I practice the Tao by blind practice

Chapter 281

In a certain district of Kyoto, inside the Japanese embassy with plaster flags, in an office.

Murakami Taro sat in front of the desk, he picked up a copy from the thick stack of documents in front of him, and carefully looked at it word by word.

In the file, I don't know what exactly is recorded.

Murakami Taro watched from time to time frowning, sometimes sighing, and sometimes laughing heartily.

"Jingle bell... Jingle bell..."

The landline phone placed on the right side of his desk suddenly rang.

"Hello, who is it?" Picking up the phone, Taro Murakami asked directly.

"What? The one surnamed Chen finally appeared? He's in his courtyard in Xishan now?"

"Okay, I know about this!"

"The remuneration that should be paid to you, I will directly transfer it to your account..."

In less than a minute, the phone was hung up, and Taro Murakami took out a cigarette and lit it for himself.

Although more than half a year has passed since the death of his senior sister Ono Sari, until now, he still has a thorn in his throat and broods on it.

Who was it that caused his beloved Senior Sister Ono to die tragically in that car?
Until now, he still hasn't found any clues. He only knows that the death of his senior sister must have something to do with that Chen Hai!

It's a pity that just when he was about to take some revenge, that Chen Hai suddenly disappeared from the world and disappeared without a trace.

In order to find out the whereabouts of Chen Hai, Taro Murakami entrusted many agencies and paid a lot of money during the past six months.

Accidentally, half a year has passed.

It was not until today that the accurate news about Chen Hai finally reached him.

The cigarette he just lit in his hand was finally completely smoked by him.

Straightening his body, Taro Murakami picked up the phone on his desk and dialed it directly.

"Ono-kun, it's me, Murakami Taro."

"I'm making this call to inform you that the target has appeared, and it's in the city of Kyoto."

"I don't worry about your Jiaheliu's work. Last time, that kid from the beautiful country named Jiang, you did a very good job."

"This time, the person you are going to deal with is the main target. As long as he dies, you have fulfilled your promise."

"For my side, I will give you all of the onmyoji secrets about the Xueshan school that I know."

……

This time, the call made by Murakami Taro took a long time.

It took five or six minutes before he hung up the phone and sat down on the office chair again.

"Taoist masters, like our Japanese Onmyoji, are physically fragile."

"The Koga-ryu ninjas are completely different. As long as they get close to them, no matter how powerful a master of Taoism is, they will still die!"

"This time, let Mr. Ono and the others deal with that surnamed Chen. If there is a master of Taoism behind him, as long as he dares to show up, he will never see the sun of the next day!"

With a ferocious face, his face seemed distorted, Murakami Taro gritted his teeth and said to himself.

In their Japanese mysterious world, onmyojis rely on serving the gods wholeheartedly to obtain the approval of the gods and finally gain strength.

The ninja, on the other hand, endures what ordinary people cannot bear, and uses some extreme methods of practice to put himself into a mysterious and mysterious state of trance.

In this way, to communicate with a certain existence, and then, to obtain a little bit of magical blessing.

For ninjas, their own martial power is the foundation, and the little bit of magic they get is just to make their own strength better.

Different ninja genres, mastered secrets, can communicate with different existences.

There was once a certain ninja genre that communicated with an unknown creature that looked like a giant turtle.

The miraculous power obtained from that giant turtle can make ninjas of that school freely escape in the sea water.

However, that genre has already disappeared into the river of history.

Recently, an anime called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which was popular in Japan, was specially filmed by former enemies of that genre in order to satirize them.

To be honest, the ninjas of that genre are shorter and have shorter limbs, but they will never become green turtles.

According to legend, there are 800 million gods in Gaotianyuan, Japan.

If not, the gods in their eyes are just monsters.

Whether it's an onmyoji or a ninja, what they communicate with should be a certain existence in Gao Tianyuan.

It's just that the Onmyoji regards the power obtained from Gao Tianyuan as his own foundation, while the ninja only regards the power obtained from the gods as a supplement to his own strength.

Although the two different ways of cultivation are not completely opposite, it is basically impossible for them to live in harmony.

Murakami Taro, a former disciple of the Onmyouji Snow Mountain school, actually colluded with the Koga-ryu ninjas.

Trying to gain help from the Koga-ryu at the price of selling one's own sect's secret technique is definitely a very taboo thing.

To put it bluntly, as long as the things he has done spread out and reach the ears of those Onmyoji sects, then Murakami Taro will definitely die, and he will definitely not live for a month.

From the looks of it, Ono Sari's death really hit him hard.

Now he is in a frenzy, and when he does things, he is already desperate and has no scruples about any consequences.

As long as he can avenge Senior Sister Ono, he has completely disregarded his own life and death.

"As long as we can kill Chen Hai, find out the master of Taoism behind him, and kill him together, the senior sister's revenge will be completely avenged!"

"At that time, I will kill myself by caesarean section, and I will go down to accompany Senior Sister."

"Kaka-ryu, it's just a dream for them to obtain our Snow Mountain-ryu's secret technique."

"I, Taro Murakami, am a deserter of the Snow Mountain school, but it is absolutely impossible for me to betray the school..."

With a few traces of ruthlessness on his face, Murakami Taro snorted softly, he stood up and walked out of the office.

……

Naturally, Chen Hai knew nothing about the affairs of Murakami Taro at the Japanese embassy.

After treating Uncle Bench, he didn't stay with Chen Hai for long, and he already left.

As the saying goes, a little goodbye is like a newlywed.

Although there was a little bit of unhappiness between Chen Hai and his girlfriend Ye Qingqing, after the incident, both of them seemed to ignore it.

It's normal for husband and wife to have some small conflicts, fights at the head of the bed and peace at the end of the bed!

Just after dusk, shortly after dinner, Chen Hai was dragged into the room by his girlfriend.

This night, Ye Qingqing acted wildly.

Although it is said that cultivating the Tao is Chen Hai's lifelong pursuit, but doing certain things in his spare time can still make him happy physically and mentally.

The next day, Ye Qingqing got up early in the morning and went to school.

As for Chen Hai, he was forced to hand in his homework early in the morning, and even his practice was delayed, so he simply stayed on the bed for a while.

It wasn't until nearly nine o'clock in the morning that he just got up lazily.

When Tian Mingjian was there, Chen Hai didn't bother him.

After all, Chen Hai already knew that his wife was pregnant and was about to give birth.

At the moment when I made a breakthrough in retreat, he followed me and waited in the wilderness for more than half a year. I didn't even have time to take care of my wife, so I could only hire a nanny to watch it temporarily.

Chen Hai is not an unreasonable person. Now that he has left the customs, he simply gave Tian Mingjian a big vacation and asked him to stay at home with his wife.

According to his original plan, he was planning to go back to his hometown of Liuyuan County.

However, because of the matter of helping Uncle Bench's legs, his return to his hometown can only be postponed temporarily.

After making a phone call to my parents and brother Sun Jinzhongqiang.

Chen Hai drove the Grand Cherokee that had been parked outside his Xishan courtyard for more than half a year, and drove towards the direction of Liuhua Hutong.

He has directly omitted the matter of breakfast.

Now he, without eating for three to five days, can't feel any trace of hunger.

Every time he took a breath, he felt strands of scorching air pouring into his body.

This airflow, perhaps, is the legendary aura.

With this unknown airflow entering his body with his breath, it seemed to be able to satisfy his normal daily consumption.

Among Taoists, there has always been the theory of bigu.

Perhaps, after stepping into the level of controlling things, before he knew it, he could already achieve real bigu.

Yesterday, he did eat a lot of the food his girlfriend Ye Qingqing cooked, but it was just to satisfy his appetite.

"Kill this little bastard to death and encourage me to buy a house. What are you talking about? Within half a year, the house price will drop?"

"When I sold my house last year, it was only 3000 yuan per square meter. This year, the house price in our community is almost [-] yuan. How about a college student? I'll drop it, and I'll drop it to your mother?"

"Our family also believed this kid's nonsense. We sold our house for more than 20 yuan. Now, we want to buy it back. According to the current market price, my house is worth almost 40 yuan!"

……

At the mouth of Liuhua Hutong, it is noisy and bustling.

A young man huddled in a corner, old and young, men and women, there were almost ten people, either spitting on him, or greeting him with fists and kicks.

Coming over to Liuhua Hutong, Chen Hai's original intention was to visit his rebuilt courtyard house.

But now, with a group of people blocking it, Chen Hai's car couldn't pass.

After honking the horn several times, but never seeing the group of people get out of the way, Chen Hai looked helpless and could only find a place outside the alley, parked the car, and got out of the car.

"Auntie, Uncle, Brother Zhang, trust me again!"

"The housing prices in our capital city will definitely drop before next year!"

Huddled in the corner, the young man with a bruised nose and swollen face from being beaten, leaned on the wall and finally stood still, he spoke loudly with plausibility.

"Wang Huachun?" Seeing this guy's face, Chen Hai, who was about to walk past the crowd and walk directly into the alley, stopped in his tracks with a strange expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)