Chapter 273 "I'll feed you something else."
In a manor somewhere in North America.
An old Taoist wearing a linen robe and a Taoist bun was telling fortunes with his fingers, sitting cross-legged in a large formation.
Soon after, he put away the hexagram, closed his eyes and shook his head: "Not this. It hasn't come yet."
"Master." A middle-aged man in a white suit came over with a cell phone and knelt beside him. "It was the Protestant guys calling."
The old Taoist ignored him and said calmly with his eyes closed: "Why are you so slow these days? It's just that I lost a small black flag. Why are you working so slowly?"
“Master, without that magic weapon, the collection of war spirits in the battlefields of Ukraine and Israel has slowed down a lot.” The middle-aged man crawled on the ground and whispered.
"Don't you know how to let all your disciples work? You only know how to play with women?" The old Taoist said with a hint of coldness: "If it weren't for my old face and handing over the little black flag, would you still be alive?"
"Although that fellow Taoist is lower in seniority and realm than me, he has made it this far in this world. It seems that he is much stronger than me. It's good enough that you can come back alive after provoking him."
"Yes, Master. I will send them all out right away." The middle-aged man paused and held up his phone: "Master, here's the number."
"I won't answer the phone. Please tell that Protestant archbishop that the location of my divination is exactly right."
"It's time for him to pay off the balance. If he doesn't, I'll go to his house to ask for it."
Somewhere on an ice floe in Antarctica.
An old man with bare arms, wearing shorts and bare feet was holding a fishing rod.
The handle is made of bamboo.
The handles are tied with hemp rope.
At the other end of the thin fishing line was a nearly 20-meter-long blue whale, angrily spewing out a ten-meter-high column of water.
The old man just glanced at the sky in the direction of Japan, scratched his armpit with his other hand, and continued to skate the Blue Whale as if it was none of his business.
Protestantism, Islam, Catholicism, Orthodoxy.
The Holy Spirit Lords walked out of the barriers of their own incense paradise and looked at Japan from afar.
"Parasite Night."
“It’s the Messiah.”
"What is it this time? Is it the Creator or the Judge?"
"No, neither of them. It's the fosterer. It's actually the fosterer!!!"
"Find the Messiah, destroy it, don't let Judaism get it!!"
"It seems that we need to speed up the plan to enter the Japanese Divine Kingdom!!"
Oracles were sent down from their respective heavens.
Messiah, the soul of the nurturer, lives in Tokyo.
Find it and destroy it.
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The whole of Tokyo was in ruins.
Tokyo's landmark, Tokyo Tower, fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
All large buildings, including the Imperial Hotel Tokyo, have collapsed.
All floors were destroyed, leaving only broken frames.
Hundreds of Shinto shrines were burned to the ground.
Couldn't find a complete facility.
All the priests were killed and their bodies were piled up in Tokyo's Imperial Palace Square.
This huge green square in front of the Tokyo Imperial Palace is the size of several football fields.
At this time, the place was filled with the corpses of priests and ordinary residents, their internal organs removed and arranged in a strange symbol.
The rest of the former green space in the square was now covered in black dried blood and various corrupted entrails.
Densely packed people in black robes surrounded the huge corpse symbol and chanted loudly.
The incomprehensible syllables vibrated in the space and became a mysterious force that was transmitted out.
The bodies and limbs of these men in black robes are all hidden in the black robes, and their heads are also covered in hoods. Occasionally, a few blue whiskers float out from the hoods.
The space is constantly producing ripples.
Fang Zuo stood by and watched all this miserable happening.
Indifferent and speechless.
He looked towards the spire of Tokyo Tower that had collapsed beside him.
The huge electronic clock on the top of the tower is still ticking.
Fang's left pupil contracted violently.
The time is: December 31, 2030.
The loudspeakers on Tokyo Tower were still broadcasting.
Nanchuan Jingzi's voice echoed intermittently, sometimes high and sometimes low:
Tokyo, New York, and Paris fell one after another, and our Prime Minister Shiraishi Fang Zuo was just about to take a step.
There was a wave of movement behind.
Three guys in black robes suddenly appeared behind Fang Zuo, and two light blades spewing white flames emerged from their sleeves.
He suddenly leaped up and slashed towards Fang Zuo.
The scene ended instantly.
It was pitch black.
Fang Zuo slowly opened his eyes.
The vortex in the Tokyo sky has disappeared.
All disturbances have returned to normal, and the whole of Tokyo is bustling with activity.
Nothing happened.
This freezing of time and space only lasted for a dozen seconds.
Ordinary people in Tokyo did not notice anything unusual.
Those high-level psychics didn't know what was going on. They observed for a while and then went back to their rooms. Later, they gradually found out through the forces behind them.
Messiah, the almighty prophet of Judaism.
Landed in Tokyo.
Title: The Nurturer.
After Judaism split into Christianity, Catholicism, Islam and Orthodoxy.
The Messiah was given different identities in their doctrines.
But in Judaism, the Messiah is the Messiah.
Fang Zuo's soul was at the place closest to the vortex, and in just a dozen seconds, he saw a picture that he could not understand.
Fang Zuo recalled the scene he had just seen.
I seemed to see the future.
What are those people in black robes? Why did Tokyo become a ruin in just six years?
It's like experiencing a nuclear war.
Even the whole world is the same.
He was not mistaken in hearing the voice of Keiko Minamikawa on the radio. This beautiful woman had always wanted to invite him out.
All the cities she mentioned have fallen, which means it's not just Tokyo.
【Our Prime Minister Shiraishi? 】
Fang Zuo remembered her last words.
Prime Minister Shiraishi!
Shiraishi Nagihiru?
Fang Zuo felt a sense of irritation.
He suddenly realized something.
What if my Nascent Soul had not come to the basement in Tokyo after failing to overcome the tribulation?
Go anywhere, even if it's a little bit off.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu is already dead at this moment.
Is it a coincidence?
Fang Zuo didn't think any more, stood up and walked out of the inner room.
Zhang Benhe and the old monk were sitting cross-legged outside.
"Master Fang."
"Master Fang."
When the two saw Fang Zuo coming out, they quickly stood up.
"Congratulations to Master Fang for making another step forward." The old monk could clearly feel the strong Buddha power in Fang Zuo's body. It was obvious that the clay sculpture of the Acalanatha that had been passed down had taken effect.
But he couldn't figure out how a Taoist used the power of Buddha, and he didn't dare to ask.
"I want to thank you Buddhists. If you need any help in the future, just let me know." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Just lend me Sakyamuni's relics. You sell everything anyway."
The old monk's face froze, he didn't dare to answer, he could only smile and flatter.
"How long has it been?" Fang Zuo asked.
"Master, it's been three days." The old monk replied.
"Why don't you go back?" Fang Zuo frowned: "Why, there is money to be made here?"
"Master, there is a performance troupe from Shaolin Temple who came with me and is currently in Tokyo. They haven't finished their performance yet." The old monk smiled awkwardly.
"Master Fang, what was the vortex in the sky just now?" Zhang Benhe asked respectfully.
"I don't understand it either." Fang Zuo shook his head: "But I saw something else. You should practice well if you don't want to die too early!"
"Yes!" Zhang Benhe nodded and said yes.
Fang Zuo didn't continue talking. He was eager to go to Tokyo Women's University to take a look.
The power in that vortex finally fell into the hands of Tokyo Women's University.
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North America.
The headquarters of the Protestant Church.
A nun in a black robe and white stockings had a painful expression on her face and a bright red blush on her face.
The archbishop sat in front of the Vatican table and reached his big hands into the clothes of the black-robed nun next to him and grabbed her fiercely.
Another nun in a black robe was squatting under the table.
"It seems that everything is correct. The Messiah's parasitic point is at Tokyo Women's University." The archbishop held the scepter in his other hand and held it up hard.
On the huge screen in front of her, Saeko was watching a video with her iPad.
She had evidently just come out of the shower, and was sitting on her knees in her white bathrobe.
There was still a blush on her face from the hot water.
"But Your Majesty, the true soul of the Saint at Tokyo Women's University has not been contacted for a long time." Saeko lowered her head and said softly, "She also couldn't find out the identities of the Jewish believers at Tokyo Women's University who were welcoming the Messiah."
"Obviously, her mission failed. I even wonder if there is something wrong with the Saint's body?"
The archbishop's scepter struck the marble floor rhythmically, his brows furrowed tightly. "Don't worry about this for now. I'll take care of it. How's the negotiation about you inheriting the Japanese throne going?"
"I'm sorry, Archbishop. After several rounds of negotiations and pressure from Washington, they still refuse to give up the throne to me because I am a Protestant." Saeko said:
"But in exchange, as long as the news of my brother's infection with AIDS is kept secret, he agreed to give me the status of a royal princess, which can be regarded as regaining some of the royal power."
"The prince is not enough. This little power cannot change the foundation of the Japanese Kingdom." The archbishop's expression suddenly tensed, and then he showed a relaxed expression: "Keep thinking of ways to gain more power, Saeko. The Protestant Church has done enough for you. Now is the time for you to give back."
"I understand, Your Majesty, I will not let God down." Saeko nodded, "I will hurry up and implement the next plan."
"That's good. You are worthy of being the Lord's good child." The Archbishop nodded. "But hurry up. Time is very urgent. The Messiah has come. The core of the plane will soon appear. Everything is just as the oracle said."
"Also, how is the surveillance of Abe Nojaku? Is she the Japanese woman in the oracle?"
"Your Majesty, I was just about to report to you." Saeko said, "Through several close surveillance and observations, several assassination attempts against Abe Nojaku have failed. We have been able to determine that there is a powerful person living under her villa."
"He was very powerful. Although the skills of those assassins varied, they were all killed instantly. I think the three disciple knights probably died at his hands."
"Powerful person." The Archbishop poked the nun under the table with his staff. The nun, who was only wearing a one-piece white silk stocking, cleaned it up knowingly: "How powerful is he? The three disciple knights are already S-level, and he is SS+? Or SSS?"
Saeko looked a little hesitant, and said softly, "According to the results of the assassination by the three disciple knights, the time analysis, and the later long-distance investigation of the scene, plus the results of the hired assassins, this powerful person should be at least SSS level, or even higher."
"If he is higher than SSS, then he is a sub-god, is that possible?" The Archbishop took a deep breath and said, "If that is the case, without the coming of the Holy Spirit, there is no way to destroy him."
"Your Majesty, this is more certain that Abe Nojaku is the Japanese woman in the oracle language, isn't it?" Saeko raised her head with a sharp look in her eyes: "Otherwise, how could she occupy such a large space in the prophecy and occupy such an important position in the future..."
"You have a point, Saeko!" The Archbishop nodded, "But the price of allowing a Holy Spirit to descend upon Tokyo, Japan is too high."
"Your Majesty, although we have several religions that don't get along, it is not just our Protestant Church that should eliminate this important woman. I think we can contact other religions." Saeko lowered her head with a calm expression, paused, and then said:
"Besides, don't we have a body in Tokyo? Since the Saint's true soul has disappeared for so long and we can't contact her, it's better not to..."
"Are you talking about Tao Mu Xiang Zhi Nai?" The archbishop slowly closed his eyes and thought: "I will think about it, you go and do your thing first."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Saeko turned off the iPad video.
A smug expression appeared on her charming face.
If the Holy Spirit of heaven really descends on Tokyo and possesses the saint, then death is what awaits the saint, Momoki Kanona.
The powerful Holy Spirit will destroy the soul within each body.
At that time, the position of the Saint will be vacant.
Maybe, the next saint will be me.
Even if it's not.
I am the only one in the whole of Japan.
If Protestantism wants to take any action in Japan, it can only rely on itself!!!
Saeko smiled gently and took a sip of the champagne beside her.
The blush on her face deepened.
What you need to do next.
It is to find an opportunity to take back the power that belongs to the Japanese royal family bit by bit.
Saeko stood up and looked at the princess' kimono that the Imperial Household Agency had sent to the apartment and was hanging on the hanger.
The light from the apartment shone on it, and every detail of the embroidery was exquisite.
Every stitch is hand-sewn by Japanese artists.
Saeko walked closer to the hanger, stretched out her little hands and slowly stroked every detail of the inner princess' kimono.
Looking at the kimono of the princess was like seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.
What is a man? Power, what a tempting thing! ! Tomorrow, I will say goodbye to this apartment and return to the royal residence.
Today is the last time I'm here.
She had a seductive expression on her face.
Untie your bathrobe.
Biting lower lip.
Reached out and reached down.
And on the other side of the ocean.
The archbishop thought for a moment, opened his eyes, and gently tapped the scepter in his hand.
Make a 'knock knock' sound.
The door of the Vatican Hall was pushed open, and a bishop walked in and prostrated himself on the ground: "Your Majesty!"
"What is it?" asked the Archbishop.
"They didn't answer our call. They said everything was calculated correctly, just as they predicted, and the location of the advent was also correct. They asked us to pay the balance." The bishop paused and lowered his voice a little: "They said that if it is not settled by tomorrow afternoon, they will come to collect it in person, so it will not be such a small balance."
"These barbarians from the East have no noble manners and are simply a group of robbers. Give them the money." The archbishop snorted coldly, "You handle this matter. Don't offend them. After all, there will be many things in the future that will require their help."
"Yes." The bishop got up and slowly retreated.
The Archbishop stood up and walked over to the map of Japan hanging on the wall.
The huge virtual talisman map drawn based on the territory of Japan has been almost pinned down by thumbtacks.
Everything is going on in an orderly manner.
He returned to his seat, picked up his iPad and clicked on an APP.
The scene flashed and a huge laboratory appeared.
"Your Highness." A middle-aged man in a white laboratory coat walked into the scene.
"Show me the Saint's most recent body energy fluctuation data." The archbishop said lightly.
"Yes." The middle-aged man clicked the screen.
The archbishop looked carefully at the window that popped up on the iPad, slowly flipping through the various fluctuating curves.
"Activate the chip in Momoki Kanonai's body." The archbishop said coldly.
"What?" The middle-aged man looked up in surprise and stared at the archbishop: "Your Majesty, activating the Saint's chip will harm her vitality and affect her lifespan. Everything is normal now, why do you do this?"
"I said, activate the chip." The archbishop said word by word, "The time is set at early morning. Don't let me repeat it a second time."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The middle-aged man looked pale. He turned around and typed a few codes on the keyboard behind him with trembling hands.
The archbishop stared at everything for a moment, then turned off the iPad without saying a word.
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Fang Zuo arrived at the rooftop of the tallest building of Tokyo Women's University and spread his spiritual thoughts.
Searching for the same energy fluctuations as in the vortex.
Then it disappeared from the spot the next second.
Appeared in a huge basement.
It is here as expected.
But it was too late.
Fang Zuo looked at the empty, messy basement.
Looked at it carefully.
It turned out to be another privately excavated basement.
It's like the basement in the stadium, but much bigger.
Digging a basement of this size would probably take a lot of time without modern engineering machinery.
This shows that the people who welcomed the Messiah must have been in school for many years.
To face such a huge force, only such low-key means can be used to deceive all religions.
A huge circular magic circle was carved in the middle of the basement, and each vertex of the hexagram in the magic circle was engraved with complicated spells.
The walls were covered with strange patterns and symbols . There was an altar in the middle of the magic circle.
On the altar lay an open, dark Bible.
Hundreds of human organs were placed around the altar.
Densely packed, bloody and smelly.
The energy in that vortex still lingers in the basement.
Fang Zuo took out his cell phone and made a video call to Yingkong Kurumi.
"Bad guy~bad guy~bad guy, you even remember to call your woman. I thought you had forgotten about me." Although Yingkong Kurumi pouted and hid in the office, she cursed Fang Zuo in a low voice.
But her pretty face couldn't hide her happiness.
When she saw the camera pointed at the altar, her face instantly became serious and professional.
"Is this the vortex I encountered not long ago?" She immediately connected the cause and effect between the time point in the video her man gave her and everything in front of her.
"Yes, that Dark Bible and more than a dozen murders were meant to welcome it." Fang Zuo pointed the camera at the Dark Bible on the altar.
"In other words, the Tokyo Women's University now not only has the murderer of more than a dozen dark biblical murder cases, but now there is also the abnormal energy that broke into Japan from the vortex?" Sakura Kurumi frowned, feeling the thorny nature of the matter.
It's bad enough that the murderer has been lurking for so many days without even being discovered by her own man, but now there is another person hiding with unknown intentions.
After exchanging a few tender words with her man, Sakura Kurumi hung up the video call and immediately pressed the communicator.
After the alarm bells rang throughout the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department, all the police officers stood up and saluted straight, waiting for notice.
A cold voice came from the hall: "Attention all police officers! I am Sakura Kurumi. Level 1 action order. The heads of Sections 1, 2 and 3 and all members of their departments must assemble immediately. Put down all the work in your hands. Those on leave must stop their leave immediately. The three heads of the department must collect their weapons and come to my office later."
Yingkong Kurumi had just finished speaking.
'Knock knock knock.'
There was a knock on the office door.
"Please come in." Sakura Kurumi said.
"Master, a priest wants to see you." The subordinate walked in and saluted.
"Let him in."
Then, a middle-aged man wearing a white priest robe with dark patterns on it walked in.
"My Lady, my name is Tsuchiya Koji, and I greet you. I am the new chief priest of the Meiji Shrine in Tokyo."
Sakura Kurumi nodded, knowing that all the priests in Tokyo had died in the last battle at Mount Fuji, including the great priest Yoshihiko who was kind to her.
This is the new successor.
"Sir, do you have any instructions for the oracle?" Hard-controlled Walnut stood up to show respect.
"Your Excellency, the Kingdom of God has issued an oracle that the Messiah of Judaism has descended to Tokyo not long ago. I don't know who he is parasitizing on. If we don't find him, then…"
"The end of the world is coming!!!" the Grand Priest said word by word.
Sakura Kurumi frowned and hadn't said anything yet when the office phone rang again.
"Hello, I'm Shibamo."
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Momoki Kanona was strolling around various food stalls in the back streets of Tokyo Women's University.
This snack street is located between two universities and has a large number of students as customers.
Therefore, at night, the vendors' business is very prosperous.
Momoki Kanonai was holding a pile of food, with a satisfied look on her little face.
Ever since she learned the uncle's true identity, she has had a lot more expectations for life.
From now on, I will never be alone again.
But.
How come that bad guy disappeared for a few days again?
I'm so angry.
He didn't reply to my message.
Suddenly someone patted her on the shoulder.
Momoki Kanonai turned around warily.
The person I have been thinking about day and night is standing in front of me with a smile on his face.
Momoki Kanonai was stunned.
Holding a pile of food, the hot dog he had just taken a bite of was still in his mouth.
She forgot to chew and stared at the man with her beautiful eyes.
Slowly recovered from the surprise and smiled sweetly.
“Here~~” She handed all the food to Fang Zuo: “Feed me.”
"I'll feed you something else." Fang Zuo said.
(End of this chapter)
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