Through the daily life of Ghost Slayer

Chapter 74
Zhang Xie asked in surprise: "Do you know Chinese characters?"

Sadajuro shook his head slightly, and said ashamedly: "No, it's just that when I was researching the Bandits of Yokota, I looked up this word on purpose."

"Also, these marks are mixed with a kind of wisteria flower juice. I will never forget this smell in my life."

Zhang Xie was taken aback. Wisteria flowers are extremely effective against evil spirits, and ordinary people don't need them, but ghost-killing swordsmen are particularly fond of them. The origin of Hengtian's lineage is a little more mysterious in Zhang Xie's eyes.

"They painted wisteria flowers all over the lead bullets, and there are patterns of wisteria flowers engraved on the bottom of the lead bullets. I think the wisteria flowers are probably their totem." Zhenjuro touched his chin, and the dry yellow chin was rubbed out finely by his fingers the sound of.

"Have you seen their lead bullets?" Zhang Xie's guess became clearer and clearer. He couldn't believe it, so he hoped that Zhenjuro could give him a different answer.

Sadajuro nodded, and said firmly: "Yes, I have gone to several villages to collect their lead bullets, and compared them all. These lead bullets have patterns of wisteria flowers on the bottom, and they are very finely carved. The quality of the sculptors is very high."

Zhang Xie fell into deep thought.

Sadajuro leaned over and said in a low voice, "So, it's pretty safe for us to stay here?"

Zhang Xie shook his head. He stretched out his hand to touch the traces on the fence wall. His hand was moist, it was the morning dew, and there was a coolness. The soot had already been deeply imprinted on the fence wall and could not be wiped off. Sure enough, there was a faint smell of wisteria flowers.

Could it be that this group of bandits from the Hengtian lineage were also hunting down evil spirits?Zhang Xie wiped his fingers, and the wet and cold feeling still remained on his fingers, lingering.

Sadajuro's complexion immediately turned ugly, and he squatted down again, neither looking at the butterflies nor the flowers and plants, his eyes wandering around without focus.

He muttered to himself: "How could this be? It's a pity that I finally found such a good place."

Zhang Xie pulled him up, leaned into his ear, and whispered.

Zhenjuro smiled happily, and said happily: "I really have you, benefactor, I will do as you say."

Knowing that they could not live here, the villagers looked sad, standing or sitting listlessly, the straw hat villager looked into the village eagerly, his sight was blocked by the fence, he kept moving sideways, bumped into the fence within a few steps, causing trouble laugh.

Zhang Xie ordered the villagers to rest on the spot. Needless to say, the villagers were in no mood to go any further.
Although the villagers complained a lot, they were really grateful to Zhang Xie, they were very obedient, and they followed orders in an orderly manner.

After settling down properly, Zhang Xie called out Zhenjuro and led them to a distance of tens of meters, so he was not afraid of being heard.

Sadajuro looked around cautiously. It was silent. The chirping of insects and birds attracted people to enter. He felt at ease and listened attentively.

The Yokota clan is so powerful that they commit murder, looting, rape and robbery, and commit all kinds of evil. People want to get rid of them quickly, but their power is huge, spanning north and south. The whole of Japan is determined to kill the enemy, but there is no way to save it. Officials and bandits collude, foster evil forces, and make the people It was miserable.

Although this is a small team, its ability is not low. There is a saying that ten people slaughter one village. I don't know how this small village can resist. Zhang Xie asserts that they will definitely not be able to bear it.

Zhang Xie whispered, Zhenjulang listened, half paid, he just nodded, the shock in his eyes became more and more intense, he looked up at Zhang Xie, the young man in front of him had such courage, it was surprising.

After Zhang Xie finished speaking, Zhenjulang hadn't recovered yet, and was speechless for a long time, just staring at Zhang Xie. After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, his face was a little ugly, and he tried to ask: "Can it work?"

Zhang Xie nodded.

Sadajuro felt a little relieved, he turned sideways, leaned against the tree trunk, and asked again, "Why is it all right? Do you know what the Yokota lineage represents?"

"Of course I know, no problem, trust me."

After hearing these words, Sadajuro's eyes were still flickering with uneasiness, but his face was a little calm.

"I will tell the villagers about this matter, and you must also be prepared." Zhang Xie looked in the direction where the villagers were resting.

Zhenjuro didn't speak, and acquiesced, he looked at Zhang Xie with complicated eyes: "Is there no other way?"

Zhang Xie shook his head: "The village chief clearly told us to leave. There is no other way to make him open his arms to accept us except to do so."

Sadajuro hesitated for a moment: "Let me try?"

Zhang Xie shook his head: "It's okay, I will handle it well."

Zhenjuro burst into tears: "Benefactor, they will be grateful to you, you are really our great benefactor." As he said, he bowed down, and suddenly felt soft force coming, his body floated and he couldn't kneel down.

Zhang Xie has already caught him, dragging his elbow.

Sadajuro couldn't kneel down, so he had to stand up with his strength.

"Speaking of which, it was because of my existence that the village suffered such disaster." Zhang Xie scratched his hair.

Zhenjuro immediately interrupted Zhang Xie: "Even if the benefactor is not there, the mountain god will try to get rid of us, but what is the agreement for hundreds of years? I'm afraid no one knows."

Zhang Xie felt sour when he thought of the saint.

Seeing the strange look on Zhang Xie's face, Sadajuro didn't know what to do, he only thought that he had offended him by what he said, so he immediately shut up and stared at Zhang Xie cautiously.

Although he didn't meet the saint many times, the image of the old man who puts the lives of the villagers first, spontaneously emerged in Zhang Xie's heart, and he grew taller day by day.

Speaking of the saint, what did Zhang Xie think of, and asked Zhenjuro: "How much do you know about the magic patterns used by the saint?"

That is definitely not something in this world, Zhang Xie paid attention to it.

Sadajuro looked puzzled: "Magic pattern? Never heard of it."

Zhang Xie thought for a while: "It's the pattern you poured into with spiritual power."

Sadajuro was still puzzled.

Zhang Xie gestured again, drawing a five-pointed star, a circle, and a water cup.

Zhenjuro's eyes lit up: "Well, the saint didn't say what its name is, only that it is the best medium to communicate with the mountain god."

Zhang Xie asked immediately.

Sadajuro tilted his head and thought for a while: "This thing didn't exist before. This saint told us that it is something from the mountain god. That," he frowned slightly, "is the spiritual power you mentioned. I don't know what it is." What is it, the saint said, all you need to do is concentrate on looking at it, it turns out that this is called spiritual power."

Zhang Xie signaled him to continue talking.

"This is our first practice, I didn't expect it." Sadajuro looked sad.

Zhang Xie didn't know how to comfort him, and he felt uncomfortable, so he patted Sadajuro on the shoulder and smiled encouragingly.

Sadajuro straightened up, and suddenly said, "Sometimes it feels like you have a maturity that doesn't match your current age."

Zhang Xie's heart skipped a beat, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at Tejuro's eyes with a guilty conscience, and the other's eyes were as calm as water. After saying this, he stopped talking.

Zhang Xie laughed, "Maybe it's the poverty of the family that makes people old." He secretly thought that the magic pattern might be the key to his return.

Like him, the magic pattern is something that shouldn't exist in this world.

(End of this chapter)