Chapter 226 Fang Zuo's Path to Immortality
"Sister, Yui is sleeping so soundly." Shiraishi Mei came down from upstairs and saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu sitting at the dining table, eating steak bite by bite, and occasionally passing a bite to the man opposite her.
"Eat it quickly, this is yours." Shiraishi Nagimitsu pushed a piece of fried Wagyu beef next to him.
"Don't worry, I didn't put any eggshells in it." Fang Zuo said with a smile.
"Hmph you. Uh. Thank you." Shiraishi Mei was about to retort sarcastically, but when she saw her sister glaring at her, she immediately retracted her words and quickly added a word of thanks.
After pulling out a chair and sitting down, I saw the two of them biting each other. I was so angry that I picked up a knife and cut the plate, making a clanging sound.
What on earth does my sister like about this man? He can be so happy just by frying a steak.
Why don’t you ask him why he comes back so late and whether he has a woman outside.
The more Shiraishi Mei looked at this man, the more she disliked him. Why did he do that? ! ! Soon Shiraishi Nagi finished her steak and gave the man a wink.
Then a pair of big hands picked her up by the waist and carried her into the bathroom.
"You wash the dishes." Fang Zuo threw a word to Shiraishi Mei and ordered.
"Who are you? I won't wash it if I don't want to~~!" Mei Shiraishi felt her sister's glare at her, rolled her eyes, and cut the steak on the plate fiercely.
It was as if this piece of steak was that hateful man.
The bathroom was filled with mist.
Fang Zuo was supposed to rub Shiraishi Nagi's back, but in the end it was the other way around.
Fang Zuo was lying on one end of the bathtub, mostly submerged in the water.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu's body was naturally covered with white bubbles, and her huge body was even submerged in the bubbles.
A hundred times smoother than silk.
"Is the money enough?" Fang Zuo asked as he listened to Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly talking about what happened today.
"That's enough. Money is the basis for election, but the more money you have, the more likely you are to win. Otherwise, the richest people would be the leaders of these election countries. In the final analysis, the various election advertisements and those vote-buying operations that skirt the law only attract voters who don't care about elections and those who are wavering." Shiraishi Nagiko reached over and hugged the man, "More voters care about their own interests and are determined to support their ideal candidates. These are the basic base."
"I came back so late today just to visit the communities I have served."
"That's why I walked so much today that my feet are all bruised." The man closed his eyes in comfort as he felt the massage on his back, with the occasional strokes bringing more sensation.
"It's your fault." Shiraishi Nagimitsu pouted in grievance, holding the man's shoulders with both hands, and rubbing her body upwards, "It's you who made my skin more and more delicate and smooth."
"Then I won't eat breakfast anymore."
"No~~, I have to eat it every day~." Shiraishi Nagi's eyes were as charming as silk, and she lowered her head and bit the man's shoulder fiercely: "It hurts, let me die of pain~, the more painful the better~."
Abe Nosuke did not rest at this time either.
Wearing a kimono, she kneeled on the tatami at the top of the family hall.
She still had her European and American makeup on, with her plump buttocks and wine glass legs hidden in her loose kimono.
"Then this election will be the same as usual, and I will rely on you all." Abe Nosuke bowed slightly.
Kneeling in two rows below, the heads of the major alliance families responded with greetings and said, "Don't worry, Senator Abe. There will be no outside advertisements entering our business gathering place. There will be no surprises in the votes of all the employees of the joint-stock company and their families."
"Where is Shiraishi Nagimitsu? What is she doing? Is there any news about her?" Abe Noja frowned and suddenly thought of his old rival.
"Someone saw her visiting the community residents she had served this afternoon." A middle-aged man crawled below and said.
"Visiting the people?" Abe Noja frowned even deeper. "Even if she ran her legs off, how many houses could she visit? How many people could she visit? There are so many people in each constituency. What effect would visiting these few grains of sand have? What is she doing?"
"Maybe he is trying his best to win back votes." The middle-aged man said, "Many political families are not optimistic about Shiraishi Nagimitsu. After all, the opponent is coming with such a strong momentum that he is almost losing money. Not to mention that Shiraishi Nagimitsu has no family to back him up."
"Shiraishi Nagimitsu, what are you thinking about? Please don't let me down." Abe Noja raised his eyebrows, thinking that Shiraishi Nagimitsu would not do such a futile action, but he couldn't think of the meaning of her doing so.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu has fallen asleep at this moment.
Soaking in the bathtub, the warm water soothed her fatigue. She completely relaxed and fell asleep on Fang Zuo's back.
Knowing that she had to get up early to continue visiting many constituencies, Fang Zuo carried the sleeping Shiraishi Nagimitsu to bed.
Fang Zuo looked at the sleeping Shiraishi Nagiko, casually set up a concealment magic circle, and began to refine the power of the incense he had plundered in the past few days.
He separated a wisp of his soul and merged it into the incense, using the incense to shape himself into a body, then broke through the void and slowly merged into the incense barrier.
In the chaos, he was searching for the mark left by the spirit last time.
In order to prevent the Eight-foot Lady from discovering him again, Fang Zuo deliberately kept his mark away from the ancient city before his soul died.
After a long time, Fang Zuo now appeared in a busy downtown area.
As early as when he broke through the barrier of incense, Fang Zuo discovered that this small world of the kingdom of God created by Shintoism was not as large as the small worlds of Taoist ancestors and Buddhas recorded in classics, but its size was the same as that of the island nation of Japan.
This should be the limit of the world of incense under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao. If people want to develop more incense, they must launch religious wars, seize more lands, and cultivate more believers.
When Fang Zuo came to this world, he discovered that the changes inside had some mysterious techniques.
The downtown area here is very similar to the Yokohama Port near Tokyo.
The difference is that there are no high-rise buildings, and the newest building is just a single-family house from the Showa era.
The streets are crowded with cars, most of which are from before the 1980s.
But the various facilities inside are modeled after modern ones.
Televisions, electrical appliances, cars, everything you need is available.
There are all kinds of catering and retail.
The pedestrians on the street are dressed differently, including clothes from the Showa era, modern clothes, black stockings and JK uniforms.
There were also many people dressed as warriors from the Warring States period, coming and going in a ferocious manner.
Fang Zuo felt like he had entered a movie set, which mixed together thousands of years of Japanese life, creating a sense of absurdity.
Fang Zuo looked at the surrounding scenery, closed his eyes and felt the environment of this world of incense.
There is not a trace of spiritual energy, only air, sunlight and water composed of incense.
He reached out and touched the wall of a building next to him, and slowly explored it with his limited spiritual power.
It turned out to be just as I thought.
Everything in this kingdom of God is the same as what was sliced out of Momoki Kanonai's small world.
All of it is made of incense.
In other words, these physical objects do not have the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, nor do they have the two energies of yin and yang. They are all made up of incense and burning candles.
Is it a kind of hallucination?
Like an illusion, but not an illusion.
It is the most real experience.
Fang Zuo didn't know how to explain this structure in words. This was not something he was good at.
Maybe if Zhou Yuanyan were here, he would get more explanations.
What exactly is this world? Fang Zuo asked himself.
He thought of what Zhou Yuanyan had said to him.
He said:
If a person has a physical body but is always asleep, and has everything in his dreams and everything is real, it is eternal life to a certain extent.
He can also choose to leave the dream, or he can choose to stay here forever.
So, is this still a dream?
So, what would you choose? Yes, maybe you can say that he is living in a dream, and you will definitely choose to leave this dream and return to the body.
However, if a person loses his physical body, he will still live forever in a dream-like world like this.
There is no way back for you.
So, is this still a dream?
Fang Zuo did not try to find out the answer.
This kind of seemingly true but actually wrong question is not something you should ponder.
What I need is to find the way to eternal life from these places.
Your own way of eternal life, instead of living in the so-called eternal kingdom of God like these people.
Or, find a way to advance to the next level.
"Get out of the way." A big man wearing a black kimono, wooden clogs and a tea-whisker bun pushed Fang Zuo away, glared at him, and turned away.
Fang Zuo sneered and followed the big man.
The big man turned and entered an alley next to a residential building.
Fang Zuo followed closely in.
"You are so brave! You actually dared to follow me." The big man with a tea-whisker bun suddenly turned around, pulled out a samurai sword from his waist, looked Fang Zuo up and down, and said with a grin: "Show me your family emblem. Which family do you belong to?"
Seeing that Fang Zuo was unmoved and still looking at him without saying a word.
The big man said disdainfully, "A guy who doesn't even have a family crest? Then leave your incense and I will let you go."
Fang Zuo didn't have time to talk to him. He spent his energy and soul, and as soon as his mind was extended, pressure appeared instantly.
"You are God!" A look of fear appeared on the big man's face, and then he was crushed into a pile of rotten meat by the pressure.
Fang Zuo didn't want to waste his spiritual power from a distance, so he walked closer to the rotten meat, frowned, reached his hand into the bloody fragments, closed his eyes and sensed it.
In this kingdom of God made entirely of incense, he could feel that his body, which was shaped by incense, was gradually weakening with every minute and every second.
The Shinto incense in the body is being invisibly drawn away, swallowed up, and integrated into this world.
My own soul cannot bind them.
I am like a dried clay figure, with no stickiness and pieces of mud falling off constantly as I walk.
And in this incense body, the incense that he had plundered from the Christian churches was being rejected by this world and was slowly disappearing.
If this continues, the incense we have accumulated this time will not last long.
Fang Zuo sensed the flesh and blood of the big man in his hand.
The touch is exactly the same as the real thing.
The only difference is that if it is in the original world, the corpse will gradually rot every minute and every second, and finally return to the world.
And here, the big man's soul was crushed by himself.
His corpse, like his own incense body, was slowly being absorbed by this kingdom of God every minute and every second.
In other words, everyone here is made up of souls and incense, just like himself.
Fang Zuo recalled the time when he accompanied Yingkong Kurumi in the Shinto religion and casually crushed a hairless god to death, just like this big man.
It's nothing more than that the soul of that god becomes more powerful through the offerings of incense, and there is an additional mark of heaven and earth in the soul, which is the so-called deity.
Taoism does have this method of using incense to achieve advancement.
In every stage of Taoism, refining Qi into spirit is the Yuanying.
The next step of Yuanying is to hide it mysteriously, guard it silently, and gather the vitality of heaven and earth to nourish it.
After success, the spirit is refined and returns to emptiness, and the infant's yang spirit emerges.
Taoist texts record that there are five ways to become an immortal after reaching Nascent Soul stage.
Ghost immortals, human immortals, earthly immortals, god immortals, and celestial immortals.
Gathering the dead energy from the underworld, nourishing it to the primordial infant, and even achieving a yang god, is called a ghost immortal.
Gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nourishing it to the Nascent Soul, and even achieving the Yang God, is to become a human immortal.
Gathering the blessings of a blessed land, nourishing its primordial infant, and even achieving a yang god, one becomes an earthly immortal.
Gathering the creation of the thirty-six layers of heaven, nourishing it to the Nascent Soul, and even achieving the Yang God, is to be a celestial immortal.
Gathering the power of incense and fire from the mortal world, nourishing it to the Nascent Soul, and even achieving Yang God, is to become a god.
There are too many disasters for ghost immortals, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate them. Unless you are a cultivator who has achieved the state of military liberation, you will not take this path.
In this world today, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been completely lost, and the path to becoming an immortal has been almost cut off. Not to mention becoming an immortal, even I am the only Nascent Soul left.
It is very difficult for cultivators nowadays to even achieve the Golden Elixir stage.
In this situation, it is almost impossible for another Nascent Soul cultivator to appear in the future.
As for the earthly immortals, not to mention that the thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessed places have almost collapsed, and are now all tourist attractions, stinky tofu, sausages, pot cakes, milk tea and other small commodities.
It was crowded and the atmosphere was foul.
Besides, he is not the ancestor of earthly immortals. There is the most wonderful thing in this paradise in the backyard - the ginseng fruit tree.
Speaking of celestial beings, they naturally have to ascend to heaven and be recorded in the heavenly register before they can absorb the power of creation in the thirty-six heavens.
However, his own path to ascension failed, and two predecessors who had ascended to heaven returned to the human world.
Although I don’t know why the two seniors came back, I believe that the path to ascension for celestial beings has been cut off.
As for becoming an immortal, one also needs to ascend to heaven and obtain the seal of the Three Pure Ones or the nod from the Heavenly Court before being allocated incense and allowed to build temples and erect statues on earth.
To some extent, they are just like the gods in these divine kingdoms.
Even so, the power of human incense has become so weak, I am afraid that the gods are as weak as these so-called gods.
Fang Zuo's original idea was to plunder the power of the incense and the gods' kingdom to refine it into the Nascent Soul, but the endless noisy voices of the believers represented countless causal forces.
If you are not of this lineage, you cannot be integrated at all.
There must be some way.
Fang Zuo threw the big man's body parts away and clapped his hands to shake off the blood.
“Ahhhhhh!!!” A woman passing by the alley saw Fang Zuo and the big man’s bodies and screamed in fear: “Murder!!!”
After hearing her shouts, the sound of footsteps could be heard.
Many people rushed here.
Fang Zuo frowned, having no intention of getting entangled with these people here, so he could only consume his soul and leave here.
He had an idea, which was to go and see what realm the first god of this kingdom of God was at.
Maybe, a new path can be found.
In this place that looked very similar to Yokohama, he sensed a powerful soul force in the north, which corresponded to the location of Tokyo.
The sky gradually brightened.
Mei Shiraishi keenly noticed the movement in her sister's room and quickly got up.
Sure enough, Shiraishi Nagihiru walked out of the room wearing lace pajamas.
"Sister, where is that man?" Mei Shiraishi glanced outside the door and saw that her sister was the only one in the room.
No wonder I didn’t hear anything last night.
"He has his own things to do." Shiraishi Nagimitsu was in very good spirits. He went into the bathroom on the second floor to wash and dress. Seeing Shiraishi Mei still mumbling something, he frowned and said, "Are you going today? I won't wait for you. I have a lot of things to do today."
"Go, why not?" Shiraishi Mei quickly took off her pajamas, revealing a body that was just as plump as her face.
A black thong was wedged between her buttocks.
(End of this chapter)
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