When I was supposed to be slaying the dragon, I accidentally started cultivating immortality

In the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka, in a room on the top floor of the Kukakukan.

There were large wooden barrels placed on the wooden floor. Shuten Doji was sitting in the barrel, soaked in blood from the neck down.

There are only about five liters of blood in an adult's body. To fill a bathtub, even if it is partially mixed with water, a huge number of blood donors are needed.

After a long time, Shuten Doji slowly stood up from the bloody water. The red blood slid down his body, revealing his slender torso and corpse-like pale skin.

He stepped out of the tub and shouted toward the door: "Come in."

"My lord, I am here to serve you."

The girl wearing the costume of a court lady from the Heian period opened the door, bowed her head deeply, and walked towards Shuten Douji.

In order to serve the dignitaries who come here to gamble, there are beautiful girls with different characteristics in the Kukakukan, including styles from all over the world and ancient and modern Japan. The girl who was called in by Shuten Douji is one of the lucky ones who was selected and temporarily became Shuten Douji's exclusive maid.

"No need, I'm not used to being served." Shuten Doji walked under the shower and started to wash away the blood stuck to his body.

Because she did not get Shuten Doji's permission, the maid kept her head down and stared at the floor, not even daring to look at him. The tip of her nose smelled a strong smell of blood similar to rust.

Shuten Doji stood in the water: "Go tell Kazama Ruri that I have basically recovered and there is no need to send new blood."

"As commanded."

The maid replied respectfully, then lowered her head and turned to go out.

"Wait a minute," Shuten Doji suddenly said, "I heard a rumor here yesterday that you used to be in the flesh business?"

The maid who kept her head lowered couldn't help but trembled, and said softly: "Yes, sir, before I became a waiter at the Kukakukan, I worked in a... custom shop under the name of a gang in Nagoya."

In fact, even after joining the Paradise Hall, her work has not changed in essence. She still needs to sleep with different men constantly. It's just that the people who play with her are higher in identity and status than before. Her Income is also far higher than before.

"Are you doing this kind of work voluntarily?" Shuten Doji seemed to ask curiously.

"My father's gang owed a large gambling debt. If he didn't pay the money, his fingers would be chopped off. The family's money and house would be robbed. My younger brother would not be able to go to school, and even my mother would be forced to go... ..." The maid bit her lip and said, "So in the end I let the gang take me away, and I would make money to pay off my father's gambling debt."

"I heard those bodyguards and dealers say you're a dirty bitch," Shuten Doji asked, "Are you angry?"

"They are right, I am indeed dirty," the girl said softly, "but they are also dirty."

After working in a custom shop under a gang for several years, she rarely felt aggrieved. And what about the grievance? Those people... are right.

Isn't she really just a prostitute who sells her body? She opened her body in exchange for money. Even if she was sold to the Paradise Pavilion by a gang, wouldn't she still be doing the same job as before?

Others in the Paradise Hall never concealed their contempt and desire for them, and she was used to these dirty words. Her family and friends had long since cut off contact. She hadn't heard those reassuring voices for a long time. If one day There were no more dirty words in her ears, but they would quietly frighten her.

"No, since you didn't do this voluntarily, it doesn't count as being really dirty." Shuten Doji turned off the shower and wiped his body with a towel. "If your body is just dirty, just wash it off." alright."

The maid was stunned for a moment, and her nose suddenly became sore.

She had heard similar words of comfort from her guests countless times, but the way they were lying on her and swaying their bodies while saying such words just made her sick.

Tears lingered uncontrollably, hitting the wooden floor.

"Keep your head up."

Shuten Doji's voice was right in front of him.

The girl raised her head, revealing a face with exquisite makeup.

She is very beautiful, especially her eyes as quiet as water, which is even better than the girl idols on TV, but now her beautiful eyes are filled with tears, almost making her makeup disappear.

Her cheeks were held by both hands, and cold thumbs wiped away the tears in her eyes. She could finally see the person in front of her clearly. The person had put on a white bathrobe, and his black hair was obediently attached to his forehead. Delicate and beautiful as a girl, she was surrounded by the rich smell of blood, but her body exuded a strange fragrance.

The boy held her face, lowered his head, and asked condescendingly: "I remember your name is Koutani Hisamee, right?"

"Yeah." Koutani Shoumei responded softly, smelling the strange fragrance mixed with blood.

…

Osaka Station.

Yuankong walked out of the station, followed by women dressed as office workers.

Her name is Sakurai Machiko, and she is the accompanying translator arranged by Minamoto Chisei for Enku - you can tell from the name that she is a mixed race of the Sakurai family. She is not only a translator, but also assigned the job of a bodyguard.

Because he wanted to wait for some time for the corpse demon Lu Mingfei mentioned to join his accomplices, Yuankong did not go directly to the location of the mark, but slowly drove in the direction of the mark, passing by each other on the road. Near some famous Buddhist temples in Japan, I stopped my trip and went to the Buddhist temples to discuss and debate Buddhist scriptures with the monks.

Although Master Enku claims to be a Buddhist scholar who discusses Buddhist scriptures, according to Machiko Sakurai, the interpreter of Buddhist scriptures, this is nothing more than Enku unilaterally silencing all the monks in all the temples he passed. Several of them faced each other. The monk was so embarrassed by the argument that he even got angry and wanted to take action, but Master Yuankong could easily solve it by himself without the need for her, a part-time bodyguard translator, to take action.

It's just that the decisiveness and thunderousness of her methods made even a gangster like her feel a little embarrassed occasionally.

Looking at the direction of the compass guide mark, Yuankong hesitated for a moment, but decided to wait a little longer, in case the other party had not yet joined the other accomplices, but was alerted by him in advance.

"Amitabha," Master Enkora looked at Machiko Sakurai beside him, "Donor Sakurai, is there a Buddhist temple nearby?"

Alas...another Buddhist temple is in trouble.

Machiko Sakurai mourned in her heart for those Buddhist temples that were about to be visited by Master Enku.

…

A certain island in the sea of ​​Japan.

The rain had stopped, but the temperature continued to drop. Because his energy, blood, and mana were exhausted, and his body was injured by the Taoist Priest, Lu Mingfei, who was only wearing underwear, felt cold at this moment.

Although as long as he waits for a while to recover, he can return to a state where the cold and heat are not invaded, but at least for now...

He was shivering from the cold.

It's not that Lu Mingfei didn't live up to expectations, but shivering in the cold was an instinctive reaction of the body, and it was not based on his will.

But it’s not a big problem to be cold. It’s impossible to freeze to death anyway. Lu Mingfei was mentally prepared to endure it. When he turned around, he saw Eliyi who was still facing Shitou. At this moment, she was squatting next to him, looking at him intently.

The condition is not good, and even the perception ability has declined? Lu Mingfei felt helpless.

"Mingfei, are you shivering? Is Mingfei very cold?" Eryi asked.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit cold. Eriyi doesn't have to worry about me. It'll be fine when you turn up the fire." Lu Mingfei said.

"Hui Liyi can't make fire." Hui Liyi lowered his head slightly and said softly.

Lu Mingfei:......

Oh yes, Eriyi has been banging those stones for a long time, and has not succeeded in making a fire. After all, this kind of thing still requires some skills.

Shivering in the cold wind, Lu Mingfei was about to suggest that Eliyi change his mind. Instead of using stones, try drilling wood to make fire. However, he saw Eiliyi suddenly stretch out an arm and press it on his neck, and then The whole person lay down, her slender and warm body pressed against him, their delicate and elastic skin pressed together, and she held him in her arms.

"Eli Yi, what are you doing?" Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"Hug, keep it warm, Mingfei won't be cold." Eliyi hugged Lu Mingfei carefully, transferring her heat to him through the skin that was close together, and being careful not to touch his wounds.

"No, Eliyi, please let me go. I'm actually not that cold." Lu Mingfei tried to struggle.

"Mingfei is shivering, it's very cold," Eliyi had no intention of letting go. She even realized that Lu Mingfei might be worried about her, so he added, "Eiliyi, it's not cold."

I know you are not cold, and your physical fitness is no worse than Xia Mi. Even if I throw you into the Arctic Ocean, you will not be cold. But is this a question of whether you are cold or not? I don’t want to lose face being held in your arms like this!

Lu Mingfei tried tirelessly to persuade Eri Yi, but to no avail. He was still held stubbornly by Eri Yi, like a large pillow that a little bird clings to - even though this pillow was bigger than Eri Yi. .

Lu Mingfei could only be glad that no one saw this scene. If others saw it, he would die in a social sense. And if Xiaoqiang saw it, he might die in both a biological and social sense. die.

Fortunately, he is indeed not very cold now.