Chapter 74: The Goddess’ Various Postures (Please Read!)
Fang Zuo lightly took a step forward and appeared in the interrogation room.
Master Hongyi's pupils constricted, this so-called subordinate Yingkong Huwalnut.
The extent of its power was completely beyond my comprehension.
Fang Zuo looked up and down at the sturdy middle-aged black man.
This is the kind of man who has four Japanese women as his wives.
Not only did she provide him with a place to vent his anger and abuse himself, but she also made money to support him and helped him kill people.
This black man has dreadlocks and his body is covered with tattoos.
Not possessed by divine thoughts.
But there is a strong belief in incense.
Fang Zuo was very curious about the religion of black people.
That land is the only land that the major religions don't like very much.
The beliefs of believers are too mixed.
Many believers are too lazy to even pray the most basic prayers.
As a result, even if there are many believers, the incense offerings are too scarce.
It is in such a place that a new religion can be born.
"It seems that you are an important figure in the religion." Fang Zuo said to the black man.
The black man glanced at Fang Zuo, closed his eyes and said nothing.
"With such a strong belief in incense, someone like you should be a so-called 'God's messenger'." Fang Zuo took a quick look with his mind and said, "Sure enough, there is a protection from the gods hidden in your soul."
Fang Zuoyaoyao raised his hand.
A ball of light appeared in his hand.
The black man suddenly opened his eyes and tried to break free from the shackles: "Give it back to me, this is the certificate God gave me."
Fang Zuo ignored him and looked at the ball of light carefully.
It's just a simple storage technique of spiritual power mixed with the power of incense and faith.
When black people are threatened with death, the ball of light within the soul will be inspired to try to save black people.
Although the spiritual power is pitifully small, the power of incense and faith is still quite good.
It seems that this sect has a large number of members.
But the incense is not pure enough, which shows that the sect’s followers are too mixed.
Only in places like Africa can new religions grab some leftovers from the bowls of the major orthodox gods.
The ritual for refining this ball of light was extremely crude.
It was so rough that Fang Zuo was too lazy to even complain.
Even though the religions in the West have strong faith and popularity, they are far inferior to those in China in terms of realm and techniques.
This has been the case since ancient times.
Fang Zuo pointed at the suspended ball of light.
The ball of light shattered.
A majestic voice echoed throughout the interrogation room.
'Who wants to murder my followers?'
The shattered ball of light transformed into divine thoughts and gathered into a human figure, floating above the black man's head.
Fang Zuo was stunned.
He wondered what this 70-year-old god looked like.
But I definitely didn’t expect it to be like this.
A black man was wearing an Arab robe.
She even had dreadlocks on her head.
It seems that this deity was also a lover of reggae music before becoming a god.
The level of the main body can be known from this weak divine thought.
Although the power of incense and faith is still good, because there is no method of cultivation, the spiritual power is extremely weak.
It's like a strong man with muscles but no way to exert his strength.
Probably any Taoist wizard can capture the real body of this god as a big ghost.
A golden light circled around Fang's left finger, binding the divine thought.
Easy to refine.
Sure enough, the information obtained was exactly the same as the evil god in Minamikawa Keiko's house.
I also once received a misleading message.
Let them come to Japan, where they have what they need most.
But what exactly it is, there is not much information in the divine consciousness, so we cannot know.
Fang Zuo walked out of the interrogation room and told everyone he knew.
"No wonder the number of registered religions in Japan has increased dramatically in recent years." Master Hongyi nodded and said, "Shintoism caused the Japanese government to close the registration of foreign religions a few years ago. They must have known something."
Shintoism? Fang Zuo frowned.
I don't really know much about these religions.
All I know is that it is a native religion of Japan.
Sakura Kurumi said softly: "The Kanda Festival in Tokyo is about to begin, which is the Shinto ritual of selecting the son of God."
Fang Zuo responded: "The Kanda Festival that your family wants you to represent?"
Yingkong Kurumi nodded and held Fang Zuo's arm tighter.
The little face leaned on Fang Zuo's shoulder: "My father came to me, but I refused. I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore. I spared them last time, and that's my bottom line."
After saying that, Yingkong Kurumi loosened her arms, jumped lightly again, and hung on Fang Zuo.
"I would like to participate in the Kanda Festival on my own behalf."
"What? You want to be the Son of God?" Fang Zuo held Yingkong Kurumi horizontally.
One hand supported her neck and the other hand was between her two small and firm buttocks.
Rub two fingers on each side into the buttocks.
Yingkong Hutao's little face was close to Fang Zuo and she kept rubbing it.
Enjoying the touch.
"I also want to know why these frequent cults have to come here."
"Besides, you go undercover in the girls' school, and I go undercover in the Shinto Church."
"If you dare to play with female students and teachers, I will play with Shintoists."
Fang Zuo said helplessly: "That's not what you said when you asked me to be an undercover agent. You let me get the upper hand because I'm close to the water. And you forced me to be an undercover agent."
"I don't care, I have the final say." Yingkong Kurumi gently bit Fang Zuo's earlobe with her teeth.
Her breath smells like orchid.
He whispered in Fang Zuo's ear: "What if I become a goddess? Just think about it, if I lie on top of the goddess, stand behind her, hold her legs, wouldn't it feel better if we were in front of the statue?"
After she said that, her little face turned red and she started giggling.
"Then you will definitely be a goddess." Fang Zuo shrugged his shoulders: "I said so."
Master Hongyi is walking on his way back to Sensoji Temple.
After hearing a few words from the couple, I was so scared that I left immediately.
Being annoying is secondary.
The key is that they don't take Shintoism seriously at all.
What's more, she was afraid that if she continued listening, she would be silenced by that powerful man.
Just as he walked out of the police station, Master Hongyi suddenly felt a flash of spiritual power in his body.
[Shikigami: Eyo Kachobi] appeared out of thin air beside him.
"Are you going back just like this?" [Shikigami: Huishi Kachobi] said calmly.
Master Hongyi was stunned: "I don't understand what you mean, senior."
"What are you going to say when you get back?" [Shikigami: Huishi Flower and Bird Pen] sneered, "You're not going to honestly report what just happened."
Master Hongyi showed a puzzled expression.
[Shikigami: Huishi Flower and Bird Brush] sighed. This little monk has talent, but he just doesn't know how to survive.
I can only let an old senior like me teach me.
"You have seen how powerful that man is. Let me tell you, the realm you can imagine is not even as powerful as his fingernails."
"If he wanted to kill both of us, a thought would be enough."
"How dare you offend this kind of man?"
"Just ignore all the information about this man and report the rest to Omori Masaru."
Master Hongyi remained silent.
Nodded.
Fang Zuo appeared in her office holding Yingkong Kurumi.
The middle finger was pointed in the middle.
Just as Sakura Sora Kurumi's face flushed and she pulled down the office curtain.
The APP on Fang’s left hand sent a message.
Sent from the bald old man.
The message is simple. There is news about that person.
one person.
One sword.
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