"Demon, Demon power consumption is too large?" yuzao''s sentence contained too much information. Even he and Ma were stunned for half a beat before they reacted. "Wait, do you mean that sunny and rainy days are monsters!?"

    "Well, in fact, there are many kinds of monsters." the big monster fox narrowed his eyes and dragged his tone like deliberately adjusting everyone''s appetite.

    "Generally speaking, non-human beings evolved from birds and animals are ''demons''. For example, the smelly catfish is a miscellaneous fish among demons. Unlike demons, elves developed from stone and wood objects are'' demons'', which is the case when it is sunny and rainy."

    "Sounds reasonable, but can Japanese knives become monsters?"

    "Of course, you know ''mourning God''? Artifacts that have been used for many years will be endowed with spirituality, and then become spirits that can jump and jump. Sometimes sunny rain is such monsters." yuzao pointed out the names often heard in Japanese folk customs and looked at and horses with a smile. "But it''s really rare for weapons to become attached to God. Do you know why?"

    "... don''t know?" he ma thought and found that he didn''t have a clue, so he simply shook his head.

    "It''s very simple. Only when objects are used for many years can they have the opportunity to become attached to the spirit of mourning. However, for weapons, the more often they are used, the more vulnerable they are to damage. As a result, most of the time, they have been returned to the furnace for re refining due to serious damage without waiting for spiritual awakening, and then there is no more..." yuzao said, spreading her hands.

    "I see..." and Ma nodded thoughtfully. Although Japanese Dao is famous for its sharpness, it is also surprisingly fragile. If you really want to fight on the battlefield, it''s normal to cut off several knives in a battle.

    Therefore, when the ancient Japanese samurai went to battle to kill the enemy, they even had attendants to help him carry a dozen preparatory knives on his back. With such a loss rate, it is really difficult for Japanese Dao to evolve into a mourning spirit.

    "But there are a lot of historical weapons? For example, there are many famous knives and famous armor in the Tokyo Museum. Shouldn''t those also be attached to the God of mourning?" chiyoko raised his hand to ask, which is probably also people''s doubt.

    "Put it on the glass display cabinet spotlessly, and you can''t even touch the popularity all year round. Even if such objects are kept for a long time, they are just mortals, and it''s impossible to awaken the wisdom." yuzao waved her hand disapprovingly and squinted at the Japanese knife in her eyes. "Only through years of training like intermittent sunny rain, and then lucky enough to survive, can it have the opportunity to evolve into a mourning God... From the description of Qingliu, its original category may not be low? It is only that after modern times, the mysterious side of Datong has declined sharply. Like this time, I''m afraid it can exert that power in an ever gloomy place?"

    "... that is to say, what Qingliu said is true? Cross the sky to defend the sword, and the sword entangles Lei Guang?" chiyoko cautiously confirmed.

    "Of course." yuzao nodded with a smile.

    "Er, if the real body of sunny rain at the break is attached to the God of mourning, that is to say..." he ma turned his head to a corner of the dojo, looked eagerly at the sword frame placed with authentic and village rain, and his face was filled with childlike thirst.

    "It''s different. It''s fundamentally different from the intermittent sunny rain awakened the day after tomorrow. Authentic and village rain have spirit when they are created. Do you feel the difference when you use them?" yuzao shook her head with a bitter smile and cruelly cut off her thoughts with Ma. "Besides, there are few mourning gods attached to Japanese Dao, and the mourning gods also have their own characteristics. Even if you can find other mourning gods attached to Japanese Dao, it may not be able to use it like sunny rain at break!"

    "But, that''s the imperial sword in the air!? the legendary sword technique! If you can find a way to reproduce it..." he and the horse''s eyes lit up.

    The art of defending the sword and flying the sword can be described as the research romance of swordsmen. Although the world before crossing only exists in the fantasy in Xianxia novels, there may be a chance to realize it in this dimension of mystery and science!?

    "Qingliu, Qingliu, shall I exchange the authentic for your break? Otherwise, Murakami will do!" and Ma Yanqin looked at Qingliu.

    "Don''t change!" Qingliu tightly hugged the broken sunny rain and looked like "if you want to move, the broken sunny rain will cross over my body".

    "It should like you very much. It costs a lot to protect you. It probably needs to recover for a long time..." picked up yuzao of Mai tea, looked at the loving swordsman and the mourning sword with gentle eyes, and then shook his head to withdraw his opinion. "No, it may not take long."

    "Eh? Why is this?" he and the horse scratched their heads and reluctantly took Nian back from the sword art.

    "... I have to ask you, my master." yuzao looked up at he ma, with a bitter smile on her mouth. "Since ancient times, the place of Chang''an has been the territory of monsters. Few ordinary people can be safe after entering. As for those who have the strength to break through Chang''an and fight against landlords and gods, almost all are heroes and celebrities who have left history... Or should I congratulate you first, great swordsman? Now, beyond the extreme Road, even the legend of the ''dragon of Kanto'' has been left on the mysterious side."

    "Er..." and the horse scratched their cheeks. Yuzao''s words seem to be praise from the content, but the tone is totally different.

    "Sorry, I''m not blaming you either." yuzao shook her head and slowed down her tone when she seemed to realize that she had gone too far.

    "It''s a great thing for swordsmen who are determined to eliminate demons and defend Taoism. It''s just... Why do you directly move such a noble God body back for use in the ashram?"

    "Well, I thought I couldn''t just leave it on the side of the road, so I had to move it back first... Isn''t it appropriate?" and a cold sweat broke out in front of Ma''s forehead.

    At that time, he moved the Tibetan statue back to the dojo without thinking. Now looking back, it is really difficult to be called a rational judgment. However, after all, the Buddha statue moved back should not have any bad impact.

    "It''s not a question of fit." yuzao frowned, as if thinking about how to explain better, and said again in a moment. "Tongsheng Taoist temple was originally an ancient building with a long history, and this cherry tree has a very profound origin with this place. Even I, the big monster, live in the Taoist temple. In this case, I worship an ordinary and gloomy Tibetan God... Do you know what this will bring about by gathering so many origins?"

    "Well, what will it bring?" and Ma Moming became nervous.

    "This Tongsheng Taoist temple has probably been separated from the society ruled by the law of civilization. It can be regarded as a place of constant gloom."

    "Yeah?" really? Isn''t the land of constant darkness a rarer block than uranium 235?

    In the face of the surprised sight from all the people, yuzao didn''t explain any more. Instead, she picked up the wine prepared for the banquet, took a sip, and then looked up and spewed out a flame.

    The flame is an evil fox fire with blue and white flame. It does not dissipate after being ejected from the mouth of yuzao. Instead, it hangs in the air like a balloon. It gets bigger and bigger, and expands to a point larger than the tea table on the ground in a few seconds.

    The blue flame fire ball sent out terrible heat that almost stung the skin in mid air, causing bursts of exclamation.

    Just when he and Ma wanted to call the fox to converge a little, a crisp clap of hands rang out. They saw that the blue flame fireball suddenly collapsed, and in a moment it turned into countless flaming butterflies dancing, gorgeous and gorgeous, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

    "Good, beautiful! See you for the first time!"

    "This is magic? It''s amazing!"

    People have never seen such a strange scene. It took a long time to react and clap their hands.

    "That''s the case..." and Ma moaned out. It was also the first time he saw the fox at home using such magnificent magic, and it was still in the prosperous urban area of Tokyo.

    The progress of scientific and technological civilization has greatly weakened the power of the mysterious side, and yuzao''s ability to use such magic in the busy market is enough to show that the law governing this Taoist field has changed.

    "Didn''t you notice anything?" yuzao seemed to look at him in surprise. "The moment I stepped into the dojo, the hair on the tip of my tail stood up."

    "Er..." he scratched his head with Ma and recalled that the atmosphere of the dojo had indeed changed significantly after the ground Tibetan image was put on before, but he didn''t expect that it would become a dark place. "I try to figure out what the Bodhisattva means. It seems that I like our Taoist temple very much and say that I will shelter here... Or something in the future."

    Of course, what he said to Ma was not heard by himself, but closer to some kind of natural feeling, which was similar to the experience of hearing the shaking of a tin stick in a dark place.

    "There''s still such a thing... Alas, is it worthy of being the man I like?" now even yuzao couldn''t speak, silently picked up wheat tea and drank it.

    Even if the big demon fox is like this, people naturally have nothing else to say.

    From catfish essence to Chang''an to Tibetan Bodhisattva, I heard too many hidden mysteries on the mysterious side today. Even Qingliu of the witness fell into a state of dyspepsia for the time being and learned to drink tea with yuzao holding a tea cup. Other people also learned something. Tongsheng Taoist temple was quiet for a time, and the fallen leaves could be heard.

    "... Er, no!" when the people were silent and digested, chiyoko suddenly noticed what kind of exclamation, which startled the people. "Well, is the place of constant gloom a favorite place for monsters? Our Taoist field has become a place of constant gloom, that is... Er, is it difficult, there will be many monsters and ghosts coming together in the future!?"

    "What!? ouch!"

    Chiyoko''s words made Qingliu jump up, but it was too fierce. He accidentally hit the table and immediately gave a painful cry.

    But ignoring these, Qingliu and chiyoko looked at he Ma with tears, as if they wanted to get some guarantee from him.

    However, he ma himself knows a little about the mysterious side, as long as he throws the problem to the experts at home.

    "Well, in fact, I''d like to see if anyone who doesn''t have eyes dares to come to my house to make trouble. After all, the last meat was cooked many years ago." yuzao''s eyes were filled with golden demon awn, and put down the tea cup. The great demon fox, which has lived for a long time, can be called the existence at the top of the pyramid on the mysterious side. At this time, the momentum of the superior naturally revealed, which immediately made chiyoko and others feel at ease.

    But it was only two or three seconds, and then the fox lay down on the table like a discouraged man, looking sideways at the direction of the cherry tree. "... that''s what I say, but compared with that one, I''m probably only a slightly bright light bulb. With that shelter, earthquakes and fires in the future will probably not hurt a hair in Tongsheng Taoist temple? Of course, it''s even more impossible for monsters to haunt!"

    "Really? That''s great, brother!" chiyoko jumped with joy and nodded with Ma Yixin. After all, Tongsheng Daochang is good at saying that it is ancient and simple, but bad at saying that it is broken. Traces of disrepair can be found almost everywhere in the Daochang, and the fire protection system is close to zero. He ma often worries about clearing the torch ashram when he doesn''t pay attention, and chiyoko struggles with the family account book every week to squeeze out the overhaul fund. These worries are now a little relieved. "There are other good things?" yuzao narrowed her eyes slightly and opened her mouth in a lazy tone. "Tongsheng Taoist temple has become a place of constant gloom under the protection of the Tibetan Bodhisattva, which is essentially equivalent to the brake soil of half the Tibetan Bodhisattva. Therefore, if you want to pray with the Tibetan Bodhisattva, it will be much more effective than the Yishi temple." "eh? What else?" "Yes, different offerings have different meanings. If you want anything, I''ll teach you slowly in the future." "yes! Please give more advice, teacher!" Qingliu saluted the fox with a red face, then bowed her head and touched her chest with joy. So far, she has tried almost all the schemes under scientific theory, and now it seems that she has finally had a chance to grow up. "Wow! What to do? What to do? Brother, suddenly I feel that our family has become super powerful!" Chiyoko on the other side was so excited that he screamed and waved his hands as if he didn''t know where to put his hands and feet. "Calm down, calm down. You''re the hostess of our Taoist temple. How can you panic?" He ma picked up a cold fried pork chop and stuffed it into chiyoko''s mouth. Chiyoko, whose mouth was blocked, purred, but seemed to calm down a little. "Hoo, it''s so noisy..." He ma shook his head and breathed out his breath. All kinds of mysterious and strange events came one after another in a short time, and Rao Shi couldn''t help feeling dizzy. It said that when he went to track down Jiazuo, he didn''t expect such a God to unfold, whether it was the awakening of the mourning God in sunny and rainy times, or the constant dark place under the shelter of underground Tibet, which seemed to be something in the dark The power of seeing is pulling these changes. "Is this the way of heaven?" he ma suddenly thought of his new entry. The way of heaven has the virtue of living well, and following it is prosperity - the so-called "prosperity" is "prosperity" He ma couldn''t help looking at the cherry tree and saw that the ground under the tree was standing steadily. Although it was a plain scene, behind it was a vast law beyond words - he Ma felt numb like an electric shock. The blessing of the entry of this law level even gave him a kind of happiness It was like holding a nuclear bomb.