Half a month later.
Fuyuki City, Shinkansen station.
On the crowded platform, four figures stood out, not because of the gorgeous clothes they wore, but because of their faint Psychic Energy fluctuations.
Ask passers-by around you to subconsciously keep their distance.
The man walking at the front was in his early fifties, with a square face and a bookish look between his brows. He had silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes behind the lenses were steady and sharp.
He was wearing a dark gray suit with a silver badge on his collar, which was the logo of the Kyoto Prefecture Education Department.
His name is Masaomi Kishimoto, Second Tier peak Psychic Energy.
There were three more people following him.
On the left is a tall, thin man also wearing a suit. His names are Yūsuke Yoshikawa and Mid-Second Tier.
This man has a thin face, prominent cheekbones, and his eyes are always looking around unconsciously, as if he is looking at something.
On the right are two women, one with ear-length short hair, named Mayu Matsumoto, Early Second Tier, with regular and beautiful features, but a somewhat cold expression.
The last woman with long hair and shawl is named Ayano Hoshino, also Early Second Tier. She has a round face and big eyes, and she looks much younger than her actual age.
She was frowning slightly at the moment, looking at the gray Sky Manipulation outside the station.
"This is Fuyuki City?"
Ayano Hoshino couldn't help but speak, with disbelief and complaint in his voice.
"I thought Sakura Continent no longer had such... such an exquisite city."
Exquisite means small.
"Indeed." Yūsuke Yoshikawa took over, with a hint of complaint in his tone.
"Mr. Kishimoto, why do we have to come to a place like this to recruit students? It takes several days to run from Kyoto to Fuyuki and sit in Shinkansen.
Besides, how can a small place like this have any good talents, students, etc., let alone teachers..."
Masaomi Kishimoto didn't even look back, the eyes behind the lenses looked calmly at the city outside the platform.
"If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if it has immortals. If the water is not deep, it will be spiritual if it has dragons."
Yūsuke Yoshikawa was stunned for a moment. "What did you say?"
"It's just an old saying Central Continent."
Masaomi Kishimoto stepped out of the station.
"Fuyuki City Although it is a small city, there are some things here. Even our palace master must be polite. You must remember that you are not allowed to be arrogant here."
The other party's words made the three of them look at each other.
Even Kyoto Prefectural Lord has to be polite?
Fuyuki City?
Just this crappy place?
Mayu Matsumoto frowned and said nothing.
Ayano Hoshino and Yūsuke Yoshikawa looked at each other and saw disapproval in each other's eyes.
But Masaomi Kishimoto has already left, and they can only keep up.
After leaving the station, Masaomi Kishimoto did not go directly to Fuyuki High School. Instead, he took a taxi and turned in a remote direction until he got off at a place where the taxi did not want to go, and then walked.
Walking along an unknown path, there are low-rise houses on both sides of the path. The walls are peeling off and the tiles are covered with moss. They look a little old.
The further you go in, the narrower the street becomes, and finally it becomes a stone road that can only accommodate two people side by side.
At the end of the stone road, there is a temple.
The temple is not big. There is a faded plaque hanging on the lintel of Rashomon, with the three words "Pure Heart Temple" engraved on it.
The fence is gray-white and covered with ivy.
The withered yellow vines swayed slightly in the autumn wind, and there were a few maple trees planted around the temple. The leaves had begun to turn red and fell sporadically, spreading on the bluestone steps.
At first glance, this was an ordinary rural temple, but when Masaomi Kishimoto walked to the door, he suddenly stopped and his expression changed slightly.
The three people behind him also stopped, and the expressions on their faces gradually changed from casual to shocked.
The atmosphere of this temple is wrong.
This temple has a strange sense of fragmentation. They are obviously standing outside the door now, with the sun shining warmly on them, but what is visible to the naked eye is a completely different world inside the door.
The light there is extremely dim, and it seems that if you step over there, you will step into another dimension from the human world.
Both immortals and ghosts, two heavens.
Is this a Buddhist temple? A ghost temple, right...
" Mr. Kishimoto... is this here?"
Yūsuke Yoshikawa's voice was lowered a bit.
Masaomi Kishimoto's eyes signaled silence, he nodded slightly, and then he stepped across the threshold.
The three of them looked at each other, looked at each other, and quickly followed.
After passing through the short entrance hall, a small courtyard suddenly opened up.
The moment I walked across the threshold, the temperature in the air suddenly increased strangely.
In front of you, there is a huge ginkgo tree in the center of the exquisite courtyard. Its golden leaves fall and cover the ground, like a noble carpet.
The branches of the ginkgo tree are thick and twisted, stretching towards the gray-white Sky Manipulation, with an indescribable force and domineering feel.
Under the tree, a person was sitting cross-legged.
The man was wearing a white monk's robe with a few ginkgo leaves stained on the robe. He was clasping his hands together and closing his eyes slightly.
His face was calm, and his skin glowed with a faint golden sheen under the dim light, as if it was coated with a thin layer of gold powder.
The monk's right arm was completely blackened from the shoulder to the fingertips, as if it had been burned by fire. The skin was cracked, revealing the dark red muscle fibers underneath.
There was a faint dark golden light flowing in those cracks, as if something was crawling under the skin.
The temperature in the entire courtyard is slightly higher than outside. Kishimoto can feel that the high temperature is radiated from this blackened arm.
Third Tier.
This is Third Tier Psychic Energy.
Yūsuke Yoshikawa's legs are slightly weak.
What is separated between Second Tier and Third Tier is not a wall, but a mountain, an insurmountable gap. He has lived for decades and has seen only a handful of Third Tier.
Each one of them is a person who can influence the situation in the big city.
But such a character is actually sitting cross-legged in a broken temple in Fuyuki City?
His reaction now is almost the same as when Lu You saw Third Tier in Fuyuki City for the first time.
They all look like you are bragging.
And what frightened him even more was, who could have injured this blackened arm? Not even Third Tier could deal with it?
Anyone who can hurt Third Tier must at least be Third Tier.
And it allows Third Tier Venerable to sit here and recuperate without seeking revenge...
This weight was beyond his imagination.
Ayano Hoshino had the same thoughts running through her mind. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes.
She remembered her complaint at the station just now, and now that she thought about it, it was indeed a joke.
If you think about it, this city is indeed small, but the people who live here may not be worse than those in large cities.
Mayu Matsumoto's face didn't look good either, but she was more calm than the other two, and she just lowered her eyes slightly.
Masaomi Kishimoto is the only one who looks normal.
He walked under the ginkgo tree, about three meters away from the monk, and bowed deeply.
"Master Huashan, my Excellency, Masaomi Kishimoto, has come to visit me on the order of Kyoto Prefectural Lord."
Ginkgo leaves fall gently in the wind.
The monk slowly opened his eyes.
They were a pair of pale golden eyes with deep pupils, like two bottomless ancient wells. He turned his eyes and looked at Masaomi Kishimoto. After a few seconds, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Kishimoto Donor."
The voice is hoarse, but very gentle.
"The master of the palace is interested."
Masaomi Kishimoto straightened up, took out a letter from his arms, and handed it over with both hands.
"The master of the palace would like to invite Master Huashan to be the senior teacher of Kyoto High School. This is the letter of appointment.
The remuneration and conditions are all written in it. If the master has any additional requirements, you can feel free to make them."
Huayama Seishū did not answer.
He just looked at the letter and shook his head.
"Thank you, the master of the palace, for your kindness. A poor monk doesn't know how to teach, and if he goes there, he will only mislead his disciples."
Masaomi Kishimoto seemed to have expected to be rejected. His face did not show the slightest disappointment, he just took back the letter.
"The master of the palace said that if the master is not willing, he will never force it. But Kyoto High School's door will always be open to the master."
Huayama Seishū nodded slightly and closed his eyes again.
Silence returns under the ginkgo tree.
Masaomi Kishimoto turned around and led the three of them out of the temple.
The moment they stepped out of the threshold, the sun shone on them again, making them feel warm.
Ayano Hoshino exhaled a long breath, like a drowning person finally surfacing.
"Mr. Kishimoto..." she lowered her voice, "That master's arm..."
Masaomi Kishimoto glanced at her, indicating that she hadn't gone far yet, and then continued walking forward.
The three of them followed behind, each in silence.