Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

The pair of sharp pincers are extremely sharp at first glance, and the distance they keep gesturing at the ends of the hair is really dangerous.Suzumaru resisted the urge to open his eyes, and quietly took a step forward.

Regretfully watching the silky and flowing hair brush past his own pliers, the shrimp-like monster sensed the silent refusal, and insisted: "Just a little bit."

Beards and hair are external things.

Think of counting beads.

"……no."

Intuition tells him that the "little bit" in his cognition category is definitely not the same as the "little bit" he thinks about.

The cooked duck was about to fly away, and the monster smashed its long beak in dissatisfaction. It was still very envious of this long hair.Although it likes black, long and straight, the gradient is obviously more attractive than it imagined.

"Is there no room for negotiation?"

A look of hesitation appeared on Shuzhuwan Hengji's calm face, he was not very good at how to refuse other people's requests, but after struggling for a while, he still shook his head without saying a word.

"Ha!" The monster waved its two pincers threateningly and shouted, reversing its previous begging posture, "Then don't blame me, this is your toast and not eating or drinking!"

"Look, my name is Faqie! My favorite thing is to cut the hair of people like you!"

Although it is also the first time I have encountered this kind of thing - I used to hide and observe the guys passing by secretly, and none of their hair is as long as the hair in front of me.Although there is also one that meets its requirements, but after overhearing that Fu Sangshen, who is always inseparable from its target most of the time, tore up the guy who fell apart after a few steps... Thinking about it, I gave up this idea .

Just listening to the "click click" sound made by its big pincers when it keeps opening and closing, it can be regarded as decisive, and the back of the head is chilly after counting beads.

"I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to live on from now on, stay and buy..." Faqie stuck for a while, feeling that this is not very appropriate, Shuzhuwan really stood there kindly waiting for it After finishing speaking, it only thought for a while before it figured out how to continue, "Leave your hair!"

"I……"

Shuzhuwan Hengci closed his eyes slightly and corrected it.

"I didn't think about going there. Because I came from that side just now," he pointed to the opposite direction behind him, "now I'm going here."

Faqie: "..."

Its black bead eyes moved back and forth with his fingertips, blinking.

It seems to be going the wrong way.

Faqie: "I don't care, it's all the same!"

"Come on, let's fight," it clumsily made a hook motion with its huge claws, "Today either you die or I live!"

Where does this sentence sound wrong...

Shuzhuwan was obviously a little troubled by this invitation to fight, his slender fingers rested on the handle of the knife, and he hadn't decided whether to really take it out of the sheath.But Zhenji did ask him to patrol the corridors of Honmaru tonight. Presumably, he also thought that a monk's sword like him could drive away some unclean existences, and he only realized that there might be some misunderstandings in it.

He doesn't really want to fight, but if it is unavoidable, he can only observe the opponent's situation and cooperate with the opponent to take corresponding actions.

As soon as the voice fell, Faqie suddenly opened his claws, and the sharp sawtooth was approaching aggressively.It swung its tail hooked to the beam, and its whole body galloped behind Shu Zhuwan, and it was about to chop off the back of his head.

After counting the beads, he twisted his body and dodged to the side at the moment when the sawtooth slashed, and even the most fringe strands of hair perfectly avoided the hair-cutting scissors-like claws.Faqie, who didn't even touch a single hair, waved another big claw angrily. At the same time, the Shuzhuwan that pulled out the body had already seen through the flaws in its body in the blink of an eye, and volleyed towards it. Cut off the claw that was picked up.

There was a muffled sound, and only a very shallow scratch was left on the red armor.

Not even the exoskeleton was cut.

A knife and a shrimp fell into silence for a moment.

"Ahhhhhhh so sour! So numb!" Immediately afterwards, Faqie, who was knocked numb through the exoskeleton, hugged his pliers and screamed, "Damn it, how do you know that I'm here... Hey, before you leave Give me your hair!"

Shuzhuwan, who retreated strategically, only glanced at the situation behind him out of the corner of his eye. Faqie rolled twice on the ground holding the big pincers, but he still couldn't let go of his obsession with the beautiful long hair. He even rolled and crawled to catch up. come up.

Its crawling speed was not fast, and it fell far behind Shuzhuwan.

"Zhenji," in this way, Shuzhuwan had more leeway, he knocked on the door lightly, "Zhenji."

The smiling Qing Jiang who was awakened by his elder brother's voice in a half-dream, looked even more confused than Shuzhuwan when he opened the door.

"Shuzhuwan Palace?" He wondered.

Faqie, who was slowly lagging behind, noticed the unusual aura ahead, and raised his head keenly.

"Damn it, Demon Slayer Knife." It reversed its direction, turned its head and walked back, "I can't mess with this one, and I can't move that one, when will there be another guy with long hair..."

Turning around again, Shuzhuwan saw the smiling face Qingjiang was still looking at him blankly.

"No problem."

There was a little relief in his tone.

"Go back to sleep."

Smiling Qing Jiang: "...???"

No, tell him what's going on anyway? !

Early the next morning, Chiichi Horiguchi walked into the restaurant, and what he saw was Qing Jiang, who was lying on the table with a smile on his face, and Koji Suzumaru, who was meditating opposite him.

"what happened?"

As she asked, she had already guessed something in her heart.

"Master," Luan tugged at her and bit her ear, "Mr. Shuzhuwan doesn't seem to be able to help."

She guessed, but—

"why?"

Shuzhuwan on the side had already heard their conversation, and he raised his head slightly.

"My strike can only be regarded as very ordinary in the Taidao," he said, "I didn't manage to cut that haircut last night."

"Cut it out."

Mustache repeated.

"It's quite similar to my name. Is this a kind of fate?"

Kewan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Brother...!"

"I don't think it's a question of blows."

Tsurumaru, who had roughly heard the story here earlier, chimed in.

"I should be a little taller than Shuzhuwandian. I didn't cut into that monster at that time."

Jin Jian, who just came here not long ago, didn't fully understand what happened before, so he asked curiously, "That monster?"

"Ah," Tsurumaru explained with nostalgia, "It's a monster that came out of the mirror. It really scared me at that time."

"Mr. Crane."

Candlestick Che smiled and made a gesture to add another tablespoon of wasabi to his tuna mashed yam, "Please don't mention that time again."

"That's right, it will remind Kobo of bad memories," Tsurumaru nodded understandingly, "After all, the kitchen—"

Such a large ball of green mustard rolled down from the edge of the spoon and landed firmly on the yam puree.Such a plate of food that made people cry when they watched it was placed in front of him without any room for refutation by the candlestick, Tsurumaru swallowed hard, and shut up.

"I didn't even leave a trace."

Tsurumaru quickly brought the topic back to the point.

"But Qing Jiang cut it very smoothly. It is reasonable to say that Wakizashi's blow will not be higher than that of Taidao-so I think it is still an essential problem. At least there are some traces left by Shujumaru Temple?"

Shuzhuwan nodded slightly.

"I thought the Buddha Knife could be the same as the Spirit Knife," Goto muttered to himself, "Is it not working?"

"Maybe it's because the Demon Slayer Saber has indeed killed ghosts..."

Chisato Horiguchi also felt that the difference was subtle and confusing.

"In the past, the Buddha Saber just followed its master to practice Buddhism. It has influence, but it also has a certain limit. It is not as intimidating as the Demon Slaying Saber...how is the situation of the Divine Saber?"

"Ah, I haven't really cut it before, I don't know what will happen if I cut it." Ishikirimaru said with a smile, "The previous time was also with the coin, Mr. Jiro's words—"

He's still drinking there.

"Then it makes sense, doesn't it?"

Yao Yan said: "Mr. Shiqiewan can use imperial coins, so if Mr. Shuzhuwan recites scriptures—"

Oh yes!

Everyone's eyes lit up, and even the smiling Qing Jiang who was lying on his stomach suddenly sat up.

But Shuzhuwan showed a look of embarrassment.

"My predecessor," he said softly, "Master Nichiren holds only one sutra and denies all Mahayana teachings."

"Although I have doubts about whether this is the right way to do it, until now, I have also majored in the Namumiaofa Lianhua Sutra."

Shuzhuwan paused slightly.

"All sentient beings can become Buddhas, but this sutra has nothing to do with exorcising ghosts. I thought that Zhenji just wanted me to patrol on his behalf, and thought that it would be a little deterrent to them, but it seems that I was thinking too much, which also caused trouble. There was some misunderstanding."

Smiling Qing Jiang: "..."

All the knives: "..."

"Wait, wait, I see."

California Qingguang raised his hands, "That is to say, Buddhist scriptures are not incapable of exorcising ghosts, but it depends on which school the Buddhist knife belongs to, and which Buddhist scriptures are you practicing?"

"That's it."

Shuzhuwan responded.

"At least the Nichiren sect doesn't."

Everyone looked at the smiling Qingjiang with sympathy.

"I didn't expect it to be such a result..." Caiwei pondered, "Then this time the game..."

Heizumi Kanesada froze when he heard the words.

He got up calmly, and wanted to walk out the door as if nothing had happened.

"No, Izumi Mamoru."

Yamato Shou'an smiled and pulled his clothes, "I want to bet and admit defeat."

"Mr. Kane," Horikawa said with a look of helplessness, "I just said to think about it..."

"It's okay, Mr. Qingjiang."

Maeda comforted beside the smiling face Qing Jiang.

"As I said before, at least there is still some money to take."

...he would rather lose, really.