I became the King of Ryukyu

Master Bai Ling naturally agreed wholeheartedly, after all, the injuries on Ishikawa Takamatsu's face were not faked, and he had indeed been harassed by various wild right-wing organizations or individuals over the past few years.

"Hmm, my stomach is churning." Master Bai Ling looked at the empty plate; all the jade pastries had been eaten.

"Amitabha Buddha, this old monk has also been greedy. As I get older, my digestive system is indeed weaker."

Saying this, he clutched his stomach and went to the outhouse.

After bidding farewell to the monks, Ishikawa Takamatsu gathered a few younger monks together, told them about being beaten, and reminded them to be careful as well.

Zheng Yi sat at the table, his hand holding the teacup steady, and nodded solemnly in agreement: "That's outrageous! These people are hiding and acting suspiciously. They dared to attack you today, and they might cause trouble again tonight. Don't worry, Village Chief, we will definitely guard this place and make sure they don't leave alive!"

He spoke with righteous indignation, but secretly he breathed a sigh of relief—luckily, he had been given enough Rejuvenation Pills, and judging from the old man's strong voice, he should be alright.

Ishikawa Aya, standing nearby, was eager to try: "We can't just sit here and wait to die. Let's set up some defenses first."

At the police station, she was constantly hampered by right-wing elements. Now, in this desolate wilderness with no transportation, it was just like a classic scene from a classic mystery novel: a murder in a snow-covered castle.

Even if we don't kill him, giving him a good beating would be excellent.

Everyone then relied on their own abilities and competed with their fists.

The group acted immediately, quietly getting to work under the cover of night.

Ishikawa Aya skillfully used hemp rope to tie a tripwire, attached a copper bell, and hung it around the doors and windows; Tetsuya, the chubby boy, moved a solid wood square table behind the door and scattered pebbles and broken porcelain under the threshold; Yuki found some coarse hemp, tied it into a slipknot, and hid it in a dark spot beside the door; Zheng Yi also took a tin staff from the Vajra statue in the side hall and pretended to go on patrol.

I must say, this bronze tin staff, though a bit heavy, is actually quite well-designed.

With its roots reaching the eyebrows, twelve interlocking rings, and a sharp cone at the end, it's practically a deadly weapon for murder and robbery.

After leaving the guest room, Zheng Yi slipped away to the bamboo grove.

He took out disinfectant spray from the game inventory, sprayed it all over his monk's robe, and then changed into this outfit.

Next, use [Spiritual Transformation] again.

The middle-aged monk was in good shape, not like Master Shi, but somewhat similar to Zheng Yi, only much shorter.

The [Spiritual Transformation] lineage includes bone-shrinking techniques, which can compensate for this deficiency.

The imitation of the face and voice is only so-so.

Fortunately, Lingquan Temple was in a state of partial power outage. Zheng Yi wandered around in his monk's robes, and the monks he met on the way greeted him.

As the night deepened, the sound of rain pattering on the roof tiles was gradually mixed with the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Uncle Shouzhen, what are you doing wandering around here? The abbot has been looking for you for a long time." A young novice monk carrying a lantern appeared at the corner of the corridor.

"My phone is dead." Zheng Yi lowered his head, trying to blur the outline of his face.

The young novice monk didn't suspect anything and said, "Then please come with me."

"Where are we going?" Zheng Yi wanted to grab the young novice and torture him, but after thinking about it, he decided to follow him first.

In an open space in the backyard, two other young monks were carrying things. They deliberately kept their footsteps very light, but they couldn't hide the muffled thuds of metal barrels colliding, and there was also a pungent smell of fuel. In the heavy rain, it was not very noticeable unless you smelled it carefully.

No wonder their toad agents came up empty-handed; toads' sense of smell is far too weak compared to that of mammals.

What are these monks trying to do by fiddling with fuel in the middle of the night? Are they trying to burn us all to death?

Damn it, we must strike first!

Zheng Yi took out a tin staff from the game warehouse and swung it around, knocking down all three monks, including the little monk who had led the way.

[Lü Boshe sharpens his knife to slaughter a pig; Prime Minister Cao exterminates his entire family.]

"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me; your noble character earned the admiration of Cao Cao, the Chancellor of the Han Dynasty."

Your charm +1, [Charm: 90]

Did Cao Cao give it a thumbs up?

Zheng Yi looked at the three little monks on the ground, their heads bleeding, but they hadn't gained any experience points at all.

Holy crap, they called the wrong person again!

Zheng Yi quickly took out the sack of Rejuvenation Pills again and poured them down the throats of the little monks like cat food.

"The generator's fixed!" Just then, another monk, his face covered in grease, ran over. "As long as we fill up the tank, the guest rooms can have their lights on too... Brother Shouzhen, what... what happened?!"

Zheng Yi shoved the sack behind his back and said with a sorrowful expression, "A group of right-wing thugs attacked them. Take me to see the abbot."

Zheng Yi was tired and didn't want to play Werewolf anymore.

"Abbot?" the greasy-faced monk said coldly. "Why go looking for that sentimental fool? Let's just follow the abbot's orders, turn on the electricity in the guest rooms, and once we have a clear view, we'll just grab our guns and rush in, kill that old man and the other man, then tie up the brother and sister. Wouldn't that be a great success? After all—"

"Going solo is a tradition of our Great Japanese Empire!" the monk said sinisterly, his face appearing particularly ferocious in the candlelight.

……

The night light outside the eaves was flowing down the vermilion wooden pillars, and the orange candlelight shone through the lattice windows, casting crooked shadows on the bluish-gray stone floor.

Who would have thought that such a group of fanatical right-wing elements would be lurking in a temple that collects the remains of victims of the Ryukyu Massacre?

Zheng Yi resisted the urge to smash the fallen monk in front of him into a pulp with his tin staff, and followed behind him with his eyes down.

The other party had a gun, and he became a little scared.

The thick skin developed in the secret realm can at most withstand the slashes of cold weapons, but bullets are real firearms, and being hit by one will definitely pierce through the chest.

Fortunately, he had a [Resurrection Card] and a [Transfer Card], especially the [Resurrection Card] which could automatically take effect after death, which made Zheng Yi feel a little more at ease.

Cheye has at least leveled up to level 2. If I can hold him off for a while, he should be able to escape with his sister.

As for my maternal grandfather's words...

He's getting on in years, isn't he?

……

Lingquan Temple is not a very large temple, but the rain caused flooding, so it took the two of them almost five minutes to reach the abbot's meditation room courtyard.

There were ten monks standing under the corridor, exactly one-fifth of the total number of monks at Lingquan Temple.

The hands that usually ring bells and chant sutras are now gripping guns, and the person is bowing their head to wipe and inspect them.

It was a crude homemade gun that was obviously hand-assembled at a glance—the smoothbore barrel, made from scrap steel pipes from abandoned buildings, was crooked and twisted; the barrel was wrapped with several layers of old burlap for anti-slip purposes; the stock was a haphazardly nailed block of pine wood with burrs on the edges and dark brown rust in many places.

This thing is officially called a "modified iron pipe shotgun". Online, netizens would probably affectionately call it "the famous sword Abe no Kiri".