Naruto: A bird in a cage can't trap me Fenghou Qimen

"It will be very difficult before the ninja world achieves true unification and completely breaks the chains of killing and hatred." Tsunade said in a deep voice.

Even a player like her who was only interested in playing badly would have a fleeting greed after seeing the special power of Feng Qi's eyes, not to mention those dangerous elements who were craving for power!

In Tsunade's opinion, the potential of the special Byakugan is no less powerful than the Uchiha clan's Mangekyō Sharingan, and it is of great strategic value.

"Absolute peace does not exist, so Jingyin, to be honest, I really envy that brat for being able to be so casual and free in such an environment."

"Perhaps, this is the fundamental reason why he was able to awaken his special Byakugan..."

Tsunade shook the wine glass in her hand, her expression becoming somewhat gloomy.

She suddenly remembered her brother Nawaki and her lover Kato Dan who had died many years ago.

"Tsunade-sama..."

Shizune stood nearby, watching Tsunade, who couldn't even lie on the table, pouring wine sadly, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

All she could do was to stay by his side as she had done in the past...

On the other side, Feng Qi, who had just left the tavern, met a group of warriors from the Bird Country holding torches and weapons.

There are no ninja villages in this country, and the defense force is mainly composed of samurai.

As for the ninjas living here, they were all the same wandering ninjas that Feng Qi had encountered before. They had no fixed place to live, and their identities could not be recognized here.

"That undead warrior ghost floated away from the street on the left. Quick! Hurry! We must catch it today!"

"But how can we chase it? It's flying in the sky!"

The warriors passed Feng Qi with great momentum and a strong attitude, but in the end it was of no use, and they didn't even touch a hair of the warrior undead.

Feng Qi raised his eyes slightly.

At the end of my sight, I saw a "monster" wearing a ghost mask, warrior armor, and holding a halberd floating in the air. In a flash, it disappeared at the end of the long dark night.

"I didn't expect to see this by chance. The legendary warrior ghost..."

Feng Qi sighed softly and watched the other person leave indifferently without even rolling his eyes.

Some time ago, the former daimyo of the Kingdom of Birds, Lord Osagi, died suddenly, and his son Master Sagi and Hongming, who had always served as his counselor, were both nominated as candidates for succession.

The counselor Hong Ming opposed Lu's appointment to the position of daimyo because he was too young. However, with the support of Meng Zong, a highly respected monk in the Kingdom of Birds, Lu successfully took the position of daimyo.

——The previous daimyo and Master Lu were secretly killed by wandering ninjas led by Meng Zong a long time ago, and the current Master Lu is replaced by his twin sister Zhu Lu.

In order to launch a crazy revenge on the damned wandering ninja leader Meng Zong, Zhu Lu began to create the illusion of samurai undead in the city, secretly looking for an opportunity.

At this time, there is still some time before the Bird Country, which has no way to deal with the situation, asks Konoha for help.

Looking at the warriors passing by dejectedly, Feng Qi, who was wearing a gray robe, crossed his arms across his chest and leaned calmly against an inconspicuous wall.

After counting on my fingers, I found that my fortune will be very good tomorrow.

Thinking about the money he earned from the journey to the west in recent days, which was basically all used to compensate for the streets destroyed by Tsunade and to pay for the drinks, Feng Qi sighed softly.

It seems that I have to stay here for one more day...

The next day.

Just as Feng Qi expected, as soon as his fortune-telling stall was set up, a man dressed as a daimyo's attendant came over.

Chishima, the current daimyo of the Land of Birds, Herons and Toki have been childhood sweethearts since they were young.

"Um, young man, can you exorcise spirits? I have an important commission and would like to ask for your help." Qiandao asked tentatively.

The scene of Fengqi and Tsunade fighting on the street yesterday was witnessed by many people. With the support of real fighting records, the reputation of Fengqi, the fortune teller, has become even more famous.

Meng Zong, a high-ranking monk whose status in the Land of Birds was second only to that of the daimyo, then noticed Feng Qi's existence.

He wanted to use Feng Qi's hand to get rid of the "warrior ghosts" that had just appeared a few days ago, so as to completely realize his conspiracy to control the Bird Kingdom!

"If I'm not mistaken, you are talking about the warrior ghost that has been making the rounds recently, right?" Feng Qi asked without even turning his head.

Hearing this, the simple and honest Qiandao was immediately shocked:

He even knew about this? He is worthy of being called a half-immortal. This guy is really amazing!

How could he know that Feng Qi hadn't even used the Fenghou Qimen at all.

It's just the prophetic advantage of the time traveler~

"That's right! Is there any way to solve it?" Qiandao asked excitedly.

If the young man in dark sunglasses in front of them really had a solution, then they wouldn't have to worry about whether to run to a distant big country for help!

Thinking of this, Qiandao took out a stack of coins and put them on the fortune-telling stall, pushing it in front of Fengqi.

"From a professional perspective, your commission is quite suitable for my profession."

Feng Qi nodded, looking troubled, and murmured in a low voice, "It's just..."

"Just what? Don't worry, as long as it can restore peace to this country, I will do my best to cooperate!"

Qiandao patted his chest and made a solemn promise.

"Your case is not as simple as it seems on the surface, even for me, it will be very troublesome to deal with it."

"Ah? So you're not sure either?"

"No, you misunderstood. What I meant was..."

Feng Qi raised a finger with a serious expression, "It costs more."

He wasn't raising the price, but the matter of the samurai undead was indeed quite complicated, and it would take some effort to handle it perfectly.

At least, it won’t be as easy as it is now to sit at a stall and calculate your financial fortune!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 38: The Gambler Loses Everything in the End

"Ah? Well, to be honest, the treasury of the Bird Country is very short of money, and the economy is in a bit of a pickle..."

Chishima stood there with a troubled look on his face, looking very embarrassed.

It is indeed a bit unreasonable that as a country, it cannot afford the normal commission remuneration.

The main reason for this phenomenon is the current unstable situation in the Bird Country.

A young daimyo has just taken over. On the surface, his counselor Hongming is trying every means to regain the position of daimyo. Secretly, the high monk Meng Zong, who is controlling the wandering ninjas, is waiting for an opportunity to act.

In order to establish a good image in front of officials, Meng Zong even became famous for his "thriftiness". He had a very good reputation in the Bird Kingdom and had many staunch supporters!

Seeing that the fortune teller opposite him was unmoved and didn't look like he would compromise at all, Qiandao lowered his head with a gloomy look.

After pondering for a few seconds, he gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind for the sake of the Bird Kingdom and for Master Lu, with whom he had grown up.

"If that's the case, then I can only commit seppuku!"

Qiandao looked extremely serious. He pulled out a sharp long knife from his waist, lifted the collar of his shirt at the abdomen, and stabbed the tip of the knife forward without hesitation!

Feng Qi was very clear about his real intention in doing this. He crossed his legs and sat there leisurely without any intention of stopping him.

Just like that, Chishima successfully cut open his abdomen...and the white bandage wrapped around it.

A pile of coins fell down with a clatter, scattered on the fortune-telling stall.

"Well, this is all my private money, please accept it."

Chidao's tone sounded quite sad and determined, with two lines of tears on his face.

"I have sensed your faith and devotion."

"No problem, I'll take your commission."

After he finished speaking, Feng Qi just waved his sleeves lightly, and all the coins on the table were swept away, leaving no trace.

Seeing such a wonderful method, Chishima, who was not a ninja, was amazed and bowed ninety degrees, saying: "Thank you very much!"

"Before I start the commission, there is something very important that I need to confirm with you."

Feng Qi pushed a chair made of sandalwood in front of Qiandao, signaling him not to be in a hurry and to sit down and talk properly.

The moment he sat down on the chair, Qiandao's pupils contracted slightly.

A cool and comfortable feeling flows through my body. The impatience and worries of the past few days seem to be swept away, and my mood suddenly becomes very relaxed!

"You, you speak." His tone became more respectful.

"What is the content of your commission, is it to exorcise the souls of the samurai or to restore peace to the Bird Kingdom?" Feng Qi asked in a deep voice.

Although judging from the final performance of the original work, the so-called ghost of the former daimyo samurai seems to have really appeared.

But even if this thing really exists, Feng Qi is not afraid at all.

I don’t care whether you are a ghost or not, I will just strike you with a bolt of lightning and see if you can see you ascend to heaven on the spot!

This was not a difficult task for him who mastered the strange power of Yin and Yang.

Of course, Chishima’s commission should be more inclined towards the latter, that is, to restore peace to the Bird Kingdom.

This kind of matter is much more troublesome, as it involves a country's most honorable daimyo, as well as the strategists and monks whose status and reputation are second only to the daimyo!

Since Feng Qi has received the other party's money, he has to be responsible for it. This is one of the principles he follows when charging for fortune-telling at his stall.

"The spirit of that samurai is said to be the spirit of the former daimyo..."

Thinking of the deceased "uncle" who always had a serious face, Qiandao looked at Fengqi with a firm look, "Please restore stability to the Bird Country. This is not only my wish, but also what the kind and honest Lord Meng Zong hopes for!"

"So, your commission itself is a contradictory and troublesome matter..."

Feng Qi scratched his head helplessly, raised his eyes and looked at Qiandao with great seriousness, "Listen carefully, I will tell you the whole truth of what I have calculated."

He felt that explaining slowly was too troublesome, so he prepared to simply and roughly state the whole truth.

Hearing this, Qiandao swallowed deeply, his heart hanging in the air.

"The current daimyo of your country, Sagi, is an impostor of his sister Toki. The so-called samurai ghosts are also impersonated by her."

"The previous daimyo was killed by the high monk you are talking about, Meng Zong. He was the leader of the wandering ninjas in the city and tried to take over the country for himself."

The amount of information contained in Feng Qi's two short sentences shocked Qiandao so much that he stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

"What did you say?! Zhu Lu pretended to be Master Lu? Master Meng Zong killed Master Da Lu? How is this possible!"

Chidao was so emotional that he slammed his hands on the table. "Shouldn't the guilty person be Hongming, the strategist who competed with the legitimate heir for the position of daimyo?!"