Chapter 252: Yama Palace, Book of Life and Death, Fang Zuo’s Choice
Inside the bedroom of the Iwasaki family villa.
The old woman dressed as a cleaning attendant who combed Shiraishi Nagiko's hair walked in.
"What's going on, Mrs. Lunpeng, did you get it?" Iwasaki Hayabusa asked anxiously.
"Got it." The old woman nodded and took out a few strands of long hair tied with a red rope.
The middle-aged man next to him took out a champagne glass and placed it on the table in front of Iwasaki Hayato.
Iwasaki Hayabusa looked at the faint lipstick mark on the champagne glass and his blood boiled.
I wish I could smell it and taste it myself.
I have already investigated it myself.
Although Shiraishi Nagimitsu was indeed married, it was a miserable marriage.
And I can give her happiness for the rest of her life.
"Are you sure, Mrs. Lunpeng?" Iwasaki Hayabusa said to the old woman.
Mrs. Lumpong said nothing. She took out a piece of yellow paper and slowly wiped the lipstick marks on the champagne glass. Then she folded the lipstick-stained paper into a strange shape.
"There aren't many people in Japan who can escape our magic, but our magic has limited influence. Mr. Iwasaki Hayabusa, let me first explain that our Southeast Asian magic and Kumantong don't make a person fall in love with you immediately. It just creates a kind of hallucination and mental trance when you appear." The old woman took out a Yin card with skulls carved all over it and said, "This kind of hallucination can only make her feel a sense of familiarity with you. How it will develop next still requires your own practice."
"Don't worry, ma'am. I know that I need to fight for these things on my own. Just create some prerequisites for me so that she doesn't hate me." Iwasaki Hayabusa nodded.
As long as she doesn't hate me and lets herself get closer, I will be able to catch up with this beautiful congresswoman.
Iwasaki Hayabusa seemed to see the happiness in the future.
There were colors flashing in the pupils.
The old woman nodded.
The middle-aged man next to him immediately took out a piece of bright red cloth and spread it on the table.
Then place the incense altar and candles.
After the old woman muttered something, she picked up the Yin card on the table and shook it continuously.
Accompanied by weird and twisted footsteps, shaking his head.
at this time.
In a Lexus car heading towards downtown Tokyo.
Among the sundries piled in the trunk, a strange-looking little doll that had been placed there at some unknown time moved.
An illusory and eerie Kumantong slowly crawled from the trunk to the back seat of the Lexus.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu in the back row was checking emails on her cell phone.
Mei Shiraishi looked at the night view outside the window boredly.
Suddenly, the hairs on his body stood up, he sensed some inexplicable danger, and looked towards Shiraishi Nagimitsu.
I saw a black gas falling from the sky and trying to rush into Shiraishi Nagimitsu's body.
at the same time.
A transparent, fist-sized ghost doll with a hideous smile slowly crawled over using all four limbs.
"Be careful." Mei Shiraishi shouted suddenly and reached out to grab the doll.
suddenly.
There was a faint golden light flickering on Shiraishi Nagi's body.
The black gas that descended from the sky was instantly swallowed up by the light.
The ghost doll was illuminated by the golden light, and all kinds of expressions of fear were reflected on its horrific face. It didn't even have time to scream with its mouth, and it turned into ashes in an instant.
It all happened in just a second.
It was so fast that the witness, Mei Shiraishi, couldn't react.
"What are you being careful about?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned his head and looked at Shiraishi Mei in surprise.
"Nothing, nothing." Mei Shiraishi stretched out her hand and took a hair from Nagihiru Shiraishi's shoulder: "A hair fell off."
Shiraishi Nagi rolled her eyes and said, "Is it because I haven't beaten you recently that you're itching again?"
Shiraishi Mei chuckled twice, turned her head and looked out the window again, deep doubts arose in her heart.
What's going on with this golden light? Who is protecting my sister?
Mei Shiraishi is finding it increasingly difficult to understand her sister.
What happened when I was away?
Inside the Iwasaki family's bedroom.
'puff.'
The old woman turned her head and spat a mouthful of blood onto Iwasaki Hayato's white suit.
The white suit was spotted with scarlet spots, looking extremely scary.
"Iwasaki Hayabusa!!! Who is she? Is she really just a congressman?" The old woman's face was covered in blood and she shouted ferociously, "My Kumantong, the Kumantong I have tamed for decades is dead."
"He's really just a congressman." Iwasaki Hayabusa was a little scared when he saw the miserable look on the face of this Southeast Asian sorcerer who had served his family for many years.
"No, that's not right. There is a powerful being protecting her. You are killing me." The old woman saw everything clearly from the Kumantong's vision.
Such a vast golden light is not something that wizards like them can contend with.
This Shiraishi Nagimitsu is someone that he simply cannot afford to offend.
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Fang Zuo's field of vision shifted, passing through layers of space.
Came to a huge dilapidated hall.
Dozens of sky-high pillars support the roof of the temple, which is several dozen meters high.
Fang Zuo looked around and walked to the shabby dining table.
Sure enough, it was almost the same as the scenes in movies and TV dramas, and I really came here.
Where are the Black and White Impermanence and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face?
The judge, Yama, and the little devil were all gone.
The plaque of the Yama Hall was hung at an angle, and it looked like it would fall down at any time.
In the empty lobby, several sets of torture instruments were placed there, all covered in dust.
Is there ashes in the underworld?
"Of course there is nothing. People turned into ashes, ghosts turned into ashes, they are all ashes."
A gloomy voice was heard, and Fang Zuo turned his head to look.
How could I not notice that there was someone else here? I could even hear my own voice.
Fang Zuo looked in the direction of the voice.
I saw my left hand casually placed on the drum of an old Shengtang drum in the corner, and a bulging and aging face was looking at me.
His face was haggard, his eyes were dull, his mouth was dark, and he only had two teeth left.
The realm is not low. Monster?
No, there is no evil spirit.
What is this? "Nascent Soul cultivator? Great, great." Zhang Laogu was surprisingly happy to see Fang Zuo coming, as if he saw hope: "I didn't expect that after so many years, I have sent many wandering souls who strayed into the underworld, and a Nascent Soul cultivator's spirit actually came."
"Old...senior." Fang Zuo considered for a moment. Since he had been seen through by the other party, he should be polite in a strange place: "Where have all the ghosts and gods gone?"
"Gone. All gone. All the gods and Buddhas in the sky are gone. Ghosts, demons, and immortals are gone too. Not a single one is left."
Lao Gu spoke of this weakly, with a look of loneliness on his face.
"Gone? Why did they leave? Where did they go?" Fang Zuo asked.
"They've gone outside. There's no other way. The spiritual energy has dried up, the incense is no longer pure, and even the way of heaven is gone." Lao Gu swallowed his saliva: "Don't even mention the underworld. Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is gone from the entire underworld. Even the heavenly palace above was emptied long ago. Not even a piece of glazed tile is left."
"All gone?"
Fang Zuo looked at the dilapidated Yama Palace.
Indeed, it has been almost moved.
Even the dark dragons hovering above a dozen large pillars disappeared.
Only a blank and huge dragon-shaped mark was left.
A complex emotion filled Fang Zuo's heart.
Sure enough, they all left.
It feels like being abandoned.
From now on, monks will no longer have a home or a goal.
if.
There will be more monks in the future.
Fang Zuo sighed.
Amidst the complex emotions, there is also a sense of loneliness that I have never experienced before.
Although he has always walked this path alone, he knows that countless people have walked this path before him.
They are all ahead, waiting for me to overtake them.
But now... "Senior, the underworld is empty. How will human souls be reincarnated in the future?" Fang Zuo asked.
The old drummer frowned, and a drumstick flew up from the ground, scratching the drum surface, making it thump and thump. "The souls of the dead are no longer under the control of this place. In the future, there will be no judgment of good and evil for souls, and human ethics will be in chaos.
"If not this one's business, then who else should it be? Where does that person go after he dies? Doesn't he need to reincarnate?" Fang Zuo was very surprised.
"How is the outside world operating now? How can I know?" The old drummer threw the drumstick aside, sighed, and showed a helpless expression on his face: "If you want to know, you will know it naturally when you reach a certain level or die."
"Oh, that's right. The Buddha and the Three Pure Ones are gone. What are you still trying to cultivate to be immortal or to become a Taoist in the mortal world? I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to reach your level."
Lao Gu glared and muttered to himself.
"Senior, why don't you leave?"
Fang Zuo asked again, why the underworld was empty, but an old drum whose realm he himself could not understand was left here.
"After I leave, what will happen to the wandering souls who stray into this place in the future? Who will send them back?"
Lao Gu glared, then slowly lowered his eyes, looking somewhat sad:
"I can't send you off for many more times. I'm about to vanish into thin air. You said you'd come pick me up, but you haven't sent me a single message in all these years."
“I don’t know if they can gain a foothold there.”
"Fortunately, the only trace left in your souls will soon disappear, and then you will all forget about this place."
"From now on, no one will come here again, even if their soul is wandering."
"Forget it, just forget it, it's okay to forget it."
"Forget about the Three Realms and Five Elements, demons, ghosts, gods, and immortals."
"If there is no hell, who knows what reincarnation is."
"From now on, it will be a new world and a new way of heaven."
Lao Gu sighed deeply, and seeing Fang Zuo wanted to ask more, he interrupted:
"Don't ask. I still need to save some energy to send back the wandering souls that come here later."
"This monk, please do as you please. With your soul, you don't need my escort if you want to go back. Just walk out of the underworld."
After saying this, the facial features on the old drum retracted and it became a drum that couldn't be more ordinary.
Everything became quiet again, so quiet that even breathing could be heard, as if it were a dream.
Fang Zuo walked in the Yama Hall, looking around, hoping to find something.
After a few steps forward.
But there are signs of emptying everywhere.
Except for a few broken shackles and a few rotten chairs.
There were a few scattered Buddhist beads on the ground.
There is also a dining table.
suddenly.
Fang Zuo's eyes narrowed, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
He strode forward.
A mottled, old and torn booklet was placed on the table in the hall.
There are three large seal characters written on this torn booklet.
Book of Life and Death.
Fang Zuo's soul shook violently. He never thought that the legendary treasure of the underworld was placed here.
Just put it there openly.
There is nothing protecting it.
It's like a piece of trash thrown away by someone.
It seemed like it was waiting for Fang Zuo to take it.
Could it be that the underworld moved so hastily?
Even such an important thing is placed here? Is this the foundation for his enlightenment?
Fang Zuo's heart of Tao was beating violently, forcing himself to reach out and take the Book of Life and Death.
Fang Zuo tried his best to suppress his restless heart and soul.
Stare closely at this booklet.
Grit your teeth to resist this huge throbbing.
Then he turned his head sharply and turned around.
Fang opened his left hand, put away the remaining shackles and torture instruments in the hall, and picked up a few tables and chairs.
Then he bent down and picked up a few Buddhist beads.
In the end, he even threw the drumstick that had just fallen to the ground and was used by Old Drum to scratch his itch.
Collected them all.
But he didn't touch the Book of Life and Death.
The Book of Earth, which is known as one of the three books of Heaven, Earth and Man.
After Fang Zuo had looted everything, he continued to suppress the restlessness in his body and strode out of the Yama Palace.
"Ah!!!" After Fang Zuo left, Lao Gu's facial features reappeared, his face full of disappointment: "What a pity, such a good spark, such a solid heart of Taoism, such cultivation, he is the best candidate."
"But why doesn't he have any greed at all? Isn't his determination to follow the Tao shaken at all?"
"Everyone who left, it's not that I didn't try my best, it's really that you are destined to have this disaster, so just continue to wait."
Old Drum sighed, his expression changed, and he habitually wanted to fly up the drumstick to scratch it.
But the ground was empty.
Looking again, the shackles were gone.
All the chairs were taken away.
The Buddhist beads that were torn apart during the dispute with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were also stolen.
"How can this be said to be without greed, how can this be said to be without a shaken heart of Taoism? This is simply like robbers entering a den." Lao Gu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This last Nascent Soul cultivator is really not a simple person. He is a really good candidate. What a pity."
As he spoke regretfully, the hall flashed.
Another confused young man, wearing a wrinkled suit and a tie hanging around his neck, walked in drunk and with a sad face.
"Fuck, is this the Hall of Yama? Was I really hit to death? I'm so damn unlucky," the young man cursed.
Upon seeing this, Lao Gu quickly put away his expression and once again welcomed the wandering soul that had strayed into this place, staring at him intently.
Looking at this young soul with a face full of curiosity, touching here and there.
I just hope he can touch the book of life and death.
After Fang Zuo's soul stepped out of the Yama Palace.
In an instant, a thought lasts forever.
It was as if I had experienced countless dimensions and jumped through countless wormholes.
Returned to Fang Zuo's original body.
Fang Zuo frowned, feeling weak.
The entire Yama Palace was empty.
The underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell, Judge Wuchang, and even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are gone.
I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty.
I don’t know if this can be considered as fulfilling the great wish made by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
As for the Book of Life and Death.
Fang Zuo sneered.
I'm not a fool.
Everything has been moved to this point, leaving behind a book of life and death on the table. What a huge cause and effect is waiting for future generations.
Fang Zuo is not a timid person. Great deeds will naturally lead to great consequences.
However, this arranged path is not one's own path.
There must be a great reason for such a huge cause and effect.
When even the gods and Buddhas in the sky can’t solve the problem, find a human soul to take the blame.
It can be seen how difficult the road ahead will be after obtaining the Book of Life and Death. This is almost imaginable.
Just as Fang Zuo was thinking, a ferocious voice shouted: "Found you, thief."
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In the living room of the Iwasaki family's huge villa.
The sorcerer was an old lady called Madam Lunpeng, standing in the middle with a pale face.
Iwasaki Hayabusa knelt aside, trembling.
The head of the Iwasaki family, Iwasaki Hitoto, sat in an electric wheelchair and looked at the old woman with a serious expression, his hands tightly gripping the sides of the electric wheelchair.
Next to him stood Bai Huizi, the beautiful woman from the Spiritual Opposition Society.
"And then?" Iwasaki Hito asked in a deep voice, "Tell me! What happens after the disaster?"
There was a hint of uncontrollable anger in his voice.
"Then I was attacked back, and the Kumantong that I had kept in captivity for decades also died. I couldn't get any information from it, and it died completely." Mrs. Lunpeng said with heartache.
This was the result of decades of hard work, and it helped her defeat many enemies, but now she was annihilated without even seeing her opponent.
"Madam Lunpeng, you said you only saw a flash of golden light, and didn't see anyone taking action. Even Shiraishi Nagimitsu hadn't reacted yet, and everything was over?" Baihuizi frowned, somewhat incredulous.
"Momoko, what do you think of Shiraishi Nagi? You are already one of the top Onmyoji in Japan." Iwasaki Hito rubbed his brows and asked, "Is Shiraishi Nagi always pretending? Is she also an Onmyoji herself?"
"If that's not the case, then there's nothing to worry about." Bai Huizi shook her head: "I'm just afraid that there is a powerful person behind Shiraishi Nagi who is protecting her. No wonder when I talked to her at night, she didn't care at all that the demon tribe was going to assassinate her, and she didn't even have the slightest worry."
"Now that I think about it, it's all because of how powerful the people behind her are."
"Powerful? How powerful?" Iwasaki Hito asked tiredly, "Are you more powerful than you, a member of the spiritual opposition council?"
He glanced at Iwasaki Hayabusa coldly.
These ignorant brats have caused such a big trouble just after returning. Are they going to kill the Iwasaki family?
"Very powerful, beyond my comprehension. No one in the Lingyi Society can be stronger than him." Baihuizi's face flushed with excitement, and the cotton fabric of her thong was slightly damp.
It turns out that there is such a powerful person by my side.
Is it a man?
Bai Huizi suddenly became very excited.
Been waiting for so many years.
"We, the Yin-Yang masters of the Lingyi Society, can resist these witchcrafts if we are beside the victim, but if we are not beside them, we can easily kill the Kumantong and resist the black magic." Bai Huizi rubbed her legs and said, "These methods are beyond our imagination. That person is very strong!"
Iwasaki Hito patted the wheelchair gently.
Dozens of men in black upstairs pointed their guns at the old woman.
Several men in black also walked into the hall, pointing guns at Mrs. Lunpeng.
There was a faint aura rising from the sides of the rooms nearby, and several cultivators and strange men walked out, locking their eyes on Madam Lunpeng.
"Master Iwasaki, what are you doing? You can't do this to me. I have helped the Iwasaki family a lot over the past few decades." Mrs. Lunpeng said in horror.
"When I recruited you, I told you that you were here to serve me, not the rest of the Iwasaki family." Iwasaki Hito said coldly, "You broke my rules, Madam Lunpeng. No matter how these guys begged and promised, you shouldn't agree to them and work for them."
"And you, Iwasaki Hayabusa, you brought such a big disaster to the family after you came back, and it was all because of a woman." Iwasaki Hito's electric wheelchair rolled in front of Iwasaki Hayabusa: "I have taught you countless times not to blind your ambitions for women, you useless idiot."
"I'm sorry, head of the family. I couldn't control myself the first time I saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu." Iwasaki Hayabusa prostrated himself on the ground, lowered his head and cried.
"Are you the only one who covets that woman Shiraishi Nagimitsu? There are so many men and even women in Tokyo who dream of getting her." Iwasaki Jinto showed a look of disappointment: "If she is so easy to get, how can it be your turn?"
"Idiot, if you want it, just pursue it openly. If you can pursue Shiraishi Nagimitsu, I will pass the position of the head of the family to you. But you actually used this method. It would be fine if you used it, but you actually failed."
"Now, you have brought a powerful enemy upon the Iwasaki family. Do you know that the military orders of the Mitsubishi Group this time are only half of the previous ones? At such a critical moment, you actually did such a stupid thing."
"I'm sorry, head of the family, please forgive me and give me another chance." Iwasaki Hayabusa said while kowtowing continuously.
"Chance? Of course I will give you a chance." Iwasaki Hito sighed and said to the woman next to him: "I will also give you a chance. You should reflect on yourself during this period of time."
Iwasaki Hito said and waved his hand.
The men in black swarmed forward and took Iwasaki Hayabusa and Mrs. Lumpong away at gunpoint.
"Not deal with them?" Bai Huizi frowned, not thinking this was a good way to deal with it.
"How can we not deal with them?" Iwasaki Hito sighed. "The most important thing now is to calm the anger of the powerful people behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu. If we deal with them, what will we have as evidence if he comes looking for us?"
"Lock up Madam Lumpong and don't let her out. Then take away the passports of Iwasaki Hayabusa and everyone in his family and keep them under control."
"If that powerful person doesn't come, then they're lucky. If he does, just push them out and see if we can use their lives to buy back the friendship of Shiraishi Nagimitsu and the people behind her."
"Momoko, you might as well get in touch with Shiraishi Nagimitsu during this period and get some information from her," said Iwasaki Hito.
"I'll try my best." Bai Huizi nodded.
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Fang Zuo looked up.
The entire small world was silent, and all the living and dead were frozen in this space.
A huge black fog enveloped Fang Zuo.
"It's you! It's you again!" The giant insect-combination god Izanami appeared in the black fog, about a hundred meters tall. "This is not a fight between souls. You dare to bring your real body here."
The densely packed spiracles with barbs on the insect body of Izanami made rapid breathing sounds.
Several pairs of wings flapped wildly, and silent sound waves spread out.
The eye marks on the wings glowed strangely.
These sounds and lights impacted Fang Zuo's weak soul.
Fang Zuo's body couldn't help but sway.
"You must be so weak and feeble, yet you still dare to come here? Hahaha, I didn't expect that there is still a cultivator of your high level for me to devour." The goddess Izanami shook her huge and clumsy head, and her thousands of compound eyes kept turning, which was extremely disgusting.
Long mouthparts extended from the six pairs of jaws in the mouth, and green liquid flowed out.
Six claws covered with dense barbs stretched out rapidly and pounced over to grab Fang Zuo.
(End of this chapter)
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