Chapter 171: Talents of the Immortal Clan, a Group of Bald Donkeys

Dawn City, in a hotel room.

Although the doors and windows were locked and the curtains were drawn, a few shiny heads gathered together still reflected the dim light outside.

"Master Huizhi, senior brother, something is really not right about this place."

A monk with a white face and no beard slightly opened the curtains, looked sideways through the gap and frowned out of the window: "There are obviously many bounty ninjas and bounty teams that sneaked into the city at the same time as us, but there is no movement at all."

"Not only that, there are many strange guys appearing outside. They seem to be the so-called 'Security Department' in the intelligence we interrogated?"

After saying that, he put down the slightly raised curtains and turned to look at the people behind him.

There were only a few flickering candles lit in the dim space, casting shadows on the monks who lowered their heads and clasped their hands together in prayer.

"Man and heaven are at peace, the circle is beyond the five turbidities, the bliss of rebirth, the bliss of transcendence, the bliss of wandering in the mind..."

In the semicircle surrounded by several monks, an old monk was sitting there on his knees, with his left hand raised up on his chest, slowly playing with a string of crystal rosary beads, and murmuring devoutly with his eyes closed.

"The earth returns to the silent light, bows down to Saha, the god returns to the bliss, the god returns to peace, the god returns to the pure land..."

The monotonous chanting echoed in the room, and the entire room fell into silence, as if even breathing had become a sacrilege.

Dull, solemn, solemn.

But if anyone looks at the old monk's right hand, they will feel extremely inconsistent and weird.

Because right in front of him, in the center of the room, lay a body.

The face of the corpse was covered by his left hand, and large streams of blood flowed from the body like spring water, gathering on the ground to form a pool of blood, filling the entire room with a disgusting smell of blood.

"Namo."

After chanting the Buddha's name again, the old monk who was called "Master Huizhi" opened his eyes and looked at the young monk with a turbid and gentle look, seemingly not blaming him for his behavior that just destroyed the solemn atmosphere.

"Juezhen, although you have been ordained not long ago, you must also respect the deceased."

He just clasped his hands together and said in a regretful tone: "Also, this is not an interrogation, but an inquiry. It's a pity that this donor is not pure. We treat him sincerely, but he actually committed an offense, so we have to help him let go of his delusion." The six roots are pure.”

"Namo." Several monks around him chanted the Buddha's name with their heads bowed.

"...Yes, Master." Juezhen bowed his head respectfully.

"As for the abnormality here, it is expected."

Huizhi closed his eyes and said in a calm tone: "The young Lord Daimyo had a conflict with the owner of this place. The owner of the 'Blood Succession Limit - Penetration' died here."

"Having been lurking for half a year, not only did I not bring back any useful information, but when I finally met His Highness the Daimyo, all that was left was a head wrapped in a gift box, and there was even regret on his face."

“What I saw and heard along the way has answered my doubts.”

Having said this, he slowly exhaled and said in a gentle and gratified tone: "Such a place full of falsehoods and lies is tantamount to bliss for those numb and lowly people."

"The ability to confuse people is really terrifying. If there is a chance, I really want to meet the owner of this place. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity."

Speaking of this, Huizhi recited a Buddha's name and said compassionately: "After all, even the sinner of the Blood Pond clan is here, and it is only a matter of time before this place is slaughtered."

"The Blood Pond Clan?"

Juezhen, who was hanging his head, raised his head, showing a somewhat confused expression.

What family is this?

"It's not surprising that you don't know that the Blood Pond clan has been reduced to history. Even though it had a very glorious history in the past, it will eventually decline."

Huizhi's cloudy eyes flashed with memories, and he said: "The history of the Blood Pond clan can be traced back to the same era of Uchiha and Hinata, but they are not as lucky as the Uchiha and Hinata of the Fire Country."

"They have a deep connection with the Kingdom of Thunder. Before the Ninja Village was established, the daughter of the leader of the Blood Pond clan married the then Daimyo of the Kingdom of Thunder as a concubine, and her status in the Kingdom of Thunder also rose accordingly."

Having said this, Huizhi sighed: "It's a pity that because of the gentle temperament and beautiful appearance of the daughter of the leader of the Blood Pond clan, she was jealous of the royal family of the great name of the Kingdom of Thunder at that time."

"Shortly after marrying her, the Daimyo of the Kingdom of Thunder passed away. The royal family convicted the daughter of the leader of the Blood Pond Clan in the name of a misfortune. At the same time, the Blood Pond Clan was also exiled from the Kingdom of Thunder."

"The exiled Blood Pond clan still harbored delusions and was unwilling to fail and wanted to resist. However, they did not expect that the wife of the Daimyo of the Kingdom of Thunder hired the Uchiha clan who had not yet founded Konoha at that time. "

"Although the Blood Pond Clan also possesses a very good pupil technique, the Blood Succession Limited Blood Dragon Eye, they are still no match for the Uchiha Clan, and their resistance was quickly suppressed."

"After that, the daimyo's wife gave him a generous commission and asked the Uchiha clan to send people to monitor the Blood Pond clan all year round."

Huizhi slowly told this past incident, and a look of astonishment flashed across the eyes of Juezhen and several other monks.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Pond Clan of the Land of Thunder had such a complicated relationship with the Uchiha Clan of the Land of Fire decades ago.

Even in the Land of Thunder and Konoha, few people knew about this matter. After all, it was already considered a scandal.

However, Huizhi is a monk who has lived from the Warring States Period to the present. Even though he was forced to run away because of disagreements with the young daimyo, he still knew the history and secrets of the ninja world well.

"Master, what happened to the sinner of the Blood Pool clan?" Juezhen asked respectfully.

"I don't know much." Huizhi shook his head and said calmly, "The exiled Blood Pond clan lives in isolation in the barren land of the Kingdom of Thunder, and has heard almost no news. "

"After that, there was news that the Blood Pond clan was wiped out, and only the sinner who wiped out the clan escaped. I also learned from the intelligence network not long ago that the president of the Chuan Real Estate Company is suspected of possessing the Blood Dragon Eye."

"Blood Dragon Eye..." Juezhen lowered his head and asked subconsciously, "Master, do you think Blood Dragon Eye is very strong?"

"Haha." Huizhi tapped his smooth head gently, smiled and said gently, "If the 'Blood Dragon Eye' is not strong, why would the daimyo lady spend a lot of money to hire the 'Sharingan' to suppress it? "

"The blood dragon eyes of the Blood Pool clan are very special and strange."

Juezhen touched the knocked head, glanced at the dead body on the ground, and asked: "What to do next? We have almost collected the information. This place seems to have no power that can threaten us."

So, should we wait until nightfall before taking action?

"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole is behind it. Don't be impatient. Don't be impatient."

Huizhi shook his head, closed his eyes and clasped his hands and said: "As far as I know, in addition to our 'monks' and the clansman from the Blood Pool, there are also bounty teams such as the Black Warriors and the 'Shadow' who have also accepted the rewards." Task."

"Even if the 'Shadow' fights alone, its strength cannot be underestimated. Once there is a firefight, it will not be a simple fight, so we should wait until they are over before we take action and send the poor people here to the Pure Land of Paradise... …”

As he spoke, Huizhi suddenly paused in his words, opened his eyes suddenly, and turned his head to look at the door.

The next moment, a hand pushed open the door.

"who?"

Upon hearing the sound, the expressions of Juezhen and the other monks changed, and they suddenly turned their heads towards the door.

But after seeing that familiar face, their tense bodies relaxed subconsciously.

"It turns out to be junior brother." Juezhen frowned and said arrogantly, "Why didn't you even knock on the door? Have you forgotten the etiquette taught by master?"

The person who came was the junior fellow who was the youngest among them and was sent out to collect intelligence.

The moment the other party entered the door, Juezhen had already subconsciously sensed the chakra aura and determined the other party's identity.

However, the figure gave no response at all to his senior brother's questioning.

Juezhen's face darkened, and he subconsciously took a step forward, about to say something.

But he saw that figure staggering into the room, the thin red light coming through the curtains outside the window, and the face with empty eyes and dull eyes was revealed.

"You..." Juezhen was stunned for a moment, then his heart skipped a beat and he blurted out, "Illusion?"

Looking like this, is he under an illusion?

The moment the thought came to mind, the swaying figure tensed up and rushed toward them.

Seeing that he was not holding a weapon and posing no threat, several of the monks subconsciously stepped forward to control him and help him disrupt the chakra in his body and release the control of the illusion.

However, Huizhi, who frowned at the figure, finally saw the vaguely exposed wound under the clothes, and seemed to realize something. The color of the flabby old face suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"No, that's...blood dragon eye!?"

He stretched out the index finger of his left hand and put it in front of him, and put the palm of his right hand slightly bent under his body. At the same time, he shouted to the monks: "Get back! Don't get close to him!"

But, it's too late.

Gudong! Gudong!

Strange blood bubbles suddenly appeared from the wounds on the monk's body.

The surface of the skin of the body also began to appear irregular distortions, as if there were some creatures swimming around in the body.

The monks subconsciously stopped walking forward and saw their "junior brother"'s body instantly inflated like a balloon. The skin and clothes all over his body burst because they could not withstand the pressure caused by the expansion.

The next moment, their eyes reflected bloody light and flames.

boom! !

Juezhen, who was farthest from the door, was instantly thrown away by the explosion that was only three meters away. The windows and walls behind him were shattered like rain by the sweeping shock wave!

Not only the walls, but also the floors on the ground were blown apart by the explosion, completely destroyed and collapsed, revealing a shocking pothole.

"Ahem!!"

Juezhen collapsed on the ground with surging energy and blood and black eyes. He felt that his ears had been damaged by the explosion, and wet blood flowed on his cheeks and dripped down his chin to the ground.

"What happened? Blood dragon eyes? What?"

Looking up with his brain in a daze, he saw the horrific scene in front of him.

Thick black smoke filled the air, the flying flesh and blood dyed the surrounding area scarlet, and white flakes fell from the cracked walls like snow.

A large amount of blood seeped out from the ground, turning the ground red.

The heat and fishy smell that hit my face, even with a hint of meaty aroma, felt extremely pungent and nauseating.

In front of him was a golden statue of Thousand-Armed Buddha.

That is the secret technique of the Fire Temple of the Fire Country, the talent of the immortals, the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara.

"Oh, it's really easy for me to find you, old bald donkey."

With a very unreliable voice, the figure of Yuya City Yan walked out of the blood mist.

Walking on the bloody ground, the flashy leather shoes were not stained with a trace of blood.

Behind him, a white dove landed on the roof, stretched out its pointed beak to peck at the feathers, and then raised its head, and the two figures were reflected in its dark red bird pupils.

"Namo."

Huizhi just bowed his head slightly and chanted a Buddhist name, then looked at the young man in front of him with a kind face, and said in a gentle tone: "Mr. Yuya City, there is no hatred between you and me. I am just visiting as a guest this time. Why do you want to attack us?"

"Guest?"

Yuya City Yan reached out and pressed down the slightly funny sunglasses on his face, and carefully looked up and down at Huizhi in the distance.

He immediately raised his eyebrows and sneered, showing off by taking out the invitation letter, and snorted: "Guests with invitation letters are guests, and those who come without invitation letters are called 'uninvited guests'."

"Unfortunately, as far as I know, the owner here doesn't like 'uninvited guests', and even more so, you bald donkeys who pretend to be gods and falsely compassionate."

"And I, the 'guest', am willing to do the job and clean up you bald donkeys who are annoying."

His voice was not loud, but it was enough to cause an echo in the dilapidated hotel, causing Huizhi's drooping eyes to surge with vigilance and anger, and the expression on the face of the kind and gentle Thousand-Handed Guanyin behind him gradually became solemn and angry.

The current development is completely beyond the expectations of this old monk.

He never thought that the madman who slaughtered the entire Blood Pond Clan would be so polite to the owner here. Not only was he invited through formal channels, but now he even planned to stand on the side that is opposite to him.

Is there anything in this broken place that is worthy of this crazy lunatic's fear or covetousness?

"Okay."

Yuya Chengyan stopped moving forward, stood on the pile of blood and body parts, looked at the old bald donkey, and raised his mouth slightly, revealing a very cold smile: "Buddha is merciful, so, can you please die and fulfill my wish?"

As soon as the voice fell, the blood mist around him gradually began to gather, and the blood pool under his feet was violently boiling like boiling water.

The next moment, a huge blood dragon condensed from under his feet, which was as tall as the golden thousand-handed Buddha statue.