I made up myths in America

Chapter 160: Crow Tengu, Minamoto Yoshitsune, Hua Lao
Yesterday's red leaves have withered today; the impermanence of life is like water droplets.

Approaching through the mist was a ghostly figure dressed in monk's robes, exuding an awe-inspiring presence.

The opponent's skin was crimson red, like flames, and its huge black raven wings fluttered in the wind behind it.

Under the tense and anxious gazes of everyone in the police station, he slowly approached through the white mist, a long sword with a black sheath at his waist and wooden clogs on his feet, singing as he walked, exuding an indescribable free and easy demeanor.

Before the other party could even get close, the tall woman in the courtyard cried out in surprise, released Harada Yoshiya, who had been sucked down to his last breath, covered her face with her long sleeves, and disappeared.

Harada Yoshiya collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face dark and black, his eyes lifeless, his limbs twitching unconsciously, his brain already in a state of mental replay of the final stage of his life.

From childhood, my father constantly reminded me that we were descendants of the Yuan family and that we must not tarnish the reputation of our ancestors. Every day, I was either practicing swordsmanship or getting beaten. Later, due to the poor management of the dojo, my mother could not bear this kind of life and ran away with someone else. My father also became depressed and drowned his sorrows in alcohol every day until he fell ill and was bedridden.
For most of his thirties, Yoshiya Harada has faced adversity.

I finally started to have a little better life, and now I'm going to die, and by being sucked to death by such an ugly female ghost? How shameful!!!

Just as Yoshiya Harada's mind was racing, he suddenly realized that his weak and powerless body seemed to have gained strength out of nowhere, as if someone had come to his rescue.

He opened his eyes with some confusion, and when he saw the fiery red figure standing in front of him, his breath hitched and he instantly recognized the other person's identity.

Karasu Tengu is one of the most famous yokai in Japanese folklore. Its name comes from its crow-like beak and jet-black wings. In legends, it is often dressed as a mountain hermit and is a master swordsman, playing a role that is both righteous and evil.

Of course, this is not the point.

The key point is that in Harada Yoshiya's memory, his Minamoto family seems to have some connection with this Karasu Tengu.

Besides Minamoto no Yorimitsu, the Minamoto family also had a very famous ancestor, Minamoto no Yoshitsune, who was sent to Kurama-ji Temple in Kyoto to study when he was young. There he met a highly skilled karasu tengu and was adopted by this deity, from whom he learned superb swordsmanship.
So, rounding it off, this Lord Karasu Tengu is practically half an ancestor of the Minamoto clan.

Upon realizing this, Harada Yoshiya's back and legs stopped aching. He decisively knelt on the ground, prostrating himself, and said respectfully, "I am Harada Yoshiya, a descendant of Minamoto no Yoshitsune. Thank you for saving my life, Lord Karasu Tengu."

"Haha, Yoshitsune, I never expected that such an interesting person would appear among your descendants."

Dressed as a Japanese monk, with a string of Buddhist beads around its neck, the tengu crows threw its head back and let out a hearty laugh.

The laughter alone caused cracks to appear in the surrounding ground and building walls.

This astonishing strength and aura were beyond the comprehension of the police officers in the station, let alone those facing this demonic figure.
Even those in Tokyo who had just received the news were shocked and gasped when they saw the video sent back from the police station.

Even the Karasu Tengu, who is not known for his strength among the Hundred Demons, possesses such astonishing power.

What if the top-ranking demons among the Hundred Demons, such as Tamamo-no-Mae, Shuten-dōji, and Ōtakemaru, also escaped from Rashomon?

In the conference room of the Prime Minister's residence, many Onmyoji and Shinto priests who had come to this realization turned pale, suddenly feeling that their place was not so safe after all.

Meanwhile, inside the Imperial Palace in Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo, Emperor Naruhito paced back and forth in his room, clearly agitated.

They were considering whether to flee before the situation completely deteriorated.

If he runs away, they won't have to worry anymore, but the Japanese Imperial Family, which already has a weak presence, may come to an end with his generation.

But if you don't run.
Just as Emperor Naruhito was still struggling to make a decision, his wife Masako and several other children screamed in surprise in the room.

Click, click, click——

On the satellite projection screen, the High Priest Sato, who carried the hopes of countless people, could no longer hold on.

Dark cracks appeared on his massive blue body after he transformed into a wooden figure.

“Roar, roar!!!”

Beside the colossal Rashomon gate standing in the air, a gigantic monster, larger than a skyscraper and with muscles like reinforced concrete, solidified completely. It raised a pair of dark, sharp horns on its head that exuded a sinister aura, charged like a bull, and slammed into the chest of the blue wooden figure, piercing it through.

"Dong, dong, dong——"

This blow was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Under the unacceptable gazes of the people, the blue wooden figure that was the High Priest Sato had transformed into retreated rapidly, crashing into several tall buildings behind him before his huge body fell to the ground, stirring up a huge cloud of dust.

This scene looks like something out of a Japanese tokusatsu (special effects) film.

Unlike tokusatsu films, no matter how much people called out and prayed, High Priest Sato really couldn't stand up.

A faint blue light appeared.

In the newly formed ruins, the giant wooden figure made of tree branches rapidly disintegrated.

Finally, the Grand Priest Sato, his body mangled and barely breathing, appeared before the people.

"grandfather."

Unlike the others who fled, Sato Shizuka, who was driving a car and rushing towards Kyoto, saw this and her eyes were filled with rage. She gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the veins on the back of her fair palms bulged out, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment.

"hateful!!"

Meanwhile, in the sky, the dozen or so fighter pilots who had remained motionless under orders from their superiors were finally inspired by this. Without needing any prompting from their superiors, they locked onto the giant, monstrous bull-like creature and fiercely pressed the missile launch button.

"Damn monster, don't underestimate the bond between us!!"

"Today, I, Fujiwara Kojiro, will save the world."

"Go forth, air-to-air missiles that carry all my fighting spirit!"

Amidst the increasingly cheesy speeches of these Self-Defense Force members, dozens of powerful missiles were simultaneously launched at the Ushioni, which had just appeared and was wreaking havoc on Kyoto's buildings like a monster from a tokusatsu movie.

boom! Boom boom! !
Amidst the tense yet expectant gazes of the crowd, dozens of enormous flames erupted from the opponent's rough, rock-like black skin, and his massive body staggered back a few steps.

But that's about it.

On the contrary, the giant Rashomon in the air, with the last obstacle gone, opened its central face completely.

Accompanied by the wails and howls of ghosts, the legend of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, which once took place in Heian-kyo, is being reenacted on this land after a thousand years.

In a well-appointed mansion in Kamigyo Ward, Kyoto, screams of terror could be heard coming from a woman.

Wearing only a slip dress, Mrs. Takahashi, who is over forty years old but still looks charming because of her good maintenance, is holding her daughter Aiko, who is still in junior high school, and retreating in front of the intruders who broke into her home.

Her husband lay in a pool of blood in the living room, his eyes wide open, dying with unseeing disbelief. "You bastard, Ozaki! My husband helped you so much, how could you do this?!"

The still-attractive lady sternly rebuked the smug young man in front of her.

But such lukewarm words only excited Ozaki, the down-on-his-luck man who didn't want to escape but instead wanted to take revenge on his former president.

He wiped the blood from his face, glanced at his superior's wife and daughter trembling before him in the villa, a wicked glint in his eyes, and said indifferently:

"Shouldn't that old man have died? I was just short of money and wanted to get an advance on my salary, but he fired me, leaving me unable to find a job and homeless."

"That's because you gambled excessively, not only accumulating a mountain of debt, but also trying to secretly embezzle company assets."

Mrs. Takahashi became even angrier upon hearing this, "My husband didn't call the police to arrest you because of how hard your father has worked for our company for so many years."

"is it?"

The down-on-his-luck man, Ozaki, deliberately feigned a look of sudden realization. Looking at the glimpse of white skin peeking out from the woman's chest, he licked his lips, took a few steps forward, and chuckled:
"So President Takahashi is so good to me, then I should take care of you and your daughter for him. I think you don't want your daughter to get her face slashed by me later, do you? Mrs. Takahashi, why don't you come over here obediently?"

"Hehe, that's really interesting."

Just as he said this, a woman's soft laughter suddenly rang out from inside the villa.

The laughter alone was enough to ignite a fiery passion within the down-on-his-luck man, Ozaki.

He clutched the blood-stained dagger in his hand, licked his lips, and looked toward the direction from which the laughter came.

At the dimly lit entrance of the villa, a beautiful woman dressed in a brightly colored kimono had appeared out of nowhere.

The other person was tall and slender with fair skin and a head of smooth black hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. Every part of her exuded an irresistible allure.

The down-on-his-luck man, Ozaki, only glanced at her before his expression turned blank and dazed. He completely forgot about the mother and daughter from before, and impatiently rushed forward, tackling the beautiful woman to the ground and filming an action scene on the spot.

"My beloved son, you are not allowed to look."

Mrs. Takahashi quickly covered her underage daughter's eyes, but not long after, stimulated by the passionate sounds between the man and woman, she felt a little hot and couldn't help but glance over there herself.

With just one glance, Mrs. Takahashi felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

One by one, spider legs covered in thick black hair silently emerged from beneath the beautiful woman's kimono, waiting for their prey to give them a moment of pleasure before taking their lives and swallowing them whole.

Seemingly noticing that someone was watching her, the beautiful woman turned her head 180 degrees, revealing her fair skin as she smiled and glanced at Mrs. Takahashi.

"Tsk, tsk."

Meanwhile, at a hot spring hotel not far from the villa, a group of burly men with large tattoos on their bodies held guns, listening to the screams that kept coming from outside. Cold sweat dripped down their backs, and their teeth chattered.

This is a base of the Sumiyoshi-kai, a Japanese yakuza organization. Its full name is Ishii Finance Company, which specializes in providing financial assistance to Japanese citizens in urgent need of money, which is essentially usury.

Every day, some desperate and unlucky souls are forced to come here, betting everything they have, only to have all their value squeezed out of them in the end.

However, these usually ruthless gang members were now like frightened birds.

Especially after they witnessed their companions muster the courage to run out, only to encounter a giant human-headed monster rolling rapidly down the street, which then devoured them whole.

The remaining gang members were living in constant fear, too afraid to go out rashly, and increasingly terrified by the unusual noises coming from outside.

"Tuk-tuk."

Just as these gang members were on the verge of a mental breakdown, a very polite knock sounded at their door.

"Boss Shishijing".

The tattooed men in the room all turned their gazes toward the middle-aged man among them who was holding a golden statue of Guanyin.

This gang leader, who had caused countless families to be torn apart and killed, yet was a staunch Buddhist, now wore a fluctuating expression. He tightened his grip on the Guanyin statue he was holding, his gaze sweeping over his nervous and uneasy subordinates before finally addressing one of the younger men:
"Kato, you go. Everyone else, put the safety on and be alert. If anything sneaks in, shoot immediately."

"Boss Ishii, it's me."

The young man with dyed yellow hair pointed to himself with a bitter expression. Finally, under the other party's cold and unyielding gaze, he had no choice but to walk cautiously to the door of the room, turning back every few steps, and open the door.

A well-dressed, bald old man stood at the entrance, wearing a black haori and with a katana for self-defense tucked into his waistband, looking quite dignified.

The blond-haired youth took a step back in fear upon seeing him, swallowed hard, and asked, "Who are you?"

“I am your leader’s grandfather.”

The bald old man looked at him and smiled slightly.

"Yes, it's you. Please come in."

The blond-haired youth suddenly looked enlightened, led the bald old man into the room, and exclaimed in surprise, "Boss Ishii, your grandfather is here!"

"Baka! My grandfather died a long time ago."

In the hot spring room on the upper floor of the house, gang leader Ishii was furious upon hearing this. He immediately grabbed the Guanyin statue with one hand and raised his gun with the other.

His men had already pointed their guns at the door.

Click, click.

In an instant, dozens of dark gun barrels were pointed at the bald old man, but he remained completely calm. With his hand on the hilt of his katana at his waist, he walked in unhurriedly, sat down, and said, "My grandsons, I am your grandfather. Don't you remember me?"

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The gang members were stunned for a moment.

Influenced by some mysterious force, their expressions became dazed, and after a moment they dropped their guns and, led by their leader Ishii, bowed respectfully and shouted.

"Grandpa!!" ×n
(End of this chapter)