Ninja Mythology: The Strongest Sand Hidden

Chapter 67 The Lonely Brave

In the temple outside Shayin Village, there were no figures of the usual pilgrimage crowd.

Instead, dozens of monks of different ages wearing gray-blue monk robes stood neatly on the roads on both sides of the courtyard.

And in front of this road, a few ninjas wearing Shayin village forehead protectors and white cloths on their heads are walking slowly, carrying a nanmu coffin.

The dark red coffin was faintly trimmed with gold, and it looked like a precious and unusual item.

In addition, another special feature of this coffin is that it does not look like the ordinary horizontal rectangular shape, but a cube shape, which is not enough for an adult of normal size to lie inside.

After seeing the shape of this "cabinet coffin", some monks with broad knowledge showed expressions of surprise and admiration, and an extraordinary monk walked up to greet the Sand Ninja people.

When he saw the coffin, the corners of his eyes slightly lifted, but they disappeared quickly.

"It's time for you all!"

Uncle Yanhua had a sad look on his face, but his courtesy was very decent. He first walked up to Sand Shinobi and saluted them.

"Hey! The mage is too polite!"

An older sand ninja stepped forward and saluted Master Yanhua.

"Master Fenfu has been silently contributing to the village all his life, and he still suffers criticism. It is our village who can't forgive him..."

After Sand Ninja finished speaking, he turned his head to the coffin, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully.

"A hundred years of life is empty in the blink of an eye. All encounters, sorrows and joys are determined by the heart. If you can see through and let go, everything is like a flower in a mirror, and the moon in the water. The world of mortals, although colorful, is not eternal..."

"Master is dying, he must have seen it through in his heart, we don't need to be too sad!"

Uncle Yanhua whispered deeply, and after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and bowed deeply to the coffin.

The conversation between the two ended quickly. Under the command of Uncle Yanhua, the coffin on Sand Ninja's shoulders was quickly carried by several monks, and under the gaze of all the monks, they welcomed back to the monastery.

After the sand ninja stayed in place for a while, it also slowly left here under the leadership of the leader.

A young ninja at the end of the sand ninja team finally showed a puzzled expression on his face.

He looked vigilantly at the leader in front of him, and after realizing that he had already drawn a considerable distance away from him, he whispered to his companion next to him, "Huh?"

"Isn't he just an old monk possessed by a monster? I heard that he was imprisoned since my grandfather's time..."

"What contribution can he make to our village? Why do the team leader and these monks have such expressions?"

Hearing the words, the companion next to him immediately revealed a contemptuous expression, and he gave this brazen guy a sideways glance.

"Tell you to read more books, but you always don't listen!"

"As a ninja, you have to have a wide range of knowledge! Otherwise, you will only be a ninja for the rest of your life!"

"It is not only standing in the light that is a hero. It is the most honorable to be alone in the dark night crying against despair since childhood."

"He... is the lone brave man of our Hidden Sand Village!"

……

On this day, the chanting of scriptures in the monastery resounded through the sky and lasted all night.

In the middle of the night, under the ginkgo tree, just a gust of evening wind blows, and the branches and leaves shake and make rustling sounds.

An old monk staggered back to the room. Looking at the closed door, his heart tightened.

Because Zongya who was going inside didn't have the habit of going out, this room would be a bright scene.

And as soon as he pushed open the door, there would be an intimate urging sound.

"Zongmi...is this an arrangement of fate?"

The old monk murmured in a low voice, his eyes stared blankly into the distance, and the sparse lights of Shayin Village could be faintly seen.

After a long time, the old monk returned to the room, and the light was still on.

But there was no youthful laughter in the room, instead there were bursts of chanting scriptures.

It's just that if other monks pass by, they will find that this is not the same as the scriptures chanted at the main hall. The scriptures that come out from the door are obviously a blessing in nature.

……

The next day, in a deserted Gobi Desert far away from the village, Zong Mi was lying on a piece of fine sand and sleeping soundly, while three people were standing not far behind him, all of them had serious expressions.

"Master Kazekage! Can Soya succeed?"

Luo Sha couldn't help but asked aloud, judging from the dark circles around his eyes, it was obvious that he, who was hired by Fengying and Zong Mila as a coolie, didn't sleep well last night.

"Yes! Trust him!"

The third Kazekage did not wear the Kazekage robe, but a sky blue ninja suit, which looked extremely capable.

The scorpion next to him didn't speak, he was just checking a few scrolls in his hand.

For a long time, when the sun was high in the sky, and even the curved and stretching sand layer could not block the sunlight below, a scorching light was directly printed on Zongmi's face.

"Ah!"

Zong Mi, who woke up leisurely, stretched his waist. After scratching his head, he sleepily took out a small sealing scroll from his pocket.

After slowly releasing the seal, toiletries and a small basin of clean water popped out of the scroll.

Luo Sha stared dumbfoundedly at Zong Mi who was squatting on the ground brushing his teeth. From time to time, he would spit out a mouthful of water "ah la la" to the side. If he listened carefully, he seemed to be still humming an unknown song.

Luo Sha turned his gaze to Sandai Kazekage with difficulty. Although his expression was the same, the slightly twitching corners of his mouth showed his inner thoughts.

Only Xie, who often goes out on missions with Zong Mi, has a familiar expression.

"In the face of such a major event that concerns life and the future of the village, he can still maintain this normal state of mind. Maybe he is really sure..."

Luo Sha admired secretly in his heart, he thought to himself that if he was asked to do this kind of thing, he would definitely not be able to reach this mental state.

Even if it's just a new Jinjuriki appearing in the village, he will take him seriously, how could it be possible for him to be as calm as Zong Mi.

Finally, after Zong Mi finished washing, he stood up, flicked his fingers lightly, and the Star Meteor Stick fell into his hand, feeling the surging chakra inside the stick and the warm touch.

He gripped the Xingyun stick firmly, and crimson sparks flashed out from the stick, as if they were going to set Zongya's body on fire.

He bent down and pressed one hand on the ground, feeling the huge amount of placer gold slowly surging under the ground and the sealing power contained in it, a sense of security filled his heart.

He turned around, nodded slightly to Fengying and the others, and then looked at the black tea kettle that had been quietly placed aside for a long time, and a strong light burst out of his eyes instantly, which was an invincible fighting spirit!

(End of this chapter)