Dragon: I am writing your destiny

The people on the helicopter dropped the rope ladder, and the people who came to pick them finally arrived.

At this time, a white-haired old man was riding a bicycle hey yo hey yo passed by Gu Chen and the two, with a heavy suitcase on the car seat, looking at the cloth towel tied on his head, he looked like a ramen master.

Gu Chen couldn't help being stunned when he saw this old man with wrinkles on his face like a knife and an axe. The latter didn't seem to see him at all, pedaling his car hard to escape in the rain.

Yuan Zhisheng doesn't like ramen very much, and he doesn't know a certain ramen chef very well, but suddenly he feels that this ramen chef looks familiar.

For an instant, both of them looked at each other twice more, but as the helicopter took off, they still went in different directions.

"Go to the shrine." In the cabin, Yuan Zhisheng looked at the crowd below.

After noticing Gu Chen's gaze, he added: "I'm going to get something, and I have to explain something by the way."

A moment later, the helicopter's rotors tore through the rain, and the silence in the mountains was broken.

Gu Chen jumped off the plane together with Yuan Zhisheng, and the priests in white stood shoulder to shoulder under the eaves to greet them. The rainwater in front of the eaves hung in front of them like a transparent curtain.

The mottled Buddha's face is exposed in front of the shrine, and the rain gathers and falls between the Buddha's eyebrows and eyes, making people mistakenly think that it is crying.

Yuan Zhisheng didn't have any religious beliefs, but he suddenly wanted to buy a stick of incense tonight, so he stretched out his hand into the rain, and immediately three lit sticks of incense were handed to him.

He didn't say a word, and directly inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.

He sat down slowly in front of the ink screen, facing the open door of the palace, and the storm rushed in.

The priests surrounded him, stripped off their white vestments, and bowed deeply.

Under the cassock is a black suit and a white tie, which is a condolence to the victims tonight and an expression of the determination to go to the battlefield.

The supreme family who once mastered the entire Japanese yakuza, now the only people who can go to the battlefield are these priests.However, the priests of the family are not good people. They were all extremely evil murderers, and they were punished to come to the shrine to guard the ancestors' spirits.

"You don't need to accompany me tonight." Yuan Zhisheng said as soon as he sat down.

"Master..." the priests tightened their expressions.

Yuan Zhisheng raised his hand to interrupt them, and glanced at the figure standing under the corridor, "It is enough for the teacher to go with me."

Gu Chen was unmoved by this, he just watched the rain curtain in front of him quietly, the water droplets that occasionally fell into the corridor splashed on the shoe surface, and then slowly slid down.

"Is Erika okay?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"Patriarch Uesugi is waiting for the elders in the apse." The chief priest said, "I will take the elders there right away."

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, Erika moved from Genji Heavy Industries to the shrine to live temporarily, otherwise she might be able to sweep away the fierce ghosts who invaded Genji Heavy Industries, but she might be taken away by the fierce ghosts.

"No, I'll meet her later, everyone sit down now." Yuan Zhisheng sat up straight.

The priests knelt on the tatami, and the sound of the wind and rain outside became clearer.

"Record what I say next."

Yuan Zhisheng said slowly: "I am Yuan Zhisheng, the No.70 fourth-generation patriarch of the Sheqi Eight Family. made an unforgivable mistake.

Starting tomorrow morning, I will hand over all the authority of the patriarch to Sakurai Nanami, the head of the Sakurai family, and she will be the No.70 fifth generation patriarch.After me, family members should uphold the instructions of their ancestors, and must not pursue the body of a dragon for the sake of power and power. That is a path that will surely be destroyed. Anyone in the family has the right to kill anyone who violates the prohibition.

The 'ghosts' in black prisons should be well cared for, provided that they do not harm innocent people.Every ghost has family blood, if we treat them kindly, they will be with us, if we leave them in the wilderness, they will take revenge on us..."

He went on like this, unhurriedly, and then appointed new heads for each department of the family, handing over the contact list and all the passwords, including the keys to the family vault.

Everyone bowed and listened quietly, and the chief priest took notes like flying pens.

"Is it finished?" After a while, Yuan Zhisheng asked.

The chief priest presented the scroll in front of him, Yuan Zhisheng read it briefly, cut his finger, smeared blood on his gentian pattern ring, and printed the Yuan family's family crest at the end of the document.

He handed the scroll back to the chief priest, "Keep this letter and hand it over to Ms. Sakurai Nanami."

"Yes."

"Tomorrow I will not be the head of the family. At the last moment of my watch over the family, please perform your duties, take care of the normal operation of the family, and spend this night." Yuan Zhisheng bowed, "Please."

"Yes." All the priests bowed in return.

Yuan Zhisheng stood up, "I'll go and see Erika, and get the helicopter ready for departure in five minutes."

When he was walking towards the apse, he hesitated for a moment, and greeted Gu Zhen: "Teacher, do you want to go see her together?"

"No need." Gu Chen shook his head slightly.

"Let's stay together." Yuan Zhisheng said: "Although she didn't say anything these days when she came back, I know she always wants to see you again. She is leaving soon, so the teacher should meet her."

Only then did Gu Chen put away the umbrella, brushed off the water droplets on his body, and followed him towards the apse.

……

The walls of the apse are full of mottled ancient paintings, but the one Gu Chen saw is not a record of ancient history, but a prophecy of the future.

"The family thinks that this painting may be a figment of later generations, so it was not stripped off and sent to Genji Heavy Industries, but left here as a decoration." Yuan Zhisheng whispered.

This painting is about the day when the blood of the white king ruled the world. The white emperor sat on a chariot carried by hundreds of people. Her footprints crossed the ocean and Europe to the red plateau at the end of the earth. Hejin's attendants raised the long banners that covered the sky for her, and the blood of the enemy splashed on those towering long banners.

Wherever she went, she built cities on the basis of the dead bones of the enemy, and all the cities were connected into an indestructible giant wall. In the north, they can only wail in the ice and snow, praying for the sun to rise earlier and give them a little warmth.

The name of this painting is 'Hell Transformation'.

At this moment, under this painting, a girl in a priestess costume is sitting in the shadow of a corner with her knees hugged, and the light from the oil lamp does not reach her.

But at a certain moment, she seemed to see or hear something, and she stared blankly at the sound of footsteps, her small body that had not moved for a long time trembled, and the darkness that fell on her seemed to be ups and downs.

She stood up quickly, and the light from the oil lamp fell on her feet, flashing across her slender white ankles.A slender girl slowly walked out of the shadows, her delicate and charming figure was slowly illuminated by the bean-like lights.

"She is very happy." Yuan Zhisheng said softly.

"Good evening." Gu Chen pondered.

"You're here!" Erika held up the small book for him to read, her bright eyes were kind, "I've been waiting for a long, long time."