Chapter 64 Accident

Jason looked at the scarecrow in his hand, and words began to appear in front of him.

[Scarecrow: A peasant witnessed the marriage of his crush, and withered despair in the paddy field in front of her house. He turned into a scarecrow. Because he was worshipped by the surrounding villagers to pray for a good harvest, he gained weak power, year after year. Later, his consciousness awakened again. He saw the village that was caught in the war, saw that the object of his love was protecting his children from harm, and saw the long sword stabbing at the opponent, without hesitation, He stood in front of her, he blocked everything for her, he eliminated the invading soldiers for her, he fell into the field, he looked at the sky in his memory, and the ceremony gradually disappeared without a trace; Effect: The wearer can resist a fatal attack. 】

(Note 1: Love, miracles can be born, but it is not worth humility.)

(Mark 2: Love, miracles can be born, so is it worth humility?)

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"Such a scarecrow?"

"It must taste good."

Jason thought so.

For others, the [Scarecrow] that can withstand a fatal attack must be a treasure.

Otherwise, it will not appear on the Huakaiyuan tree.

But for the 'immortal' Jason who is 'uniquely gifted'.

Such ability is really tasteless.

Far better than eating.

After all, the scent of the [Scarecrow] had already told Jason that this was food with a satiety level far exceeding 3 points.

"After you park the car, come to my room."

Jason said, pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked towards Tongshou Temple.

He can't wait to eat the [Scarecrow] now.

Looking at Jason's back, Hui Lijing quickly reversed the car into the garage and started parking.

The old monk of Tongshou Temple and He Tai stood aside and waited.

"Is he always so lonely?"

the wandering Onmyoji asked.

"Most of the time it's like that."

"Who in the world is not like this?"

"It looks like a group, but in the end, only one person walks alone."

The old monk of Tongshou Temple said with his hands folded, and then he couldn't help but sigh.

Some of these sighs are emotional.

What's more, it is the habit of the old monks of Tongshou Temple.

In order to play the role of 'Master Tongshou Temple', he tried his best to conform to the image of an eminent monk.

Naturally, some words have to become unfathomable.

It's a pity that he doesn't understand those unfathomable words at all.

You can only choose some of your own perceptions.

"Are you talking about the end of your life?"

The wandering Onmyoji asked respectfully.

"It's not just the end of life, but from the birth of a person, he is a separate individual, and then, little by little, he moves towards death, and this process needs to be endured by one person.

"

"Neither parents, nor lovers, nor children can replace them."

"It's hard, but it has to be endured."

"So, many times, someone will say - the world is very good, but it will never come again in the next life."

The old monk sighed.

He thought of his parents, his former wife, and his children.

But the more I think about it, the more lonely I get.

Because they are already gone.

"But there are good things too, right?"

The wandering Onmyoji asked back.

It is hard for you to imagine a person who lives in a dark place in the "world" and believes that the world is beautiful.

But that's what it is.

The wandering Onmyoji thinks that he is not a good person, and even admits that he is a bad person, but he is definitely not a bad person.

Because he still has his own bottom line.

Therefore, he believes in the beauty of the world.

Even so good, few, few.

"Yes, I have!"

"right here."

The old monk admitted it frankly.

Then, he pointed to his heart.

Although parents, wives, and children have long since passed away, the memories in my heart are still beautiful.

In other words, it is precisely because of such a departure that such beauty is extraordinarily precious.

He will never forget.

Nor can it be forgotten.

Because ah, this is the only sustenance he has after getting used to 'loneliness'.

It's what keeps him going.

People, there must be a reason and an excuse to continue.

The old monk Tongshou Temple, who considers himself a mortal, is no exception.

Even, he thinks he needs more.

After all, as a mortal, he is still a fake monk who became a monk halfway through.

The wandering Onmyoji looked at the old monk of Tongshou Temple.

He always felt that something different appeared on the master in front of him.

But what is it?

He couldn't speak again.

Is this the master?

The wandering Onmyoji touched his heart, and an inexplicable feeling began to appear.

The old monk looked at the wandering Onmyoji without any words.

He's used to it.

I don't know where to start, the people who talk to him always show this look.

Then, these people will appreciate him more and more.

I don't know what happened, but it should be a good thing, right?

Hui Lijing, who had parked her car, looked at the old monk and the wandering Onmyoji standing aside, completely ignoring her, and walked quickly towards Tongshou Temple.

Her heart is now completely on the knowledge she is about to learn.

Suck.

As if sucking noodles, Jason ate the [Scarecrow] in his hand.

When his tongue touched the [Scarecrow], the scarecrow's tie immediately melted, and the scarecrow that could have been chewed in his hand instantly became like noodles.

And, very vigorous.

There are also some Q bombs.

In terms of taste, it really has the taste of flour and tomato.

"Is it because of standing in the fields?"

Jason guessed.

The text in front of him is a truthful display.

【Devouring 'Scarecrow' (complete)】

[Physical strength, energy, and injuries are over-recovered! 】

[Satisfaction +200]

【Satisfaction: 829】

【The excitement of food +1】

【The excitement of eating: 1】

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"The excitement of eating?"

Jason looked at the increased 'excitement of eating' and was stunned.

In the past 'eating', even if there is a considerable amount of satiety, such as this readily available food, there will be no 'eating excitement'.

And now?

"Is it because I haven't encountered a considerable level of 'food' before?"

"Or was it also counted in the 'hunting' when fighting against the flower garden tree?"

"If that's the case... maybe the battle mode could be changed."

Jason thought, his face showing excitement.

Because, if it's like the latter, he can snatch it in battle... no, it's to 'take' the item that has the 'food smell' on the enemy.

Although it was just a guess, such a guess made Jason stand up and walk around the house twice.

In his mind, a plan has already begun.

Jason didn't recover until Hui Lijing knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

"Jason?"

the female detective asked.

"Please come in."

Jason responded, then, looking at the female detective who walked in, he pointed directly to the open space in the room next to him.

"You stand here first."

Jason said.

The female detective was a little confused, but she did as she did.

She believed in Jason.

"For the 'mystery side', or the 'inner world', what do you want to learn?"

Jason asked.

Seriously speaking, this is Jason's first real teacher.

He is completely inexperienced.

I don't know how to teach.

And with 'commitment' as the premise, he will definitely do his best.

So, after thinking about it, Jason is ready to start with the female detective's interest and teach the other party's interests.

interest is the best teacher.

Jason believed it.

Moreover, it will also make him more labor-saving.

"fighting!"

The female detective said without hesitation.

In just a few days, the female detective has seen too many "mysterious" incidents.

Almost every piece is about life.

If you don't have enough strength, you will really die without a place to be buried.

Therefore, she chose to fight.

Or……

attack!

In the hearts of female detectives, the best defense is to attack actively.

"A fight?"

After pondering for a while, Jason quickly understood the female detective's thoughts. Immediately, he asked, "Do you have a dagger or a dagger?"

"Have!"

The female detective said immediately.

And, he immediately took out a small dagger from his belt and handed it to Jason.

Jason took the dagger, and after getting used to it a little, he launched an attack directly to the side.

Woo!

The dagger cut through the air and made a strong wind noise. The female detective stared at it with wide eyes, but just when the female detective didn't react at all, Jason stabbed the dagger out again.

Woo!

This time the dagger is faster!

Although the female detective didn't respond, she could feel it.

Suddenly speeding up?

The female detective's eyes lit up.

Not a combat idiot, but female detectives who have experienced battlefields know the importance of this.

Critical moments can really turn things around.

"This is a technique from a friend of mine. He created this technique based on the long guns in the military camp and the skills of some assassins on short swords and daggers. You need to practice it..."

Jason began to explain the technique of [Stab] to the female detective.

The female detective is quite smart. Jason just said it twice before he completely remembered it.

Then, start self-practice.

Remembering and getting started are two different things.

It's a process that takes quite a while to get used to.

"This is one of the skills that I will teach you according to the agreement, and the most important foundation of the 'mystery side': the complex language of pictures."

"It will be your most direct contact with the 'mysterious side'."

"However, now you need to master [Stab]."

"After that, I will teach you again."

Jason said this and walked out.

Although I don't know how to teach it, Jason won't forget the foundation of [Picture Repetition].

And teach [Stab]?

It's definitely not that Jason has loosened his standards for basics because of the female detective's previous treats.

After all, his 'core' skills were not taught at all.

Walking out of the left wing, Jason strode towards the scripture room where the old monk of Tongshou Temple was.

After he started teaching Jason "Tongshou Temple Heritage", the old monk spent most of his time here.

During this period, Jason saw Mrs. He standing at the door.

The wandering Onmyoji frowned slightly and looked at Jason, but didn't say anything. It wasn't until Jason's figure disappeared that the wandering Onmyoji looked out the door.

Continue to fulfill the principles of self-defense.

Jason is well aware of this.

But don't care at all.

Because he didn't perceive malice.

As for vigilance?

That should exist.

Not to mention a wandering Onmyoji, his vigilance is even less than that of ordinary people.

He has it, why can't others have it?

The interior of the scriptures is brightly lit.

On the table that Jason was familiar with, the old monk burned a pot of incense.

The smoke is misty, and the old monk is reading the scriptures.

It's not a mystery or mystery.

Just an ordinary scripture.

And, while reading, making annotations on the scriptures.

Very serious, not perfunctory.

Just looking at this scene, it is difficult for Jason to imagine that the old monk is a 'fake monk' who has become a monk halfway through.

"Are you fully engaged?"

After thinking about it, Jason walked to the table and sat opposite the old monk.

"Grandmaster."

Jason alarmed the old monk, and the old monk immediately put down the scriptures and said with his hands together.

"Do you like reading scriptures?"

Jason glanced at it and asked after the scriptures filled with commentary.

"This is what a monk should do."

"After all, I don't want to live up to the hopes of the previous masters."

"Before meeting you, Master, I will work hard to ensure the reputation of Tongshou Temple."

The old monk spoke sincerely.

For Jason, who knew the bottom line, the old monk had no idea of ​​hiding anything at all.

And Jason pondered again.

True and false when true.

Fakes are real and fakes are real.

Inexplicably, Jason thought of this sentence.

"What's the matter, Master?"

The old monk asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, let's continue the inheritance."

Jason shook his head.

He didn't think he should remind the old monk anything.

This is the old monk's own business.

Naturally, the old monk will solve it by himself.

Jason only thought that the old monk was too deep into the play, but what Jason didn't expect at all was that the old monk was not too deep into the play, but integrated the "play" into his life.

"certainly!"

"Master [Dawei Tianlong Method] is the core secret of Tongshou Temple. Except for the heirs of Tongshou Temple, it cannot be passed on to outsiders."

Before teaching Jason, the old monk explained.

Suddenly, Jason knew what was going on.

The old monk is worried that he will teach others the core secrets of Tongshou Temple.

In response, Jason shook his head.

"Will not."

"I will only pass it on to the heirs of Tongshou Temple."

Jason reassured.

"Then let's start!"

The old monk said, and unfolded the [Great Power Heavenly Dragon Method] in his hand.

At the same time, Ryosuke has returned to his office with Urashima.

After closing the back door, Ryosuke looked at Urashima seriously.

"Urashima, have you thought about it?"

"There's still a chance to quit now."

"Once it starts... there is no way out."

Ryosuke asked.

"no problem."

"I've already thought about it."

"let's start."

Urashima nodded vigorously.

Ryosuke looked at Urashima, then picked up the phone on the table.

He aired a number.

After a brief busy tone on the handset, the call was connected.

"Hey?"

Ryosuke was the first to speak.

On the other side is silence.

"Hey?"

"Is it Chief Miyamoto?"

Ryosuke asked again.

This time, the phone was no longer silent, and a nice voice came——

"Are you looking for Miyamoto?"

"Sorry, he just died."

"I...killed."

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