Chapter 267: Be Frank
Nothingness.
There is no concept of time and space here.
Huge cracks appeared in the incense barrier of the Japanese divine kingdom.
Two huge white figures mobilized the vast power of incense from the kingdom of God and tried their best to repair the cracks.
An even larger white figure blocked the incense barrier.
Lock tightly onto the enemy in front of you.
A woman with three eyes and four hands, a crescent moon on her head and long black-blue hair tied into a horn shape, stood not far away and laughed loudly: "Heaven's Lord, why do you resist? After the core of the plane appears, the kingdom of God is doomed to fall. It is better to merge with our 'Brahma'."
"On behalf of Vishnu and Brahma, I assure you that the three supreme gods of your Shintoism and the three supreme gods of our Hinduism are six in one, without distinction between you and me."
"We can re-issue the doctrine and change the details. Our status will be equal. This will be good for both you and us. How do you think?"
Seeing that the white figure did not speak, he continued, "We have 1.1 billion believers in this place, far more than the believers of your Shintoism. With the Kingdom of God and Brahma combined, our new world will surely reach a new height of evolution, and it will not be as advanced as it is now, where the level of evolution is still stuck in the past hundred years of this place."
The huge white figure remained silent.
One of the two white figures who were repairing the incense barrier of the Kingdom of God said disdainfully: "Shiva, this is what you said to the remaining Buddhists in India back then, right? What was the result? I'm afraid there are no Buddhist temples left in India now."
Another white figure said, "This cannot be blamed on Hinduism. It was because during the heyday of ancient Buddhism, Buddhism wanted to go to Jambudvīpa to infect Taoism. As a result, all the heavenly fruit positions of Buddhism were occupied by Taoism, and finally they could only remain in Jambudvīpa. As for those that remain, they cannot be considered true Buddhism."
"That's because they are different species, and we are of the same race, so of course we treat them differently." The fierce eye in Shiva's forehead flashed a fierce light: "The Divine Emperor Chan Lingzun is right. The Buddhism we swallowed up is just a remnant of a side sect. Why do they stand side by side with us three supreme ones? You are different."
"We come from the same place, but now the believers' faith is impure and the power of incense is decreasing. We have so many believers, and merging will benefit both you and us."
"Are you asking me to laugh at you? Shiva, don't you understand how mixed the faith of your 1.1 billion believers is? Greed, vanity, exaggeration, filthiness, these are the nature of your believers, otherwise you would have expanded your teachings to the entire native world, and would not have huddled in that small place of native India." The white figure who spoke first said disdainfully: "Look at how poor your authority in the world of native India is. I'm afraid that the first world of incense to collapse soon will be your 'Brahma'. Don't try to deceive us here."
"Okay, okay, you are so stubborn, aren't you afraid that we will cooperate with Heaven or Eden?" Shiva's fierce eyes carefully looked at the cracks in the Incense Kingdom: "As long as we come a few more times, the cracks in your Incense Barrier will never be repaired. When they rush over, you will be the ones who suffer."
"No need to say more, Shiva. Where did we come from and what is our purpose? You probably have forgotten it yourself." The huge white figure said, "Shiva, look at yourself now. Do you still have any pride for your people? You annexed the remaining Buddhist countries in India and obtained their property, but discarded your own bodies and turned into the remains of some Mingwang and Asuras. It's simply disgusting. How can you be like our people at all?"
"You've become like this, and you still keep saying that we are of the same race? You can go and contact those religions like Heaven and Eden and see if they will treat you as their own people."
"Even if they conquer the Kingdom of God, let's see if they will give you some of the scraps."
"Well, let's wait and see, Lord of the Sky, you don't have to make fun of us." Shiva sneered, "Look at what you look like now, is this what our tribe used to look like? There is no point in saying more. Since we have all come here and waited for so long, let's see who can finally make our tribe survive."
After saying this, the entire figure slowly disappeared into nothingness.
The huge white figure sighed: "I wonder what's going on in my hometown."
The other two white figures have not yet responded.
"Father God!!!" Another golden figure rushed out from the incense barrier.
"Izanagi, why don't you stay at the defense line of Kyushu, the Kingdom of God? What are you doing running out?" the white figure shouted majestically.
"Su Susanoo, he's dead!!!" the golden figure said tremblingly.
"What? Izanagi, do you know what you are talking about? How did Susanoo die?" The white figure suddenly grew several times larger and shouted loudly: "Even if those weak evil gods can hurt Susanoo a lot, they can't kill him in the Kingdom of God."
"It's not the evil god, Father God, it's a Taoist monk. I don't know how he passed through the incense barrier and entered the kingdom of God." The golden figure knelt on the ground and said sadly: "It's the Taoist monk assassin from last time. He is back again. If you don't believe it, go to the Susanoo Shrine and take a look. There are traces of their fight."
"Let's go." The huge white figure disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.
The next moment, he stood at the remains of Susanoo's shrine, silent.
Among the three figures who followed closely behind, the white figure called Divine Emperor Chanlingzun said, "It really is that Taoist monk. I didn't expect that he escaped and didn't die."
Another white figure said self-deprecatingly: "I thought they left and this was our world, but now a mere cultivator can kill our First God."
"That's why they can leave with peace of mind." Tian Zhiyu Zhongzhu was silent for a while and said: "They have never taken us seriously, not before and not now. To them, we are just ants who broke in here, and they don't even bother to attack us."
“But even if they leave here, they may not be better off than us outside.” The Divine Emperor Chan Lingzun sneered and said, “Maybe they are being devoured bite by bite right now.”
"Don't worry about it. Repair it quickly. Explore the kingdom of God to see if the murderer is here." The huge white figure was silent for a while and then said, "Izanagi, the new goddess given to us by the oracle, her power is not small now. I feel it. Ask her to pay close attention to the powerful monks in this world. It is very likely that he is the murderer."
"Yes, Father God," Izanagi responded.
A mocking and cruel look flashed across his eyes.
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Office buildings in Tokyo Bay, Japan.
In a large flat office.
He Zhicai sat on Fang Zuo's body, letting Fang Zuo rub her plump, soft and white little feet.
He told her in a disjointed manner the last time he met Yua Mikami and her background.
The cat girl sat on the shoe of Fang Zuo's raised leg, hugged Fang Zuo's calf tightly and swung on the swing.
Laughing non-stop.
The cat girl was making tea and peeling nuts beside them, occasionally putting some into Fang Zuo and He Zhicai's mouths.
The two of them supplemented what Kawano Caiqi said and some details that were missed.
At this moment, Fang Zuo's cell phone rang.
Sakura Kurumi sent a message about the woman in the photo.
Fang Zuo took a look and was stunned.
What a coincidence.
The woman in the photo is also called Yuya Mikami.
He is the head of the Mikami family.
Not only does it hold a large proportion of shares in the Mitsui Group and the Sumitomo Group, it also has a small amount of shares in other Japanese groups.
In the past few years of being in charge of the Mikami family, he has made the family business flourish.
So the two people we are looking for are actually the same woman? Fang Zuo took out a few photos and placed them in front of Kawaya and Catgirl.
"It's her." The three people said in unison.
Fang Zuo frowned and looked at the woman in the photo.
Why did you travel all the way to China to buy so many immortality contracts?
The phone received another message at this time.
Sent by Feng Dielian.
[Everything is arranged!! (Red lips expression.) I'll wait for you!!]
Then sent an address.
now.
Inside a golf course in the suburbs of Tokyo.
"Very good, are you sure the person behind Sakura Kurumi will come?"
Ashiya Dosan asked while waving his pole.
I'm in a very good mood.
Feng Dielian lowered her head and said, "Yes, sir. I have contacted him using the identity of Yingkong Kurumi and asked him to come here to play golf. I'm afraid that person is not so easy to be ambushed."
"Don't worry, I will do it myself." Ashiya Dosan nodded and said with a smile: "And the remaining two elders of the Ashiya family have already arrived, they are not far away."
"At the same time, Omori Tadashi from Sensō-ji Temple and other Onmyoji who were expelled from Tokyo arrived one after another."
"This time, it's comparable to the five rotating members of the Spiritual Dissent Council. No one can resist this strength."
"You did a great job." Ashiya Dosan looked at Feng Dielian and said, "I will make your family and the young master live more comfortably after I go back."
"Thank you, sir." Feng Dielian said dryly.
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A Lexus is driving at the foot of Mt. Takao.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu once again came to the Takaosan family's villa.
Mei Shiraishi followed behind in confusion, not knowing what her sister was doing here again. She asked her sister, but she refused to tell her.
But Mei Shiraishi clearly felt that this time was different from the last time.
When they came that time, they went through three strict inspections.
Then the butler stood at the door to welcome the two of them in.
And this time.
No inspection at all, which represents absolute trust.
At that time, the old man in the wheelchair, who was so majestic at the banquet, maintained the aura of a superior and spoke eloquently in front of the people at the top of the pyramid in the banquet hall.
Most of the business leaders here cannot even make it into the Fortune 500.
There is a prime minister, a cabinet, members of parliament, and ambassadors from consulates of various countries.
And it is such an old man, the controller of Mitsubishi Group.
Now he is standing at the door of the villa with a cane, hunching his old body in the cold mountain wind, waiting for Shiraishi Nagimitsu to come.
After Shiraishi Mei followed Shiraishi Nagimitsu out of the car, they looked at the old man who was shivering in the mountain breeze.
I was very scared. If we had arrived a little later, the old guy might have died here.
Died at the doorstep of his own villa.
"I'm sorry, Master Iwasaki, we were delayed for a while due to some things." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said apologetically on her pretty face.
At the same time, Meimu rolled her eyes at Shiraishi Mei.
Mei Shiraishi felt a little aggrieved when her sister rolled her eyes at her. She pouted her lips. She didn't know that going to the toilet temporarily would cost a life.
He is also the famous head of the Mitsubishi Group.
"It's okay, Councillor Shiraishi, cough cough." Iwasaki Hito coughed continuously, but still had a smile on his face: "It's an honor for me to wait for you. Your coming shows that the future of Mitsubishi Group is bright, cough. cough."
Bai Huizi beside her hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with unspeakable emotions in her eyes.
Envy, jealousy.
That woman, why isn't it me?!
Iwasaki Hito sat in a wheelchair, his trembling body finally getting better: "Member Shiraishi, please follow me. The Mitsubishi Group and the members of parliament under its control will fully support you in becoming the prime minister."
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A corner of Shibuya, Tokyo.
Ma Feihui flashed in the night and hid in the alley.
The end of the alley.
Two police officers from the Exorcist Guard Department suddenly appeared and blocked Ma Feihui's way.
Without saying a word, he pulled out his pistol and started shooting "bang bang bang".
As early as after the failure of the first round of capture, the order issued by the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department to this witch was to shoot without restraint.
No matter life or death.
With Tokyo's dense network of surveillance cameras, Makie would be quickly tracked down by the police if she showed up.
After dodging several bullets, Ma Feihui groaned miserably and covered her arm.
He raised his legs and jumped, stepping on the walls on both sides and ran away.
If we delay any longer, police support will arrive soon.
Ma Feihui hid in a blind corner of the park, avoiding the camera and turned on her mobile phone.
"Ma Feihui." The doctor was sitting in a neat office, writing something on parchment with a quill pen in his hand, frowning: "Why haven't you completed the task yet?"
"Sir." Makihui showed the gunshot wound she had just received. "As soon as I entered Tokyo, I was targeted by the Exorcist Security Bureau. Now they are constantly hunting me down. I suspect our whereabouts have been betrayed to the Japanese government."
"So, it was me who actually betrayed you." The doctor threw the quill aside, laughed, and then put his feet on the desk.
"Sir, this joke is not funny at all." Ma Feihui said expressionlessly.
"Why don't you cooperate?" The doctor frowned. "So, who do you think betrayed us?"
"Is it the demon tribe?" Ma Feihui asked.
"Probably not." The doctor shook his head. "They couldn't have done such a thing. They had no motive. I think it was largely due to my brothers."
The doctor sighed, "They probably want to clean up all my people first, and then clean up me."
"Sir, what should we do?" Ma Feihui gritted her teeth, and the gunshot wound on her hand slowly healed.
The qi and blood in the body were used to repair the wound, and the extreme hunger became more intense.
"The mission is temporarily suspended." The doctor said: "Take good care of yourself. I will go talk to my brothers."
"Yes, sir." Ma Feihui turned off her cell phone.
Suddenly, a sense of crisis came over me.
He dodged and moved away from his original position.
“Puff, puff, puff.”
Several short sharp spikes gleaming with black light pierced into the wall at their original locations.
Ma Feihui turned her head and saw a man in a black suit standing in the distance, looking at her with a smile.
"Ma Feihui, long time no see." The man in black spoke without opening his mouth, and there was no expression on his stiff face.
The head rotated 360 degrees strangely, with the back of the head facing Ma Feihui.
On the back of the head.
A big mouth full of sharp teeth was laughing at Ma Feihui.
"I'm here to take your life."
"It's you guys." Ma Feihui slowly raised her right hand: "You disgusting guy, this time I will definitely stuff your hair into your disgusting big mouth."
The red light on the five fingernails kept flickering.
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Fang Zuo came to the golf course in Shinbashi, Tokyo.
As an old golf course in Japan, the overall decoration style is Japanese.
The reception hall is filled with various Japanese-style decorations.
It's the same as usual here, nothing unusual.
Guests came in and out, and the female coaches wore sportswear thinner than lace, showing every curve of their bodies.
Fang Zuo sneered.
In order to ambush him and avoid arousing his suspicion, these people did not care about the lives of ordinary people.
As soon as he entered the hall, all the lights went out.
In darkness.
A huge stage lamp covered Fang Zuo.
Then dozens of figures wearing clothes with various family emblems appeared in the shadows around them.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, sir." Ashiya Dosan came out wearing an Onmyoji robe and a Japanese style mountain and river crown on his head. "Are you here to look for Sakura Sora Kurumi?"
Ashiya Dosan smiled and clapped his hands.
A stage light illuminates the other side.
Feng Dielian, wearing a kimono and a Japanese bun, was kneeling in the tatami-style reception room next to the hall.
He turned around and smiled at Fang Zuo.
The profile of the face is somewhat thrilling.
"We have been waiting for you for a long time, and she has been waiting for you for a long time too. You probably don't know that the Sakura Kurumi you thought of is just our ninja." Ashiya Dosan said with a smile on his face: "Let me tell you, her name is Feng Dielian, not your Sakura Kurumi."
"To wait for you, the most outstanding Onmyoji in Japan are standing here. I think I am worthy of your status, sir. Can you tell me, who are you?"
Fang Zuo sighed.
The expression was somewhat helpless.
In Ashiya Dosan's eyes, this expression was a sign of giving up.
Ashiya Dosan looked somewhat arrogant: "As long as you tell me about yourself and your power, I can allow your surrender and spare your life. If I am satisfied, the Ashiya family can even give you Feng Dielian as a reward. I can make the decision."
"Look at how charming she is in a kimono. She is no less charming than your Sakura Kurumi. How about it? As long as you nod, your life and her will belong to you again."
After saying this, all the Onmyoji took a few steps forward, making various hand gestures and locking Fang Zuo tightly.
There was an expression of disdain on their faces.
Fang Zuo shook his head and said to Feng Dielian, "Are they always so boring?"
The next scene made everyone drop their jaws in shock.
Feng Dielian pulled her kimono and ran over in the jogging posture of a Japanese woman.
With a smile on her face, she jumped into Fang Zuo's arms.
She hooked her arm around Fang Zuo's neck, gave him a gentle kiss with her red lips, and whispered in a voice that only Fang Zuo could hear, "I'm only wearing your favorite red thong and oil-colored transparent stockings."
Fang Zuo implicitly put his hand around her ankle.
As expected, it is extremely smooth and silky to the touch.
“Maple Butterfly Love!!!” Ashiya Dosan’s face instantly turned red and became ferocious: “What are you doing?”
"What else can we do? She has betrayed the Kyushu Ashiya family." A white-haired elder stepped forward and said, "Ashiya Dosan, is this the person you trained?"
"It doesn't matter!!!" Ashiya Dosan said in a deep voice: "He's here after all, isn't he? Kill him, and this bitch too."
kill!!!
At a command, countless Yin-Yang magic flew towards Fang Zuo.
However, all these Yin-Yang techniques of various attributes stopped flying in the air, as if they were frozen and suspended in the air.
Ashiya Dosan's eyes turned cold, and he took out several Japanese drums and threw them into the air.
The small drums were connected into a circle by strange lightning and floated behind him.
【Thunder】!!! Ashiya Michida shouted.
A thunderbolt came down from the sky.
Ashiya Dosan was very confident about this thunderbolt.
This is the spiritual tool of the Japanese God of Thunder obtained by the Ashiya family in Kyushu.
God of wind and god of thunder.
The bag of the god of wind was given to Omori Masaru of Sensō-ji Temple in exchange.
But that useless old guy is now locked up in the Onmyoji prison, and he might never be able to leave the island.
Next second.
His confidence was shattered in an instant.
The thunderbolt stopped above the hall and did not move, and he and himself were imprisoned by the invisible pressure.
The young man in front of me seemed to be the master of the entire space.
And these Onmyojis are just like ants that have intruded into this space.
"How long have you been calling this guy sir?"
"It's been many years." Feng Dielian buried her little head in Fang Zuo's arms and said with a flushed face.
“Then we can’t let him off like this and let him pay for all these years before dying.” Fang Zuo’s eyes moved.
In an instant.
All the Onmyojis in the hall had expressions of fear on their faces and were frightened to death.
The body just lay there in a mess.
All the frozen Onmyoji magic seemed to disappear like air.
Only Ashiya Dosan was left, tied up in place with a deathly pale face.
Fang Zuo captured the Heavenly Soul from among Ashiya Dao's three souls and seven spirits, and slapped it on Feng Dielian's little hand.
"From now on, let this guy stand guard for you. No matter if it's windy, rainy, or snowy, make him squat at the door downstairs. If you want him to give birth, he will give birth. If he wants to die, he can't."
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In a luxurious villa.
Yua Mikami was sleeping soundly.
Last night she fell asleep while dealing with emails on her phone and messages in work groups.
She was still wearing the pajamas she had put on after taking a bath.
He wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Her cell phone was lying on the bed.
The light coming in through the window woke her from her slumber.
She rubbed her eyes, sat up, climbed out of bed naturally, took off her pajamas, and prepared to take a bath.
Next second.
She stood there in shock.
A man sat on the sofa in front of her.
Looking at her naked body.
"Hello. My name is Fang Zuo." said the man.
(End of this chapter)
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