Chapter 22: Zodiac 12 House

"What is this place?"
After Suzaku entered the "sheng" character gate, Zhao Lingjun also slowly walked into the "failure" character gate.
Unlike the desert that Suzaku saw, what appeared before him was a stone mountain without grass. On top of the stone mountain, stood 13 temples with different shapes, and huge stone steps meandered up the mountain. Connect the twelve temples.
"Why are you so familiar?"
Standing on the mountain road, Zhao Lingjun knew that he had never been to such a place, but he did not know how to do it. At first glance, when he saw the thirteen temples, he felt very familiar.
"The zodiac, the golden saint?"
Zhao Lingjun walked to the first temple, and just saw the sign of the Aries carved on the forehead of the first temple. Zhao Lingjun was dumbfounded.
Zhao Lingjun finally understood why the 13 temples looked so familiar.
Because these 13 temples are the same scenes that Zhao Lingjun saw in the cartoon Saint Seiya when he was a child, but in the cartoon, in order to beg for sand weaving, he fights with several other bronze Saints, one temple and one temple. Go on.
At that time, Zhao Lingjun was still in the fourth grade, and he was a fan of this cartoon. It was not enough to chase it every day. After watching it, he had to go downstairs to practice Tianma Meteor Boxing until he met Wang Dazhuang.
Wang Dazhuang was a child of the next door family next to Zhao Lingjun at that time. He was in the fifth grade and was one year older than Zhao Lingjun, but he was a big circle older than Zhao Lingjun. He usually likes to bully others. On that day, Wang Dazhuang grabbed a pencil from Zhao Lingjun. It must have been tolerant before, but Zhao Lingjun was different then.
Zhao Lingjun has been practicing Pegasus Meteor Boxing for more than half a month, so Zhao Lingjun certainly does not follow. So he fought against Wang Dazhang, but later Zhao Lingjun was beaten to death by Wang Dazhuang, and no small universe broke out.
So from that day on, Zhao Lingjun felt that the cartoon was all deceptive, and he was not so keen on that cartoon.
However, Zhao Lingjun did not expect to see the palace of the Zodiac in the animation exactly the same here. Zhao Lingjun thought it was incredible.
"Isn't there really a Mr. Mu inside." Standing at the door of the Temple of Aries, Zhao Lingjun couldn't help himself.
"How do you know my name?" Zhao Lingjun's words just fell, and at the door of the Temple of Aries, a person came out and took Zhao Lingjun off.
"Are you Mr. Mu?" Zhao Lingjun could not help laughing when he looked at the man who came out of this temple. "Are you kidding me again?"
The image of this person in front of him is far from the image in the cartoon that Zhao Lingjun saw when he was a child.
In the cartoon, Mr. Mu, who is 1.8 meters tall, Yushu Linfeng Sai Pan'an, and a pear flower Yahaitang, if you go to make a movie, it will certainly be popular among thousands of beautiful girls.
But the person who stood in front of Zhao Lingjun who claimed to be Mr. Mu had short hands and short buttocks and looked like a short winter melon from a distance. And dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a robe worn on the body is also stained with oil. The cuffs and neckline are all oil flowers. It seems that I haven't washed them for many days. I can smell the boss's smell far away. Where is the half-skinned tender meat of Mr. Mu in the cartoon?
"Of course I am Mr. Mu, why? Don't you want to?"
"Do you know there is a cartoon called Saint Seiya?" Zhao Lingjun looked at this Mr. Mu with a smile.
"Of course I know that the cartoon is based on our zodiac sign. If you want, I can send you a set of autographed copies for your collection." Mr. Mu, who is like Dwarf Winter Melon, said to Zhao Lingjun.
"Mr. Mu in there, obviously a few meters and a few meters, but Kina, I don't think even one meter and six are satisfied."
"I used to have 1.80 meters." Mr. Mu, who resembled Dwarf Melon, said to Zhao Lingjun very seriously, "It was just that there was a car accident last year and he broke his leg. After receiving it, he got a cut."
"Gold Saint Seiya still has a car accident?" Zhao Lingjun almost fainted.
"Of course, why don't you think we are going out to sit?" Mr. Mu sighed. "There is really no way. The steel plate of the RB car is too thin. I only broke two legs, and Ai Russia in Sagittarius is miserable. It was directly killed. "
"Isn't that Sagittarius insulting you and being killed by your own people?" Zhao Lingjun thought that what this guy said was simply a fantasy.
"That's art processing." After hearing Zhao Lingjun's words, Dwarf Winter Melon, who claimed to be Mr. Mu, smiled. "It's like I was very dark, but the cartoons painted me very white. These are all art processing. "
"..." Zhao Lingjun was almost speechless. "All the plots in that cartoon are fake?"
"Of course it is fake." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun. "RB is now our twelve golden saints, where are there any bronze warriors, silver warriors or something."
"That Seiya is also a created character?" Zhao Lingjun remembered that he had practiced Pegasus Meteor Boxing for half a month.
"It's humane, but there are people." Mr. Mu laughed, "The younger son of the director who made the cartoon at that time was called Seiya, but he was a kid who was still wearing open crotch pants.
"I K ... forget it, you can do it." Zhao Lingjun felt that this guy was talking a few words, he was going to faint. Now the situation is urgent, and there is no time to talk to this guy who said the smallpox. Qinghua Jian, said to this Mr. Mu.
"Shooting?" Mr. Mu froze, and then shook his head. "No, no, no, I won't do it with you."
"Will you not do it with me? What do you mean?" Zhao Lingjun was a little confused.
"Chinese don't fight Chinese." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun very seriously.
"Chinese?" Zhao Lingjun almost fell down. "Are you Chinese?"
"Of course, you have watched cartoons, don't you know?" Mr. Mu smiled, "I was born in Tibet, China, but a Tibetan."
"Tibetan, I'm K." Zhao Lingjun found out that the oily clothes Mr. Mu wore really seemed to be Tibetan robes.
"Of course, I am a genuine Chinese." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and nodded. "And Tong Hu is also Chinese. If you go to him, he will definitely not do it with you."
"Aren't you the leader?" Zhao Lingjun looked at Mr. Mu with suspicion.
"The battle leader is the battle leader, but the three-generation stone that sealed the wrong soul is not on us. You don't have to fight with us." Mr. Mu looked at Zhao Lingjun and smiled. "Tong Hu and I are only working part-time, and can't commit ourselves. Desperately. "
"Part-time job?" Zhao Lingjun was even more blinded.
"Of course, our Golden Zodiac, to put it more bluntly, what is the Saint Seiya, but in fact, it is the security guard of the Tokyo Shrine."
"..." Zhao Lingjun was completely speechless.
"Since you don't stop me, then I will go up." After a long time, Zhao Lingjun recovered.
"Then you have to be careful, other than Tong Hu and me, no one else will be merciless." Looking at Zhao Lingjun who walked past him, Tong Hu reminded aloud, "That three-born stone is in Gemini. Shaka is in his hands, but Shaka is no longer in the Gemini Temple, but in the last Pope Temple. "
"Thank you." Zhao Lingjun ran toward the Golden Cow Palace without looking back, but he was thinking in his heart, "If you dwarf melon dare to deceive me, I will cut you into melon slices."
"Mu guy, it really put you directly."
As soon as Zhao Lingjun ran into the Golden Cow Palace, he heard a thunderous roar. A tall and middle-aged man with a brown and black complexion, who looked very sturdy, appeared in front of Zhao Lingjun.
"Don't dwarf melon lie to me?" Zhao Lingjun was dumbfounded and couldn't help asking. "Are you the golden saint of Taurus, Aruba?"
"It seems that Mu guy told you everything about us. Yes, I am Arudiba ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Are you really working for the Tokyo Shrine?" Zhao Lingjun looked at the Aru Dam .
"Uh." Arudiba nodded.
"How about discussing something with you?"
"What is your salary for a year?"
"500,000 dollars." Arudiba looked at Zhao Lingjun strangely, wondering why Zhao Lingjun asked this question.
"Then if you let me pass, how about I give you a million dollars?" Zhao Lingjun grinned at Arudiba. "It seems that you should be a Brazilian, not a Japanese. You don't need to work hard for them." "Are you buying me up?" Arudiba gave a roar. "I love my job. Do you think you can buy me a million dollars?"
"No, didn't you come across such a professional?" Zhao Lingjun pulled out the Qinghua Sword depressively, preparing to start with a strong start.
"No, one million dollars is too little, at least 1.5 million dollars." But the next sentence of Arudiba made Zhao Lingjun almost fainted.