Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 271 The Fire Aura of the Kamaitachi: The Undercurrents of North America
At first glance, it resembles a weasel, but its face is like that of a human girl, with scarlet eyes, a wide-open mouth, and a long scarlet tongue sticking out.

Not only is it short in stature, but it also has no hands on its arms; instead, it has huge scythes attached to its arms!

Countless tiny whirlwinds and air currents are surging around it.

This is a monster from Japanese folklore—the Kamaitachi.

Monsters? This is the first time Louis has ever seen one.

In many modern novels, monsters are portrayed as a major enemy of humanity. There are even worldviews created based on monsters, which racialize monsters to create an adversarial relationship with humans.

Louis knew nothing about the origins and classifications of monsters, as the book of his lineage did not cover it in detail. He only knew some basic facts and that his methods were equally effective against monsters.

As for whether they are good or evil, friend or foe, or whether they are classified according to race... we know nothing.

At this moment, the Kamaitachi looked at Carrie with a wary expression, while its gaze subtly drifted toward Louis. It sensed a great threat from the male human, but it hadn't expected that it couldn't even defeat this female human.

The scythes and wind blades that were once indestructible and could easily cut humans now seem to be useless.

This woman clearly doesn't possess the magical power of those sorcerers...

At this moment, the Kamaitachi stood still, caught in a dilemma.

Looking at Carrie, who seemed to be taking credit, Louis smiled. He could tell that Carrie hadn't used her full strength; she was just showing off her skills. "Well done. It seems you've made a lot of progress while I was away."

"This weasel is a kind of monster, well, you can think of a monster as an animal that has gained power... a super animal."

"In short, this Kamaitachi is quite strong. Although it has only barely reached the Demon level, its methods are still quite sharp. Not only were you able to easily block it, but you were also able to maintain the necessary vigilance. Not bad."

"But that's not enough. Your attack patterns have a lot of room for improvement. Don't just think about using telekinesis to mimic attacks or to fight head-on. Your power can be more subtle and pervasive..."

Taking advantage of this little accident, Louis began to teach Carrie a lesson.

Carrie also looked serious and listened attentively.

Both of them ignored the Kamaitachi next to them.

Unfortunately, the Kamaitachi, which already possesses intelligence comparable to that of humans, dared not leave and could only watch helplessly as the two humans dawdled around.

Louis gave Carrie a brief lesson on how to use power, such as how to conceal, differentiate, overlap, and spiral telekinesis.

Then he looked at Kamaitachi.

His eyes sparkled with interest.

"Come on, tell me your name, your background, and your abilities."

As Louis approached, the Kamaitachi stuck out its long tongue, and at that moment, its appearance became extremely similar to that of a weasel, with a fierce glint in its eyes.

but.

Even when Louis walked right up to it, it did not attack.

Louis smiled slightly.

Its powerful essence is revealed without any omission, like a blazing sun.

Bang!

The Kamaitachi's legs buckled and it collapsed to its knees, squeaking loudly!

It let out a terrified scream like a mouse, and its body shrank dramatically in that instant, transforming into a black weasel the size of an adult dog in the blink of an eye.

Its fur is smooth, its body is long and slender like a scarf, and its little eyes blink constantly. It's a pity it's not white, and it's also a bit too big, otherwise it would actually be a little bit cute.

Is this... revealing its true form?
It's amazing.

How exactly does this animal and humanoid state transform between each other?
Seeing this, Louis became very interested, grabbed it with his large hand, and took it away.

Afterwards, the two went up Mount Fuji.

As the national mountain of Japan, this place naturally has guards, but they are practically nonexistent in front of Louis and his men, and are simply ignored.

soon.

Louis and Carrie arrived at a rock wall inside the active volcano and cleared out a spacious square space. Sitting here, they could clearly feel the omnipresent heat waves and various toxic gases.

The bubbling lava below, shifting between bright yellow and dark red, was even more chilling.

Even Carrie needs to constantly maintain her psychic powers to cover the surface of her body in order to barely resist the omnipresent and constant high temperature.

As for the weasel that barely reached the Demon level, it cowered in fear and unease. If it hadn't been able to transform and control its instincts, it probably would have wet itself in terror.

Before reaching a certain level and completely transcending the essence of life, everyone must bow down to the power of nature.

Setting the wild, untamed weasel aside, Louis sat cross-legged, completely unprotected, not even releasing his Yang God power, which was far stronger than Carrie's.

Only within the body does magical power surge and circulate like a torrent, and whenever it flows through the heart, it is transformed into magical power with fire attributes by the fire element within it.

Louis began to breathe rhythmically, his palms outstretched, facing upwards.

Once the Five Elements Returning to Origin Method is activated, the Five Elements Qi, apart from those represented by the five internal organs, begin to circulate within the body and gradually categorize themselves.

Meanwhile, the palms, seven orifices, and other parts of the body begin to absorb external energy and transform it into the Five Elements. Each time the Five Elements are transformed, the body is subtly strengthened. This is part of the effects of the Five Elements Returning to the Origin cultivation method.

This was also key to Louis's implementation of the three-law unification.

There is no other reason.

Louis is now located inside one of the largest active volcanoes, where the most abundant element is fire!

and so.

A large amount of fire element energy also began to flow into the body. After being transformed by the Five Elements Gathering Technique, it was like breaking the legs of a raging tiger and forcibly taming it into a kitten. It gradually became docile from its ferocity and then drove it one by one into the cage designed for it—the heart.

During this process, the five little ghosts also provide assistance, maintaining the internal organs and trying their best to prevent the aftershocks of these violent fire elements from damaging the fragile internal organs during the process of being tamed by the Five Elements Internal Qi Gathering Technique.

After these tamed fire elements surged into the heart, they entered the realm of the Five Elements Technique, began to exert a large influence on the heart, and started to transform it.

This is a process that combines the three methods.

The Five Qi Convergence Method draws external fire elemental energy into the body. Because the Five Little Ghosts protect the fragile internal organs, it can confidently and boldly tame this violent fire elemental energy. Finally, when the tamed fire elemental energy is placed in the heart, the Five Qi Technique's fire elemental heart transformation is performed.

To absorb, protect, domesticate, and transform.

This is the procedure that combines the three methods.

Not only that, as Louis obtains the final fire-element heart, his physical body and the five little ghosts that harmonize the fire element will also be strengthened to some extent during this arduous process, just like muscles are strengthened through tearing and regeneration. This can be considered another benefit.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages as well.

The five elements represent the material world, and now...

A large amount of invisible fire element energy was surging.

As Louis's absorption rate increased, so did his.

The corresponding substances also changed. The fluctuations of the magma began to increase significantly, and faint tremors began to spread from the ground. Even the heat waves became more approaching and scorching.

……

Just as Louis was absorbing the energy of fire...

His actions were causing turmoil outside.

"So, this is the result you've produced?"

"A high-ranking Secretary of State died inexplicably, and you actually say he died of a heart attack due to excessive sexual excitement?"

"Are you kidding me? How did Kishida's neck break like that?!"

A Japanese man with a small mustache flew into a rage.

All the high-ranking officials of the Metropolitan Police Department hung their heads and remained silent.

In fact, everyone has their own guesses about what really happened. It's obviously a supernatural event. It's obviously the work of some mysterious creature. Why are you coming to us instead of going to the Onmyoji or monks?
After venting his anger, the man with the mustache seemed tired. He snorted coldly, "A bunch of millipedes!"

“Sir, why be angry? After all, it’s normal for the officers to not be able to find any clues when it involves ghosts and spirits,” a man dressed in priest’s robes said with a smile as he walked in.

However, his words greatly displeased the high-ranking officials of the Metropolitan Police Department. What did he mean by saying that it was normal not to find any clues?
It would be fine if other high-ranking officials said this, but it is absolutely unacceptable for priests and other religious figures to say it; it is a blatant provocation!

Because right now, the proposal to establish a special department to handle mysterious cases in Japan is still under debate, and if it is successfully established, it will inevitably take away a large part of the Metropolitan Police Department's power and manpower...

In short, this matter involves politics.

"Priest Fushimi, please help me with this matter!" The man with the mustache approached the priest warmly, shaking his hand as he spoke.

“No problem. I’ve already seen Minister Kishida’s body and found some clues on it. I’ll go and take care of this now.”

"That's what the priest Fushimi said," his eyes gleaming with confidence.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary couldn't help but smile. As long as this matter was resolved, the Prime Minister could smoothly implement the policy and establish the Anti-Demon Ministry.

The man with the mustache didn't consider the possibility of this Fushimi priest failing at all. Others might not know, but he was very clear about it. This priest was the youngest head priest at Fushimi Inari Shrine, and his strength had already surpassed that of most people in the shrine. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to become the head priest.

Besides, the other party is a descendant of that old palace chieftain, so even if things don't go well, there's always someone to back them up...

soon.

Xingya Guanyin Temple, located in Atami City, welcomed a guest.

A large number of police cars surrounded the road.

Priest Fushimi entered with several policemen. After some persuasion, they met Abbot Tokuhong, who was being cared for in a room.

The room was dimly lit; upon closer inspection...

A person with disheveled hair stood with their back to the door, huddled in a corner, their whispers and eerie laughter echoing in the room, creating a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

The group of police officers couldn't help but take a step back.

However, after muttering a few words to himself, the priest Fushimi wiped his eyelids with his fingers and instantly saw Dehong in the darkness. He took a few steps forward and shouted, "Dehong!!"

Swish!
He suddenly turned around.

A狰狞 face with bloodshot eyes, a distorted expression, and a constant, sneer appeared. "Bladder! Pee!"

"Big eyes! Sunshine! Hehe..."

"..."

Fushimi's brows twitched wildly. Although Dehong had traces of evil magic on him, he was also a true cultivator with real skills. He could even vaguely sense that the other party possessed magical power. How could such a true cultivator have really gone mad like this?
how can that be!

suddenly.

"Die! All of you die! Traitors! My brain is the boss! Bladder! Get out of here!"

Dehong shouted, exerted force with his limbs, and leaped over the target. Fushimi could even see the teeth in the other's mouth.

Snapped!
A slap landed on his face, sending Dehong flying like a spinning top.

Fushimi then took out a small green bottle, uncorked it, and splashed the contents onto the bottle.

Wow!

A strange-smelling liquid, seemingly alcoholic, was splashed on Dehong's head, immediately producing puffs of white smoke.

half an hour.

With a howl, Dehong collapsed to the ground.

"Cough cough..."

"I'm alive?"

"Of course, with me here, how could you possibly die?"

"you are?"

"You can call me Fushimi Mei."

"Now, tell me what you did, what you provoked that turned you into a madman."

Hear the words.

A deep fear flashed in Dehong's eyes.

"you sure?"

"Of course!"

"That might be... a deity!"

"what???"

……

Location: North America, Florida.

Miami.

The establishment of a church here has attracted considerable attention.

As a religious country, churches are everywhere here, nothing special, and shouldn't attract much attention, but this church is different.

Although it wasn't founded by any famous priest, it is indeed "famous" because it is a Catholic church!

As is well known, most churches in the United States are Protestant, while the Catholic Church is headquartered in Europe, in the Vatican.

The sudden appearance of a Catholic church certainly attracted attention.

In particular, this church seems to have learned from the experience of a certain region, and actually started distributing eggs and bread during missionary work. And sure enough, quite a few housewives, old men and women went there.

In just one week, the church seemed to have been erected.

In front of the church, Cotton, who is good-looking and eloquent and has played the role of an exorcist in various places, and has experience in repeating a grade, took on the main role of attracting believers outside.

He walked around with a Bible in his left hand and an egg in his right, chatting and laughing.

Beside him sat a group of believers in chairs, who would occasionally ask him a question, and if they answered correctly, they would be given an egg.

Gabriel, who was secretly observing from behind, looked conflicted. "This...this...is this really right?"

"Isn't this faith gained at the cost of eggs?"

That's what he said, but he still didn't go out to stop them. After all, Cotton's method was indeed effective. They already had more than a dozen regular believers, and even if they didn't take the eggs, these dozen believers wouldn't leave to go to other Protestant churches.

For the sake of the future and the world, I believe the Pope will understand this small transgression!

That's right, that's it!
As the day's activities came to an end, Cotton held another mass and gave away some leftover bread and jam for free. Eggs? There were no eggs left; they'd all been given out long ago.

They smiled at each other and left.

Cotton watched the believers leave, and as soon as he turned around, he saw his own bishop Gabriel standing behind him without him noticing. His tall and muscular body, coupled with his full beard, was quite frightening at first glance.

"hiss!!"

"Bishop? What are you doing?"

Gabriel didn't reply, looking at Cotton with a conflicted expression, then suddenly grabbed him, "This won't do, we have to do something else!"

"what?"

"Too slow, too slow!"

"This is slow? Then what are you planning to do?"

"Go exorcise the demon."

???

Cotton looked at the serious-looking Gabriel with a puzzled expression, but then he understood.

"That's a good idea, but how do we do it? We can't just randomly pick an evil spirit, can we?"

"Of course not. Before I came here, I had already sensed the immense evil lurking here. The evil here is second only to that in Texas among the southern states."

"Now, I can also vaguely sense those evil locations. I've been doing some basic investigation these past few days, so come with me!"

Cotton nodded without objection. After all, the other party was the bishop and the leader of this operation. Moreover, the other party was their teacher, so naturally, whatever the other party said went.

soon.

Gabriel, along with Cotton and two other nuns, set off.

Their target was a hospital in Miami!
At this moment, in a Miami hospital.

Nancy sat on a chair in the corridor, looking haggard, holding various test reports in her hand. She looked dazed, with dark circles under her eyes and bloodshot eyes, resembling an insomniac who had stayed up for three days and three nights.

She had a faint odor emanating from her, her hair was greasy, and her eyelids were drooping, but she just couldn't fall asleep, or rather, she was afraid to sleep...

At this time.

A nurse started calling out numbers, and her number was called.

She walked in in a daze, sat down in a chair, and began to tell her story.

He spoke very fluently, it seems he's had quite a few similar tests done these past few days.

"Insomnia... nightmares..."

"Anxiety...fear..."

"By the way, even sleeping pills aren't working. I suspect there's something wrong with my body. I was thinking, would it be okay to get some tranquilizers or morphine?"

The doctor frowned, not responding immediately, but looking at the various forms in his hand, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

Finally, she put down the test results, asked Nancy a few more questions, and then said...

“Miss Nancy, I don’t recommend that you use sedatives or morphine, as that would cause your body to break down.”

"I've discovered that your case is extremely rare. It's highly likely that some kind of psychological trauma has caused your subconscious to refuse to sleep. This trauma must have had a significant impact on you, otherwise your subconscious wouldn't have been so strong in resisting sleep, even managing to overcome certain survival instincts. It's simply incredible."

"This is a very valuable case. If we can find the underlying mechanism, perhaps humans can significantly reduce the amount of sleep they need. This would be a groundbreaking discovery."

"Therefore, I have decided not to charge you for your medical treatment. In fact, I will even give you a sum of money to help you cooperate with me. Of course, it will not cause you any harm. After all, this is a hospital, and this is my clinic. If anything happens, I will be the first to take responsibility. You can rest assured."

"Now, I'd like to give you two preliminary treatment options. Would you like to hear about them?"

"Two options?" Nancy was a little confused, but also somewhat excited.

This was the first doctor to deeply analyze the cause of her illness. The previous doctors only knew to attribute it to mental illness or insomnia, and some even dared to charge her eight thousand US dollars after just a few words! Eight thousand!
Now, this doctor seems to be more reliable?
She didn't even ask for an exorbitant amount!
After a moment of silence, she gave her answer.

(End of this chapter)