I don’t know what the Onmyoji and others do, nor do I know what kind of existence the evil corpse is for them. I just asked him: “How do you confirm that the thing is an evil ghost? What’s your name?”

He said: "Ashiya Kurakuya, my name is Ashiya Kurakuya. This kind of evil ghost is called Rakshasa ghost in Buddhism. In our Yamato history, one appeared in Honno Temple. Later, it was suppressed by the ancestors of our Ashiya family. I have seen that Rakshasa ghost, which is exactly the same as the Rakshasa ghost here."

I asked him again: "Do you know how the witch Ma died? How did you and her know each other?"

Ashiya Kurakama thought for a while and said, "She used her life's magic power to limit the evil spirit's actions and let me guard here. After she exhausted her magic power, she went crazy. She was actually a Japanese. She was an orphan abandoned in Yunnan by her father during the Sino-Japanese War..."

I couldn't help but interrupt him: "I'll remind you that it was not the Sino-Japanese War, but the Japanese war of aggression against China."

After hearing what I said, he actually smiled shamelessly and jumped away from the topic: "Monkey Ma is my best friend, I am a friend of China, and I hope that we can also become friends."

This person has always given me a sarcastic feeling, which is difficult to trust.

I frowned: "I've read your notebook, and you seem to be studying the yin energy here."

He nodded to me politely: "Yes, the evil ghosts here are very precious research objects to me. But I didn't expect that the evil ghosts we have no way to defeat are very easy for you to deal with, which is beyond my imagination. Since I have said this, I have a reluctant request."

I patted the dust stuck to my cuffs, and walked straight down the mountain without paying attention to him.

But he chased me all the way and said, "I hope you can travel to the east to teach. Our Onmyoji also needs to know how to defeat evil spirits. As long as you are willing to travel to the east, I can arrange your food and accommodation, and in addition, you can get a considerable reward."

I was too lazy to pay attention to him. He probably saw that I was not very interested and added: "In addition, we will also use some Yin-Yang techniques as exchange. Although I am not good at learning skills, our Yin-Yang techniques, I think, are still very valuable to you..."

I couldn't listen and interrupted him again: "Your Onmyoji originated from China, and your skills are just an extension of our Yin-Yang theory. Exchange? What are you good to exchange with me?"

He smiled and said to me, "Don't be so hostile to me. We Onmyoji hope to develop. I think so do you. We need communication, and only communication can develop."

Although he still had a smile on his face, I could feel that he had become a little excited now. After saying something, his language was organized a little messy.

I stopped, squinted at him, and said, "You are right. If you want to develop, you have to communicate."

Hearing my first half of the words, the expression on his face relaxed, and his smile became a little more real than before.

But I haven't finished saying it yet: "But it depends on who you communicate with. You are not completely without advantages. I admit that you have strong learning ability. From ancient times to the present, you are all very good at absorbing the advantages of others. What kind of communication do you ask me to travel east to do? Isn't it just to use my deception? When I am strong, you will probably regard me as the Zong family and be my branch obediently. But if one day I get into trouble, you will not only not help me, but also put in trouble. If you may also call yourself authentic, and you will want to strangle me to death."

At this time, the smile on Ashiya Kurakata's face had completely froze, but he still forced a smile and said, "You have thought too badly of us when you say this. We are not what you imagined."

I ignored him and continued to say, "I have never imagined anything. You were like that. Look at your domestic history of Japan and your world history. Since your founding of the country more than a thousand years ago, you have been repeating such historical facts, repeating from generation to generation. Sometimes I doubt that this is your nature?"

Actually, I don’t know the history of Japan. The above words were told by my master. I just passed on the words of Master to Ashiya Kurakata intact.

Moreover, the master's words seemed to have a magical power. The more I said, the more angry I felt, and I wished I could take out the green steel sword to chop off the Ashiya Kurakura Kama.

Fortunately, I still held it back.

He was stunned by my words until I was almost halfway up the mountain when he followed him trotted and kept talking.

He was like a mung bean fly in midsummer, flying around in my ears, making me very upset.

I thought that as long as I ignored him, he would leave after a while, but he didn't expect that he would follow me to the foot of the mountain, but he still stuck to me. I was so annoyed by him that I pulled out the green steel sword and put it on his neck.

He was startled by my sudden actions, looked at the Qinggang Sword on his neck, and then looked at me, making an incomprehensible expression.

I slid my sword body and said to him, "Follow me again, I will chop you up and feed you to the dog."

He opened his mouth, but his eyes fell on the extremely sharp blade of the Qinggang Sword, and he still couldn't speak.

I took the Qinggang Sword, glanced at him with my own eyes, then quickly went down the mountain and entered the village.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw Liu Shangang squatting next to the entrance of the village, smoking alone. He saw me coming from afar, threw the cigarette away and smiled at me silly.

I glanced at the cigarette butts he threw aside and asked him with some reproach: "Why are you smoking again?"

Liu Shangang didn't reply to me, just asked, "How are you talking to that Yin Master?"

I shook my head: "This guy is running the train all over, but he has no truth. He is also shouting that he wants to invite me to give lectures in Japan. I don't know what he wants."

Liu Shangang grinned: "Is that guy called Ashiya Kurakura?

Seeing me nodding, Liu Shangang continued, "I asked Lao Bao to check him just now. There is such a person in the Onmyoji industry, and he seems to be very famous. He came to China four years ago and had a conflict with the corpse-driver lineage. The witch Ma was named Ma Xiaohua, an abandoned baby who stayed in Yunnan during the Anti-Japanese War. Later, she was adopted by the Xiangxi Lao Si. The reason why she learned some things from the corpse-driver lineage was probably because she learned secretly from the Lao Si. Moreover, Ma Xiaohua had had contacts with Onmyoji decades ago, especially when the Japanese surrendered, the two years after the Japanese surrendered, and her contact with Onmyoji seemed extremely close."

Listening to Liu Shangang's words, this witch named Ma might be a Japanese spy.

I didn't speak throughout the whole process and kept staring at Liu Shangang.

After Liu Shangang finished speaking, he looked at me for a while, but he became a little cowardly after not holding on for a few seconds. He asked me timidly: "Brother Dao, why do you look at me like this? It's so terrible."

I raised my eyebrows: "Scared? Just look at you, what about you to do to bury me like this?"

Liu Shangang said: "No, your eyes are exactly the same as Grandpa Chai. It's really awesome to wake up. Damn, after saying this, I realized that you are becoming more and more similar to your master. I'm not talking about your appearance, I say temperament, you both have the same expression when you look at people..."

I immediately interrupted him: "Don't talk to me, is Liang Houzai the only one collecting evil corpses now? Did you run here and sneak up?"

"You can't say that," Liu Shangang retorted: "You say this, it seems like I'm unfaithful. Am I not this? Are you helping you investigate the Onmyoji? How can you be lazy?"

I glanced at him, didn't say anything, and walked around him and walked into the village.

When I passed by a corner, I deliberately turned my head and looked at Tuyama in the east of the village. From a distance, I saw Ashiya Kurakura Kama standing at the door of the house, as if I was also looking at us from afar.

I don’t know why, but from the first time I saw this person, I always thought he had something wrong with him.

When Liu Shangang and I came to the village, we found that the evil corpses were being excavated. In addition to Liang Houzai, there were also several strong villagers. These villagers dug up the soil, stretched out their hands, and dragged purple zombies out of the ground, without any timidity.

Thinking about it, these villagers have lived in the village for so many years, and they have traveled every night, and they are no longer afraid of seeing each other when they see them too much.

But speaking of this, this village is really remote, and people outside cannot enter, and rumors of zombies in the village are not easy to spread.

Oh, by the way, in the eyes of these villagers, the village is not making a zombie, but the God of Joy.

Several villagers often lie on the window when the corpse appears, and have long recorded the location of each cave of Zizaku.

With the help of these people, we dug out all the purple zombies before the sky was cloudy.

Liang Houzai directed the villagers to pile all these purple zombies in the loess ditch outside the village. I stepped on a set of stairs on the mountains near the ravines. After that, the stench of corpses in the ravines turned into rotten stench, and the pungent smell immediately covered most of the village.

And as we dealt with these zombies, I noticed that Ashiya Kurakata had been standing in the distance, secretly watching us.

What exactly does this guy want to do?

At noon, the sun had just risen to the highest point of the day. Soon after, a large cloud floated above the village. After a few drops of rain fell, a heavy rain immediately covered the entire loess slope.

Before it rained, Liang Houzai and I drove the donkey cart and transported the fir coffin back to Zhang's house.

As soon as he entered the yard, Old Man Zhang pointed to the seven-star begonia on the coffin and asked me: "What a good coffin, why did it be like this?"

I have no nerve to answer.

Because it was raining, Old Man Zhang's house did not open fire at noon. The old couple took out some of the pancakes they had saved before, and with us, they made some simple things with the pickled pickles they had picked up.

I drank the well water here for more than one day. After getting used to it, the sour taste in the water disappeared, and there was a hint of sweetness.

After dinner, the three of us moved a stool and sat at the door of the house watching the heavy rain in a daze. Old Man Zhang cut watermelons, and dozens of bright red and green melon petals were placed on the low table beside us.
Chapter completed!