I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

They have been using various reasons to deny everything they saw on the island, but facts speak louder than words. Whether it is the giant octopus tentacles that look like the Kraken, the arrows falling from the sky, or the fishing girl with fish scales in front of them, they can all prove that they have set foot on a mysterious land.

"Ms. Yuhuo, how can we ..."

"not good."

Yuhuo looked at the thatched hut that was destroyed by the octopus's tentacles, then looked up at the night sky, his face a little nervous.

"It's night time now. You can't stay here. I'll take you to the village to spend the night."

"Miss Yuhuo, even though the house is gone, the weather isn't that cold. We can just spend the night here. There's no need to go through so much trouble." Hirota Tulio felt a little resistant when he thought of that somewhat strange village.

"It's not like that. It's dangerous in the wild on Penglai Island at night. Only the village is safe. I can't protect all of you." Yuhuo said seriously.

"What danger? Is it a wild beast?" asked the long-haired woman stupidly.

"It's a monster. There are many monsters living on Penglai Island. You have already seen them."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Hirota Tulio frowned and asked tentatively:

"Ms. Yuhuo, are you talking about that giant octopus?"

"That monster is not from the island. It should be the monster driven by that foreigner."

Yuhuo shook his head: "I'm talking about the 'sea monster' that overturned your ship."

"Uh?"

Hirota Tulio looked at the young man.

The young man's face changed. When the boat capsized, he did vaguely see a huge object made of sea water. He thought it was a wave, but he didn't expect it to be a monster called "Sea Demon"?

Several people showed fear on their faces.

In order to avoid any further complications during the night, a group of people, led by the fishing fires, hurried along the beach towards the village.

On the other side of the beach is a primeval forest. Under the cover of night, shadows flicker, as if something is hiding in it. From time to time, rustling noises are heard, and occasionally there are sounds like the howls of wild beasts coming from the forest.

When they thought about what Miss Yuhuo said about monsters living on the island, they couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

To give himself courage, Hirota Tulio laughed, easing the tense atmosphere.

"Haha! Miss Yuhuo, what was that arrow that fell from the sky? It destroyed the octopus monster and... in one go. It's really amazing!"

The others also perked up and pricked up their ears.

Indeed, that meteor-like arrow of light, as bright as day after it bloomed, flattened the waves in an instant, and left a fresh memory in everyone.

"It's the witch's magic-breaking arrow."

The admiration in Yuhuo's eyes was evident, and he said with an exclamatory tone:

"That octopus is a monster from the outside world. When it landed on the island, it must have been sensed by the witch, so she shot the magic-destroying arrow from the sacred peak in the middle of Penglai Island."

"Miko-sama..."

Hirota Tulio couldn't help chewing on this word. Although his ancestors had immigrated to Brazil for hundreds of years, there were shrines built in the Japanese settlements in Brazil, so he was not unfamiliar with this kind of clergy with a very Japanese style.

In the village, when the villagers and the old village chief mentioned the witch, they all looked pious, which shows that her status on Penglai Island is obviously extraordinary.

"That witch, no, the respected and sacred witch lady, is she the most prominent figure on Penglai Island?"

Unconsciously, Hirota Tulio also accepted Yuhuo's words and believed that this was Penglai Island.

"Aren't there immortals on Penglai Island in the legend?"

Hirota Tulio glanced at the young couple, and they nodded repeatedly to indicate that he was not wrong.

"I don't know about that. I've been on the island for three hundred years and have never seen any immortals. It has always been the witch who has been protecting us." Yuhuo replied.

"Three hundred years!?"

Hirota Tulio and the young couple were stunned, while the foreign woman who had only a vague understanding of Japanese and the black man Antonio were a little confused, wondering why they reacted so strongly.

The foreign woman couldn't help but be curious and asked Hirota Tulio what they were talking about.

Hirota Tulio responded with a few words and asked impatiently:

"Ms. Yuhuo, you said you are three hundred years old?"

Isn’t that the old lady who lived from the Edo period to the present day?

Hirota Tulio looked at Yuhuo in disbelief. With her slightly childish face and smooth white skin, she looked like a high school student. How could she be so old?

"You humans can live up to 200 years old, right? What's so surprising about this?"

Yuhuo asked back with a strange look on his face.

Miss Yuhuo is indeed not an ordinary person.

Hirota Tulio couldn't help but smile bitterly. He recalled that the old village chief had claimed to be over 230 years old. At that time, he thought that the old village chief was suffering from Alzheimer's disease and talking nonsense.

Now it doesn’t seem so false.

In Miss Yuhuo's opinion, being able to live over 200 years old should be a common situation among the villagers on the island.

The villagers on the island can actually live to be 200 years old. Is it worthy of being the legendary overseas fairyland Penglai?

The young couple secretly peeked at the fishing lights, their eyes fiery and obscure, and whispered in low voices, occasionally uttering words like "mermaid" and "eight hundred bhikkhunis".

"Miss Yuhuo, you may not know that for us modern people, or people outside the island, it is already a great fortune to live to be a hundred years old." Hirota Tulio spread out his palms and explained helplessly.

"Then would you like to consider staying on Penglai Island? As long as you live on the island, you might be able to live to 200 years old."

Yuhuo turned around and looked at him with his head tilted, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

Hirota Tulio's heart actually beat fast for a moment.

But he quickly came to his senses. Although Penglai Island was picturesque and beautiful like a fairyland on earth, it was actually a desolate place without water, electricity or internet. It was fine for tourism, but it was impossible to accept living in such a place for a lifetime.

Hirota Tulio was just a young man in his twenties, not an old man who was about to die, so longevity was not something he desired.

Besides, there may be monsters and other dangers lurking on Penglai Island.

Hirota Tulio looked embarrassed and was racking his brains to find a suitable excuse to shirk the responsibility.

Yuhuo saw his expression and immediately understood. A trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and he said with self-pity:

"That's right. You have family and friends outside. How can you stay on this island?"

"what--"

Hirota Tulio scratched his head in embarrassment.

Nothing unexpected happened along the way, and while they were talking, they finally arrived at the entrance of the village.

There was a bonfire on each side of the village gate, and several militiamen were guarding it.

"Let's stop here. It's not good for the villagers to see me. This is also within the barrier. Monsters will never be able to get in."

Yuhuo took one last look at them and disappeared into the darkness.

"And if you want to leave, you must find the witch as soon as possible. If you stay on Penglai Island for more than twelve hours, you will never be able to leave again."

Chapter 271 Chapter 272 The Temptation of Going Home

"Strangers, don't you consider staying on Penglai Island? I can make the decision and let you stay in the village. Forget about that Kunlun slave."

The next morning, in a fairly spacious mud-brick house, Hirota Tulio and his group were being entertained by the old village chief.

After arriving at the village last night, the militia notified the old village chief. When the old village chief arrived, he let them go without making things difficult for them.

The village was a small country with few inhabitants, few outsiders, and naturally no inns or hotels. Fortunately, the old village chief's residence was also used as a place for public discussions in the village, and there was enough space for several people to sleep on the floor.

They work from sunrise to sunset and rest from sunset to sunrise. As soon as it was dawn, the old village chief asked his granddaughter to prepare breakfast for them.

The main course was a bowl of brown rice, a grilled fish, a few slices of salted radish and a bowl of wild vegetable, tofu and miso soup.

After running around for a long time, Hirota Tulio and the others were very hungry and ate voraciously.

"Tulio, what is the old man talking about?"

The black man Antonio no longer disliked the strange taste of miso. He grabbed the rice with his hands, drank the wild vegetable, tofu and miso soup in big gulps, and asked vaguely.

"Well, the old village chief asked us if we wanted to stay. He also said that you are very strong and must be suitable for farm work."

Hirota Tulio showed some embarrassment on his face and said something casually.

"Of course I am a good worker."

Black Antonio grinned, a smile that was pure and innocent.

"Thank you for your hospitality, old village chief. It tastes delicious."

After the village chief's granddaughter had cleared the dishes, Hirota Tulio clasped his hands together and thanked her politely.

"It's nothing, just an ordinary three meals a day in the village. Thanks to the blessing of the witch, the weather is good and the crops are abundant."

The old village chief twirled his beard complacently and said with a smile:

"If it's not enough, I'll have someone cook another pot of rice for you. When I was young, there was also a foreigner in the village. He said that you can only eat rice during festivals outside the island, right?"

"You are so polite. I won't bother you."

Hirota Tulio declined with a smile on his face. This breakfast was just so-so for modern people. If they were not extremely hungry, they would not eat it so deliciously.

"Old village chief, you said there are other visitors from outside the island in the village. Where is he now? Can we meet him?" someone asked impatiently.

The old village chief blinked his eyes, revealing a nostalgic look. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "It was a long, long time ago. That person died two hundred years ago."

"Did something unexpected happen?" the long-haired woman interrupted.

"He died of old age."

The old village chief looked at her in surprise and said, "Before I was born, that outsider had lived in the village for more than a hundred years."

"That's right."

So was the last foreigner a person from the Edo period?

Hirota Tulio and the others looked at each other. Although they had heard about it from Miss Yuhuo, they couldn't hide the amazement in their eyes.

Ordinary people who come to Penglai can easily live to over 100 years old.

It truly is the legendary paradise and overseas fairy mountain!

"So, do you want to stay in the village? It's better to make a decision as soon as possible."

The old village chief asked again.

Hirota Tulio turned around and talked quietly with the other four people for a while. Except for the foreign woman who was somewhat interested, the others did not hesitate for too long.

Although one may be able to live dozens or even hundreds of years longer on Penglai Island, the village's productivity is more developed than in medieval society and people have no worries about food and clothing. However, this medieval society, which lacks the convenience of modern civilization and where men farm and women weave, is much less attractive to modern people.

They are not the common people in the Edo period who can only rely on radish to fill their stomachs all year round and are satisfied just by eating rice.

Especially Hirota Tulio's group are all young people in their twenties and thirties, and they are not alone.

Perhaps they will regret missing this opportunity only when they are old and lying on a hospital bed.

"Is that so? What a pity. But it is wise to make a decision early." The old village chief sighed and said nothing more.

"Village Chief, I heard that if outsiders come to Penglai for more than twelve hours, they can never go back, is that right?"

The young man asked coldly.

"It seems to be the case, but it has been so long since a stranger came here. If you hadn't mentioned it, I really wouldn't have remembered it."

The old village chief slapped his head, as if something suddenly occurred to him.

"The location of Penglai Island is constantly changing, and it is not connected to the outside world. Even if you go out to sea by boat, you can only circle around the waters near Penglai Island. Only the witch can enter and exit freely."

"Old village chief, please take us to find the witch immediately."

Hirota Tulio looked at his watch and calculated the time they would disembark from the ferry. It would be less than 10 hours before a full day. He could not help but urge them on anxiously.

"The miko doesn't live in the village."

Hirota Tulio was stunned.

The old village chief walked out of the gate briskly with a cane and came to the entrance of the village. Hirota Tulio and his group followed closely behind him.

The old village chief pointed with his walking stick at the endless primeval forest in the distance, and a mountain surrounded by spiritual mist, the most beautiful and majestic mountain among the mountains.

"The miko usually practices on the highest mountain in the center of Penglai, and only comes to the village occasionally."

The old village chief said slowly.