Ninja Mythology: The Strongest Sand Hidden

Chapter 57 Returning to the Temple
Zong Mi held the Star Meteor Stick tightly with both hands, feeling the warm touch and the re-stored abundant chakra from its inside.

There are no other rune spells on the surface of the purple-blue stick.

Before he fell into a coma, he handed the star meteor stick to Xie, and asked him to seal the spell of Minato's "Sword of Ninja Love" above.

Zong Mi didn't want to suddenly have a Minato appear in front of him when he fell into a coma, and then use Kunai to decapitate himself, or shake his brain with a spiral pill.

After waking up these few days, Zong Mi was studying to remove the seal that Minato set on the Xingyun stick.

It took him a long time to think about the seal that Minato had set with a light touch, as if he was trying to find the end of a thread in a tangle of tangled threads. The seal was lifted, and the original function of the star meteor stick was restored.

At the time, he was complaining and sighing, Minato's sealing skills were indeed a few blocks ahead of him, and Minato's own sealing skills were also quite amazing, the Uzumaki Clan's years of precipitation would shine on him.

After slowly grinding away the technique of the 'Sword of Endurance', Zongya finally felt relieved.If you don't have a certain degree of attainment in the sealing technique, even finding this technique will be a problem.

As for erasing this technique casually, with Zong Mi's current level, that is undoubtedly too high a view on him.

"Let's go, Xie!" Zong Mi, who slung the Xingyun stick behind him, said to Xie who had just completed the discharge procedures, and then Zong Mi took the lead and walked out of the ward.

Zong Mi, who participated in two battles and ended up in the hospital, fully shows that he is in an embarrassing situation at this time.

However, he has already signed the Ryūji Cave contract, and he will definitely give Konoha and the ninjas a surprise when they meet next time.

He also swore secretly that he would never come to this ghostly place again...

But Xie looked at Zong Mi's back, and suddenly felt sympathy and admiration for him. After all, he had at least two living relatives, his grandmother and uncle (Hai Laozang).

His parents also have the hope of being resurrected now, but Zong Mi has no relatives...

The sense of happiness is also generated through relative comparison, especially when compared with one's good friends, the feeling will be stronger.

Just like many people want their true friends to live well, but they don't want them to live better than themselves.

Zong Mi and Xie strolled side by side on the street, the faint sound of the wind seemed to be echoing the rustling hawkers.

Zong Mi looked at Xie who was looking around, and couldn't help but ask, "Xie, you're not looking for that uncle who sells horse intestines again, are you?"

"He hasn't been here for a long time since the war broke out..." After walking past the place where Uncle Ma Chang often stayed, Xie's face showed a slight disappointment.

"However, the dish we ate last time in the Kingdom of Craftsman - Looking up at the starry sky pie is very good, let's find a chance to try it next time!" After thinking about it, Xie thought of another dish.

As soon as he heard this name, Zongya felt as if seven pairs of fish eyes emitting strange lights were staring at him in 360 degrees without any dead angle in front of him. His empty eyes seemed to be subdued by the deep and deep starry sky.

The extremely salty, wet and sticky taste seemed to reappear on the tip of the tongue. When swallowing, it seemed as if a lump of sticky phlegm hung in his throat. Zong Mi couldn't help retching, and his throat also felt itchy.

"No need, Scorpion!"

"It's not suitable to travel far in the near future. Let's concentrate on studying the technique of reincarnation in the dirty soil first. When you carry out the mission, grab some sacrifices and store them first. You can try this technique first!" Zong Mi quickly changed the subject and asked Scorpio will focus on other things first.

There were very few pedestrians on the street, and the two said goodbye after reaching a forked intersection and left separately.

In an ancient temple outside Shayin Village, the place is smoky, and wisps of clear smoke full of people's wishes are circling and intertwined, rising into the sky.

But they were blown away by the howling wind at low altitude.

"Uncle Yanzhen!" Zong Mi enthusiastically called out to a middle-aged monk at the gate of the temple, and he stepped over the long steps.

"It's your turn to be on duty here today?"

"Yo! Somi is back? Yes, I'm on duty today."

"Your master has been talking about you for a while, especially when I heard that our village failed in this war, and even the third Kazekage returned with serious injuries. Are you okay?" Uncle Yanzhen looked Zong Mi up and down. .

"Uncle, don't worry, even if I can't beat it, it's very easy for me to run away. If something happens, can I come back here?" Zong Mi replied with a smile.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, another couple came slowly and bowed respectfully to Uncle Yanzhen, and then they stood in place, as if they wanted to ask Uncle Yanzhen something, they did not enter the temple , but looked at Zongya secretly.

Zong Mi understood, so he bid farewell to Master Yanzhen and went to the temple first.

In the main hall, a majestic and towering Buddha statue stands against the wall, and the golden luster on the surface adds a bit of solemnity to it.

The unsmiling expression seems to be watching the world with cold eyes, but the altar in front of the Buddha statue has already been filled with various tributes.

The devout people kowtowed and begged, their lips moved with expressions of sadness, hope, or hope.

There are also some young children who were brought here by their elders. They just watched everything with innocent eyes. After the initial novelty faded, they concentrated on dealing with the candies in their hands.

Apparently, in their undeveloped, simple world, the appeal of these dull Buddha statues is far less than the sweetness that is readily available in the hand.

Zong Mi passed through the dense crowd, bursts of incense candles and fireworks blew on his face, and the orange fire light reflected in his pupils.

In mid-spring, the tall ginkgo trees in the backyard also gave the temple a touch of spring. From a distance, it seemed to be covered with a layer of green gauze.

Its dense and beautiful leaves are like a small plum-shaped colorful fan, emerald green and bright yellow, and there are many small green spots that are just sprouting.

The wind blew past gently, and the branches and leaves swayed accordingly, making a "rustling" sound, like a beautiful symphony, which formed a sharp contrast with the solemnity of the hall.

"master!"

A loud shout broke the silence.

An old monk with white eyebrows was watching under the tree. After hearing this shout, a smile appeared on his face instantly.

Zong Mi walked up to the old monk and hugged him gently.

Zong Mi's behavior caused the old monk's smile to falter, but then he turned back and wrapped his withered hands around Zong Mi's back.

"Welcome home!" said the old monk softly.

(End of this chapter)