Chapter 353: Believers (1)

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Near the Pacific Ocean, Mount Fuji, about 100 kilometers southwest of Tokyo, is more than 3,700 meters above sea level. It is one of the largest active volcanoes in the world. Although it is dormant, a few years ago, the earthquake in Honshu Island, Japan, was still The unusual tremor of Mount Fuji was triggered. Experts speculated that Mt. Fuji had a great chance of erupting because of the earthquake. I wondered why it was quiet, but the residents of Shizuoka and Yamanashi were afraid of it.
On the top of the high mountain, there is a shrine built for the goddess of "Wu Hua Kai Ye Ji Ming", which is the Shrine of Mt. Fuji, which ruled more than 1,300 Shrines in the country.
In 1604, Tokugawa Ieyasu built the main hall, the worship hall, the coin hall, and the dance hall. This formed the Japanese-style ancient building complex that covers a lot of land.
Lin Luoran took the Lin family, and the light went up the mountain.
The red thing like the Chinese archway is called "Bird House" by the locals. It is rare to see such a high-level gatehouse. This is the main entrance of Mt.
Of course, the ordinary visitors of this place can't come at night. Lin Luoran led everyone to wander and walk, because she did not hide her cultivation. Her arrival has already alarmed her master.
Some people came out with a few paper-mosaic lanterns, illuminating the newly-built asphalt road in front of the Dashe.
Asada Saito showed a hard-boned smile on the serious face. "It’s even deeper, I don’t know if my predecessors will come at this time."
His Chinese said that he was more smile than he was, and Lin Luoran smiled very restrained. "The night view of Mount Fuji is good. We strolled far away. We went here without checking it. We will not disturb when we visit at night. Asada guardian grown ups?"
The conversation between the two is very similar to the summit meeting between the two countries. They are all vocal words that are very polite.
Li Xiaoer turned a pair of amber-like big eyes and went around. I don't know what happened to her Lin Shijie tonight. In such an urgent situation, I was polite with these Japanese monks. I couldn't say the problem for a long time, and people were secretly anxious.
Wen Guanjing is also very surprised that Lin Luoran has such a side, but Lin Dao and Yuan Ye, very proud of Lin Luoran - their Lin family, is to sink.
However, I still don't know how Luodong and Huang Weijian are. Lin Dad had some emotions. He should have been the pillar of the Lin family. He was only repaired and was not going to make his daughter go out.
"If the predecessors are not too bad, may wish to come in and visit the company?" Asada Sato's gesture is very low, and Lin Luoran will follow the trend.
The lantern is like the waiter of the shrine, and silently on the way, Asada Saito can't be seen as a small, low-level generation, and the explanations on the way are somewhat dry. The sun flags fluttering in the wind on both sides of the front and rear of the main hall made Lin Luoran feel a little different.
It is said that there are some of the approximately 100,000 shrines scattered throughout Japan. There are many "comfort monuments" and "loyal soul monuments". Like the offerings in the Yasukuni Shrine, these so-called loyal souls are not contaminated by the strong blood of Chinese civilians. gas.
Even Lin Luoran will be more intuitive, thinking of the blood pool underground palace in the underground of Jinling Zhongshan Mausoleum. That is the blood of hundreds of thousands of civilians, the magic that caused it... These have made her heart faint and uncomfortable. I don’t know if those Chinese compatriots are happily coming to play, when they write their minds on the
painting horse
like the wishing card, have you considered a little such a shun? Or, only herself, will she care about the gray history recorded in the paper roll?
- Perhaps there is no direct kinship. After all, they are compatriots who shed the same blood. They are slaughtered on a large scale. Can such a history really not be a little bit in the heart?
Wen Guanjing's face is very dignified, and even Li Weier is also infected by Lin Luoran's solemn expression. Lin Da does not look at these low-rise Japanese houses. Yuan is also intelligent, and he guessed his teacher. Respecting the mind.
"Asada adults, don't know if we can go to visit the goddess of the mountain?"
Since I guessed the mind of Shizun, Yuan also the big disciple transferred the topic wisely. Luo Dong and Huang Weijian still have no news. The Chinese monk who has fallen is still not rescued, although Yuan also agrees with his young but powerful. Shizun, by his own temper, this temple is cut to only the wood pile, but at least to save people first?
Asada Saito's face is a condensate, of course, nodded.
Since the door is open to welcome guests, of course, there is no reason for the guests not to visit the Lord. As the guardian of the Taisha, in the case of the absence of the big priest, the words and deeds of Asada Saito represent the face of Mt. To a certain extent, what he said, in the eyes of believers, can also represent the "wood flower, the goddess of the goddess."
Lin Luoran really went to worship the goddess, but Li Xiaoer took the opportunity to take Lin Dad and Wen Guanjing to stroll in the big club. She was light in weight, and she had crossed the courtyard door and let those people carry the lanterns on standby. The waiters were miserable, but they had to step on the raft.
Asada Saito wanted to make a statement, but Yuan also looked at him with ruthlessness and asked him to ask about the story of "Wooden Flowers and the Goddess of the Goddess of Death".
If you don't respond, passing it out is evidence that he is serving the goddess dishonesty, which is extremely unfavorable for the election of the great gods who are coming soon. If it is a response, it really can't stop these people from turning around in the big club and harassing the gods.
Lin Luoran walked into the main hall. The statue of the goddess in the gods was wooden. She closed her eyes and felt the power of faith shrouded in the main hall. The black dense fog hit a wave and almost subverted her little one. The boat.
The gathering here is probably the power of all the beliefs of the goddess of Mount Fuji in Mt. Fuji. Lin Luoran couldn’t help but clench his fists. The power of faith is black. I don’t know what kind of wish they are sincerely praying for. Will it be the willingness to gather into black ink?
Because of her anger, she forgot her chance at the Jokhang Temple.
She has not changed at the moment, the gods have their own dojos, they have the gods themselves, and how did they enter the main hall of the Shrine of the Shrine?
Lin Luoran hasn't returned to the taste yet, Yuan has already been unable to drag the shallow Tian Sai Teng, the latter quickly entered the hall, Lin Luoran is not good to check again, and excuses to leave.
Li Xiaoer’s people are also looking good, and there is nothing special about it.
Only the power of the dark attribute of the darkness in the main hall confirms the inextricable relationship between the Shrine and the disappearance. However, where the missing people went, there were no clues.
Lin Luoran came and went in a hurry. Asada Saito had been watching them leave, and told the waiter to close the door.
He returned to the main hall, and a dark shadow was formed in the thick fog. He screamed: "Why did she go to the godhead and kill her, she must kill her."
Asada Saito's eyes are confused, and he doesn't care what it means to "body the gods". There is only the thought of "killing her" in the brain.
It’s best to kill a rookie who doesn’t belong to Japan. As the most devout believer of the goddess, Asada Saito did not fight against this order.
When the door of the main hall was gently closed, the cockroach did not find it.
Because of the time constraints, Lin Luoran did not find it. The wooden image of this was still covered with a layer of white belief. In the black air-filled main hall, it was like Lin Luoran’s own senses, like a leaf anger. The small boat in the sea raging is in jeopardy.

"Sister, the big club is obviously weird, but we can't find out, it's awful!"
Li Xiaoer held the fingers of the tying rope and tried to calm down when she thought that she was growing up and Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian didn't know how.
Lin Luoran is more anxious than her, but the power of the dark faith in the main hall, if it does not find the center, is more dangerous to deal with than any struggle that she has practiced.
It is not a last resort, Lin Luoran does not want to do things that are not sure, so it will not help, but will harm the family.
Luo Dong and Huang Weijian, as well as the fallen Chinese monk, you must hold on!
Lin Luoran secretly anxious, for everyone's morale, still have to hold on to calm.
Li Xiaoer is annoyed, "So we are now...?"
Lin Luoran summoned Zhao Jian, "Go back to Shibuya!"
The missing young people are related to Shibuya. If Fuji Mountain can't find anything for the time being, she will only start from Shibuya.
This time Yuan Yu Yu Jian is carrying Lin Da, Xiao Jin seems to have been forgotten in a corner of the mountain.

Lin Qingxue took a team of special forces and trudged at another mountain pass in Mount Fuji.
They are equipped with the most sophisticated weapons, they are the most disciplined in China, the most powerful team in individual combat. Corresponding to the power of the dark attribute beliefs in the main hall of the Shrine of the Palace, their team is called "bright".
Does the bright team really bring miracles?
A special commander suddenly snorted and Lin Bingxue turned back: "What happened?"
The special forces chose function sharing, and in the white light of his communicator, the virtual video showed many fluctuating lines and values.
"Sir, there are signs of human activity half an hour ago."
Science and technology civilization is not without merit. Lin Qingxue clenched the pistol in his hand. Here is the mountain about 3,000 meters above sea level. Not far away is the snow top of Mount Fuji. On the night of snow melting, how can someone be active here, which is too suspicious.
"Go with the traces."
"Yes!"
Their military boots stepped on the dead branches, making a slight noise, and they were heading in a valley full of snow. Lin Xiaoxue’s breathing was light and unspeakable, and she didn’t know what she was approaching.
Even if you are lucky, you will be punished with glory after returning home, but Lin Xiaoxue does not regret it.
The humble female soldier also has the pure land to be kept in her heart. In some respects, she is also a devout believer.