guessed arrogantly, "I know. It's the latest model of magic crystal powder."

"Uh... have you... seen Magic Crystal Powder?"

Yong Bowen was very surprised. He had always thought that the magic crystal powder was only circulating in the magic world and was a special drug for mages. Unexpectedly, a underworld thug of Isuzu Jiabingwei, also knew such a high-level thing, so he was surprised that he did not correct him first, but asked a rhetorical question.

"Magic crystal powder, how come I haven't seen it. I don't know how much has passed through my hand. Isuzu Jiabingwei looked at Yong Bowen and looked a little strange, "Don't you know that Jinhua will start by selling magic crystal powder?"

"Wait a minute? You mean that Jinhua will sell magic crystal powder. Who will it be sold to?

"Who else can there be? Of course, those addicts. However, this thing is too expensive. If you don't have a rich family, you don't dare to suck it alone. You have to suck it with white powder. Nine parts of white powder and one magic crystal powder are enough to make them happy.

Sell it to ordinary drug addicts? Isn't it sold to the mage?"

"We don't have any way to sell such things to mages. Of course, they are all sold to ordinary people. However, some of them are not ordinary. For example, those rich people also suck this thing. They are rich and can afford to consume it. They disdain to be mixed with white powder. They have always been pure magic crystal powder. The magic crystal powder of our Golden Flower Club is sent from Takanoyama. Compared with the magic crystal powder produced in Europe, the texture is much pure and the price is not much higher. Therefore, in recent years, the European and American markets have been accounted for about 40% by us, and the annual net profit is hundreds of millions of dollars.

Speaking of his old job, Isuzu Jiabingwei was right. After talking for a moment, he even forgot the previous tension. The voice gradually smoothed and there was no trembling. However, he soon noticed that Yong Bowen's face was getting worse and worse, as if he had just swallowed a dead fly. He couldn't help but stop talking and asked hesitantly: " Don't you know these things?"

"Now I know."

Yong Bowen exhaled a long breath. From being involved in the whirlpool to now, he finally understood the essence of the war and the meaning of what Shoichiro Kosaikawa said at that time.

The war between the Japanese Mages Association and the Shingon Sect has nothing to do with legal reasons. To put it bluntly, this is a naked drug war. Relying on the Gate of Hell, the Japanese Mage Association, after its relationship with the Devil Ditch over there, has planted a large number of magic flowers and produced high-purity magic crystal powder. It not only dominates the entire Japanese market, but also has an expedition to Europe and the United States, accounting for more than 40% of the share and a net profit of hundreds of millions of dollars every year. This is only under the control of Zhenyanzong. The benefits of a gangster can drive people crazy as long as you think about it. Europe and the United States are not willing to be robbed of the market by the Shingon Sect. In terms of the quality of drugs, they support the Japanese Mage Association and the Shingon Sect against each other. I'm afraid that the major families of the Japan Mage Association have long been jealous of the Shingon Sect. It is estimated that they also use the power of the International Association to defeat the Shingon Sect and rob the drugs. The intention of the production source.

Yong Bowen suddenly set up his headquarters in New York, but his power extended like the tentacles of octopus to the mage associations of various continents with a strong sense of disgust. It's shocking to bring together the general bad deeds of the Mage Association that you have heard about. Although it is also very bad to sell female ghosts for slaves and small demons as pets, those are all non-our species after all. Although I was surprised to hear it, it is probably just like hearing that someone has caught rare protected animals such as pandas as pets, but drug trafficking is really poisoning human beings themselves. Moreover, magic crystal powder, a hellish drug, has its own strong sequelae, which can be said to be the endless damage. For the benefit of profit, the Mage Association openly sells this kind of thing to ordinary people. The most ironic is that one of the main pillars of the establishment of the Mage Association is the Holy See. If God knows that his preachers actually poison those poor lambs who are born guilty with hell drugs, I don't know if he will come back in anger. A disaster of annihilation.

What kind of organization is this International Association of International Teachers? The domestic mages' association is also the same as the international drug dealer, ghosts and demons. Is there any taboo in doing things? Yong Bowen's worries soon turned to a more realistic one. After Yu Chengshi signed a contract with Oda Nobunaga to obtain the planting rights of Moying Flower Field, would he really use all the magic crystal powder on the production of his magic items? In the face of such a huge profit of magic crystal pollen, will he really not be moved?

"Mage, what's wrong with you?"

When Isuzu Jiabingwei saw Yong Bowen's uncertain face, he was a little uneasy. He was afraid that he would say something wrong just now and angered the mage. It should be said that Isuzu Jiabingwei is also a gangster who was hacked from the street. He has always been ferocious and stubborn. When he didn't agree, he drew a knife and cut people. However, at this time, in the face of Yong Bowen, he was always careful like facing the daughter-in-law of the evil mother-in-law. On the one hand, it was because of his deep fear of the mage deep in his heart. On the other hand, it is because this Yongda Tianshi is his only hope and backer to save Mayang in Yanli! Isuzu Jiabingwei's parents died when he was a child. He wandered on the street and had three meals without succession. It was the father of Zhengnan Yanli who picked him up. For the Yanli family, this is about the same as picking up a kitten and puppy, mainly to be a playmate for Zhengnan Yanli, but for Isuzu Jiabingwei, it is the virtue of regeneration, so from fighting At that time, Isuzu Jiabingwei has sworn allegiance to the Yanli family. Like a warrior in the old days, he treated the Yanli family as his master. Now that the Yanli family is destroyed, he can't help. He is already full of guilt. Now if he can't even protect the owner's only bloodline, he will really be ashamed to live in the world.

"Ah, it's nothing. I just suddenly thought of something and was distracted." Yong Bowen settled down and temporarily put these messy things behind him. "This is not a magic crystal powder, but a broken grenade, which can break all the spells in the scope of the explosion." As soon as Isuzu Jiabingwei heard it, he was overjoyed. This was simply the mage's nemesis. With this grenade in his hand, no matter how powerful the mage was, he would blow it up and then cut his mother with a knife.

"Don't be too happy. This thing needs to be triggered by mana. You can't use it." Yong Bowen poured a basin of cold water on the head of Isuzu Jiabingwei, and sighed sadly in his heart, "Sure enough, how can the mage develop something that can make ordinary people easily deal with the mage himself?"

"When I rushed in for a while, I opened the way with a broken grenade in front, broke all the spells, and you attacked in the back. You can't do spells. I can't cut people. Let's divide the work and cooperate. How about it?"

"Everything is up to your arrangement!"

Isuzu Jiabingwei slowly pulled out a long knife and showed a murderous spirit on his body, showing the fierce nature of his first master of the Golden Flower Club.

"Well, let's go!"

After saying this sentence, Yong Bowen took the lead, jumped out of the hidden bushes, rushed to the gate of Qingcheng Courtyard, and flew up and kicked the door of the courtyard to pieces. He couldn't help throwing a pile of broken grenades in first, but the person did not enter through the door, but jumped to the top of the door. Isuzu Xibingwei, who followed him closely, took a deep breath and rushed into the hospital with a sword.

The two of them stayed at the same time.

The small courtyard was full of dead people.

They are all monks, monks and nuns, all naked, their limbs are intertwined, piled up layer by layer, covering the whole yard, with hundreds of people! There were no scars on their bodies, and their expressions were extremely happy. The private parts of many corpses were even in close contact. It can be imagined that they were still doing some kind of piston movement that made human beings with normal sexual function happy before they died.

With the experience of a gangster like Isuzu Jiabingwei, he suddenly saw so many dead people, and he couldn't stand it for a while. After seeing the tragedy of the town where the military ghosts were ravaged, Yongbo had a certain degree of immunity to this situation. Although he was surprised, he soon came to his senses, jumped into the courtyard and walked to He casually pulled a few corpses to look at them and turned around and said, "We're late. They are all disciples of the Nichiren Sect. Someone came earlier than us and killed them all! Let's go and see if the rock is still there? After saying that, he ran to the backyard first.

The more you walk to the yard, the more bodies you see. They are all so naked and fall to the ground without scars, as if they had accidentally entered a slaughterhouse.

Isuzu Jiabingwei followed, and he was shocked and afraid of Yong Bowen's performance. Hundreds of corpses are placed in front of you at the same time. The impact and shock are absolutely unimaginable, and it is difficult for any ordinary person to adapt to it. Isuzu Jiabingwei is self-respecting that he is cruel and hard as iron. But at first sight of such a scene, he is still sweating with nervousness. But looking at Yong Bowen, he doesn't care. He simply regards these dead people as nothing. It's simply... too perverted! Apart from the word abnormal, Isuzu Jiabingwei really can't think of any other more accurate adjectives.

"That's all for the rune!"

After stepping into an independent courtyard, the scene in front of him finally changed.

There are still more than a dozen corpses here, but they are all wearing monk robes, and the death is not as clean as before. Instead, they are all open and broken, heart, liver, lungs, intestines and other miscellaneous things flow all over the ground. The flat mud in the courtyard is moistened into a black swamp by wanton blood.

"Ah..."

A sad scream suddenly came from the Buddhist hall in the courtyard.

The two looked at each other, and it was still Yong Bowen who took the lead, rushing into the Buddhist hall one after the other.

As soon as Yong Bowenfang entered the Buddhist hall, he suddenly noticed two extremely hot airflows coming from the left and right sides. When he was busy, he pulled them up in place and heard a shout. Two flames flew staggered against the soles of his feet. Looking at both sides, he saw two dark ghosts squatting at the door, and they were trying to speult fire out of his mouth with their cheeks. The ghost's head is big and small, and there is no hair on the top of the head, but there is a sharp inverted thorn. The thorn rises from the forehead, along the top of the head, the back of the neck, the vest to the tail vertebrae, and turns into a long tail. It can't help swinging in the air. From time to time, a drop of red viscous ** drops from the tip of the tail. When it falls to the ground, it immediately emits a green smoke and puts the ground. The plate etched a round hole.

In the shrill sound, a black shadow fell from the top of his head. Yong Bowen was too late to draw his sword. He only punched out against the shadow, and heard a bang. The black shadow smashed and turned into the smelly green liquid all over the sky. Yong Bowen only felt a slight tingling in his fist, and he was shocked. On his back, Yunxia was like a pair of stretched giant wings wrapping his whole body in it. The green liquid fell on Yunxia and made a squeak, but it was the sound of the ghost in Yunxia because of pain.

Yong Bowen put away Yunxia and looked up, but saw that there were many small bat-like monsters living on the beam of the house, all staring at the uninvited guests who suddenly broke in with their red eyes. Looking further into the Buddhist hall in front of me, I saw a piece of dirty smoke and miasma. I don't know how many fierce ghosts beat among them, and the screaming monk hung on the wall facing the door. His limbs were wide open and he was firmly nailed to the wall. His body was opened and broken. All the internal organs were hanging in the air piece by piece. Two thick ghost hands With a sharp blade, he was cutting down the meat strips from the monk. After cutting, he threw them down the hall. He immediately jumped out of several hungry ghosts to compete for food and fight with each other.

This place is no longer the world, but a ghostland!

**********I'm the dividing line of taking cold medicine**********

Cold, cold, why is it so uncomfortable?