Don't play games with crazy vests

Kashiwahara said goodbye to the monk long ago, and left with Izu.

He didn't use his divine power to teleport away immediately, he just chatted with the old monk, and he was still thinking about something in his mind.

Bai Yuan hadn't felt that after chatting peacefully with the old man, he got a clue about the Six Eyes matter.

Hokkaido's untouched deep mountain snow scene made him feel peaceful and peaceful.

Kashiwahara Zamo likes winter very much.

Enjoy the vastness of the world, the illusion that you are the only one left.

It happened that this kind of atmosphere was conducive to his thinking, so he simply took a walk in the forest aimlessly, not in a hurry to leave before he figured it out.

The hot tea served by the old monk was very simple, compared to the expensive tea that Kashiwahara drank at Wujo's house, it could even be regarded as inferior tea.

Facing the expensive tea leaves, Kashiwahara expressed that he didn't like drinking tea. Instead, he politely took a sip of the low-quality tea in the mountains.

"Thank you."

The monk stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "It's just a bowl of tea."

Faced with a kind-hearted, kind-hearted and simple old man who could even be said to be indifferent to the world, Bai Yuan calmed down without any thought.

He felt very comfortable staying with this NPC, like meeting a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"But it's also the best tea I've ever had."

The monk shook his head: "It's just the most common tea foam. I'm afraid most of the teas that the benefactor has drunk before are of good quality."

Bai Yuan hadn't found it interesting: "Do you think I'm lying?"

He let Izu out and let his rabbit lie down in front of the fire to keep warm.

The monk still shook his head: "I say that simply because I don't agree with the idea of ​​the benefactor."

Bai Yuan couldn't hold back his laughter for a long time, with a sarcasm in his smile: "A monk really can't lie, and he can speak so bluntly."

Maybe it’s because it’s been a long time since I’ve had a chat with anyone like this, and Kashiwahara then asked: “Then why don’t you agree? If the tea at the foot of the mountain is so good, why do you still practice here instead of returning to the city to experience a great experience? A practice hidden in the city?"

Bai Yuanzao's mouth was actually very poisonous, he rarely showed his true face, and he didn't use any respectful words to the old man.

The old monk calmed down and said: "You have to enter the world first when you are born. I think this cup of rough tea is better than the tea at the foot of the mountain. It is because although I have not experienced much, I have already drank all the teas I want to drink, so I think this cup of rough tea is the best. OK."

He opened his eyes and stared sincerely at Kashiwahara Zauna, as if he was trying to persuade a villain who went astray.

"The benefactor may have forgotten the taste of the tea he drank. I think to the benefactor, there is no distinction between good and bad tea in the world."

The old man sighed, with some pity in his tone: "Why do you have to forcibly give yourself a shackle, because of an environment so that you think a cup of tea itself is very bad..."

"This is why we met here."

The old monk just wanted to tell Bai Yuan Zao no, he didn't even force Bai Yuan Zao to listen.

He has done everything he can, and the rest of the mundane affairs have nothing to do with him.

If Ah Wu were to give up the driftwood of "paranoia" that he held on to in his heart, then he would really drown to death.

Kashiwahara Zaumou disagreed with the idea of ​​"self-imprisonment", and immediately retorted bluntly: "You are so strange, what I believe, your neighbor's God can't judge whether it is right or wrong, Why did you think it was a shackle first?"

The monk shook his head slightly and stopped talking.

Kashiwahara Zamu snorted, taking the initiative to break the somewhat serious atmosphere: "As expected of a monk who came to borrow the chassis of Shintoism."

The content of the conversation between the two was a bit sharp, but overall it was not serious. Kashiwahara Zamo was not only not angry, but even had something to say when the old monk went to ring the bell.

However, the family has released the attitude of seeing off the guests, and Kashiwahara Zao still left in a proper manner.

He did listen to the old man's words a bit, but what he listened to was not the part that the monk most wanted him to understand, but the part that Ah Wu needed most.

The most needed part that can help Gojo Satoru.

Ah Wu would not think that liking Wujo Satoru was forcing himself to like a cup of inferior tea.

Gojo Satoru is a genius and a treasure.

Although there is a big difference between what Bai Yuan Zao Wu pondered out and what the old monk really wanted to persuade him, it doesn't matter, Bai Yuan Zao Wu didn't care about the deep meaning in those words at all.

Kashiwahara suddenly understood, he has been standing on the perspective of a god, always thinking about how to reduce the ability of the six eyes to the point where humans can use it.

It is true that six eyes have powerful side effects on humans, but why can't it be the other way around?

As long as Wujo Wu's physical fitness is improved to break through the human limit, the problem of the six eyes will naturally be solved.

It is also much less difficult to do so.

It was just three drops of blood that he dug out from the heart.

Even if you are a demigod, you don't have to worry about the side effects of the six eyes anymore.

Kashiwahara Zaumu heaved a sigh of relief, this request was too simple, he even wanted to go back to Shenyin for a new Gojo Enlightenment right now.

Anyway, after so long, the cooldown time of [Shenyin]'s skill is finally about to expire.

Unfortunately, the ease of thinking in the forest was soon interrupted.

It only took two or three minutes to walk out of the shrine, and when I came back to my senses, Kashiwahara had already walked deep into the forest. I don’t know

He walked on the snow, seemingly walking slowly, but in fact the speed was unbelievably fast, and walking on the forest floor that had not been artificially excavated was even more like walking on flat ground.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a remote place to have people.

Kashiwahara hadn't felt it before but keenly felt Gojo Satoru's aura.

How is he here?

All the indifference was broken, and even the superficial calm could not be maintained, Bai Yuan was no longer in a daze.

Three men in black robes and masks came out of the snow.

The leading man was holding a strangely shaped spell tool, exuding a faint aura belonging to Gojo Satoru, which perfectly deceived Kashiwahara Zauna and hid the aura of the three men in black.

The man standing at the front said to Kashiwahara Zamo in a hoarse voice: "It's time to go back."

The memory from Ah Wu that was almost sealed at the bottom was awakened.

Even if it is a gift released for Gojo Satoru, greedy humans will first want to ensure that it can be 100% recycled.

Recalling the pain of being bitten by the curse spirit again, it was not just a physical pain, but more of a fear from the heart.

Dark and lonely.

It is an existence that even begins to doubt whether the self exists or not, and even goes crazy.

His eyes were full of tears, big and big hot tears flowed down his cheeks onto the snow, turning into golden gemstones.

Taking Ah Wu's experience of being abused after being captured as an example, the negative emotions spanning tens of thousands of years are involved, and the oldest fear is maximized.

He is vulnerable.

Bai Yuan had nothing to resist, and before he fell into darkness, there was only a desperate cry piercing the sky.

It is the artifact of Takamisanyu Sun God.

He was not mistaken, the ladle held in the hands of the man in black standing at the front was an indispensable item in the ceremony of worshiping the God of High Misanyu.

The original high gosanku sun god was also given the name of a sacred weapon.

It was also that thing that suppressed Bai Yuanzao without pain, and fainted in embarrassment.

This was the bargaining chip they were able to take back the gift from Gojo Satoru.

give up.

Stop struggling.

Kashiwahara had long thought clearly that if Wujo Wu came to save him, he would not ask Wujo Wu to give him three drops of blood from his heart for free.

He let go of his struggling hand.

Ah Wu is crazy, and even wants to use this method to test Gojo Satoru.

Izu is the bargaining chip he left for Gojo Satoru.

The essence of Kashiwahara Zamo and Gojo Satoru is nothing but fanatical gamblers.

When Gojo Satoru arrived, only the little rabbit Izu was protected and stayed because Kashiwahara had no final will.

Izu was so anxious that he forgot to even cover up, and opened his mouth to tell Gojo Satoru that Ah Wu had been taken away.

Gojo Satoru didn't worry about the fact that the rabbit could talk, he could only feel the remnant of Ah Wu's breath, and could not trace the traces of other people at all.

Izu tried to calm himself down and recounted the situation just now.

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist, and in the next second the spell "Cang" was activated instantly.

Where the spell was directed, a tree fell.

Using the most brutal method to temporarily vent the anger in my heart.

"The magic society."

Gojo Satoru at this time is more like a wild beast that chooses to hold back in order to catch its prey.

But not all conjuration.

Gojo Satoru is very clear about the style of the Conjuration Society. Just the two top-level spell tools that the man in black took out just now, with this kind of background and level of sophistication, is not something that the Conjuration Society can do.

It's more like an elder hiding in the magic society.

The name of Kamo Sosuke flashed in Gojo Satoru's mind, and there must be a relationship behind this series of events that he didn't know.

But no matter how calm he was, Gojo Satoru would never forget Ah Wu's fear of curses and his extremely weak body when he first came to the main house.

Not to mention the temptation to continuously supply energy after he has divine power and can chop off limbs for sealing.

Picking up Izu, Gojo Satoru touched the rabbit in his arms, his throat was thirsty and his chest was severely blocked.

"No matter where I am, I can always find him."

Ah Wu can't be killed, no matter what he becomes, even if he is really sealed, he will find all of Ah Wu's bodies and put them together again.

"We'll find him soon."

Gojo Satoru said lightly, and Izu felt a drop of warm water dripping on his back, rubbing against his chest.

Bai Yuan, who was in a coma, had a pale face. He was pinching his chin by a person who couldn't see his face clearly, as if he was looking at the goods.

"Great."

That person was very satisfied with him, whether it was the long-opened appearance or the turbulent power in his body, they had perfectly grown into the appearance he had envisioned.

"It will be the most perfect body."

The man's slender fingers kept stroking Kashiwahara Zauna's face fascinatedly, feeling the vitality of this body with his fingertips.

This is the power of orthodox gods.

It's so addicting.

The most important thing is that all this will belong to him immediately.

The man is in a good mood, and he doesn't mind saying a few words to the unconscious Kashiwahara Zaumou.

"Everything is fine, it's just a pity."

He said critically: "Since everyone told you that the six eyes belonged to the gods, why didn't you dig out Wujo Wu's eyes with your pride!?"

"Don't you like him? Worried about him?"

The man laughed morbidly: "I'm worried hahaha, unfortunately, this is all fake."

There is no problem with the six eyes at all.

It was just a brand that he deliberately hypnotized after he was arrested.

No one would tell Ah Wu that his concern was in vain from the very beginning.

It was even because of the futility of running around for Gojo Satoru that he was recaptured.