The monk who had guided me left the room, and the room was full of tired heads and wayward eggs.
"Yes, but it sounds awful."
A head who laughs at the depravity of Mount Bee and puts his mouth on the liquor he has poured on his road eggs.
"I don't want to be told by the Lord who is playing wildfall or anything. Nevertheless...... how many years?
"It's been eighteen years. No, was it seventeen years?
"Lord... you're not old enough. Have you finally completed the art of immortality?"
As a matter of fact, the actual age is no different from the road egg.
"It wasn't that hard."
It's a magical mouth-watering road egg, but your head says it without incident.
"Sell in the art, and your Lord will be born."
"I'm not going to serve anybody. Dirty. And the immortality that I have knitted is not something that can be done to people. It's something you learn and use."
I was concerned that your head was somehow self-derisive about the words of the road egg. The reason for this is that Tired himself will know after he meets immortality. It is not that difficult to aging the body, but it is impossible to aging the mind without proper care. Therefore, even if there is a technique of immortalizing others, it does not lead to immortality in the true sense.
"All the superiors keep their nerves tingly pointed."
"Is something wrong?
Your head asks the egg to change the subject.
"Ozhang's tremendous lying embezzled our territory. The court also sent the text of the Temple Territorial Recovery, but Oda has ignored it."
"Is that Oda who took Mino and went up... Three good people are leaving, joining hands with their feet, rebuilding the shogun, and dropping the right flying bird."
"It was last year. He can do whatever he wants without fear of the Buddha."
"If you're blind, you can curse him."
"I tried. I can't. The antiquity and strength of his soul is incalculable in its resistance to spells. It's hard to kill."
Way eggs that flaunt your face at all costs.
To be honest, your head thought it was a good feeling. The tyranny of the Yenji Temple is so much worse. The monks break into the courtyard in charge of divinity in a group every single incident, passing me through, threatening the precarious shogun to give money, lending high interest on the back of their annual contributions, setting up checkpoints on their own all over the place, winding up taxes, drowning in booze and women, and then drowning in greed, power and authority as a Buddhist authority.
There is such power and force. I find it painful because a dignified biter appeared against an all-you-can-do lunar temple.
"So, what can I do for you?
"Remember how you met spirit-free technique. Professor, will you?
"It's... it's better for the Lord to produce a new technique by tapping Nanban technique, just like what I did, than by telling him my technique as it is. That's faster than telling me how to do it."
Even more sincerely, it was a road egg that I thought the very act of teaching was troublesome.
"Then teach me the art of Nanban and what to do."
"I have a book I wrote down, so I'll give it to you. I don't need it anymore. However… there are conditions"
The gaze of the road egg turns to tiredness.
"Give it to me, that Inhuman Son beside your Lord"
Tired felt his whole body scared by the dialogues of road eggs he spoke with a favorable grin.
When I looked tired at your head, he looked very grumpy. Look at that, tiredness relieves the heart.
"Dirty. You... just said that kind of greed in front of me, you filthy ear. And I have a dirty memory of it. Whoo-hoo, what a filth."
"Then we don't have to talk about this. Let's go."
As your head put it, I also disgusted the road eggs, and threw them away with an obtuse face.
"No. I won't leave. I'll take what I want with strength. That's how I behave."
Your head throws a liquored jar at the head of the road egg and rises up. I stood so that I could get tired of it.
Without squeezing the egg, it emitted more mindfulness than the eye and broke it in two in the air. A broken jar falls on the floor to the left and right of the road egg.
"No matter how talented you are, thieves remain thieves no matter how far they go"
With the mockery, the road egg also rises.
"Light eggs."
When the road egg gives a shout, a total of nine oval lights appear next to and above the head of the road egg, three each.
"Is that what you created based on the Nanban technique?
"Taste..."
Each of the nine elliptical light spheres strikes you head and tired in different orbits.
Tired flew from the spot, but his head grabbed his tired arm and fastened it.
All the light spheres bend in great orbit along the way, passing beside the immobile head and tiredness. If it flies sideways, it's likely it was a hit.
(Your head reads that far... No, that's not all)
Tired felt a rather powerful bond between tiredness and the space in which you were at your head. But the pillars of the kingdom are the three pebbles on which your head rests. If destroyed, the junction will also be broken. Of course its presence would be scattered over road eggs.
"Tired, you stay out of this, stay in the junction. But just be careful not to break the line."
That's what your head says, and you go out of the junction. This means that only the three pebbles placed on the tatami should be guarded against destruction.
(Well, this guy wants tiredness, so he won't kill tiredness, just in case. Even the light sphere now would have hit me if I was tired and moving poorly)
Your head circles calmly as you look at the road eggs.
"I was just bored, too. I have envied and felt the Lord's vagrant life. That life doesn't seem like it would be disabling to the enemy. But... I've succumbed to the luxury and peace of living in a nice room in the temple, eating good food all the time, and holding women all I can every day. Is that what I can do to take your head down?
Way eggs that talk in a tone like you ate a person. But the word sounded tired, as the voice was filled with confidence.
"O Way Egg, I will not deny your way of life. But when you were fooling around with me, you didn't smell so bad."
"An unpleasant smell?
"Ever since we met again, I stink from you. The stench in my heart is puffy. The peace and power gained in the temple has corrupted you. I knew it... that's not a good idea. Look at you. Again, I could feel that my chosen path was the right one. As far as the current dialogue is concerned, I think I know."
"Well... it's sad to hear your head say that."
Even in the words of your head, the wayward egg casts a spell without shaking your mind, calmly depositing as it is.
(This monk is pretty strong...)
I feel tired when I see the standing of that tattered road egg confronting your head. Equivalent to that star charcoal bell sound the other day, or maybe more if I suck.
Your head activated the procedure before the completion of the Taoist Egg procedure.
"Desired Heavenly High Qi Qing"
Most of the colors of the indoor spaces changed. The light changed blue, many warm colors turned blue or water, and all the areas that were originally cold turned black. The part that was originally black remains black.
The colour of your head and eggs has also changed. But only tiredness in the junction and its surrounding colors remain normal.
(all of a sudden... do you use this technique...)
I have seen your head use this technique in action only once before. It was when a fairly powerful monster was the opponent.
(I don't know how, but I know it is...)
Laughing invincibly, Way Egg also completes the procedure.
What was placed at the foot of the road egg swells and swells. Until it swelled somewhat, I didn't notice your head or tiredness, and I'm not sure what the hell is swelling.
It will eventually become human. Tall enough to reach the ceiling. But the horizontal width catches my eye better than the height of my back. And the thickness of your arms and feet. The skin is dark blue - but this must have changed from its original color with your head. I felt that my skin had a unique texture and that I had seen it somewhere, both tired and smart.
"Go, no! Bun golem!"
In response to the honking of the road egg, the human-shaped it-bung golem turns to your head. Hearing the words of the Taoist egg, your head finally understood what it was.