?Faced with the words of the man's clan, Ryosaku Ueda quickly said, and then discussed the previous discussions that the victims would be organized and sent to the undisastered village to recruit villagers' houses. However, he also suggested that such an approach might damage the reputation of the master's family, but he did not expect that the man's clan agreed immediately.

"Then do it like this! At this moment, if everyone is so selfish, then even if the flood is not serious, we will be defeated. But we will also have to trouble Master Yunya." While agreeing, the man's clan letter rushed to Master Yunya's jaw on the ground and asked him to send his disciples to help persuade him. Fusang admires Buddhism and monks sometimes speak more effectively than warriors.

"My Buddha is merciful, this is my responsibility." Yun Ya raised his head slightly, bowed his body, put his hands together to express his tribute to the clan, and the man also started to return the gift.

"Where is Master Qinghai?" Shi Xin bowed to Yun Ya, then turned his head to look at the scene. Monk Qinghai sang the Lotus Sutra of Namo and stood up.

"This time, Master Qinghai is grateful for bringing his disciples from the rock mountain. He is very grateful." No matter how respectful he is to Yunya but arrogant, Shi Xin's attitude towards Qinghai is more equal. It is probably because the other party brought the monk soldiers here. As for Maitreya, Grandma Feng, Bai Che and others, he didn't even look at it.

The man's letter didn't even look at Maitreya and others, and Maitreya and others could not retreat yet, so he could only wait there and wait for him to talk to Qinghai. Fortunately, the monk Qinghai was still quite determined. He did not quickly lead the topic to retreat like the army Malu in later generations, and showed that he and others had already had a group and Yun Ya as the leader commander.

It is intentional, but it is just a very straightforward. When facing Qinghai, you should never interfere in a random manner. The man who called Shi Xin pursed his lips, but then he smiled and nodded:

"I'll trouble you all, I have a swordsman here. Please ask Master Yunya to use him together. Be sure to get rid of this monster for us. The Hojo family will not be stingy with the rewards, please." As Hojo Shin-shin said, he bowed solemnly, and everyone could only return the gifts.

Following Hojo Shi Nobu's words, a thin swordsman next to him stood up, wearing a kimono with three scales and a long and short knife inserted into his waist, bowing to everyone.

"In Sasuke Shimoto Aisu and Sarutobi Yinliu Swordsman, I will participate in the retirement this time, please give me some advice."

"Yin Liu, but Aizhou Jiutachi?" Faced with the registration of the thin swordsman, Sanren's representative swordsman Torota exclaimed.

"Haha, Sasuke is the second son of Lord Kutachi, but he has obtained the true teaching of Sarutobi's swordsmanship!" Hojo Shinobu spoke with honor, which surprised Toro, but then the Kongwu swordsman looked at Aisu Kutachi with a little eager to try, while the thin Aisu Sasuke was unmoved and his eyes were about to be determined.

"Who is Aizhou Jiuzhong?" Without moving, the car leaned towards Maitreya and raised doubts. He had never heard of Aizhou Jiuzhong's name.

"I am a newly-rise master of swordsmanship." Maitreya once stayed in the Saida Dojo, so he knew that Yinliu is a new swordsmanship school that has just risen in the past decade. Its influence has approached the older Yidaoliu and Shintoriu. It was created by Aisu Sasuke's father Aisu Kutaku. He was devoted to Sarutobi's name and seemed to have divergent influence.

Without mentioning Maitreya's explanation to Baiche, Hojo Shin-seen sat in the main seat of the house and took the small gold-sten fan of Xiao's surname. How to withdraw from the treatment, he was like presiding the meeting again. As for the original host, Ryosaku Ueda, he left without hesitation and went to arrange for the victims to take refuge with Master Yunya's disciples!

The retreat meeting for everyone continued to be held. Under the paper-enclosed oil lamp, Yun Ya was commanded by him to catch Maitreya’s proposal just now, and asked Hojo Shin-shi to send someone to explore the legends here and search for the origin of the God of the Kawaguchi River.

Although Hojo Shin-shin is a little arrogant, he is still a bit conscious of a mascot, willing to listen to professionals and quickly get someone to go and handle it.

A warrior came back, and after a while, he brought back an old farmer who was wronged and muddy and asked everyone, but unfortunately, facing a roomful of people with swords and swords, the old farmer was trembling and could not say anything. The handsome samurai Kuromaru, who was so angry that he asked about it, held the knife at his waist and wanted to kill the farmer.

"Please don't be so impulsive? Let me give it a try." Maitreya saw the sage-maru who was completely stern, and interrupted the other party's actions.

Looking at Maitreya who was making a sound, Jumaru did not put the knife on her sword, but looked at her master Shi Xin. Seeing his slight head, she let go of the hilt and stood aside.

"Uncle Baiche, do you have rice balls?" Maitreya asked Baiche, asked him for a rice ball, then walked over, handed it to the shivering old farmer, and gently said a few words to the other party, asking him if he had been to the Huzhong Shrine and had he heard of the Water God.

"I offended the God of Water. This rain is the God of Water who is punishing us with the spear in his hand." The old farmer could not bear the temptation of rice balls, held it in his arms, and told the things he could remember with a little fearful voice.

"Apart from the Spear of the Cloud, are there any other things about the water god?" Maitreya asked in a warm voice.

"Three years ago, the water god began to ask for children from the village and use arrows." The old farmer made a move.

"What else?" Maitreya could hear this. Ueda said just now that the water god used arrows as marks. The family who was shot by the arrows must hand over the children as sacrifices.

"Every child was sent to the shrine in the lake as a sacrifice, and then never came out again. By the way, I heard that some people saw a snake in the river when they were fishing, carrying catfish and crabs. Another time, I heard that some people saw a snake flying out of the shrine in the lake and swallowing the moon."

The old farmer gradually opened up the conversation in the warm room, and all kinds of news came out, causing the mage Yunya next to him to ponder. The mage finally couldn't help but speak:

"Have anyone seen the Water God with their own eyes?"

"No, no one has seen the God of Water, and all those who have seen the God of Water are dead. By the way, there are warriors and witches holding sacrifices on the lakeside. I heard that the witches were taken away." The old farmer's expression became frightened, and gradually couldn't ask anything. He was taken away by the warrior, and the house fell into silence.

The night wind blew, the lights in the house swayed, the shadows crawled, and another thunder sounded outside the house, making everyone in the house, even Maitreya, unable to help but calm down. However, suddenly, his eyes found a nearly transparent figure in the corner of the house.

Alassment! Maitreya began to think that he had read it wrong, but when he opened his eyes and wiped out the color and visually, he found that he had read it wrong. He was really a bald man with red skin and different skins, and he integrated into the environment like a chameleon. The other party was passing behind Sasuke Aisu and quietly approaching the Hojo Shin-shi where the owner was sitting in the house.
Chapter completed!