The Taoist who invaded American comics

"what"

Yamamoto made a conscious noise in horror, and was frightened to faint by Wang Jing who had changed his appearance.

"This" Wang Jing's face turned cold. He didn't expect this little Japanese to be so timid.

However, Wang Jing did not wake up Yamamoto Siichi immediately. Instead, he took out his own and Yamamoto Siichi's mobile phones. He also had a Sony mobile phone on him.

Carefully check all information about yourself and the world on these two mobile phones.

The technology in this world is similar to the technology in Wang Jing's original world. Smartphones were almost universal in 2010, so Wang Jing found a lot of useful information on his mobile phone.

"Yamamoto-kun, are you there?" There was a knock on the door, accompanied by a male voice.

Wang Jing ignored it and flipped through the remaining messages on his phone.

"It's strange, there's obviously a light on." After waiting for a while, the person outside the door left in confusion.

After checking his cell phone, Wang Jing carefully browsed through Yamamoto Siichi's home. When he was almost done, Yamamoto Siichi was still awake.

Thinking about his dizziness and the drunkenness, he probably won't get it tomorrow. After thinking about Wang Jing's Taoist move, a stream of ice-cold water came out of the talisman and splashed hard on Yamamotoji's face.

"what"

Under the stimulation of cold water, Yamamotoji woke up with a start.

"This is it, Wang Jun, this is it." After he woke up, he shuddered violently. He was still strangled by fear and stammered in panic.

"I ask, you tell." Wang Jing's eyes were serious, and he still looked like he was groveling just now.

Facing Wang Jing like this, Yamamoto Siichi dared to resist. He told everything he knew and wished he could tell everything he knew.

Through interrogating Yamamoto Siichi and checking two mobile phones, Wang Jing basically understood his current identity and situation, including his current residence, work, and basic interpersonal relationships.

First of all, Wang Jing can clearly confirm that this is a different world in 2010, not his original American comic world, because the timeline is different, and many things are specious.

There are also superheroes and Avengers in this world, but the relationship between superheroes is different.

Also, Wang Jing’s Taoism and cultivation are there.

Wang Jing is very confident about this, because his Taoism comes from the Three Pure Ones. The Zhengao system is the seeds of the laws of heaven planted by the Three Pure Ones in the Taoists who have invaded all the worlds. It is directly connected with the Three Pure Ones and the Outer Sky. For this I really never thought that there was any existence that could seal his cultivation.

Even if there is, then Wang Jing doesn't have to think about it and just waits for death. If he can't even handle the Three Purities, what else is he going to do?

His current identity is also called Wang Jing. He is twenty-four years old and one year younger than his real identity. He is a Chinese college student studying in Japan. However, it seems that he is not planning to return to China now, but wants to stay in Japan for development.

But Japan is not so easy to develop, especially in Tokyo. Wang Jing, who just entered the workplace, encountered a workplace test that was several times more cruel than that in China.

The Japanese workplace is quite cruel, which is inseparable from their military education. In Japan, as long as an average person joins one company in his life, he can basically only work in this company for the rest of his life.

Because in the eyes of Japanese people who value loyalty and honor, if you change jobs or are fired by your employer, basically no company will want you anymore. This will be a stain on your life.

People without jobs will lose their source of livelihood, especially middle-aged people. Most housewives in Japan work full-time. If a man loses his source of income, it means the collapse of the family. Many people will pull the whole family together to commit suicide in despair. The point may be that the wife takes care of the children and remarries, while he works odd jobs and becomes a homeless person.

This has resulted in Japan’s corporate power being very terrifying, with various unspoken rules emerging in endlessly, and suppression of darkness being the main theme of Japan.

This is also the reason why the suicide rate in Japan is increasing.

But this has nothing to do with Wang Jing. In his opinion, all this is Xiao Dongying's own fault. He wishes that this perverted island nation would die.

In addition to these, Wang Jing also learned that his current identity did not have many familiar connections in Tokyo. Apart from a few classmates and colleagues in the company, he basically had no social relations.

Moreover, the relationship with his family in China is also very bad. His parents are divorced and they have started a new family and have children. This may be why he does not want to return to China.

This is confirmed by Wang Jing's own mobile phone. Except for a few messages, there is no special information in his dating software, not even girls.

"This script is a bit interesting. Is this the parallel world of American comics? What did I do when I was sent here? It shouldn't be a parallel world. I don't exist in the world of American comics. Then this is my consciousness. This shouldn't be the case in the world." Wang Jing pinched his eyebrows, unable to figure out Gu Yi's intentions.

I can't find a way to go back for the time being.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Jing stood up and broke the neck of Yamamoto Tsukasa who was looking at him uneasily.

After breaking his neck, Wang Jing walked to the small wine cabinet against the wall, took out a bottle of sake, and went to the kitchen to wash a wine glass.

Filled it, sat down in front of the body, and considered the glass.

This Ancient One's strength was beyond his expectation, and he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or time travel.

"Am I really too reckless?" He couldn't help but think of the fate that his tutor had given him before.

Too sharp, too brave.

"Forget it, Gu Yi can't kill me anyway, at least within three times. Then let me see what this world is like." Thinking of his trump card, Wang Jing sneered.

He asked Gu Yi to come this time because he wanted Gu Yi to kill him and then completely solve Gu Yi's line, but Gu Yi didn't kill him. Thinking about it, this was also in line with Gu Yi's temperament.

But how long can she keep pretending to be sanctimonious?

Moreover, the current situation was still within Wang Jing's expectation.

After thinking about it, Wang Jing smiled coldly, raised his head and drank the sake in the cup. The bland taste made him frown.

Frowning, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then reached out and pulled out a strange-shaped sword that looked like a sword but not a sword, and looked like a sword but not a sword.

"What a pity, this sake is really tasteless"

Putting down his wine glass, Wang Jing picked up his sword, stood up, opened the window, and disappeared into the neon light.

Tokyo is very big, and like all big cities, the traffic is very congested. By the time Wang Jing arrived at his current home, it was almost twelve o'clock.

His residence is similar to Yamamoto Siichi's residence. They are both very old-fashioned apartments, small and old.

In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that Wang Jing's identity is just a newly graduated international student, and the domestic conditions at home are not particularly good, so how can he live in a good apartment in Tokyo, where land is at a premium.

In Room 301, Wang Jing took the key and opened the door smoothly without changing his shoes. Wang Jing walked in directly.

"My lord, you are back." As soon as I turned on the light in the living room, I saw a man wearing a traditional samurai hat and a black bellyband sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The upper half of the man's face was covered by a bamboo hat, leaving only his chin with a scruffy beard.

On his lap was a Japanese sword with a smooth sheath that looked like it had been maintained regularly.

There is also an old-fashioned 65mm Type rifle on his back, which was the standard configuration of the Japanese army in World War II.

Wang Jing glanced at him, turned around, closed the door, and locked the door before speaking.

"Well, I'm back. Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"I didn't wait long, I just arrived." The man shook his head. After pausing for a moment, he raised his head and exposed his entire face to the light. It was a man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. He looked ordinary and looked a little older, but he couldn't tell his specific age.

"The king doesn't seem to be too surprised by my arrival. Did he receive our intention a long time ago? Or are you Chinese people so unfazed by the collapse of the mountain?"

Wang Jing did not speak, but looked around the room coldly, and then said:

"My Japanese is not very good, so let's make a long story short, who are you and how do you want to die?"

The "dead" warrior shook his head, and his zombie-like face seemed to smile.

"Your Majesty, you didn't even pour a cup of tea for your guests? Is this how Chinese people treat guests?" the warrior said calmly.

"Don't you understand Yang Jian's words?" Wang Jing took a step forward, his slender body creating a long reflection under the chandelier.

The warrior didn't seem to expect Wang Jing to be like this. He was slightly stunned. He seemed to smile again and said: "I didn't find you, but you found me. You picked up a jade ring when you went to the Four Kingdoms some time ago. That’s my token.”

"Yeah." Wang Jingding nodded. Who knows what that jade ring is, and he is not the real "Wang Jing".

"I'll give you another chance to say a word, and I'll kill you after I say it." Seeing the 65mm Type rifle reminded him of the Showa period, and now he was too lazy to even know the cause and effect of what happened.

"I'm here to ask you to do something for me." The warrior tightened his fingers slightly and clenched the scabbard.

"What's going on?" Wang Jing raised his eyebrows and became interested.

"I want you to return to China and help me bring back the bones of my colleagues who died in the mountains of China."

"What?" Wang Jing didn't seem to hear clearly and wasn't sure. He frowned and repeated the warrior's words: "You want to use my identity as a Chinese to return to China and kill yourself in China?" Bring back the corpses of your colleagues”

"Yes, they have been wandering in a foreign land for too long. The sunflowers of the Kingdom of God cannot shine on them, and the fragrance of rice flowers cannot cover their bodies. They"

"If you want them to return to their hometown, do you still want to be at the Yasukuni Shrine?" Wang Jing's frown relaxed, he blinked, and smiled as if he suddenly realized something.

"It would be great if we could worship it under the sakaki tree." The samurai didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in his words. He thought about it seriously and said seriously.

The sakaki tree, also called the poplar tree, is a sacred tree enshrined in Japanese Shinto altars.

The corners of Wang Jing's mouth became even wider. He pulled up a chair, tilted the sword, folded his hands on the hilt, and held his chin up. His eyes looked mockingly at the warrior's dress.

"I'm not telling you, you are a low-level samurai wearing an abdominal roll. No, you can even be said to be cannon fodder. What qualifications do you have to enter the Yasukuni Shrine and be worshiped by thousands of people? How can you enter Takamagahara and be illuminated by Amaterasu Omikami?"

Samurai were a social class in Japan from the 10th century to the 19th century. They were also an important component that ran through and constructed Japan from the Heian Kyo era in the 10th century to the Song dynasty of China.

In ancient and modern Japan, it was a symbol of glory and a privileged ruling class, which is equivalent to the Chinese taxis being a basic ruling class. But apart from these, warriors are just like the name samurai. Except for some hereditary ones, most warriors have undergone rigorous training, have superb martial arts, and have experienced cruel fighting.

Of course, with the enfeoffment, more of the samurai class were grassroots samurai, because the lower limit of this class was very low. The majority of samurai were middle- and lower-level people. If they could not rely on a rich and powerful lord, their lives would often be miserable. Living hand to mouth in poverty.

There are many warriors who only have a piece of grass armor, a broken sword, and a rotten pot.

However, under the influence of Zhu Xi's Neo-Confucianism, who was full of benevolence and morality and stole his daughter-in-law, their loyalty to the emperor was fully developed.

But in the modern era of the 21st century, including the world that Wang Jing currently lives in, he understood through interrogating Yamamoto Siichi that the samurai at this time had already disappeared with the times, except for a very small number of nobles who still retained this Apart from the name, it seems that he has already disappeared.

"We died for the Emperor and were loyal to Yamato. We deserve this honor." The samurai said calmly.

"However, there is no rush for this. I know that this empire has been taken over by cowards. They have long forgotten their past glory. They are not even willing to let the warriors of their country go home, even if they kill them." Here, the warrior's calm face showed slight changes and became a little distorted.

Hearing this, Wang Jing finally understood why this warrior would go to "him", a powerless Chinese. It was not that he had never approached local officials, but it seemed that they all ended in failure.

Thinking about it, how could the Chinese country let them take the body back under the blood feud between the two countries?

"Then why do you think I will agree to you and be able to do that?"

"I believe Wang Jun can do it. All you need to do is find the bones and send them to the corpse freshly. You don't need to send them to Tokyo yourself." The samurai affirmed.

"And when things are done, I will definitely repay the king well and I won't let you down. I can give you wealth and beautiful women." As he spoke, the warrior bowed his head and bowed to Wang Jingmeng.

"Hahahaha!" Wang Jing looked at the humble saluting warrior and suddenly laughed out loud. His laughter grew bigger and bigger, and finally he even bowed down with laughter.

"Hahahaha, don't you know I'm from China?" Wang Jing laughed out of breath.