I became the King of Ryukyu

A mountain wind swept in, carrying raindrops, and even with umbrellas, the group was already soaked. If they stayed any longer, they risked catching a cold.

The silver-haired driver had urged them several times, as he was afraid of another landslide.

Zheng Yi and his companions were afraid of him. With such a gloomy sky, could that old man, who had to check the keyhole seven or eight times, really see the road clearly?

"It's about two miles up the mountain to Fukusen-ji Temple on Benzan." Ishikawa Takamatsu had already pulled out a clean piece of coarse linen and a bamboo bone clamp from inside his raincoat. "First, collect the remains and take them to the temple. We'll ask the monk Hakurei of Fukusen-ji to perform a Buddhist ceremony to pray for their safety. There are guest rooms at the temple; we can stay there for the night."

Cheye, the chubby little boy, pointed and said, "My brother Zheng Yi is a professional at carrying corpses; he can carry ten!"

I can carry your grandpa on my back!

Although Zheng Yi really wanted to beat the chubby boy up, he still nodded in agreement, saying that he could carry the remains together.

Aya Ishikawa readily nodded, saying that it had already been reported and there were no procedural issues.

Ishikawa Takamatsu said no more, squatted down, and carefully picked up pieces of bone with bamboo tongs, gently placing them into a burlap bag. He moved extremely lightly, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping person.

Zheng Yi and the others were not afraid of the remains of their ancestors. They learned together how to collect the bones and ended up filling five bags, one for each person.

The rain was still drizzling, and the mist in the mountains and forests was getting thicker. In the distance, the deep sound of the bell from Fuquan Temple could be faintly heard, mingling with the sound of rain and spreading leisurely through the valley.

The group followed the old man, trudging along the slippery stone steps deeper into Bian Mountain. Through the rain, a corner of the vermilion temple eaves gradually emerged from the mist.

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Raindrops, carrying the sound of bells, fell on their shoulders. Just as they stepped onto the first stone step in front of the temple, a pale blue, semi-transparent light screen suddenly appeared at the edge of Zheng Yi's vision. Lines of text appeared one by one, following the rhythm of the falling raindrops.

Click to open immediately.

[Special Event - Enemy at the Gates: You chose the [Emperor Chongzhen Defends the National Gate] route. After a great victory in the Battle of Beijing, you are now personally leading an army to invade enemy territory.]

[Emperor Wen rose from Beiping, swiftly sweeping away the armies of the realm. Six times he flew over Yanran Mountain, finally capturing the Xiongnu chieftain's court. Your achievements, inscribed on stone at Yanran, have been recorded in history and are praised by all.]

[Strength +1, Current: 2/5 Newton Power Worker]

[Speed ​​+1, Current: Amateur Runner 3/5]

[You have obtained the item: Transfer Card x1. Annihilate 100 million enemies, and seize Taiwan. When it's no longer feasible for the emperor to guard the nation's borders, fleeing to the secondary capital is also a wise strategy.]

[Transfer Card: This card allows for a strategic transfer to a random location. Please use it with caution.]

A retreat?

Should I avoid his sharp edge?

Zheng Yi wanted to loudly rebuke Game Master like this.

But upon closer examination, the "transfer card" was not without its merits. If Zhu Youjian had been half as fast as the bald man back then, he could have at least sent Crown Prince Zhu Cilang to Nanjing, and the Ming Dynasty might have lasted for another hundred years or so, just like the Eastern Jin and Southern Song Dynasties.

Shaking his head, Zheng Yi placed the [Resurrection Card] and [Transfer Card] together in the shortcut bar for easy access at any time.

As for the emperor personally leading the expedition and inscribing his name on Yanran Mountain...

Zheng Yi glanced at the misty temple without making a sound, especially at the large rock in front of the mountain gate, which looked like a perfect place to inscribe a stone.

Behind the stone, the vermilion gate was half-closed, and the copper bells on the eaves swayed gently in the rain. A faint sandalwood fragrance wafted from inside the walls, creating a peaceful and serene scene. However, the system directly marked it as "enemy territory." Although it didn't say who the enemy was or where they were hiding, it was probably those bald monks.

A group of people carried the remains into the temple.

Fuquan Temple was small, but it was kept clean and tidy. When the guest monk led everyone to the pagoda forest on the back mountain, Master Bailing was already waiting there.

Zheng Yi had assumed that the abbot of the temple must be an old monk, but when he met him, he found that the abbot was only about the same age as Ishikawa Takamatsu, who was still at the age to be working hard in Japan, a country with a highly aging population.

Master Bai Ling's gray monk's robe was washed until it was white. His eyebrows and eyes were gentle and approachable, like a reclusive schoolteacher. When he looked at the remains, his face was full of sorrow, which did not seem fake at all.

Could it be that we've made a mistake in our suspicions? Zheng Yi hesitated for a moment, after all, he didn't have the abilities of Mioko Honbu.

But based on my first impression, Master Bailing gave me a good feeling; he seemed like the kind of enlightened monk one should be.

"The remains of the desolate mound have been there for eighty years."

The rain washed away the remaining moss, yet the blood was still fresh.

The Buddhist fire and the temple bells cannot be extinguished.

Night after night, the cuckoo weeps in the empty mountains.

All beings suffer, Amitabha!

Leading the group, he placed the five bags of remains in a stone niche beside the pagoda. Master Bailing then performed a simple ritual of deliverance with prayer beads in hand, saying that the remaining rituals would be formally held the next day after the rain stopped.

Ishikawa Takamatsu and the head monk went to the Buddhist hall to chat and finalize some details. The guest monk led everyone to the guest hall in the side courtyard.

Before long, a young monk brought out a table of sumptuous vegetarian food.

The vegetarian dishes were exquisitely prepared, with vegetarian chicken, dried bamboo shoots, and mushroom soup filling the table, their aroma rising with the steam.

Japanese temples do not prohibit meat, but this Lingquan Temple is very traditional. The table is full of side dishes, but there is not a single main dish. They are all vegetarian.

Even so, Cheye, the chubby boy, still had his appetite wide open and tried to grab the vegetarian chicken first, only to be given a sharp tap on the forehead by Yuki: "Do you know which eight precepts Pigsy is? One of them is to abstain from gluttony."

"Bajie clearly does not kill, steal, commit adultery, lie, drink alcohol, indulge in lavish music and dance, sit on a high and wide bed, or eat after noon," the chubby boy argued.

"Oh, how did you know?"

"What an ignorant woman! If you and I listened to Boss Zheng Yi's teachings more, you would also become wise. This is what they mean by 'one is influenced by one's company'!"

Cheye, the chubby boy, would never admit it; these were the answers Zheng Yi, the boss, had directly given him in his mind just now.

"I'll teach you to be an ignorant woman and child!" Yuki raised her fist and beat the chubby boy until he was dodging and hiding again. Ishikawa Aya covered her mouth and laughed as she stepped forward to mediate the fight.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zheng Yi remained outwardly calm, but secretly slipped a palm-sized green toad out of his sleeve—it was a subordinate that Little White Dragon had just subdued the day before, and it was extremely sensitive to poisons.

He dipped a little of each food item into disposable bamboo chopsticks and handed them to the toad one by one to test for poison.

The toad squatted on the ground, licked itself, puffed out its cheeks, and hopped twice, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Could it be that I guessed wrong, and the monks weren't members of that criminal organization?

Zheng Yi was puzzled, but his appetite was whetted.

[Big Stomach: Greatly enhances digestive ability, poison resistance +30]

With this talent, Zheng Yi developed a very good appetite.

He switched to a different pair of chopsticks and took a bite. The mushrooms were fresh and the bamboo shoots were crisp. The cooking time was perfect, and it was even more flavorful than what you'd find in a typical restaurant.

"You despicable pretty boy!" Yu Ji discovered Zheng Yi stealing food, slapped her younger brother on the head again, and immediately started eating as well.

Tetsuya, the chubby boy, was not to be outdone, and even Ishikawa Aya joined the fray, chuckling to herself.