The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

Miyamoto Rokuzo's expression remained unchanged and he quickly organized his words.

"The strength of our ninjas and rogues in the Sakura region comes from their hard work day after day, year after year, and has nothing to do with ghosts and gods.

"Our onmyoji and shrine maidens serve many gods and have many schools. They cannot be generalized."

Bai Mo's expression was cold and he didn't say much.

Miyamoto Rokuzo stopped talking about this issue, instead smiled and started talking randomly.

"...We have long heard that the brain-protecting nasal suction bottles, rattan silk healing patches, and traitorous wine developed in the Kyushu region all have miraculous effects..."

With his compliments, Commissioner Gu Lin and others all beamed with joy and followed him.

While blowing, he talked about how the Miyamoto family where he lived had the inheritance of the Yami lineage of onmyojis.

When talking about this inheritance, Miyamoto Rokuzo held his head high and was very proud.

"The Yamata lineage came into the world in troubled times and emerged in prosperous times, guarding the Sakura area for nearly a thousand years.

“Many people think that Yamata-no-Orochi is Japan’s great demon and a terrifying ghost.

“But this is spreading rumors and is a wrong statement.

"The Yamata-no-Orochi has always been a symbol of mystery, power and nobility.

"Yama no Orochi, native to Kyushu, is the younger brother of Xiangliu, the sacred beast of mountains and seas!"

Yamata no Orochi?

Xiang Liu’s younger brother?

Just because they are both snakes, Xiangliu has nine heads and Baqi has eight heads, can we say that Baqi is Xiangliu's younger brother?

Bai Mo had a strange expression.

Commissioner Gu Lin almost spit out the tea in his mouth. He swallowed hard and coughed several times, but he really couldn't stop himself.

Miyamoto Rokuzo What does this mean?

To replace the myth?

Dislike the bad reputation of Yamata no Orochi, and give the Yamata lineage a better-sounding and cleaner ancestor?

Miyamoto Rokuzo talked eloquently without blushing.

“This is not empty talk.

“I have loved reading family books since I was a child, and I once saw records about the ancestral family of the Baqi lineage in yellowed ancient books.

"The Yamata-no-Orochi is originally the divine beast of mountains and seas, Xiangliu, the guardian deity sent to the human world!

“This is recorded in stone tablets in the ancestral court.

"Later, when Kyushu became stable and the Yamata-no-Orochi had no place to fight, it headed east to the cherry blossom area to protect the safety of the cherry blossoms.

“And that ancestral court is in Xizhou.

"In the Xiling Mountains, on Niubi Mountain, there is Qinglongpan Temple.

"The most important purpose of our visit this time is to return to the ancestral home and visit the ancestral home!"

Bai Mo felt dizzy after hearing this.

Subconsciously he glanced at Commissioner Gu Lin, but saw that Commissioner Gu Lin's mobile phone screen had already searched for relevant information. He pushed the phone from the desktop to Bai Mo, and let Bai Mo take a glance.

After this glance, Bai Mo became even more confused...

Qinglongpan Temple is indeed an ancient temple with a history of six to seven hundred years.

But this ancient temple is located in the mountains and is too remote. Except for people from the ancient building protection department who occasionally visit, no one goes there.

After all, there are many historic sites in Xizhou, and some are more beautiful, more fun, and older. That ruined temple cannot be ranked in any calculation.

There is indeed a mural in the ruined temple, in which a big snake with eight heads falls from the sky.

But...coincidentally...the houses, walls, stone steps, and wells in the temple were all left over six or seven hundred years ago, and they are all real ancient buildings. The only stone wall with murals was carved by stonemason twenty years ago when trying to develop tourism resources.

The original plan was to carve the Hydra and the Willow...but the stone material was too poor and the mason was a novice. His hands trembled and the carving was destroyed. In the end, he could only carve eight heads. Anyway, the development of tourism resources failed, and no one cared about Xiang Liu, who was missing a head. He just left it there. After years of severe cold and heat, and exposure to wind and sun, it is now dilapidated, with blurred outlines and covered with mud. The sand is covered with moss. Even the head that was carved and destroyed back then has no trace at all.

Then I saw Miyamoto Rokuzo taking out a few photos with a look of sadness on his face.

"This is a yellowed ancient book in my home. It clearly records that the ancestral home is outside Xizhou, at Niubi Mountain and Qinglongpan Temple.

“And this Qinglongpan Temple is an ancient temple that existed about a thousand years ago.

"Looking at this photo, it is a moment in the temple. It is a stone wall that has been washed away for thousands of years. You can see that its outline is blurred, covered with sand, and moss has grown on it, but you can still see that the majestic carvings on it are The awe-inspiring, majestic Yamata no Orochi!"

Miyamoto Rokuzo cried in tears, his face filled with the emotion of finding his ancestral home and returning fallen leaves to their roots.

His followers quickly stood up and distributed printed materials to the reporters, allowing them to read ancient books and photos of Qinglongpan Temple.

Bai Mo and the others next to him all held back their laughter and tried their best not to laugh out loud.

In order to support the founder of Yamata no Orochi, Miyamoto Rokuzo searched all over the world. He found a snake with eight heads carved in a dilapidated temple in Xizhou, and immediately forged an ancient book, and then organized representatives Tuan, Pei Dian'er, Pei Dian'er came to recognize his ancestors and return to his clan?

Seeing Miyamoto Rokuzo's uncontrollable tears, Bai Mo and Commissioner Gu Lin tried their best to hold back their laughter.

This guy looks clean and has great acting skills. It would be a shame not to become the best actor!

Bai Mo and Commissioner Gu Lin looked at each other, and they both had a tacit understanding and did not expose Miyamoto Rokuzo.

People all over the world are affiliated with the ancestor, just to go back to the Sakura area to deceive more people...Sakura people deceiving Sakura people has nothing to do with Kyushu. They even want to go back and find the mason who carved Xiang Liu's head and carve a head for him, and protect the mason!

After the Miyamoto family's ancestral family is declared to the world and everyone knows it, I will take the mason to have a good chat with Miyamoto Rokuzo and discuss the confidentiality fee.

When the reporters got the documents distributed by Miyamoto and photographed Miyamoto's tearful eyes as he was about to return to his roots and recognize his ancestors, the conversation basically came to an end.

After wiping away his tears, Miyamoto raised his head again, revealing his snow-white and slender neck, and regained his elegant posture.

He waved his hand and the attendant immediately brought a tray.

“In any case, Kyushu is suffering from the poison of the Ancient Immortal.

“We are always willing to lend a helping hand and help Kyushu.

“In this tray is a gift from our visiting delegation to the white ink experts.

"There is a shuriken, a kunai, an invisibility charm, a detonation charm, a blank summoning scroll, and a miko's sachet.

“I hope you can accept this gift.

"We are always available to respond to your calls for assistance."

The atmosphere at the scene became weird again.

Some reporters understood the smell of gunpowder inside, raised their cameras, and started shooting!

But Bai Mo smiled and waved gently.

Whoosh!

The little chubby fox in a suit, Grape Cake, jumped on the table and held up the photo frame with his fox paws, showing it to Miyamoto Rokuzo and all the reporters.

"Ouch!"

Bai Mo explained.

"This is our gift back to Mr. Miyamoto."

The whole place was silent.

Including Miyamoto and his entourage, their eyes were attracted by the photo frame, and they were speechless and speechless.

Because there was a flower petal in the frame.

Petals of this kind once fell from the sky and fell all over Xizhou.

Many people collect them, and many people take them and make them into specimens to sell.

The larger the area, the more valuable it is for collection.

The greener the color, the higher the price.

And the piece Bai Mo gave to Miyamoto is the best.

Because it is the largest peony petal, light blue, and stained with black and red blood!

…

In the evening, people were coming and going in the dining hall of Xida, and it was noisy and lively.

Bai Mo and his apprentice Grape Cake were sitting at the dining table, munching on their meal.

Grape Cake gnawed on the fried chicken legs, with oil on the corners of his mouth, his eyes squinted, his face full of happiness.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

It was boring to eat at lunch. In order to show its dignity, it didn’t even let go and ate only 60% full!

The cafeteria is comfortable and you can eat whatever you want!

Fang Xiaoyu and Wu Qingyun next to them were both surprised when they looked at the fox while eating.

This guy ate one-third of the dishes on the table alone at lunch, and ended up eating so much at night. He was really a big eater!

Yang Zhan and Wanbo City sat beside them with Qin Mian.

Both of them looked excited.

"Expert Bai Mo, you gave me that gift in the end, hahahaha!

"Suppressed that guy Miyamoto directly.

"We have ancient immortals in Kyushu, so what? We also have bosses in Xizhou and great immortal arts!

"Just ask him if he is afraid! Hahaha!"

Everyone was chatting and then turned to Qin Mian.

"Miyamoto Rokuzo, what on earth does he want to do?

"What does it mean to come all the way here to recognize your ancestors? What's the use?"

Chu Mian sat on the chair, spoke quietly, and explained in slightly stiff Chinese.

"To raise awareness.

“In the Sakura area, various onmyoji schools, ninja schools, and temples will recruit a large number of disciples.

"The more powerful and famous a school is, the more and better disciples it can recruit."

Wanbo City and others suddenly realized.

"It turns out it's for the purpose of making a living."

Chumian suddenly covered her mouth and laughed with a "puff".

"Haha... Wanbo City classmate, you... haha... your statement is very vivid."

Wanbo City was stunned for a moment, wondering if he was really that humorous?

He blushed and giggled.

"Hehe, it does look like that."

Chu Mian looked at him deeply with her big eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Kawaii..."

After saying that, he blushed, lowered his head to eat, and stopped talking.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little strange.

Bai Mo looked deeply at Chu Mian.

Could she have set her sights on Wanbo City?

Is this possible? Picture what?

Is Tu Wanbo City the former top scorer in the college entrance examination? Tu Wanbo City is the top student in Xiancao Experimental Class? Is Tu Wanbo a great scientist in the future?

Um?

Bai Mo had a strange expression.

Normally, I feel that Wanbo City is quite good, but when I think about it, it seems that Wanbo City is also quite good and worthy of girls’ liking?

Yang Zhan was beside him, drinking a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, his face full of bitterness.

Bai Mo was about to reach out and pat his shoulder when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was Commissioner Furin who had sent a comprehensive investigation report on the Sakura area!

Covering the screen with his hand, he clicked on the report.

[...After multiple checks in secret, it has been basically confirmed that Miyamoto Rokuzo is a Sequence Seven Immortal magician. There are fifteen Sequence Eight Immortals and fifteen Sequence Nine Immortals in his group. The rest are all ordinary people and are not involved in immortals. ...]

[...In Sakura's native land, the number of ancient immortals is very rare, and the number of immortals is equally rare. But those magicians do not admit that they are involved in immortality. Instead, they use the names of ninjas, onmyojis, witches, etc. to show their extraordinary abilities and recruit a large number of ordinary people as disciples...]

oh?

Is it really a scam?

A scam that all those involved in immortality and magicians in Sakura cooperate with each other tacitly to maintain?

[...Ordinary ninjas and vagabonds in the visiting group also have very terrifying physical fitness, and their strength is equivalent to the ninth level of the Immortal Martial Arts...]

[...Their bodies are suspected to have undergone very weird surgical modifications, using body homeostasis and longevity in exchange for temporary strength...]

Surgical modification?

Which pathway specializes in surgery?

Fairy beast path!

This Bai Mo does know.

Beast masters often need to perform surgical operations on fairy beasts.

Su Yaoyao, whom he often came into contact with, was not good at surgery... But that was not a problem with the immortal beast path, that was a problem with Su Yaoyao's own incompetence.

[...ordinary mikos and onmyojis in the visiting group can also perform some small magic, and their strength is equivalent to that of a nine-sequence talisman master...]

[...Special human skin talismans are implanted inside their skulls and cerebral cortex...]

Bai Mo smacked his lips, feeling very sad.

Miyamoto and his group were staying in the hotel, and before it got dark, they had already been penetrated by the Immortal Committee from the inside out.

Even the inside of the skull was touched.

He grinned... The Immortal Committee does have something.

"But why do they want to transform ordinary people and give them power? The truth behind this scam is...

"Could it be that in the process of transforming ordinary people, something is taken away from them?"

Bai Mo didn't want to think too much.

The world is so big and he can't control it.

At this moment, when he recalled Miyamoto Rokuzo's fair and pure face, there were only two words that came to mind... Lie!

Layer upon layer, one set upon another, even lies that are so false that they make people dizzy and confused!

…

In a dream.

Miyamoto Rokuzo respectfully bent forward and presented the petal sent by Bai Mo to the ancient immortal master.

In the dilapidated palace, his ancient immortal master was wearing a mysterious black robe, a high crown, and his beard was trimmed into a beautiful long beard.

It's just that she is short in stature and has a face shaped like a monkey. She doesn't look very presentable in such a grand outfit.

Gu Xian put one hand behind his back, took the petals with the other, and looked at them for a moment.

"Well... these are the petals left behind after the Blue Flower Rain was cast.

“There’s nothing to see.

“The blood stains on it are worthless.

"Take it back and keep it yourself."

Miyamoto Rokuzo nodded quickly and took back the petals.

Gu Xian waved his hand.

"Here, help me wipe the hem of my robe.

"It's dusty again, it's so annoying!"

Miyamoto Rokuzo quickly knelt down on the ground, took out his handkerchief, and helped his master wipe the hem of his robe.

Gu Xian stood there with his hands behind his back, frowning while watching his apprentice wipe them.

"Be careful and wipe it carefully!

"This robe is very precious.

"This was given to me by the prince when I went to the White Scale Holy Land to make offerings.

“It’s really beautiful and noble!

"Ever since I got this robe, I have never been willing to take it off.

"Even when I personally destroyed the White Scale Holy Land and killed the princes, I was not willing to let this robe get stained with any blood.

"You have to be careful!

"Huh? You are so damn stupid that you wrinkled my robe!"

The ancient immortal was furious, and from the hem of his robe, a snake tail with white scales was thrown out like a whip. With a "pop" sound, it hit Miyamoto Rokuzo on the chest. Blood flew out, and he screamed and groaned, hardening him. The raw material flew out and was thrown ten meters away. It rolled several times like a gourd rolling on the ground, and finally stopped in the corner of the wall.

Done! Finish writing and call it a day!