Chapter 189 Not Too Big a Deal

The day after the shrine burning incident.

A certain apartment.

A-Xuan was diligently changing the bandages on Wei Yuan's wounds.

Fighting against many opponents, Wei Yuan was strong because of his profound Taoism, strong because of the Taiping Essentials personally taught by Zhang Jiao, and some of the supernatural powers incorporated into the later Tiangang Disha methods. However, his physical strength was not strong enough to be overwhelming.

Whether it was using supernatural powers beyond the body's load or the injuries from the backlash of his own strength when using fighting techniques, all of it erupted in the end.

The action of force is mutual, and cultivators must also follow basic laws.

During the battle, he was naturally carefree and full of energy, not paying attention. But after the fight, Wei Yuan realized that he had many injuries, all of which he had inflicted on himself. He didn't care at first, but A-Xuan still bandaged him up properly.

He even found some herbs from somewhere and concocted a medicinal paste.

Finally, A-Xuan let Wei Yuan lie on the sofa.

He poured him a cup of tea, handed him a newspaper, and turned on the TV.

He placed a plate of Sakura Island senbei sprinkled with chili powder next to Wei Yuan and said:

"Curator Wei, please rest here for a while."

The young Daoist also turned on the air conditioner and smiled gently:

"I'll be out for a bit."

Wei Yuan nodded, munching on a snack.

The young Daoist smiled and turned to leave, walking barefoot down the corridor. Finally, A-Xuan stood at the farthest point from Wei Yuan, took out his phone, and dialed a familiar number. After a while, the call was connected.

"Hello, A-Xuan, wha..."

"Senior Brother!!!"

The previously calm and composed young Daoist took a deep breath, his shoulders slumped down, like a student who had messed things up and was looking for his parents, his face mournful as he said:

"Only four days left, what should I do?!"

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"Calm down, calm down."

Zhang Ruosu was in a very good mood, humming a little tune, with a cup of tea next to him. His eyes were focused on the computer screen as he typed on the keyboard, casually comforting his junior brother:

"What happened again? Maintain composure in the face of important events."

"Take it slow and tell me."

The old man's voice calmed A-Xuan down. He said, "Senior Brother, haven't you seen it?"

"Curator Wei, Curator Wei has gone to Tokyo."

"Yes, Tokyo, it's a good place."

"It's a good place, no, I mean, Curator Wei took me around, and then went to the Yasukuni Shrine and burned it down with a single fire. Not only that, but he also fought with the onmyoji of Tokyo, cutting them down one by one with a wooden sword."

"The commotion was too big, Senior Brother, I couldn't stop him..."

A-Xuan's tone was full of self-reproach.

He heard the sound of keyboard typing stop on the other end.

The young Daoist held his breath, like a child who had failed an exam.

Then, he heard the old Daoist's voice:

"That's it?"

A-Xuan was stunned.

Then he stammered, "Senior Brother, the commotion, didn't you say the commotion was too big..."

Zhang Ruosu said with a smile, "Oh, Senior Brother did tell you to watch him and not let him cause too much trouble, but this commotion isn't too big, it's quite reasonable."

Huh??!

Not too big?

A-Xuan was stunned, then suddenly felt a chill down his spine. If this wasn't considered big, then what kind of major commotion would give Senior Brother a headache? Even though Senior Brother was comforting him, the young Daoist felt even heavier in his heart, a chill rising from his back, a true sense of wanting to cry but having no tears.

Zhang Ruosu asked, "You said he stopped the onmyo agency alone."

"What did you do then?"

A-Xuan honestly said, "I couldn't stop Curator Wei."

"I originally wanted to help, but Curator Wei wouldn't let me. In the end, I had to retreat, go around in a circle, and reunite with Curator Wei, then ran away in the chaos."

"I see, that's a bit of a pity."

There was a hint of regret in the voice on the phone. Zhang Ruosu took a sip of tea and said, "It's a pity you didn't casually add a Five Thunder spell. Wind, fire, and thunder, only wind and fire, no thunder, it always feels like something's missing..."

The old voice faintly carried a hint of eagerness.

The young Daoist was dumbfounded.

Zhang Ruosu suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "Oh right, if there are onmyoji from the Kamo family, just make a gesture as if you're about to release the Divine Firmament Lightning, and they won't make things difficult for you."

"Really?"

"Of course, it's true."

Zhang Ruosu said with a smile, "Senior Brother has already made arrangements for you."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Ruosu put the phone aside. The computer screen showed the scene of the shrine burning. He slowly drank his tea, but the cup was not filled with clear tea, but with strong liquor, burning his throat. He took a sip, his expression nostalgic.

But he hadn't even had a few sips.

When he heard the sound of footsteps, a Daoist with white hair and beard rushed over angrily, looked around, and shouted, "I smelled the alcohol a long time ago, who is it, which restless little bull-nose dared to bring alcohol back to the mountain?"

"Achoo, what kind of wine is this, the smell is so strong?"

He saw the old Celestial Master sitting upright and said, "Celestial Master Uncle."

"Have you seen any disciples bringing alcohol back?"

Zhang Ruosu raised his teacup without changing his expression:

"I don't know."

He focused his eyes and mind:

"The old Daoist is drinking tea."

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Wei Yuan was bored watching TV.

He could only understand a small part of what those people were saying.

But luckily, a considerable part of the characters in Sakura Island's writing belonged to the writing of the Divine Continent.

So, by guessing and looking, he could barely manage to understand it.

It had been more than twenty hours since the shrine was burned.

And because there were many witnesses.

This matter could no longer be suppressed. The onmyo agency and the Metropolitan Police Department of Sakura Island made a relevant response to this matter. The person in charge of the Metropolitan Police Department and the head of the onmyo agency in solemn kimonos made a sincere and serious apology in public.

"This matter is because the shrine was not well maintained, which led to the aging of the circuits."

"Ultimately led to this kind of thing."

"We feel very, very sorry for this tragedy."

"Mr. Morikawa Masato, who was in charge of the shrine, committed seppuku in the shrine's Spiritual Tablet Hall yesterday because of grief and self-blame."

He was talking about the priest who was directly pierced through the throat by the flying knife that last day.

Then they stood up together.

Facing the cameras like guns and cannons, they placed their hands on their lower abdomen and bowed deeply.

They didn't straighten up until a long time had passed.

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Wei Yuan lost interest and turned off the TV.

The Sakura Island media's rhetoric had already turned to repairing the shrine. As for the onmyo agency's reaction, he didn't care at all. In this matter, the extraordinary world of Sakura Island could only grit their teeth and swallow their blood. From the beginning to the end, Wei Yuan did not attack ordinary people. This was a battle of the extraordinary world.

In other words, it was a larger-scale dojo challenge.

And it was broken through by one person.

This kind of thing is very simple to solve.

Either grit your teeth and accept it, or kick it back.

This shrine has a different meaning in Sakura Island.

So the places they can choose to kick back are not many, such as going to Zhongnan Taiyi Mountain to challenge Quanzhen, or the Wudang Mountain where the martial arts sect is located, the integration of Dan and Wu, and the duality of fist and sword. To be honest, even the Maoshan Shangqing sect of this era is slightly less weighty. The truly best choice is the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion.

Fight, fight back.

Wei, whose arms and shoulders were wrapped in bandages, was very happy to see this happen.

It would be best to fight against the old Daoist Zhang Ruosu.

Don't be polite.

While thinking, Wei Yuan heard footsteps and turned to see A-Xuan returning with a dazed expression. He threw him a piece of fruit, and the young Daoist subconsciously caught the orange. When he came back to his senses, his head was still like paste, and he didn't know what to say.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Did you complain to Daoist Zhang?"

The young Daoist was embarrassed.

Wei Yuan shrugged and said, "I know what he said, probably to keep an eye on me. But, you have to know, when Daoist Zhang was as old as me, he could cause even more trouble than me and you."

"As for what I did, he agrees."

A-Xuan didn't believe it.

Wei Yuan picked up his teacup and took a sip, saying:

"Ask you two questions."

"When did the pirates, mixed with various countries, invade my Divine Continent?"

A-Xuan said, "More than a hundred years ago, right?"

"So, how old is Daoist Zhang this year?"

"One hundred and four..."

The young Daoist was stunned and couldn't continue. Wei Yuan said, "He learned and succeeded at a young age, carried his sword down the mountain, and then fought north and south, went east to Sakura Island, looked around the world, and walked through this world with his Taoism, and fought against the inheritances and schools of this world."

"Guess, why did he do this?"

Wei Yuan said:

"He gave me that gourd of wine yesterday."

Pausing, Wei Yuan sighed and said:

"I think, when Daoist Zhang carried his sword down the mountain, he was probably as old as you."

When a sharp sword stirred up bullets, he was just a young Daoist in cloth clothes.

When he returned after surviving countless dangers, he was already middle-aged.

He was given the surname Zhang.

Named Ruosu.

But it was not the Ruosu of *anzhi ruosu* (remaining calm amidst chaos) that others thought.

But the Ruosu of "thousands of cavalry follow the wind, tens of thousands of cavalry are like dragons soaring, the sword energy is like plain silk, the crimson banner emits vermillion light."

On Dragon Tiger Mountain, the old Celestial Master waited until his nephew left before carefully putting down his teacup, cautiously poking his head out, looking left and right, and then breathed a sigh of relief, supporting his chest, and lifting the spell that sealed the mouth of the cup. The old Daoist sipped the strong liquor, couldn't help but squint his eyes, and said with a smile:

"What fine wine."

ps: Today's first update…………

The subsequent chapters are really difficult to deal with, I will try to get the second chapter out as soon as possible, thank you Zhang Erhe for the 20,000 reward~