Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 299 The Four Arts Restore Izu Oshima
He kneaded the turquoise spell bead, letting the masculine power of the Yang God permeate it, attempting to refine it.

Louis then went through and organized all the memories of these sinful souls, collecting several interesting spells and cultivation methods, such as methods for creating shikigami, techniques for forging demon swords, spells for reversing yin and yang to create corpse demons, and methods for ascetic practitioners...

To be honest, they were all quite interesting. According to their memories, these methods had been modified and improved using many secret manuals brought from the Eastern Kingdom, and were in no way inferior to other major shrines.

Shikigami are, in a sense, ghost servants, ghost soldiers, and ghost troops. Louis plans to integrate them into the altar and see if he can create a more powerful altar army.

"Demon Blade" is a special term for swords in Japan. They are generally associated with misfortune and are said to turn against their owners while being powerful and sharp. So they are called demon blades. Let's modify them and see if we can create some low-level magic weapons with good cost performance. We need to prepare for establishing a religion.

Corpse demons are a type of corpse modification, also known as corpse soldiers. It's an alternative corpse modification technique, far less powerful than the legendary corpse demons. Louis plans to modify it for trial levels or something.

As for the final ascetic method, it is considered the most valuable of these methods. Originating from Buddhism, it is a profound cultivation method that requires a calm mind, patience, and perseverance on the path. In theory, it can lead to the attainment of the Arhatship, which is the primordial spirit realm.

However, this method has gone astray in Japan as well, turning into simply enduring pain to gain power. The more intense the pain, the greater the boost to cultivation, which has the connotation of a crooked path or shortcut.

Louis himself doesn't plan to practice this, but it can enrich his inventory so that future disciples and followers can learn it. Besides, this stuff goes very well with masochists; as everyone knows, America has the most diverse range of sexual fetishes in the world...

Louis quickly updated all of these into the [Sun God] system.

Like the twelve schools of black magic, it can borrow power and acquire knowledge through the sun god. However, it has set up permissions and divided and restricted according to identity and contribution. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a loss if this relatively profound knowledge were leaked to people who are not yet followers?

After doing all this, the green spell bead in his hand was completely refined. This was not a high-grade magic weapon to begin with, and it was barely even a low-grade magic weapon. It only had three layers of magic restrictions inside. If it weren't for the several special spells inside, it would just be the most ordinary low-grade magic weapon.

Only after fully refining it did Louis master its function, enabling him to freely absorb the essence of the earth's veins, the energy of plants and trees, and the essence of people, thus influencing fortune and utilizing the pure vitality condensed within it.

"Gaya coconut, come."

Louis called out.

Kayako, who had been following behind without showing much emotion even after witnessing many people die inexplicably, raised her head, jogged a few steps to Louis's side, and looked at him expectantly, "Mr. Louis?"

"It might hurt a little in a moment, don't be afraid," Louis said in a gentle voice.

Kayako nodded repeatedly, "I understand, I'll try my best to endure it."

"Ah."

Lightly touch the green mantra beads with your finger.

hum! !

The cursed bead trembled violently, and a deep green light shot out from it, shining directly on Kayako. Upon closer inspection, the light was actually a viscous liquid.

The moment the light shone on Kayako, it quickly seeped into her body. With a thought, Louis unleashed the Living Curse, which Higa Kotoko had used to stimulate the body's vitality. Life force was continuously consumed, filling in flesh and blood, regenerating skin, and regrowing bones...

ka ka ka-

A sickening sound rang out, and a piece of hind leg bone, along with necrotic black flesh, was actually squeezed out.

The large patch of flesh on his back was filled and plumped up again from that thin layer, and the charred red skin, black bone, and cooked flesh fell off, revealing a layer of fair and delicate skin spreading up.

The whole process was like performing an incredible surgery.

In reality, it is entirely the body's own power, only... it is slightly accelerated and amplified by several hundred times.

The once white clothes were now stained with blood again.

Strangely enough, Kayako didn't make a sound at all!

Even his expression didn't change!

His expression remained calm throughout.

Louis raised an eyebrow, realizing how thorough the other party's transformation was; their physical body had probably already become one with Ju-on.

The pain can be controlled.

"All right."

Kayako looked herself up and down, noticing her fair, vibrant calves and her toes, which had regained their tender, white texture. She then touched her back, finding it smooth and delicate.

A smile appeared on her face. No matter what, Kayako, who still maintained a normal human way of thinking, was still a girl and cared about her appearance.

Kayako jumped up slightly in excitement and tried to reach out to hug Louis, but immediately pulled back as soon as she did.

Snapped!
Louis grabbed her wrist and patted her head. "Don't be so shy. If you're happy, you have to show it."

Seeing that the other person was still shy, he didn't say anything more.

"Never mind, we'll fix it slowly."

"Let's go now, we still have a lot to do."

"While we're on the way, Kayako, try to see how many peculiar things you have right now."

Say it.

The green cracks in the ground flashed by, and Louis and the others gradually disappeared.

All that remains is the Yasukuni Shrine, which was completely destroyed without a trace.

After a while.

A cleaner came to work, but as soon as she entered...

"Ahhhhh!!!"

……

Good news: Kayako does indeed control a portion of the Ju-on power, enabling her to curse others with her mind, exert mental control, and control hair, among other abilities.

Its strength is not low either, at least at the level of a demon, no worse than Carrie now.

The bad news is that Kayako's body can no longer feel pain. Although her body still has the characteristics of a living person and she is not dead, she just can't feel pain. In addition, apart from the matter of Louis, her emotions have become much more indifferent, and it is uncertain whether it will continue to deteriorate in the future.

Louis speculated that this was most likely a latent transformation into the Curse of the Dead.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Kayako will not escape the fate of transforming into Ju-on.

but……

"Don't you want to become my shrine maiden?"

Faced with Louis's invitation, Kayako's lips twitched wildly, and she let out an incomprehensible chuckle. Her eyes were fixed on him, and combined with her white clothes, she exuded a sinister aura that could definitely scare away any normal person.

Fortunately, she hadn't lost her temper and quickly regained her composure, saying, "I do! I do!"

"Yes, my shrine is in Tokyo..."

After briefly explaining the matters concerning the shrine and the shrine maiden, Kayako appeared very happy. Even though Louis said that he would be leaving soon for America and would not return until later, Kayako was only a little reluctant and did not experience much emotional fluctuation.

The close relationship between the priestess and the god was common knowledge in Japan. In Kayako's eyes, she was already incredibly lucky to have received this honor, and she dared not ask for more. She was even more easily satisfied than Louis had imagined.

In this respect, everyone is happy.

soon.

As the "Mountain" spirit realm moved, Louis and his companions arrived at the Izu Islands.

It has to be said that compared to space travel, both air travel and sea transport are utterly inferior!
Spatial movement completely ignores the ocean; all that's needed is to avoid certain spatial nodes and turbulence, and occasionally venturing out to confirm the direction, allowing one to reach the destination at an incredible speed.

Ignoring a few risks, this is a more convenient and efficient way to travel than air freight.

The waves crash and the reefs jut out.

A slightly salty sea breeze drifts across the beach, accompanied by soaring seabirds in the sky, creating a standard seaside scene in people's minds.

On the yellowish-white sand, a crack shimmering with green light suddenly appeared, and then Louis and three other figures appeared out of thin air.

"Looks like we've arrived."

With a single sweep of his divine sense, Louis scanned the surrounding information into his mind, confirming that this was indeed Izu Oshima.

Carrie took a few steps, looked at the sand sinking into her feet, and stomped on it a few more times like a child, seemingly very interested.

Louis chuckled, "I'll take you to the beach next time."

Carrie didn't speak, but looked at Louis with sparkling, expectant eyes.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't lie to you."

A faint smile appeared on Carrie's face.

At this time.

Sadako, however, encountered a problem and stared blankly in one direction.

Kayako, standing next to Louis, reached out and tugged at his sleeve, then cautiously gestured with her lips.

Louis remained unmoved, merely stroking Kayako's smooth, long black hair.

Carrie glanced at Kayako with a subtle look, then quickly returned to normal and walked to Sadako's side. "Let's go."

Sadako suddenly woke up, nodded quickly, and followed Carrie like a little follower.

The group headed towards the center of the island.

In a dry well in the center of the island, plumes of black, resentful energy were boiling at the wellhead, as if stimulated by something.

Strands of black hair tried to spill out of the well several times, but all attempts failed. The large stone at the wellhead was clearly just an ordinary rock, yet the terrifying power could not destroy it. The well was like a seal, firmly sealing off the terrifying entity within.

In fact.

Wells are special in Japanese culture, or rather, East Asian culture, and possess a unique and mysterious meaning.

In the eyes of the ancients, the underworld was the netherworld, the world of the dead, while the world above was the world of the living. The two were clearly distinct, but sometimes the boundaries were blurred.

Just like burying the dead, the dead are wrapped in coffins and buried in the ground, which is how they enter the underworld.

Humans do not live underground. Even when carrying out any excavation project, it is necessary to worship various gods and obtain permission before digging can begin, in order to avoid disturbing the spirits of the dead underground and disrupting the balance of yin and yang.

The special significance of the well lies in its ability to connect yin and yang.

The well connects the top and bottom, and water overflows from inside. Since water is yin, it represents the connection between yin and yang. In traditional terms, drowning some ominous creatures in the well means sending them to the underworld.

Once a ghost enters the underworld, it cannot freely enter the mortal realm. This is a folk belief about yin and yang, which is correct to some extent. Therefore, Sadako Yamamura, who was pushed into the well, has already been banished to the underworld in a mystical sense.

Unfortunately, she had been stabbed at the time and had a virus in her body. The chemical reaction caused by all of this prevented her from breaking out of the well in time. Later, even her superpowers were of no use.

The power that is essentially derived from the demon statue, even though it has mutated and transformed into superpowers, still has to follow the laws of Yin and Yang.

She can't get out on her own.

They were left in the well in the underworld.

Twenty-five years have passed since she was pushed into the well.

Now, with the arrival of Louis—no, with the arrival of another part of her—she has begun to stir once more.

Rumble!
Rumble!
The ground shook, and the stones bounced.

For a moment, it felt as if an earthquake was about to strike, prompting countless residents to spontaneously begin earthquake self-rescue efforts.

It must be said that people living in a country prone to earthquakes have very skilled earthquake self-rescue measures.

However, one man in a sanatorium acted somewhat strangely. He looked mentally unstable, his eyes bloodshot, his hands frantically scratching his head as he huddled in a corner.

He muttered frantically to himself, "No, no, is it her? Is it her?"

"No, it's not her. It's just an earthquake. Yes, it's just an earthquake. Earthquakes are normal. There are earthquakes every year. Don't be surprised."

"Do not!!!"

He suddenly stood up and howled loudly, pounding the wall like a frenzied ape, breaking his fist in the process. Large patches of blood stained the wall, and the white bone fragments at the knuckles were chilling.

"It's her! It must be her!"

"Don't come looking for me! It wasn't my fault!!"

Amidst the piercing and frightening roars, the intensity of the earthquake gradually decreased.

at this time.

Louis and his companions also reached the outer perimeter of the dry well.

As they got closer, Sadako's dazed state became more and more severe. Now she was staring blankly in a certain direction, completely motionless, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

It's like resistance, yet also like relief, and it even contains many other emotions.

Fear, anger, regret, resentment, pity, self-pity...

There are many emotions.

A vivid pie chart.

Beside him, Louis stood with his hands behind his back, calmly watching Sadako go crazy. Kayako, on the other hand, stood sneakily behind Louis, stretching her head to get closer, her fair face showing her nostrils flaring as she greedily sniffed some scent.

Although at this level of spiritual practice, there is no longer any body odor, sweat, or other physiological phenomena, Kayako still looked completely intoxicated, as if she had smelled something wonderful.

Carrie felt a wave of disdain at his infatuated appearance, and she became even more determined to be wary of this pervert!
(End of this chapter)