The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism
chapter-1139

When Tojo and Matsushita came closer to take a look, their scalps almost exploded. They felt goosebumps run across their bodies. On Osaka's face, there was a bright red sole print! The patterns on it were clearly visible, as though they were made of vines.

They didn't bring such shoes, nor was any one of them wearing such shoes on their feet. Then where had the shoe come from?

"The sole of a straw shoe…" Matsushita said, trembling.

Tojo subconsciously looked at the photo Sakata had pointed at. It was a photo of a Japanese soldier stabbing into a Chinese man who was tied to a wooden stump. The Chinese man was wearing a pair of straw shoes!

Tojo felt like his brain was about to explode. How could there be such a coincidence?

Fangzheng looked at the trio who were frightened out of their wits, then at the Savior shoes in his hands. He then looked at the straw shoes in the picture and suddenly grinned, revealing a sinister smile. He thought, "Today, I'll help my ancestors deal with these unfilial children!"

"Tojo, it can't have been a ghost, right?"

Tojo shook his head and said, "That's impossible. There are no ghosts in this world. If there were really ghosts, the taijin wouldn't have been able to wipe out the shinajin."

"The taijin definitely had something to ward off evil, but we don't. It's useless to just rely on military uniforms." Sakata cried.

"What are the three of you doing? Why aren't you changing your clothes? I'm still waiting! We won't be able to take the photos if someone comes in a while." At this moment, Yamamoto, who was on guard, came over and urged them.

"Go ahead and change. You first." Before anyone else could say anything, Tojo spoke first, then gestured for Matsushita to stand guard.

When he heard that it was finally his turn, Yamamoto didn't suspect anything and quickly ran over to put on his army uniform. Then, he stood with the pit of ten thousand corpses behind, raised his head arrogantly, and said, "Come, take this pose!"

Tojo looked at Sakata who in turn asked, "I'm snapping the pic?"

"Do it. I'll watch. If I find out who's behind this, I'll kill him," Tojo said.

Sakata took a deep breath and picked up his cell phone and said to Yamamoto, "Be prepared. I'm going to start."

As Sakata spoke and was about to press the shutter…

Pa!

A crisp sound rang out.

Sakata's hand trembled in fright as his cell phone fell to the ground. Only then did he realize that he wasn't the one being slapped!

Just as Sakata was about to say something, he saw Yamamoto looking past Sakata like he had seen a ghost.

Sakata turned his head abruptly, only to discover that someone had thrown a shoe, hitting him to the ground. He couldn't get up at all! A large sole print could be seen on his face.

"Old Luo, are you alright? Oh, my bad. Tojo, are you alright?" Sakata was the fastest to shout out Tojo's form of address.

As Fangzheng realized that the a**hole's surname was Luo, he felt that it was an insult to China for this man to have a Chinese surname.

Upon hearing Sakata's shout, Tojo got up. However, his eyes were clearly a little strange. It was as if he was thinking of something, but was also scared silly at the same time.

"Tojo, I told you that this place was strange, but you didn't believe me," Sakata said.

"What the hell is going on? Why did someone suddenly beat Tojo up?" Yamamoto asked nervously.

Sakata said, "There are ghosts here."

When he heard that, Yamamoto gulped his saliva. "Why don't we end this trip to Nanjing? Let's go back."

Tojo crawled up and said through gritted teeth, "Back then, the taijin stepped on a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, but they weren't haunted by any ghosts. As for us? We were frightened in such a place. In the future, when we go to Japan, will we still have the face to stand before the taijin? Besides, if this plan goes down the drain, it will be a huge blow to our organization. On the contrary, if we succeed, it will be a huge inspiration!"

"Tojo, what do you mean?" Yamamoto asked.

"We continue. We'll take the pictures separately. I don't believe this guy can beat us all up! Just one pic, and we'll win!" Tojo said fiercely.

When Yamamoto and Sakata heard that, they were excited.

Sakata said, "Isn't it just being slapped once or twice? It's just a moment of pain. For victory, I'm going all out!"

"Let's do it!" Yamamoto echoed.

Thus, the three of them stood separately and picked up their phones, ready to take another photo.

When Fangzheng saw this, he pricked up his brows and thought to himself, "Since all of you are so stubborn, I'll let you have a good time!"

With a thought from Fangzheng…

Sakata picked up Tojo's cell phone to take a picture of him. Tojo took a picture of Yamamoto. and Yamamoto took a picture of Sakata. This way, they could take the pic quickly.

However, when the three of them raised their phones, they were horrified to discover that they couldn't move their fingers! They could no longer take photos.

Following that, the three were horrified to discover that their bodies were moving forward. Then, the three of them came together and faced each other.

At the same time, the three realized that there was actually an empty spot beside them! Before they could ask, they saw Matsushita walking over with a flustered look and standing by their side.

At that instant, the four of them had the ominous feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Almost at the same time, the four of them began to take off their shoes. Each of them held two shoes and stood up, placing them on each other's faces.

"No way… It'll be leather shoes this time!" Sakata was on the brink of tears. It was already so painful having his face smacked by a straw shoe. To have a leather shoe hit him in the face would be no different from using a hammer! Someone might die!

"No, no…" Yamamoto was afraid as well. They had spent a huge sum of money for this operation, spending large sums of money to customize a full set of military uniforms, including military boots. These boots were meant for real marching. They were extremely heavy and extremely solid. In an instant… he seemed to see his death approaching.

"No matter what you are, we all have the same blood flowing in our veins. Don't be like this…" Matsushita said.

Tojo bit his lips and shouted. "Come on, I'm not afraid of you!"

With this roar, Tojo clearly saw three pairs of resentful eyes.

Almost at the same time, a Buddhist proclamation sounded. "Amitabha, as you wish!"

The next moment, the four of them swung their arms and their big leather boots high into the air, and they smashed down!

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

Four dull thuds caused the four of them to feel their visions turn black as they fainted on the spot.

"The show is about to begin. Patrons, are you ready? Since you worship Japan's militarism so much, This Penniless Monk shall send you to meet their soldiers. Have a good experience of what it means to be a beast!" After Fangzheng said that, he picked up his cell phone and sat down beside the four of them. He began to search silently. "Unit 731…"

At the same time, A Golden Millet Dream expanded and brought the four poor souls who believed themselves to be Japanese—they were actually a group of weeaboos—into a dream…