I became the King of Ryukyu

The term "famous sword" is just a joke. This kind of homemade gun requires pouring black powder, iron shot, and lead pellets into the muzzle for loading. Its effective range is at most twenty meters, and its accuracy is entirely dependent on luck. After each shot, it has to be disassembled and reloaded, and it might even explode.

Zheng Yi felt a little relieved, as the homemade gun was no more powerful than standard military firearms.

Didn't you see that Abe-san withstood two shots and only died from a ruptured aortic arch when his female bodyguard, the hermit, performed chest compressions on him?

If it were Zheng Yi's sternum and heart, which had been reinforced hundreds of times, he definitely wouldn't die from two shots.

As long as I don't get instantly killed, I still have several sacks of Rejuvenation Pills in my warehouse, which should be enough to heal back up.

He even wondered if he could get one to take back; Tetsuya would definitely like it.

"Shouzhen, why are you running around at this crucial moment!" A rough, hoarse voice came from the end of the corridor.

The speaker was Abbot Xuanhai, the de facto second-in-command of Lingquan Temple. He was broad-shouldered and had his monk's robe collar open. A shallow scar on his left eyebrow extended from his temple to his sideburn, revealing his fierce appearance.

He twirled a brass bullet casing between his fingers, his tone full of disdain: "That old bald monk Bai Ling is just sentimental, so soft-hearted. Last time he hired people to cause trouble at the izakaya, he even paid local thugs, afraid of hurting those two brats. He's completely disgraced the organization!"

"If you ask me, the head of this organization in Okinawa Prefecture should be you, Abbot!" another monk said indignantly. "You are the one with the deepest family background in Buddhism and the most profound understanding of Buddhist teachings."

"Eh—you can't say that. Although my father and uncles followed the Imperial Army to the Chinese battlefield to perform rituals for the fallen heroes, and were indeed highly accomplished monks, that was all the glory of our ancestors."

Xuan Hai shook his head and continued, "After all, the old bald monk Bai Ling is the only one who survived the 'divination experiment,' so don't make things difficult for this old monk."

He snorted resentfully and slammed the spent cartridge against a pillar, making a crisp sound.

Zheng Yi stood to the side with his head bowed and eyes downcast, but in reality, his eyelids were twitching from listening.

Can someone explain to me what a "deification experiment" is?

Is this world not a world where only I have the law, but some kind of extraordinary world?

However, upon calm analysis, Zheng Yi felt that he was probably overthinking it.

These monks treat a few fire pokers like precious treasures; their so-called "deification" is probably just that—a myth.

At this moment, a young monk next to him, whose hands were covered in rust from cleaning his gun, looked up and complained, "Abbot, with these broken iron pipes, can we really get anything done? We don't even have a proper magazine. It takes forever to reload after firing one shot. When the police come, we won't even have time to run away."

"Don't worry, those tax thieves wouldn't come to a place like this. As for weapons..."

Xuanhai sighed, leaned against a wooden pillar, and looked up at the sky. "It's all thanks to that 'ecstatic Abe-san'... After Abe-san was killed with a homemade gun, those useless cops in the police department have been doing nothing but diligently monitoring weapons control for the past two years. The organization is already incredibly lucky to have managed to get this batch of weapons—Okinawa isn't like America or the Philippines, do they really think heavy weapons are like cabbages that you can just pick up anywhere?"

Zheng Yi stood to the side with his hands hanging down, listening intently while his mind raced through the information. Suddenly, someone slapped his arm hard.

"Shouzhen! What are you daydreaming about!"

The old monk Xuanhai had already walked up to him: "We're going to do something big tonight, how can we let our nephews go on an empty stomach? Didn't I tell you this morning to prepare a special vegetarian meal? Have you finished it yet?"

Zheng Yi's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that this old monk was also skilled in martial arts; he hadn't even noticed him getting close.

Fortunately, he was careless, and the old monk Xuanhai opposite him was also not wary.

In the dim light, he had no idea that his good junior brother had been sent to the Western Paradise by the big buttocks of a primary school student weighing over 180 pounds.

Xuanhai emphasized the word "specialty," clearly implying that he should order something more substantial.

A main dish?

A hearty dish is great!

I'm afraid you won't eat the main dishes!

Zheng Yi remained expressionless and quickly clasped his hands together and nodded, "It's all been arranged long ago, Senior Brother, don't worry."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pretended to hurry towards the dining hall. After turning through two corridors and confirming that no one was around, he immediately slipped into a side hall filled with miscellaneous items. After confirming that there were no eyes or ears around, he had a thought and his consciousness sank into the game warehouse—the next second, his fingertips touched a warm food box.

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After confirming, Zheng Yi carried the box back to the covered walkway.

"The food is here!" he shouted.

In 1872, the Meiji government issued the "Prohibition on Eating Meat and Having Wives," which allowed Japanese monks to eat meat, drink alcohol, grow their hair, and get married.

However, Lingquan Temple has always maintained the traditions of Ryukyu monks. These monks are usually suppressed by the Bailing faction and can only eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures. Their mouths have long been so bland.

Seeing the glistening, oily braised pork belly and the soft, crispy baked buns, how could they resist? They devoured them with great relish.

Ten minutes later:

The monks' robes were torn into countless strips, fluttering down. Including Abbot Xuanhai, the eleven monks appeared to be having a massive sex party, all shirtless, clutching their chests, their faces flushed, and muttering incoherently.

"This...this minced meat contains the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss...even the scars on my monk's robes are glowing!"

"Buddha, I'm sorry! But this old monk is already in the form of a donkey!"

……

Between lewd remarks, Xuanhai managed to speak, twisting his body as he asked, "Shouzhen, what...what did you give us to eat...?"

"It's the stuff that will send you old dogs to hell!"

Zheng Yi shouted loudly, stuffed a handful of Rejuvenation Pills into his mouth, and raised his tin staff to strike anyone he saw.

This time he held nothing back, each move a powerful and heavy lunge strike, splitting the monks' bald heads like watermelons.

"Baka yarou!" Xuan Hai exclaimed in shock, trying to run away, but his body was still twisting and he couldn't move his legs. "Shouzhen, you're possessed by an evil spirit!"

"That's right, the evil spirit has come to claim your life!" Zheng Yi reversed his staff, and the sharp point at the end stabbed into Xuan Hai's stomach, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Xuanhai was like an earthworm pinned to a thumbtack, still writhing wildly, tearing his monk's robes and rubbing his skin against the mud and stone bricks.

"Ah, what a wonderful experience on my tongue—ah, it hurts so much—the sweetness of the starch makes my soul tremble—ah, Shouzhen, you betrayed the organization, you deserve to die—I feel like I'm in my mother's arms—"