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"your name?"

"...Young monk, you do good deeds."

In the dark and quiet room, it took a long time for a low voice to answer.

The person who asked seemed to snort with disdain, chewed the word "good deeds" over and over in his mouth, and mocked very rudely: "The master who gave you the name is really blind. "

The man who was ridiculed lowered his eyes and didn't respond to the other party's evaluation at all. He sat cross-legged in the corner of the dirty warehouse, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was tied up with several knots that he didn't know where he came from. Suspicious belt, the originally rough and cheap cassock is now even tattered, covered with dirty and smelly liquid.

He raised his eyes and looked calmly at the black-haired young man sitting on the chair in front of him, and whispered a Buddhist mantra.

There were more than a dozen Fusangshin standing or sitting in the dark warehouse, and Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who was dressed in white cloth, was leaning against the door with his own sword in his arms. He also refused to leave, and sat with his arms around his knees in the light cast by the narrow window. The other short swords from Awataguchi sat with him, and the tall and straight Jijin Taidao stood faintly in a semicircle. Jinguji spring on the chair surrounds the center.

Jingujiquan pinched the handkerchief given to him before the first phase of Yixing, and carefully wiped the blood between his fingers, turning a blind eye to Shanxing's sight.

Shan Xing has been in a state of semi-fugue since the head thrown by Jingu Jiquan threw his face. It seems that he realized that it is difficult for him to escape from a Honmaru who has recovered his combat power, so he let them go without any resistance. Grab him and tie him up firmly.

Jingujiquan wiped his hands clean, folded a mess of dirty handkerchiefs into a small square, pinched it in his palm, and softly asked the bones beside him: "Where is the first phase?"

The silver-white short-haired boy had a pair of clear purple pupils, delicate features, and was taciturn. Hearing the question from the judge, he couldn't help but hesitate for two seconds before answering: "Brother Yiqi... is in the knife forging room."

Jingujiquan's hand holding the handkerchief froze for a moment.

Gukuu Toshiro's eyes are very beautiful purple, which is very similar to Yaken's pupil color. The pupils of this pair of brothers are both purple, but Gukuu's pupils are a little lighter, like a purple transparent gemstone, clear Bright; Yaken's eyes are a bit colder, with a hard blade-like texture. Compared with gems, his eyes are more like amethyst, not necessarily expensive, but deep and bright like dark stars.

In the past, Jingongjiquan would never be able to distinguish between the two Fusangshen, but at this moment, when he looked into Gu Gu's open and bright eyes, he had the feeling that Yaken was watching him.

Drug research...

Gu Gu seemed to be aware of his absence, Fu Sangshen, who was as delicate and sensitive as Yaken, lowered his eyes, and deliberately looked away, avoiding Jingujiquan's gaze.

Jingujiquan's breathing became a little short: "They...are in the forging room..."

Although he could sense Yaken and the others disappearing, he couldn't perceive where and how they died.

Gu Gu nodded silently, and added without beginning or end: "The forge."

Jingongjiquan closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, there was only solidified ice inside. He turned to Shanxing: "Tell me everything you know, what kind of organization are you? What are you planning? How many people are there? Specifically How does it work?—everything, I need to know."

Shanxing didn't speak, he was silent for a while, as if he was still thinking about something.

The door of the warehouse was suddenly opened. In the soft light, a tall and slender figure stood against the light. In the flying dust, it looked like a lotus flower blooming in front of the Buddha.

The door was quickly closed, and the Fu Sangshen who came in lowered his head slightly, hiding his chin in the raised collar, his closed eyes were faintly red, and his long hair snaked to the ground, like The frost and snow that burned to ashes scattered all over the ground.

Shuzhumaru Hengci walked silently, like lotus petals floating on the lake, he stopped a few steps away from Jinguji Spring, closed his eyes and said: "Ishikirimaru and Taroden are forging knives I will accompany you in the first phase of the room, Higakiri-den, please pay attention to your health and don't stay too long in the cold warehouse."

The Buddha lotus flower in the sky suddenly fell into the world of mortals and became tainted with popularity. Shanxing, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and stared straight at Shuzhuwan, with the blankness of seeing something incomprehensible in his eyes: "— -Why?"

He was so anxious to speak out that he even choked himself, half of the words were stuck in his chest and he didn't speak out.

Shuzhuwan noticed that he was talking to herself, although she was very puzzled, she still turned her head patiently and frowned slightly: "What did you say?"

The Taidao, which has been soaked in the incense of the green lamp and Buddha for a long time, maintains a lofty and dignified demeanor even in the face of the enemy, and insists on using honorifics.

Shan Xing paused for two seconds, as if hesitating for a moment, and then threw those weak and pointless insistence aside: "Why, follow a human being? You are gods, shouldn't you be high above—no, you should understand more if you study Buddhism, how do you Can you have faith and at the same time abandon it?"

Shuzhuwan pondered for a while, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Well, although I have little knowledge, I can also give a little insight into it, but before that, did you forget to answer my master's question?"

Shanxing was dumbfounded for a while, as if he didn't expect Shuzhuwan to be so cunning, he froze for a moment, took a deep breath, turned his head and asked Jingongjiquan coldly: "What do you want to ask?"

Jingujiquan didn't mind his extraordinarily cold attitude at the moment, and repeated in a good-tempered manner: "Everything you know."

"Everything," Shanxing flipped the word back and forth several times in his mouth, and sneered, "People are always so greedy."

After a lukewarm sarcasm, he spoke without pausing at all, as if he couldn't wait to shake out all the things he knew: "I don't know the name of this organization, and the higher-ups probably haven't mentioned anything about it." Name, in private, we just casually call ourselves the retrograde army—yes, the same as that retrograde army.”

"The organization imitates the Western parliamentary model. There is no speaker, and all matters are jointly decided by the 11-member parliament. The main purpose is to study the existence model of Fusangshen and control them. The current progress is to be able to master the time-traveling army and crack the political majority. Technological Achievements."

He spoke quickly, deliberately speaking concisely and profoundly, and paused for a while, and he seemed to feel that his behavior was ridiculously childish, so he calmly explained: "At the beginning of the establishment of Shizheng, Shizheng's attitude towards the retrograde army was different from Shizheng's. There was a disagreement among the upper echelons. Do they regard each other as an unending enemy, or do they have room for win-win cooperation? Such contradictions did not show up at the beginning, but when the political situation gradually stabilized and the power began to expand steadily, such contradictions slowly Slowly get sharper."

"Under various open and secret battles, the first generation of god judges were divided into two factions headed by 'Yujinhua' and 'Red Crane' respectively. I was positioned by the retrospective army, and I died in battle. Most of the god judges of the "Yujinhua" faction died in battle or disappeared in the past few years. However, as the number of god judges who joined Shizheng gradually increased, the policy finally established by Shizheng still adhered to 'Tulip' thoughts."

After hearing the code name "Yujinhua", Jingujiquan tensed up all over his body. He repeated the code name twice and deeply remembered it in his heart.

"What about 'Flaming Crane'?" Gu Gu found something missing.

Shanxing gave him an appreciative look, without hiding it: "He's missing."

Gu Gu frowned: "Missing?"

"Yes, he disappeared. According to current affairs records, 'flamingo' disappeared half a year after 'Yujinhua' died in battle. He disappeared on the battlefield. At that time, political affairs had just started, and a loophole suddenly appeared in the positioning technology, which caused red Crane was unable to locate Honmaru, and became a lost person in time and space, unable to be found, and according to current affairs records, he was recorded as killed in battle."

Jingujiquan rubbed the smooth handkerchief in his hand: "Apart from the records of current affairs, is there any news related to it?"

Shan Xing said frankly: "Yes. At the same time, the 'Retrospective Army' was established, and an organizer in the parliament often wore a mask with a red crane pattern on it, so we also called him 'flamingo' in private."

"Mask..." Jingu Jiquan didn't pay attention to the other words he said, but captured a certain word in it.

He remembered the weird mask that Higiri and Shiraishi had worn on each other's faces when they met Shiraishi on the abandoned battlefield.

It looks like an artistically exaggerated energy mask, with a pitch-black background, and a long and narrow blank space is painted on the eyes, pulled all the way to the edge of the mask, making a curved and kind exaggerated smile, and the lips are two pairs of ferocious fangs , the whole mask is schizophrenic, so weird and creepy.

"Members of the retrograde army usually wear masks when they are outside. As the son of 'Yujinhua', you must have seen such a dangerous identity before, right?"

The question of good deeds is like a sharp claw, easily breaking through the last chaotic place in Jingujiquan's memory.

He had indeed seen that mask.

After he was adopted by that well-meaning couple, he lived an idle life of ordinary people for a few years. On his way home from school one day, he met the Time Traveling Army who tore apart the space and came to hunt him down.

The people who led the retrograde army wore such a distorted and kind smile mask on their faces.

The pitch-black background, the kind and cold smiling eyes, and the criss-crossed fangs.

Did they have their eyes on him so early?

After thinking about this matter, Jingu Jiquan actually felt a sense of relief that "it's finally here".

"If you want to ask about the scale, I don't know how many people we have. There are our eyeliners in various departments of the political affairs, and our shop is also in Wanwu, but there are not many of us among the god judges, and the organization is biased towards the elite line. , will only selectively contact spiritually powerful judges."

Shan Xing thought of what to say, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly smiled meaningfully: "Ah, there is a piece of news that you should be interested in."

Jingujiquan raised his eyes.

Shanxing parted his lips and bit the tip of his tongue: "In order to control the time-traveling army without sanity, the retrograde army has conducted in-depth research on Fu Sangshen's soul. Last month, it completed the first case of Fu Sangshen's purification. It's a meme copy of Toujian Fusangshen's original spirit and split spirit..."

He is not doing academic research, and he doesn't know much about these professional terms. He just memorized the few terms he had heard before from memory, and then he was satisfied to see the expected expression on the face of the black-haired young man in front of him. At a loss.

"The original spirit and the split spirit... what?" Izumi Mori Kanesada mumbled blankly.

"Meme copy?" Kunihiro Horikawa frowned and added the following words.

The fusangshen of each Honmaru are "stripped" from the spirit, and have the same memory, ability, and personality as the spirit. They are exactly the same before contacting their own gods. And the reason why the original spirit can be the original spirit is that there is an additional function that the split spirit does not have——

They are the "origin".

They are the beginning and end of all splits. Using game terms to make an analogy, they are equivalent to "save points".

Jingujiquan didn't feel overly excited when he heard the news, but calmly said: "How did you do it?"

Shanxing had seen the anxious look he showed last time when he was trying to solve the dark fall of the mustache. The young man he saw last time was in a daze. The ubiquitous pain, at that time, his eyes were clearly filled with desperate, as if as long as he could recover that Fu Sangshen, he would do anything.

But now that he heard the exact news, he became inhuman and cruel.

Did time change him?

Shan Xing was thinking aimlessly in his heart, and did not delay his answer: "I don't know the specific reason, probably it is to use some method to make the ghost of the dark fall keep the memory and return to the original soul. The nature of the dark fall and then 'copy' a method to make the dark fall disappear."

Shanxing said this lightly, but the difficulty can be imagined. The biggest difference between each spirit is the memory after meeting with their respective god judges. It is these unique memories that shape each god judge. The unique Fusangshen they have makes them the only one of the countless "Sankai Yue Zongjin" and the only one of the countless "One Phase One Boost"...

And if there was a way to preserve those memories—

Jingongjiquan raised his head abruptly, his eyes seemed to be burning with scorching flames, his voice was a little hoarse because of the extreme excitement: "That method... that method is useful for Fu Sangshen of Broken Knife ?"

It is the memory that differentiates the different spirits. If he can give them those unique memories, then...

Yaoyan and the others, will they be able to return to him?

Shanxing had a strange expression on his face, as if he didn't expect Jingongjiquan to ask such a question. In the extreme silence, a tattered and dirty monk raised the corner of his mouth, and made a smile with no intention of laughing: "In principle, , you can give it a try."

But Fu Sangshen, who has fallen into darkness, has his own memory. Where can the broken knife Fusangshen get the memory for him to find?It's just a fanciful theory.

Shanxing thought so in his heart, but didn't say it out loud.

He wasn't interested in making trouble for himself when he was a prisoner.

Jingongjiquan got up suddenly, his tone became hard again, but compared with before, his eyes were a little more flaming: "Your stronghold?"

Shanxing sold out his accomplices neatly: "The anchor points are 25, [-], [-], [-]. The time anchor point is three hours, [-] minutes, and six seconds behind standard time."

Jingujiquan got the information and turned around and left. A group of fusangshen also followed him to the outside of the warehouse. Seeing that Suzumaru Koji was going to follow, Shanxing subconsciously moved his legs and shouted: " you have not answer my question yet!"

The pace of counting beads stopped for a moment.

The tall lotus in front of the Buddha turned his face sideways, and the translucent and bright purple beads entwined and fell between his fingers, making a crisp knocking sound as they twisted: "You say that we are gods, maybe this is not wrong. But in my opinion, I Only the sword that belongs to the lord."

Shan Xing refuted him with trembling lips: "So what! You have already broken away from the category of dead things, possessing great strength and superb beauty. As long as you are willing, why not get everything that a god should have?"

"The belief in the sword will always be human."

Shuzhuwan Hengci said softly, with a calm and firm tone, as if explaining the most irrefutable truth in the world.

This is the most tender love story that belongs to the blood-drinking and killing blade.

Shanxing was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Hahahahaha swords believe in human beings! Hahahahaha is ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

His laughter contained a lot of complicated emotions, Suzumaru Hengji was unmoved, and whispered a Buddhist mantra: "Those who lose themselves will eventually be swallowed by themselves."

His voice was so low that it was inaudible, he turned and walked out of the warehouse behind his companions, and closed the door without haste, leaving the lost man's laughter far behind him.