Until Guo Dalu left, Sojiro Noda's father, the old monk, still sat in the cemetery and muttered to himself, in the drizzle, looking desolate.

"Brother Dalu, can all these Japanese monks get married?"

Seeing Guo Dalu walking out of the cemetery, Wang Xiaolu, who was a little worried, suddenly relaxed her expression, quickly met her, and asked in a low voice: "How is that old monk? You didn't kill him, did you?"

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "We are here today for travel, not for killing people. This old monk is a man who has lost his son. If I kill him again, it would be too cruel. Why not let him live."

Wang Xiaolu spat, "He is alive so much, knowing who his son-killing enemy is, but he can't take revenge. This may be more desperate for him than living."

Guo Dalu laughed, "I just like to see such people's desperate and helpless expressions!"

Wang Xiaolu gave Guo Dalu a blank look, "You are so cruel!"

Senmaji Temple is right on the side of Mount Fuji. The two walked out of Senmaji Temple. Guo Dalu looked up and smiled and said, "This Japanese are really interesting. They use an active volcano as the symbol of their country. What is the name of the 'Saint'? Hehe, when one day this mountain suddenly erupts, I think what else do they call this mountain?"

Wang Xiaolu said: "Oh, you are not allowed to discriminate against small countries! At least Japan still has Mount Fuji. If you go to South Korea, their country is called nothing. There is not even a symbolic thing!"

Guo Dalu laughed, "You can't say that, the Korean stick is still quite famous."

To Guo Dalu, Mount Fuji is like a tomb, and even the local residents of Japan sometimes call it a demon volcano because this mountain has taken many lives in history.

The two of them came to travel, but after they had a thought, they came to the most famous scenic spot in Japan, so they naturally would not miss it. They brought sunglasses to each other and went up the mountain in a low-key manner.

While the two climbed up, they met a tourist who was broadcasting live. It was a young Chinese man. He was holding a large screen mobile phone with a look of amazement and shouted to the screen of the mobile phone: "I'm here to Mount Fuji. If you don't see you, this is the Saint of Japan! Oh my God, it's simply incredible! Unfortunately, I didn't arrive when the cherry blossoms bloom. I heard that when the cherry blossoms bloom, it was so beautiful!"

The young man held his cell phone and shouted affectionately: "The celestial guest came to visit the top of the clouds, and the dragon lived in the abyss of the old cave. The snow was like silk, the smoke was like a handle, and the white fan hanged upside down in the East China Sea. This is a poem by a Japanese poet who depicts the beautiful Mount Fuji. Oh my God, it is so poetic!"

He held his cell phone and sighed while walking, "The country of Japan is full of self-improvement. The entire Yamato nation is a nation with etiquette. On the other hand, our country, tsk, I am embarrassed to say that I am Chinese here, and I am afraid that people will be looked down upon!"

"Some time ago, I took photos of the Japanese military uniforms during World War II. Have you seen them? The Japanese at that time were so powerful, and there were so many people in China, but they didn't even want to resist at that time. They were really not qualified to live in the world..."

This young man is a fanatical Ha Japanese member at first glance. Now, the person who watches his live broadcast must be someone with a common hobby.

Wang Xiaolu said: "I watched it online some time ago and said that there were several Chinese men wearing military uniforms from World War II and taking photos in front of the Holocaust Memorial Hall. After this photo was posted online, it aroused public anger. However, because it blocked its face, no one could find the person who took the photo."

She turned on the camera of her phone, recorded it at the young man in front of her, and whispered to Guo Dalu: "I didn't expect to meet such a person here!"

Guo Daluo said: "Looking back, the police can check it out to see if the ancestors of these people are Chinese or Japanese remains."

During this period, somehow, China has many fanatical fans of the Japanese. These people agree with Japanese culture very much and admire the Japanese army most. For this reason, many people bought Japanese military uniforms from World War II and secretly took various photos in various memorial halls to express their admiration for the invaders.

It is difficult for you to understand what their brains are thinking about. If these people worship Japanese during World War II, it is still a worship of the strong, at least a reason to be a traitor. Most traitors have been like this since ancient times.

But today, China is strong in its national strength. Whether in terms of economy, military, or culture, it is already a well-deserved power, and Japan is far inferior to China.

At this time, as a Chinese citizen, he had to lick the Japanese. This was not only because he was born to be humble, but he really couldn't find any other persuasive reason.

Seeing that the guy in front of him became more and more unbearable, Guo Dalu walked forward, reached out to carry his neck, took his cell phone with his other hand, and said to the cell phone: "I am Guo Dalu."

He pointed his phone camera at himself, "I don't know what you guys who watch live broadcasts think. Is it interesting to be a good person? "

At this time, Wang Xiaolu came over, took the mobile phone and took the live broadcast room number, and said to the mobile phone screen: "I am Wang Xiaolu! Are you all Chinese? Why do you want to watch such a live broadcast?"

The group of people watching the live broadcast were immediately in an uproar after seeing Guo Dalu and Wang Xiaolu.

"It turned out to be Guo Dalu!"

"Why did he go to Mount Fuji?"

"Go away! This room is not safe!"

"Start the second emergency plan!"

"withdraw!"

Within a few seconds after Guo Dalu and Wang Xiaolu appeared and talked, a group of people watching the live broadcast disappeared from the live broadcast room in unison, and there was no more movement.

"You...you let me go!"

At this time, the young man who was carried in the air by Guo Dalu struggled desperately, "Let me go! Let me go! Robbery!"

Guo Dalu put the man down and reached out to pat his shoulder, "Life well, don't die too early!"

With a confused look on this person's face, Guo Dalu returned the mobile phone used by this person for live broadcast to him, "Are you a Japanese or a Chinese?"

After seeing clearly that it was Guo Dalu, the man was stunned and stood there.

Guo Dalu and his wife ignored this person and continued to climb up the mountain.

While walking, Wang Xiaolu posted the video she had just taken on her Weibo, "Today, we came to Mount Fuji with our elder brother. After coming out of the Asama Temple, we met such an incredible person. Some time ago, this person who took the photo that everyone had been looking for should be this person, and he admitted it in person!"
Chapter completed!