Chapter 240 All mysteries revealed, sister-in-law night club president
Maybe it's not just embarrassing, it's uncomfortable.
As for whether they like this kind of discomfort, Fang Zuo doesn't know.
Fang Zuo sensed this body, even though his Nascent Soul and soul were extremely weak.
However, this body after body training brought him some different feelings.
Fang Zuo grasped a wisp of incense power.
The power of the incense swirled around his fingertips, trying to find the direction of the shrine he should go to.
He did not dare to use too much incense power. This time, the incense power on Yumutulu's soul took him a lot of effort to remove.
It would be a bit cautious to refine and devour this thing again.
Fang Zuo slowly injected this wisp of incense power into his body.
Inside the skin, the imprinted Asura Dao patterns are interconnected with one's own meridian acupoints.
The power of the incense first rushed towards Fang Zuo's soul along the meridians and acupoints.
Fang Zuo’s spiritual thoughts spread out.
The Asura Dao pattern instantly opened up, greedily devouring the power of the incense, crushing the noisy and churning wishes of the believers, and then feeding the power of the incense back to Fang Zuo's meridian acupoints, feeding back to his body.
It really works.
Fang Zuo was delighted.
The wishes and causal forces of these believers that disturbed and entangled Fang Zuo's soul were shattered by the Asura Dao patterns.
Among the six ancient reincarnation paths, the Asura path was originally a unique existence.
Although the Heavenly Court has cut off the Asura path, it is no problem for the Dao Pattern to digest these chaotic causes and effects of nature.
Fang Zuo pinched out a few more wisps of incense and continued to refine them.
It's just that the Asura Dao pattern was not engraved deeply, and it was filled with the power of the incense in a few seconds, and the absorption began to become slow.
Fang Zuo has been practicing Taoism for so many years that he certainly knows the principle that dripping water wears away a stone and sand piles up to form a tower. Cultivation cannot be rushed.
He stood up and stretched his strong body, feeling quite satisfied.
However, after consuming a few wisps of incense, the body began to have a slight scent of incense.
Although many people who have reached this level of cultivation no longer value the physical body, it does not mean that the physical body is useless.
In several ancient wars, the most powerful fighters were usually immortals who had achieved sanctification in the flesh.
And he also embarked on this path through the body of Asura.
Although based on this Asura remnant, the achievements are very limited.
However, it is foreseeable that it won't be long before I can rely on my physical body to pass through the barrier of incense and enter the kingdom of God and heaven of those religions.
Fang Zuo removed the concealing formation and strode out.
It's another night.
Looking at the bright moon above from Mount Fuji, although it is still bright and clear, it is not as big and round as the one I see in my hometown.
only.
There is one thing that is everywhere.
They are just short-sighted and desperate ants, no different from back home.
Fang Zuo was looking up at the moon.
Several figures jumped out and surrounded Fang Zuo like grasshoppers under the moonlight.
"Finally you came out. We've been waiting for you for a long time." One of the figures took two steps forward, the moonlight shining on his face. A Taoist with a white beard bowed with a whisk and said, "Exalted, Your Excellency."
She was wearing a Taoist robe with yellow and white chrysanthemums embroidered on the hem of her skirt.
"My name is Haneda Michihiro, and I am from the Jiuju School. Have you ever heard of me?"
Fang Zuo looked at this Haneda Michihiro with amusement.
A bright moon was in the sky, and the mountain breeze was blowing. The Taoist priest had fluttering sleeves, was well-dressed, and spoke in an elegant manner. He had a kind of immortal air and the demeanor of a great man.
It’s just that the chrysanthemums embroidered on the Taoist robe look a bit fancy and out of place.
Seeing Fang Zuo looking at him without saying anything, Haneda Michihiro coughed and continued, "I think your concealment formation is really mysterious. Although we have discovered it, we still can't find a way to break it. I wonder which Yin Yang master family you are from?"
"Don't talk nonsense, just say what you want to say." Fang Zuo frowned: "I don't have the patience to wait."
"You!" The Taoist's companion stood up and shouted, but was stopped by Haneda Michihiro. He glared at his companion, then turned to Fang Zuo and said with a smile, "Please don't be anxious, sir. I am taking up a little of your time to ask you something. Since you have set up a concealment formation on Mount Fuji, you must have seen the battle between the Asura's remnant spirit and the others a few days ago?"
"I have seen it." Fang Zuo said.
Michihiro Haneda's face lit up with joy, yet also a little surprised.
The Jiujiu sect has always been a transcendent existence in Japan relying on its formations.
As one of the members of the Jiuju faction, he naturally had a deep understanding of the battle formations.
But this young man's simple concealment formation was so mysterious that even he himself could not break it. It was definitely not something that an ordinary Onmyoji family could set up.
The fact that he did not shy away from the fact that he had seen the remnant soul of Asura further demonstrated his confidence in himself.
"May I ask if there is anything left after the destruction of Asura's remaining soul?" Haneda Michihiro asked with a smile.
"Some original power was left in my hands." Fang Zuo said lightly.
The Jiujiu sect members, who were dressed like Taoist priests, were overjoyed upon hearing the news. Just as they were about to step forward, they were stopped by Haneda Michihiro's eyes.
"Okay, we are also worried that the original power of Asura will harm the local people. Since it is in your hands, we are relieved." Haneda Michihiro shook his whisk and bowed his head, saying, "It is our fault for disturbing you, please don't mind."
Fang Zuo glanced at the Taoist with white beard in surprise, and found that he had quite a keen eye.
"What? You guys aren't coming to rob?" Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Then can I leave now?"
"Your Excellency is joking. I dare not do such an overstep." Haneda Michihiro shook his head, bowed slightly, and made way.
Very low posture.
Since this young man is totally unpredictable, let him go first and follow him to find out the details before taking action.
Those who are arrogant and impulsive will not live long.
But the young man didn't move at all and seemed to have no intention of leaving.
"What force did you just say it came from?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.
"Have you ever heard of the Jiuju School?" Michihiro Haneda said proudly.
Any direct descendant of an Onmyoji family with some heritage will definitely know them.
"I have heard of it." Fang Zuo nodded and smiled, ""Dry Day Fish Belly White" Feng Shui Bureau in Lujiazui, Shanghai, was also designed by you?"
"That's right." A proud look appeared on Michihiro Haneda's face.
The Jiujiu School, who consider themselves the descendants of the Qin Dynasty, laid a feng shui formation for Japan for hundreds of years, which nurtured the prosperity of Tokyo, but this is not their proudest work.
In their view, only those Feng Shui masters who can defeat China can prove their identity as orthodox bloodlines.
When the dragon vein of the ancestral dragon awakens and Shanghai takes off.
The World Financial Center built in Lujiazui is built on the intestines of the dragon fish that jumps over the Huangpu River.
This action of the fish organs helping the dragon veins was taken advantage of by the Jiujiu sect.
In order to prevent Tokyo's underground dragon energy from being sucked away by Shanghai, the Jiujiu faction bribed the winning construction company and designed the building of "Saber Supporting Red Sun".
It created the Feng Shui layout of "a knife piercing the fish's intestines, the sun roasting the Pujiang River" and "the fish's belly turns white on a dry day".
Once the building is completed, the dragon fish will be stabbed by a knife and will not be able to jump over the Dragon Gate or become a dragon vein, which will inevitably delay the dragon's soaring into the sky.
In the end, it was cleverly resolved by Chinese Feng Shui masters.
Fang Zuo nodded: "I also heard that the 'Wind and Thunder Seventy-Twenty Nail Formation' on the dragon vein of China's Qinling Mountains was also made by you?"
Michihiro Haneda became even more proud after hearing this.
He personally participated in planning this game.
"Yes, it was us who used the 72 villas as an excuse to build the Dragon-Severing Stakes and set up the '72 Wind and Thunder Formations' to kill Conglong. Unfortunately, we were discovered in the end and failed."
Speaking of the failure, Michihiro Haneda kept shaking his head, feeling very regretful.
"That's all." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Give me your life."
Haneda Michihiro took a step back and looked at Fang Zuo warily: "What do you mean, sir?"
Fang Zuo was too lazy to talk to them any more and was eager to try out the degree of strengthening of his body.
A light punch.
Suddenly, there was a strong wind, howling and wailing.
The surging air waves swept away the snow within a radius of dozens of meters, revealing the frozen ground.
Michihiro Haneda's pupils shrank slightly, and with a sweep of his whisk, a huge earth shield appeared in front of him.
There was a loud 'boom' sound.
The earth shield shattered instantly like porcelain hitting a hammer.
The punch was still powerful and headed straight for Michihiro Haneda's face.
Michihiro Haneda's figure faded, and the frozen soil under his feet began to melt like soft mud.
His body sank into the mud and water in an instant, and then appeared ten meters away the next second.
Earth escape?
Fang Zuo smiled. This pure physical strength was indeed extraordinary. Not only did he not use any spiritual energy, he didn't even use any blood. He just punched with such power.
"You really want to be our enemy." Haneda Michihiro sneered, "So you are just a martial arts master. I think I overestimated you."
He shouted, "Take action."
Several companions beside him waved their hands instantly, and ice cones, fireballs, water charms, and all kinds of spells flew towards him.
These are indeed some basic Taoist techniques, not those messy Yin-Yang techniques.
Fang slowly threw a punch with both hands.
The Asura pattern on his arm flashed.
The incense power that had been refined into the body before gushed out.
A stream of black light shot out from the fist like a raging fire.
There was no sound and no loud noise.
But everyone from the Jiuju Sect was stunned in the black light for an instant.
There was no movement in the body, as stiff as a statue, and the pupils of the eyes disappeared instantly and turned white.
Fang Zuo could see the souls of these people showing expressions of fear, and then they instantly disappeared in screams.
Fang Zuo felt this power, an experience he had never had before.
It is not included in the Five Elements and Yin and Yang, and does not belong to the Taoist or Buddhist system.
'Pah, pah, pah.'
A burst of applause interrupted Fang Zuo's thoughts.
A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a white suit came out, his pair of brown brogues showing his British style.
He has the appearance that women and girls like.
"Your Excellency the Infinite, fellow Taoist, I am honored to meet you." The man made a standard Taoist bow.
It was a bit out of place to perform such an orthodox Taoist bow while wearing such a standard Western-style outfit.
Fang Zuo turned around and looked at the middle-aged man. He had a good appearance and his realm was not low.
He laughed and said, "I thought you would attack from the dark, but I didn't expect you to come out."
"There is no need for a sneak attack." The middle-aged man also said with a smile: "Since fellow Taoist is also a Taoist, we are family. I should not be rejected if I ask my family for something."
"Which Taoist sect are you from?" Fang Zuo looked the middle-aged man up and down and asked with interest.
"My Buddhist name is Xuanfeng, and my name is Samdao." The middle-aged man raised his palm and saluted.
"What the hell?" Fang Zuo frowned.
Is this also a Taoist sect? "Samfa Dao said this to the white people, so that they can understand it when preaching." Xuanfeng said with a smile: "Sanluo Tianshi Daofang is the correct name."
"What is the Third Heavenly Master?" Fang Zuo frowned even deeper.
If this guy didn't have orthodox Taoist skills, Fang Zuo would have slapped him in the face long ago.
Tianshi Dao is Zhengyi Dao, and Longhu Mountain is the ancestral temple, but what is the prefix "Sanluo"? "Sanluo Tianshi Dao" Xuanfeng said with a smile: "This is the branch of Taoism founded by my master in North America."
Establishing a sect of one's own? Or in America? Fang Zuo smiled. If what Xuan Feng said was true, he would really admire his master.
In America, the Protestant stronghold.
Protestantism has always adopted a nonchalant attitude towards cults.
The more cults there are, the easier it is for them to act. If they want to cause trouble to someone, they can just pretend to be a cultist and do anything.
However, the United States has launched an all-out crackdown on orthodox religions, and in recent years few orthodox religions have been able to gain a foothold and preach in America.
"I'm curious about how you preach in the Protestant territory." Fang Zuo asked with a smile, "Can Jesus let you go?"
"Oh, that's right. Jesus is just one of Laozi's incarnations. Strictly speaking, we and Protestantism are one family." Xuanfeng said with a smile.
Fang Zuo was stunned and burst into laughter.
Hahaha.
He began to admire his master more and more.
"I happen to have our doctrines here. If you are interested, you can take a look at them. You can also join our sect." Xuanfeng spread out his hands, and a booklet appeared in his hand and handed it to Fang Zuo.
Fang Zuo took it with a smile. There was a Tai Chi icon on the cover.
The yin and yang fish eyes are replaced by Tao and the cross respectively.
Open the first page.
On the title page, Jesus is sitting in a teaching chair, holding a staff, with a wheel behind his head.
Wearing a religious robe and practicing Taoist techniques.
A row of large English propaganda slogans are on it: Christ is the eternal way
There was a strange look on Fang Zuo's face.
This is equivalent to directly raiding the Protestant Church’s home.
The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are one and the same, and are nothing more than the incarnation of Lao Tzu.
I have to admit that this Sanluo Tianshi Dao is quite powerful.
"Okay, I admit it." Fang Zuo threw the booklet back.
"Since fellow Daoist has admitted that I am one of us, then just give the things to me. Don't ruin the relationship." Xuanfeng said as he took the booklet and put it away.
"You also want the original power left by Asura?" Fang Zuo shook his head: "You don't have the ability."
"Whether you have this ability or not, you won't know until you try." Xuan Feng slowly took out a small black banner: "I know that your realm is not low, but the spiritual energy is so shallow now. Even if you have a higher realm without spiritual energy, it will be useless. But I am different."
"You also have a magic weapon." Fang Zuo looked at the small banner and felt it looked familiar. After a closer look, he found that it was something he recognized.
Xuanfeng threw the small black flag into the air.
The small flag rolled and hovered in the air, shook, and dropped a talisman.
The talisman swelled up in the wind and shook in the air like an old cow shaking off lice, shaking off countless tadpole spells.
These tadpole spells were like countless leeches, overlapping in the air and forming a huge skull.
"Where did you capture so many resentful souls?" Fang Zuo's eyes narrowed and he realized that these tadpole-like spells were transformed from resentful souls.
They were all bound in small black banners.
"I just came back from Ukraine. It's not strange to collect some resentful souls on the battlefield." Xuan Feng bowed slightly to Fang Zuo and said with a smile: "I don't want to make things difficult for my friends, but those who stand in my way will die."
Following his bow.
The huge skull made up of the spell let out a ghostly howl and rushed towards Fang Zuo.
Fang Zuo didn't move either.
Let the skull crash into your flesh.
The moment it entered the body, this huge skeleton made of tadpole talismans actually showed an expression of fear.
Then it disappeared silently.
If it were in the past, Fang Zuo would have killed both the small magic flag and the Taoist Xuanfeng in the white suit with just one slap.
Even if this skull were to enter a flesh body, it would all be refined once the divine consciousness was unleashed.
But now.
He could crush all these resentful souls with just his physical body.
"You..." Taoist Xuanfeng looked at Fang Zuo in surprise, "How can your body be forged like this? Forging the body with the Thirteen Supreme Scriptures? Impossible. Unless you have forged the Dharmakāya, you can't have such power."
Fang Zuo looked at this Taoist Xuanfeng who was also a direct descendant of the Taoist sect and sighed: "This small banner of yours can be used not only to collect souls and refine ghosts, but also to separate souls and refine souls. I'll give you another chance, you might as well use it on me."
Taoist Xuanfeng looked at Fang Zuo in shock, and immediately saw through the magic weapon given to him by his master.
Who is this man?
Grit your teeth.
Taoist Xuanfeng pinched his fingers and pointed at the small black flag floating in the air.
Suddenly, a black light shot out from the small flag and fixed Fang Zuo's spirit platform from a distance.
A pulling force was about to suck out Fang Zuo's soul.
Fang Zuo smiled and let the black light pull him away.
A huge pressure was pulled out.
It was as if the wrath of heaven was coming, forcing Taoist Xuanfeng to kneel on the ground with a 'bang'.
He gritted his teeth and trembled continuously, saying in a trembling voice: "No, it's impossible. Yuanying Zhenren, how come there is another Yuanying Zhenren in this world besides Master?"
Fang Zuo was not surprised to hear what he said. Based on this small banner, he knew that his master was the same as himself.
Jiangxi, Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Town, the soul-calming banner of the Demon-Subduing Hall.
At the mouth of the well in the Hedian Hall, there are two yellow talismans of heaven and earth written by heavenly masters, which suppress the souls of the 108 evil stars in the well.
It disappeared a hundred years ago, how could it appear here?
"Fellow Daoist, please come out." Fang Zuo said lightly as he looked at Xuan Feng, who was unable to breathe and was pinned to the ground by him.
A divine soul rushed out from the Xuanfeng Lingtai.
The world is solemn.
As vast and panic-stricken as Fang Zuo's soul.
"Greetings, fellow Taoist." A Taoist priest in purple robe with an unclear face descended from the sky, stood in front of Xuanfeng and bowed to show respect.
"You're welcome." Fang Zuo bowed in return.
"It is my fault for offending you, fellow Taoist. Could you please give me some face and spare my life?" said the Taoist in purple robe.
Fang Zuo thought for a moment and said, "Answer me a few questions and I'll spare him."
"Three questions." said the Taoist in purple robe.
"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded.
"The first question is why the road to heaven was cut off."
Fang Zuo asked.
Since this Taoist was also in the Nascent Soul stage and achieved enlightenment before him, he must have also taken the path to ascension.
Just don't know why it's here.
"There are gods and Buddhas everywhere in the sky, but there is no one there. Only the Heavenly Palace exists." The Taoist in purple robes replied.
Empty? Fang Zuo was surprised. He thought of many possibilities, such as the power of creation was fading and the gates of heaven were closed.
But I never expected it to be empty.
The entire heaven was empty. Why did all the gods and Buddhas leave? Where did they go?
No wonder Buddhist statues in Japan receive no worship at all.
Without the gods and Buddhas in the sky, where would the incense have to go?
But why can China still receive it?
Fang Zuo was a little confused.
"The second question is, why did you come back?" Fang Zuo continued to ask.
Even if there is no one in heaven, we can still stay here. Why should we go back to this place where there is no spiritual energy?
“Within thirty-three days, there is no more power of destiny. There is no hope for the future, and we can only come back.” The Taoist in purple robe replied.
Fang Zuo was silent for a while.
There is no more power of creation in heaven, so what is the point of staying?
"The third question is, what do you want to do?" Fang Zuo stared at the Taoist in purple robe.
No one asked him who he was.
Since he ascended to heaven earlier than himself and took away the Demon-Suppressing Banner from Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi, his identity is obvious and there is no chance of second choice.
but.
He placed so many chess pieces in various places and went to North America to establish a religion and preach.
I think the large-scale formation set up by the US military in Japan was also his work.
What on earth does he want to do? "I can't answer you this. It's not that I won't answer, it's that I can't answer." The purple-robed Taoist said after a moment of silence, then pointed to the sky.
"Let me change the question. Where is he? Now that you're back, where is he?" Fang Zuo nodded to show that he understood and asked again.
“I can’t answer you that. I can only tell you that what he and I did were different. We had disagreements, so we parted ways.” The Taoist in purple robe replied.
"Okay, let your apprentice go, but I'll keep this one." Fang Zuo pointed to the small black flag floating in the sky.
"I didn't expect that you would like this little thing. Take it." The purple-robed Taoist smiled slightly, then was silent for a while and said, "Why don't you..."
"Since he has a disagreement with you, why should I go with you?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.
When anyone reaches this level, how could they possibly humble themselves and have an affair with others?
"You are right, fellow Daoist. When we reach this level, everyone pursues a different path." The purple-robed Taoist smiled and said, "I hope my path does not block your path."
"It's hard to say." Fang Zuo shook his head.
"It's really hard to say." The purple-robed Taoist nodded and bowed, saying, "Then I'll take my leave. See you on the road, Taoist friend."
"It's better not to meet." Fang Zuo said with a smile.
"It's better not to meet." The Taoist in purple robe also smiled, waved his hand, and disappeared with Xuanfeng.
Fang Zuo closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then waved his hand and took the small black flag into his hand.
Stride towards Tokyo.
Inside the suite of the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.
The bald old man was on a video call.
"What? All high-ranking Shinto priests in Tokyo died? An acquired god in the kingdom of God also perished?" The bald old man was so surprised after hearing these words that he couldn't speak.
The loss to Shintoism is huge.
"Do you think it's possible that he did it?" the person on the other end of the phone asked in a deep voice, "After all, it seems that he is the only one who could have done it."
"Sir, I dare not speculate, but... I haven't seen that sir for a long time." The bald old man said, "Even the business we handed over to that sir, he has never come to take over."
"The Shinto oracle said that the assassin who assassinated the Queen of the Kingdom of God has died and disappeared. Everything fits together." The person on the other end of the phone said, "It must be him."
"Then, what should I do?" asked the bald old man.
"Take back the industrial property, since no one wants it." The person on the phone said calmly, "This is a huge fortune."
"Hi!" the bald old man responded.
The bald old man opened the business group and entered with the president's account.
Issues all company instructions regarding restructuring.
In the group, a separate message was sent.
[President, can I meet with you alone and give you some advice? ]
【Come to the Imperial Hotel Tokyo [601] suite. 】
【OK】
The bald old man looked at the man's profile picture with an obscene smile on his face.
This kind of situation has been seen too many times. When a woman takes the initiative to invite the president, what else could it be?
It's nothing more than sacrificing oneself in exchange for positions and other benefits.
Look at this picture of a woman wearing a white sweater, with a charming and delicate face.
The side curves are raised, she is a rare beauty.
But I just love this one.
When he looked up, he saw a figure standing at the door, looking at him with a frown.
"My lord," the bald old man said in a trembling voice full of fear.
With a "click" sound.
The phone fell.
The bald old man was shaking all over and shivering, not daring to pick up his phone.
Fang Zuo walked in and picked up his phone.
Looking at the messages in the industrial group.
Fang Zuo looked and realized that this was his sister-in-law who had taken over the body. (End of this chapter)
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