I made up myths in America

Chapter 156 Huangquan Hirazaka

Regardless of their true attitude towards the United States, at least at this moment, all the Japanese cabinet officials present seemed united in their indignation, finding those Americans utterly despicable and hateful!

Not only did they openly search for supernatural powers here, but they also released the demons and gods imprisoned in the Seimei Shrine.

Won't they be the ones who suffer this time?!
The sight of everyone in the meeting room gritting their teeth startled the staff who came in to report the news.

He swallowed hard and said in a low voice, somewhat nervously, "Ministers, the most famous masters from Tokyo have all arrived recently."

"Quickly, quickly invite them all in."

The Chief Cabinet Secretary was overjoyed upon hearing this and immediately stood up.

Suddenly, a group of priests and onmyoji dressed in white hunting robes and wearing black hats, or kind-faced high monks holding prayer beads, appeared in the cabinet meeting room.

To be honest, their attire and demeanor alone eased the tension among the cabinet ministers after they entered. They figured that among so many people, there must be one or two with real talent.

Their eyes all turned to the group of leaders.

Among them, the middle-aged man, Tsuchimikado Yasushige, dressed in a white hunting robe and dressed as an Onmyoji, attracted their frequent attention.

After all, the Kyoto incident was related to the Abe no Seimei family, and Tsuchimikado Yasushige was a descendant of Abe no Seimei, the kind whose lineage could be traced through the family tree. So even though he hadn't shown any extraordinary abilities at the moment, he had recently become a guest of honor for various Japanese conglomerates and dignitaries.

At this time, it also received the utmost attention from all the cabinet ministers present.

After the staff on site recounted what they had just learned from Director Nogami.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary couldn't wait to speak: "Tsuchimikado-kun, this matter concerns your Seimei family. What are your thoughts on it?"

"ah?!!"

Tsuchimikado Yasushige, who had just maintained a solemn expression, almost lost control of his facial expression.

What about Misui Kichiemon, the cursed king Ryomen Sukuna from a thousand years ago, and the secret realm hidden in Mount Atago, Kyoto?
He'd never even heard of it. Could it be that one of their ancestors failed to pass down these secrets, or perhaps they were lost during the war?

For a moment, Tsuchimikado Yasushige's mind raced, rapidly considering all the possibilities.

Due to the ravages of war, it is quite common for the bloodline of a famous figure from ancient Japan to have descendants with different surnames in the present day.

For example, his current surname, Tsuchimikado, was changed by a descendant of Abe no Seimei to avoid war.

Similarly, the descendants of Tsukahara Bokuden, the swordsman of the Sengoku period, did not bear the surname Tsukahara, and the descendants of Minamoto no Yorimitsu, a famous general of the Sengoku period, did not bear the surname Minamoto.

But surely other information, besides the surname, should have been passed down completely? Could it be that our family isn't the direct line, but actually a branch?
For a time, this Onmyoji, who had recently become quite famous in Tokyo, fell into a state of existential doubt.

The other colleagues present, however, cast surprised glances at him.

What?! We're all just trying to make a living in this industry, and your family actually has some real skills?!
"Cough cough."

At this moment, Tsuchimikado Yasushige quickly realized what was going on and wanted to follow up on this statement to confirm his status as a direct descendant of Seimei, and also to find an excuse to prevent the Japanese government from actually asking him to come forward and exorcise the demons.

But then a new video came from Kyoto and was projected onto the conference room screen.

This caused his expression, along with that of the other charlatans present, to freeze, and their pupils to dilate suddenly.

It seems that they felt they hadn't caused enough trouble, or perhaps this was one of the real person's original goals. In the scene, after transforming all the surrounding humans into highly artistic monsters...

He strolled leisurely through the chaotic streets of Kyoto, chuckling to himself, observing the fear, panic, and screams of the people around him, before finally arriving at Fushimi Ward in Kyoto City.

This place is home to one of Japan's oldest shrines—Fushimi Inari Taisha.

This shrine was first built in 711 and enshrines the Inari gods, with Uka no Mitama as the head. It is one of the most popular shrines in the Kyoto area.

However, after the news about ghosts and spirits spread, most of the priests in the shrine had already fled.

Only an old man dressed in a white kimono and wearing a tall eboshi hat remained, kneeling solemnly at the entrance of the shrine's main hall. Beside him, a tall and slender young woman in sportswear was pulling him along, saying with a somewhat helpless expression, "Hurry up and go, old man. Don't be stubborn at a time like this. I promise you, I won't be a teacher anymore. I'll come back and be a good shrine maiden, okay?"

"Xiaojing, you go by yourself. I am the head priest of this shrine. I cannot leave no one."

The old man's tone was firm. Instead of leaving, he sat even more steadily and closed his eyes tightly.

But the next second, as if he had sensed something, he opened his eyes in surprise and turned to look behind him.

Chime! !

Just as the real person, exuding an aura of 'I'm not a good person,' slowly walked over and stepped over the vermilion torii gate of Fushimi Inari Shrine.

Suddenly, the Inari deity's body enshrined on the altar in the main hall of the shrine, a blue-green fox mask, emitted a dazzling azure light.

The light shone on the old man and the young woman, making them feel warm and cozy, but it had the opposite effect on the heterochromatic-eyed young man who had just crossed the torii gate and was exuding an evil aura.

zizi——

He raised his hand, a smile appearing on his face, which was covered in black stitches and his hand was sizzling with black smoke.
"Ah, I knew I had found the right one. After so long, it still retains a trace of divine power."

"So the Rashomon fragment that can open the passage to the Underworld is indeed sealed here."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and black light condensed and compressed at his fingertips, instantly forming a black sphere that exuded a terrifying aura.

boom! Boom boom! !
The next second, the black ball shot to the ground at an extremely fast speed, as if it had been hit by a tremendous force. The entire area where Fushimi Inari Shrine is located split open at an alarming speed, creating a deep abyss-like opening, and a large number of buildings fell into it.

Rumbling--

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, the elderly High Priest Sato, who had been stubbornly sitting at the entrance of the main hall, suddenly changed color.

With agility beyond what one would expect from an elderly person, he led his granddaughter, Sato Shizuka, into the main hall, which was emitting a faint green light. After bowing deeply, he carefully picked up the fox mask floating in mid-air and instantly understood its purpose.

"Come on, Xiaojing, I can stay here by myself!"

Without hesitation, Priest Sato put on the fox mask, raised his hand and flicked it, causing a large number of tree branches to suddenly rise from the ground, condensing into a giant wooden bluebird, which grabbed the young woman in the tracksuit and flew away.

High Priest Sato took a deep breath, his aged eyes sharpening and gleaming with a divine light as he gazed at the demons wreaking havoc on the shrine not far away, and solemnly said:

"I'll stake my Fushimi Inari Shrine's thousand-year-old reputation on it, I won't let you succeed, you demon."

(End of this chapter)