Rebirth of Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 576: Onmyoji Ampere Liliang

Ye Qing had long been accustomed to being high above others and keeping a distance from others.

When the kid crawled over and hugged his thigh, he almost kicked him into the clouds.

"Yang Xiaocong?" Ye Qing thought very quickly and quickly filtered through the names of people he had met over the past thousands of years and made sure that he did not recognize this name.

"Which onion are you?"

Yang Xiaocong was a very outgoing person. He was willing to risk everything for the sake of recording the show. Upon hearing this, he said, "I am the first paparazzi captain under you, Master Ye!"

As soon as he finished saying this, he felt his hair being pulled by someone.

"It hurts, it hurts, let go!" Yang Xiaocong was just an ordinary person, unable to resist, and allowed Chu Xian with a dark face to drag her out the door.

Chu Xian was really angry at this time. Her master was such a noble being, yet he was harassed by paparazzi. It was extremely merciful of her not to beat them to death directly!

Yang Xiaocong was in pain and anxiety at this moment. In China, no one dared to stop him from racing and playing with young models, but when he was outside, a mere small cultivator could crush him into a ball.

However, he was still quick-witted and explained loudly and quickly.

"We are not those disgusting paparazzi. We just want to record the great deeds of Master Ye so that the Chinese people can pass them down from generation to generation. Besides, we are very capable and can do anything!"

Chu Xian didn't care about that. As a diligent maid, she just had to throw the dregs away.

At this time, Ye Qing, who had always maintained an indifferent expression, spoke up, "Since you want to find something to do, then go investigate all the shrines in Japan and find those with a history of more than a thousand years."

"Let go, let go," Yang Xiaocong smiled happily upon hearing this. After rescuing her hair, she said excitedly, "It's just a small matter, Master Ye, please rest assured. I, Yang Xiaocong, will never make any mistakes!"

The other nine paparazzi in the room also became happy.

Next, it’s time to discuss terms.

Yang Xiaocong asked Ye Shen to cooperate with the filming work.

Ye Qing said that was impossible.

Chu Xian didn't find any traitors, and his mood recovered. So he stood up and made some explanations for his master's profound meaning: you definitely can't cooperate with the filming, and at most when the master goes on a killing spree, he won't kill you together with them.

Yang Xiaocong accepted it, and he wanted to make some minor requests.

Chu Xian said very impolitely on behalf of her master: Your strength is not much better than that of an ant. You came to Japan at this time just to seek death and excitement. Therefore, your safety is too troublesome and she and her master are not responsible.

Perhaps she felt that her words were a little ruthless, so she assured the paparazzi, "Don't worry, if you are harmed by the Japanese, my master and I will avenge you."

After these words were spoken, Ye Qing actually nodded, which was rare, to show that he agreed with this statement.

After being interrupted by Chu Xian, Yang Xiaocong had already forgotten what she wanted to say just now, so she simply followed the topic and asked carefully: "If my brother and I were assassinated in Japan, how would you avenge us?"

This kind of thing is still very likely to happen. After all, the extremists among the Japanese are very impulsive, and they were among the best in the world in the old days.

Chu Xian thought about it and asked in a negotiating tone: "If the Japanese kill one of you, we will kill a hundred of them?" Seeing that Yang Xiaocong did not respond, she continued to increase the stakes, "How about a thousand?"

Yang Xiaocong did not answer immediately because he hated the look in this woman's eyes. This woman was beautiful, but the way she looked at him was as if she was looking at a chicken, duck, fish, or goose. It was so disrespectful!
"A city." Ye Qing said lightly, breaking the silence.

In an instant, the ten paparazzi became excited.

As long as the Japanese kill one of them, Ye Shen will massacre an entire city!

Japan has a high population density, and any small town has a population of hundreds of thousands. If it were a big city, my goodness, the population would be tens of millions!
Now, aren't these ten people who ran over from China equivalent to ten human-shaped self-propelled nuclear bombs?
It’s so awesome!
With such confidence, Yang Xiaocong swore that he had never been so afraid of death as he was now.

With Ye Qing's promise, the ten paparazzi led by him were like chicken blood, and immediately went out to search for shrines that were more than a thousand years old.

In late spring and early summer, Pingshajin Town is holding its annual worship ceremony.

The entire town came out, singing and dancing, carrying three kinds of sacrifices: cows, sheep, and dogs, and parading around the town's historic Sakara Shrine.

The syllables of the lyrics are difficult to pronounce and the dance is full of primitive atmosphere, which shows that the gods they worship must be very ancient.

“There are quite a lot of people today.”

In an attic next to the shrine, Yang Xiaocong kept complaining: "These Japanese are so annoying. They always block Ye Shen's camera. If I had known earlier, I would have brought a few AKs and shot them directly."

At this time, Ye Qing and his servant had already passed through the crowd and arrived at the gate of Sakara Shrine.

A pure Beijing dialect voice sounded from behind them, "From the looks of your two Taoist friends and their accents, you two should be from China, right?"

Chu Xian turned around and saw that the person who was talking was very young, dressed in a strange Taoist robe, with a warm smile on his face, and he was very sunny and elegant.

She blurted out, "These days, even Taoist priests go abroad to cheat people out of money. Is the domestic economy so bad?"

"Um, haha," the young "Taoist" scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I am Japanese, Onmyoji Abe Ryo."

Ye Qing ignored the Yin-Yang master and looked at the architectural style of the shrine calmly.

Chu Xian's pretty face turned cold: "Onmyoji, are you here to cause trouble?"

"I dare not, I dare not," Abe Riyoshi waved his hands and said quickly, "This shrine is the property of the ninja lineage. Since ancient times, Onmyoji and ninja have been incompatible, and everyone wants the other side to be destroyed as soon as possible."

After a pause, he continued in a low voice: "The artifact hidden here is a tooth of the Dog God King, called the Killing Fang. The most bizarre thing about it is that it sucks blood. Even if an Earthly Immortal touches it, his blood will be sucked dry instantly. You must be careful."

After saying this, the Onmyoji named Abe Ryo turned and left.

Chu Xian couldn't figure out the guy's intention to come and inform on others, so he had to guess, "The inheritance of the Japanese Yin-Yang Master came from the Chinese alchemists. Are they preparing to return to their roots?"

Ye Qing smiled indifferently, without commenting, and walked calmly towards the depths of the shrine.

(End of this chapter)