Chapter 265 Hachiman Palace

In fact, there is not only one Hachiman Shrine in Japan, but more than four hundred. They are responsible for guarding the country, eliminating disasters, and blessing production. They have great influence in the local area. At the same time, the Hachiman Palace is also the patron saint of the Genji family, so it has also been regarded as a god of war since the Kamakura era. Therefore, Japanese people who worship the gods of the Hachiman Palace Too many to count in detail.

The Hachiman Shrine here is also the largest in Japan. If there is no single worship god here, then there is basically no need to look elsewhere.

"The main worship god of Hachiman Shrine is Bimaishin, which has the meaning of expelling bad luck and praying for the mercy of the gods, so this place is also called a holy place." Bai Chuanying introduced, after all, she was also influenced by Japanese culture since she was a child. When he grew up, when he mentioned Hachiman Palace, his eyes were full of awe.

"Furthermore, a few years ago, according to records, there were records of gods appearing. As the envoy of the Holy Land, the Lord of Hachiman Palace is even more powerful than Bai Chuangui. There are not many people who are capable of causing trouble here."

Perhaps she could guess some of Lin Lang's intentions, just as she walked to the door, Bai Chuanying felt an inexplicable panic in her heart.

She always felt that there was a killing god by her side. When she first arrived in Japan, she first killed Masao Akasaka's subordinates, then defeated the Nozawa family, and now the Shirakawa family surrendered.

Everywhere they pass, corresponding forces suffer. It would be strange if such a troublemaker could really worship God honestly.

"Moreover, pilgrims have often disappeared inexplicably recently. The background of Hachimangu Shrine is terrifying." Bai Chuanying felt uneasy in her heart.

To her surprise, Lin Lang did not directly attack the Hachiman Palace as before, but traveled around like a tourist, wandering around for a long time, with a pleasant look.

The buildings on both sides are set back, the surrounding herbs are all over the ground, and there is a garden behind, full of greenery. I have to say that apart from the tall and mighty statues of the Hachiman Shrine, the scenery is really good.

But the more Lin Lang was like this, the more uneasy Bai Chuanying became. If there is really trouble here, it means that the Baichuan family will also completely fall out with Hachiman Palace.

Her worries were not superfluous, when the two of them reached the depths of Hachiman Palace, a cold voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

"I, Lin Youye, have arrived, and the Lord of Hachiman Palace will come out to tell you!"

The sound was blessed with spiritual power, instantly causing the surrounding air to vibrate, and it was extraordinarily loud, and could be heard clearly even outside the gate of Hachiman Palace.

Many Japanese residents worshiping the gods only felt deafening, and it took a long time for the tinnitus to improve. They were all dissatisfied and looked at Lin Lang with hostility.

"Boy, why are you arguing in Hachiman Palace? Are you looking for a fight?"

A strong man with five big and three thick stood up and scolded.

Lin Lang glanced lightly, and then pointed forward. The man fell to the ground, with a bloody hole poked between his eyebrows.

The pilgrims were all stunned. They didn't know who was the first to react, and with a cry of alarm, the whole scene panicked.

"Killed!"

"Hey, hello, Metropolitan Police Department, someone killed someone here, yes, it's in Hachiman Palace."

Countless people yelled and strode away, and some even took out their mobile phones to call the police. For these small citizens, it is undoubtedly a terrible thing for a living person to die in front of them.

Everyone pushed and shoved each other, and soon there was a stampede. Even so, there were some pilgrims who stayed behind and didn't come out. What's more, they kicked open the baffle by the door. The scene was very chaotic for a while.

Lin Lang stood indifferently inside the door, looking around, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"presumptuous!"

At this moment, from a distance, a middle-aged man in a loose kimono, with a gloomy face, slowly walked in front of him. Behind him, a group of staff rushed forward and dispersed the crowd. Drive away together.

Beside him, stood two masked men wearing hats and dark gray uniforms. Their waists were tied with hemp ropes, and they held frightening gauntlet hooks on the backs of their hands. They looked a bit like Marvel Like the 'Wolverine' in the movie.

"It's the lord of the Hachiman Palace and the two jounin of the Utsu family." Shirakawa Sakura reminded in a low voice.

"Lin Youye, it is up to the two of you to challenge Nozawa Sword God, and the date of the decisive battle has already been set, why did you come to Hachiman Palace today, you and I are as good as we are."

With a low voice, the middle-aged man stood two meters away from Lin Lang, his eyes full of fear. As for Shirakawa Sakura, it was directly and automatically filtered out by him.

"You are the Lord of Hachiman Palace, right?"

Lin Lang's gaze was like a torch, and he raised his eyes to scan up and down. The person who came was dignified, and his demeanor was also very extraordinary, a little aloof and lofty in the world, and the cultivation in his body was also very good, and he had already reached the realm of transformation.

Palace Master Hachiman's heart tightened, only to feel that under the gaze of the other party, he felt naked even though he was wearing clothes, as if all the secrets of his body had been seen through, this feeling was very uncomfortable.

He snorted coldly, and the surging realm of transformation surged out, trying to cover Lin Lang's visitation.

Looking at it for a while, Lin Lang couldn't help but lose interest, shook his head and said: "It's still too weak, I thought Hachiman Palace could have a better inheritance, so it's just a show."

He wanted to try to see some traces of offering sacrifices to the gods here from the Lord of Hachiman Palace, but he didn't expect that instead of seeing any shadow of inheritance, he had a rough idea of ​​his cultivation base. This person's strength is only a little better than Bai Chuangui's, and far inferior to Nozawa Jiro's, and he is not as evil as rumored outside.

"What did you say? You mean that you have enough confidence to beat me, and we'll talk about who is stronger and who is weaker." A sullen look appeared on the face of the Lord of Hachiman Palace.

As a respectable grandmaster in Japan, it was inevitable that he would feel dissatisfied when he met a well-known grandmaster in China.

Lin Lang ignored him, and said lightly: "Let the gods of Hachiman Palace come out, you are not my opponent."

"Arrogant guy, you can see the Lord God as soon as you want. If you want to see the Lord, you must defeat me first." Hachiman Palace Master let out a muffled snort, feeling eager to win.

He took a step back, flicked his wide sleeves, and opened his posture to fight.

But Bai Chuanying understood the meaning of the words, and couldn't help gasping: "It turns out that the gods of Hachiman Palace are not rumors, no wonder Hachiman Palace has stood upright in Japan for hundreds of years, even Nozawa Sword God has to be afraid of three points. "

The gods are alive, this is the foundation of Hachiman Shrine!

At this time, a cold voice came from a distance.

"Bring him in, he's a guest from afar, the third master in China, I've wanted to meet him for a long time."

The sound was ups and downs, far and near, making it impossible to tell where the sound came from.

Hearing this voice, the Lord of Hachiman Palace stood in awe, not daring to be slighted, and immediately bowed his head in agreement.

"Lin Youye, please!"

No matter how dissatisfied he was, the Lord of Hachiman Palace had no choice but to lead the way obediently. As for Shirakawa Sakura, she was not so lucky. She didn't receive the invitation, so she was naturally stopped by two ninjas.

"Don't worry, if they dare to touch you, Hachiman Palace will be buried with you."

Lin Lang put down these words lightly, turned and left.

...

The Lord of Hachiman Palace led the way in front, and Lin Lang followed closely behind, probably after passing through a narrow inner hall, his eyes suddenly opened up.

This is a super-large shrine, about 100 square meters in size, surrounded by auspicious strokes, resplendent and magnificent. There are countless palm-sized god statues scattered on the left and right sides. The movements and expressions of the god statues are different. Each one is a strange movement, but they are the same face.

In the center of the room, there is an incense table, enshrining several tablets. And in the back of these is a three-meter-high statue, tall and majestic, with a solemn face, and relatively simple movements, just sitting peacefully cross-legged on a huge futon.

"The god Bimai has set up branch temples all over Japan to promote faith and attract countless believers. This is the hub of the power of faith. Any power will eventually be gathered on the main statue, which is a good way."

Lin Lang's eyes flickered. There are lines of faith everywhere, like puppets tied to countless thin threads. These powers of faith are all chained to the body of the main god statue.

He squeezed his hands, pinched to nothingness, and seemed to be caught in the air, but he didn't catch anything. The power of faith is similar to the attribute of aura, which cannot be grasped by the physical body alone.

"Shangshen, people have already arrived, so the little envoy will leave first."

The Lord of Hachiman Palace bowed respectfully to the statue. He kept his head down from the beginning to the end, not daring to look directly at the top, lest he would be punished by God if he glimpsed the appearance of the god.

Even he, the Palace Master, has never been to this place a few times, let alone anyone else.

"Back off."

The statue opened its mouth slowly, but the corners of its gilded mouth did not move at all. The voice came from inside the statue.

After the idlers had completely withdrawn, Lin Lang said lightly: "Sacrificing to the gods, you don't have to pretend to be gods and ghosts in front of me. Show your real body and continue hiding in the statue to prevent me from destroying your chicken coop."

Hearing this, the voice was silent for a moment, and then laughed loudly, shaking the whole room, and even the lines of faith trembled.

"You are so good, you even recognized my shrine at a glance."

A cloud of black air floated faintly from the statue, suspended in mid-air, and gradually a human figure emerged, with clear and distinguishable facial features, it looked like a ghost. However, his size is still the size of a god statue, and the top of his head is higher than the ceiling, so that the phantom above the forehead is folded and printed on the ceiling.

This is the deity of Bishen.

"You are Lin Youye, right? You have a very good foundation. They are different from those Chinese grandmasters I have seen. They are all too ordinary. Even though An Jin's cultivation has reached the peak of a grandmaster, in my perception it is like a grandmaster. You're like a tiny firefly, and you're a sun."

Bimaishen floats faintly, sometimes appearing on Lin Lang's left, sometimes on the right.

"I've only seen this kind of fiery breath on one person, and that is your Huaxia Martial God, and that junior is not bad, so I told him the secret of becoming a god. Perhaps now, with his talent, he should have Become a god."

It's better than admiration, with deep eyes, as if recalling something.

Back then, a young man visited Hachiman Palace, but the Huaxia Martial God at that time was already a peak master, and his methods were extremely difficult. After fighting him for a long time, he told Zhao Zilong the secrets of the divine realm that he had collected over hundreds of years .

But there is one thing that he wouldn't tell Lin Lang even if he was killed, that is, he didn't have good intentions, but he didn't dare to waste the power of faith to fight with the other party, so he told the truth.

"Now you are also the pinnacle figure based in China. Presumably this trip is also to seek the way to become a god. You have worshiped the statue, and I can also teach you everything."

Bishen followed the temptation.