Ninja Mythology: The Strongest Sand Hidden

Chapter 58
"Why isn't Uncle Yanhua in the temple?" Zong Mi straddled the bed carelessly and asked the old monk on the futon.

"He, he went to find Fengying..." The old monk took a sip of the sweet rice tea and said leisurely.

"Ok?"

"Master Fenfu..." Zong Mi's face froze, and he also instantly thought of the most special thing about this temple.

"That's right... Senior Brother Fenfu... I'm afraid he will pass away soon." The old monk who was originally smiling slightly became solemn at this moment.

"It's not easy for him... He was chosen as Jinzhuli since he was a child. Although he was able to suppress the tailed beast in his body after mastering the sealing technique with his outstanding talent, he never stepped out of that place in his life..." The old monk put down the teacup in his hand and sighed heavily.

The room fell into a brief silence, and after a long time, Zong Mi asked again: "Then who is the new Jinjuriki candidate, are you sure?"

The old monk glanced at Zong Mi who had his feet crossed under him, slowly shook his head, and said, "Not yet, let Kazekage decide."

"It's not so easy to find a new Renzhuli, is it? You need to be strong enough, loyal enough to Hidden Sand Village, and most importantly, our sealing technique has too many disadvantages..."

"If Jinchuriki doesn't have enough sealing skills, then sooner or later his spirit will be shocked by the berserk tail beast Chakra and become a lunatic who only knows how to kill!" Zong Mi touched his chin and talked eloquently.

Especially after fighting against Namikaze Minato, Soya realized for himself how outrageous the gap between the two villages really is.

Not to mention the gossip seal that can perfectly seal even the nine tails, even the iron armor seal of Yunyin Village is much higher than the technology of sealing tailed beasts like Shayin Village.

The old monk glanced at Zong Mi indistinctly again, as if there was an inaudible sigh, and he continued: "There is no shortage of candidates, the disciple Fen Shou accepted before: Fa Yi, is a good candidate ..."

"His sealing talent is also quite good!" the old monk added.

"That brat? Is his will strong enough?" Zong Mi curled his lips.

"Hehe! So in the end, it depends on Fengying's meaning. We can only provide some experience of Senior Brother Fenfu." The old monk suddenly smiled again, but his cloudy eyes clearly reflected Somi's figure.

Zong Mi touched the bright red quilt behind him, grabbed a corner, and sniffed it lightly.

"Master, when the sun is good, you should take the quilt out to bask in the sun. Put the quilt away before sunset, and don't let the quilt get chilly, so that it will be warmer when you cover it at night..." Zong Mi began to babble again. Precautions.

"Is the temple short of funds recently?"

At the end, Zong Mi asked.

The old monk shook his head lightly and said, "The recent sesame oil money is quite a lot, and there is still a lot of money left over from what you gave earlier, don't worry."

Sometimes he also lamented the wonder of fate. The baby he picked up did not become a monk in the temple, nor did he believe in Buddhism.

The old monk had heard of an existence called 'Namo Gatling Bodhisattva' from Zongmi before. It was a rather peculiar name, and he didn't know where he believed in...

The former ancestors in the temple chanted scriptures and meditated professionally, but the boring meditation just made the soil layer on the surface of the outer courtyard wall of the temple slowly fall off.

It's better than Zong Mi, the "big brother on the list", injecting real funds to repair and renovate the entire temple. Even the Buddha statues are coated with a layer of golden color, which makes the incense in the temple more vigorous.

After all, standing in front of the majestic Buddha statue, bathed in the bright golden light, the hearts of ordinary people are still easily 'baptized'.

I just don't know whether this 'baptism' is because of the 'liner' or 'gold' of the Buddha statue.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Zong Mi took advantage of the dawn and walked outside the temple. Some young monks had already swept the ground with brooms.

Zong Mi went straight out of the monastery, ignoring these novice monks, and the novice monks who occasionally saw Zong Mi's figure just showed awe. After all, they had all heard about his deeds from their uncles or companions.

After walking outside the temple, Zongmi glanced left and right, then clasped his palms and summoned a golden cloud.

Zong Mi, who stepped on the golden cloud, galloped towards a barren Gobi.

The cool morning breeze blew towards Zong Mi's face, mixed with fine gravel, which made Zong Mi narrow his eyes.

With a swipe of one hand, pieces of gold dust particles were suspended from the golden cloud under his feet. The sand particles slowly condensed, stretched and deformed on his face, and finally turned into a thin golden mask.

It's just that there are many gray and white dots on the surface of this mask, like decorative patterns.

Zong Mi galloped all the way, and there were whirlwinds on the desert, one after another, the yellow sand was rolled up high, like smoke rising from the flat ground, spinning and running on the desert.

As the sun rises, golden brilliance sprinkles across the boundless desert, making it appear golden, and the folds of countless sandstones are like solidified waves, extending to the golden horizon in the distance.

Suddenly, a sunken Gobi Desert appeared in front of him, and Zong Mi controlled Jin Yun to land on the Gobi Desert.

He looked up, and saw that the hard soil layer above his head stretched out like forked branches and leaves, which provided Zong Mi with a good shade.

The ground under his feet was not soft sand, but hard, gray-black like stone, with fine marks on the surface, which seemed to be formed by the long-term erosion of rainwater.

Zong Mi was quite satisfied with this place, he first made a seal, then bent down and pressed his hands to the ground.

He was going to refine some chakra first, after all, judging from Wan Snake's habits, most of the psychic beasts he was going to summon this time were not easy to get along with.

Naturally, he had to make preparations first, so that he could give a "kind greeting" when the communication between the two parties was unpleasant!
After a while, Zong Mi, who stood up again, also followed others and bit a gap towards his thumb. The sense of ritual still affected him a little bit.

After the bright red blood flowed out, he formed seals one by one: Hai, Xu, You, Shen, Wei!

In an instant, gusts of wind swelled under Zongya's feet and swept towards the surrounding area, kicking up layers of dust.

The blue chakra gushed out of Zongya's body along with the strong wind, and it seemed that many consciousnesses flashed in Zongya's mind in an instant.

Some weak consciousnesses seem to be afraid of Zongya's call and are unwilling to respond, while one of the violent consciousness is blatantly ignoring Zongya.

At the moment when many consciousnesses flashed, Zong Mi found the most violent breath, and he locked all the chakras in this consciousness.

"The art of psychic!"

(End of this chapter)