My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 223 Idealists Are All Villains
Fujiwara Xingkong opened the door, and what appeared in front of him was a room with several large bookshelves like a maze.

The walls, ceiling, and passages are buried in the bookshelves, and there are various ancient Japanese books and documents, foreign portraits, and some items of unknown use.

Open books, pens with dried ink were scattered on the floor, and even a bookshelf had been overturned and lay across the aisle.

Fujiwara Xingkong took a few steps, passed through this room, and came to the entrance of the Japanese room on the inside.

This rectangular, black and white Japanese room has an altar in the middle.A few white candles were placed on the altar, and the candlelight was faint, dimly reflecting the scenery in the room.

On the table are green willow branches, pottery, salt, rice on a white copper plate, water and sake in a bottle, sea bream and several kinds of fruits and vegetables.

On the other side of the altar, there is a talisman with thick ink marks, which looks like it has just been painted.

Fujiwara Hoshizora's eyes fell in front of the altar, where Ibaraki Doji sat with his back to the door. The light shining in from the window reflected on his body, showing a faint golden luster.

"What are you doing?" He pulled out Onikiri and asked calmly.

Ibaraki Doji didn't look back, "I'm waiting for you."

"We're here." The Onikiri in Fujiwara Hoshikora's hand pointed at his back, "Then what?"

After hearing Fujiwara Hoshizo's concise words, Ibaraki Doji replied: "I want to chat with you."

"At this point, what else is there to talk about?"

"Can't you wait now?"

"To be precise, I can't wait any longer."

Fujiwara Hoshizora said coldly.There was no emotion revealed in his voice, but the plain tone gradually transformed into oppressive force, exuding suppressed anger like a lion.

Ibaraki Doji smiled softly, "Look at this altar."

He happily changed the topic, and Fujiwara Hoshiku's eyes fell on the altar.

Ibaraki Doji draws something on the paper with a brush, without a sense of solemn ritual, it looks more like a child happily doodling.

Fujiwara Hoshiku turned his eyes away from the altar, and fell back behind Ibaraki Doji: "What do you mean?"

"On the last day of the Meng Lan Pen Festival, you said that if the souls of the ancestors could not return to another world in time, what would happen to this world?"

"What do you want to say?" Fujiwara Xingkong frowned.

"The function of this altar is to close the passage, so that the dead souls of the ancestors cannot return to the place where they should go. Now, the sacrifice is ready, and I only need a thought to activate it."

"Is this your backhand?" Fujiwara Xingkong felt very troubled. One thing he was sure of was that if a large number of undead remained in the real world, it would definitely bring immeasurable consequences.

"Ha ha."

Ibaraki Doji laughed loudly, Fujiwara Hoshiku couldn't see his expression, but saw his back trembling with the laughter.

At this time, he finally turned his head to face Fujiwara Xingkong, with a faint smile in his eyes, "Sit down and see if you can convince me."

Fujiwara Xingkong put away the knife and knelt down in front of him.

The moonlight fell on the deep courtyard, and birds were chirping. The atmosphere of silence in the room lasted for a while. Ibaraki Doji said lightly: "I didn't expect that in the end, all my efforts were in vain because I failed to kill Xia Xirin. Flow east."

His tone was flat, with a hint of self-mockery, Fujiwara Hoshizo shrugged: "She is my girlfriend."

"girlfriend……"

Ibaraki Doji's voice was a little hoarse, and he paused: "Your US-Soviet dispute is quite interesting. The representative of the proletariat finally became the son-in-law of the capitalist class, which is interesting."

Fujiwara Xingkong nodded slightly: "Yeah...it's really interesting. But what does it have to do with you?"

Ibaraki Doji closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and said in a calm tone: "Since you can also see so many problems in this country, why do you stand on the opposite side of me?"

Fujiwara Hoshiku shook his head, "I'm just standing on the opposite side of evil."

"There is no absolute good or absolute evil in this world. Good and evil are not static things, but constantly change the place and position they are in. A good thing may be converted into evil in the next moment, and vice versa. .”

When Ibaraki Doji said this, his speed of speech accelerated, "History is written by the victors. A hundred years later, a thousand years later, time will prove that the evil of the present is the greatest good for the future."

"History is written by the victors." Fujiwara Xingkong looked indifferently, looking into his eyes, "This sentence is what the young Major General Piper said after the war. It will be eulogized. It’s just that you missed the second half—but the truth is only known to those who have experienced it.”

"It's like World War II. If the Communists were victorious in World War II, the atrocities they committed would be glorified, praised, and praised by future generations. But even now, many victims of World War II are still alive What is the truth of history in this world? Their existence is the truth of history."

After saying this long paragraph, Fujiwara Xingkong's eyes became sharper, "Your so-called "goodness for the future" is nothing more than my own subjective interpretation. Even if I agree with your statement, it is not objective after all. Description. "Interpretation" is a conjecture about the cause of a phenomenon, while "description" is the semantic representation of the phenomenon itself."

"You also agree with my statement?" Ibaraki Doji only grasped this point, and laughed: "Yes, only by sitting like me can we save this feudal country covered in "modern" skin, right?"

Fujiwara Xingkong sighed: "Sorry, I'm not interested in these."

"Why? If you are not interested, why did you sum up so many social ills, and why can you point out the problem? I have wanted to invite you to join my camp for a while."

Fujiwara Xingkong said honestly: "I wrote those things just to pick up girls."

"Pick up girls.?"

"Yes, at that time I made such a sensation in order to get close to Xia Xilin safely." Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't help but smile when he remembered his previous coquettish operation, and then continued: "I am a person with no ambitions." People, I just want to live a good life with the people around me. For idealists like you, I'm sorry, we can't talk."

"Idealists." Ibaraki Doji murmured and shook his head: "For an ordinary person, reality is the most important thing. Do what is beneficial, and everything else is imaginary. Their catchphrase is "Adults only talk about things." Benefit. ", "Don't mess with those nonsense, tell me what you can get! "But it's obvious that you are not an ordinary person, nor a person who puts interests first."

"You think highly of me." Fujiwara Hoshikora cupped his hands, "I'm really not as great as you think."

Ibaraki Doji looked directly at the starry sky of Fujiwara, his eyes flashed with dangerous madness, and he didn't mean to be joking at all: "Is it because you became the son-in-law of Xia Xi's family and a vested interest?"

Fujiwara Xingkong is a little angry, why is this monster so stubborn, will he listen to people?
"Listen!" He stood up, holding his hand on the handle of the knife, with a serious expression: "No matter what my identity is, I will never agree with your behavior style!"

Ibaraki Doji's lips trembled, as if he had something to say, but in the end he still looked at him without saying a word.

"A basic principle of modern civilization is that everyone's life is equally precious. If you adhere to this principle, many things will have no answers. It can only be said that this is the price of civilization. If you deny this principle, it is the big Villains, generally speaking, idealists are the villains in movies.”

"Do you know the big villain?" Fujiwara Xingkong roared, and slowly pulled out Onikiri: "You know Thanos, right? Isn't he doing the same thing as you are doing now, sacrificing some people in exchange for the future, how great Ah! Dead people, how many people die is a big deal, right? Maybe you want to say, revolution, it’s not a dinner party, isn’t it normal for people to die? Shit, who the hell was born just to be killed by you? The one who came down? Did you ever think about the fact that he died in your revolution, leaving eternal pain and fear in his life? Did he provoke you?"

Ibaraki Doji stared at him blankly, looking at the expression on his face, as if looking at Tono from the mountains under the twilight, there was a slight coolness in the wind, and melancholy suddenly felt in his heart.

"Something like you deserves to be scolded!" Fujiwara Hoshizo pointed Onikiri straight at him, "Talking about ten thousand words, you are just immersed in self-satisfaction, immersed in your own dream of saving the world!"

Ibaraki Doji was silent for a long time.

In fact, he spent so many years arranging it, so naturally he couldn't be convinced so easily.Using his connection with Rashomon, he made a plan to reopen Rashomon.He secretly controlled the Dose Gang and used Shadow Mountain Shipping to transport overseas monsters for him.He deliberately allowed Kageyama Shipping to be acquired by the Shinomiya Consortium, and successfully brought the Shinomiya Consortium into his own camp, providing a large amount of financial support for his plan.

Moreover, by bewitching Tsuchimikado Yasuhiro, he also recruited a lot of people within the Shinto.The urban legends created over the years have cleared many obstacles for him and perfectly concealed his own existence.

He carefully accumulates his strength and runs his own business secretly, hoping that one day he can unknowingly make the whole country look brand new.

But what happened in the past month completely disrupted his plan.

First, Rashomon's plan was exposed in advance, and then the Dokse Gang and Shinomiya Kaiyun were hit by Jiuke's precision. Years of hard work were all in vain in just one month.

What's more deadly is that Rashomon has been sealed again, which means that his plan has no possibility of success.

And all these changes were caused by this person in front of him.

Ibaraki Doji looked at the starry sky of Fujiwara with cold eyes, and said in his mouth: "This altar has been activated now, you cannot destroy it, but I can tell you that as long as you kill me, the altar will collapse automatically, and dead souls can also Find your way back again."

Fujiwara Xingkong nodded, "That's what I mean."

In a calm and indifferent tone, he stated his thoughts in his heart. He held the knife and slashed at it.

Ibaraki Doji's body disappeared in that instant.

The moment Fujiwara Xingkong cut through the air, he activated his skill perception, and then turned his gaze to look for his figure.

there!

When he turned around to look over, Ibaraki Douji's appearance had changed dramatically.His eyes were bloodshot, and saliva slowly flowed from the corners of his mouth.He roared at Fujiwara Hoshikora, his eyes blurred.

Before Fujiwara Hoshizora could rush over, the demonic power rolled up a huge whirlpool around him.The originally stable courtyard began to tremble as if it had been hit by a typhoon.

The current appearance of Ibaraki Doji is simply the incarnation of a ghost.

One-armed, with a bronze mask on his face.

The upper body is naked, and the lower body is wearing a pair of leather Japanese trousers.Thick rope-like muscles protruded under the exposed dark red skin, and the two horns on the top of the head also became thicker and larger, piercing the sky sharply like two swords.

Fujiwara Xingkong felt a sense of oppression confronting a giant beast, a ferocious and cunning unknown creature, this is the enemy he has to face now.

"Come on. This is my monster body!"

Ibaraki-douji yelled hoarsely, and took a step forward.

As he walked, a wave of majestic demon power burst out, and with a sound of "bang!", the shock wave raged in all directions in the form of demon fire centered on him.These scorching flames instantly engulfed the surrounding buildings and trees, and everything in sight sank into the sea of ​​flames.

A strong impact and overwhelming heat came, Fujiwara Xingkong formed a seal with one hand, and quickly opened a barrier to block in front of him.

"boom!"

The flames blazed brightly, flakes of stone splashed.

A violent explosion sounded immediately, and the dark sky was briefly reflected into daylight.

Amidst the dust rising into the sky, Fujiwara Hoshiku forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart, raised his knife, and walked towards Ibaraki Doji.

The flames were still raging everywhere, the stone slabs laid on the ground had begun to melt, and the buildings in the courtyard were also burning one after another. In the flames, Ibaraki Doji squinted his eyes with a surprised expression.

"Being able to take my blow, it seems that you have become a lot stronger."

"Shibie three days?" Fujiwara Xingkong smiled faintly, his expression calm.

"Then see how long you can struggle"

Then, Ibaraki Doji's eyes suddenly widened, he bared his teeth and cracked his mouth, releasing violent fluctuations of demonic power.

Once the demon power was released, it floated away from the burning flame in an instant, which also caused the temperature in the courtyard to rise further, and the more intense demon fire began to drift away from him.

The silver-white long hair, affected by the air current, stretched towards the sky, swaying vigorously in the firelight.The sturdy body of nearly two meters seems to have become a little taller, and the explosive muscles are constantly wriggling, as if the overflowing force in the body is constantly squeezing outward.

Standing in the sea of ​​flames is the ghost of Rashomon who has lived for thousands of years.

On the molten soil, Fujiwara Xingkong held a knife, and took heavy steps towards the evil spirit.

(End of this chapter)