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Chapter 166 Water and Land Dharma Assembly
As Japan's 103rd Prime Minister, Shigeru Ishiba certainly has the right to say these words.

Not to mention that having Master Xishan hold a Water and Land Dharma Assembly to seal that spacetime rift was already what everyone wanted.

"I agree."

"Seconded."

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Although Shigeru Ishiba was not present, his proposal was unanimously approved by the cabinet.

This is quite a rare occurrence for the Japanese cabinet, which is also divided into factions.

After all, in the past, even a very small matter would often require them to hold repeated meetings and argue heatedly for a long time because it involved the interests of all parties.

but now.
Everyone was hoping that the deadly spacetime rift above their heads would be sealed off as soon as possible.

Because of rampant bureaucracy, the Japanese government, whose administrative efficiency has always been notoriously poor, has been remarkably efficient in this matter.

Orders were issued from the cabinet and were actively implemented by various departments.

Soon, after seeking advice from Master Nishiyama Akihiko, the location and time for this Water and Land Dharma Assembly were determined.

This is likely the most grand Buddhist Water and Land Dharma Assembly in modern times, and it will be held in seven days at Senso-ji Temple, the oldest temple in Tokyo.

When the news was announced by the Japanese government, the prices of hotels and inns around Senso-ji Temple, which was already a popular tourist destination, increased almost tenfold instantly, and international flight tickets to Tokyo became extremely difficult to obtain.

Even knowing there might be danger, no devout Buddhist could resist participating in such a grand Buddhist event that one might only see once in a lifetime.

Just like many elderly people who believe in Tibetan Buddhism, their lifelong dream is to circumambulate Mount Kailash and cleanse themselves of their sins.

Isn't this also a kind of pilgrimage?

Thailand, Myanmar, Cambodia, Bhutan, Sri Lanka, and other major Buddhist countries have all issued statements in response to announcements from the Japanese government, indicating that they will send important national leaders to participate in this Water and Land Dharma Assembly.

The United States, the United Kingdom, France, Germany, and other European and American countries have also stated that they will send important personnel to participate in the ceremony.

The upcoming Water and Land Dharma Assembly to be held in Tokyo has attracted widespread attention.

Everyone was eagerly awaiting the Dharma assembly to be held in seven days, hoping to see the true face of Master Nishiyama Akihiko, who was said to be in seclusion for recuperation.

Meanwhile, the Japanese government has not forgotten the other two extraordinary individuals who demonstrated formidable combat prowess during the Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) in Kyoto.

Inside an Inari shrine in Kyoto.

After rushing and finally driving back to Kyoto, Sato Shizuka found her grandfather's mangled body placed in a wreath.

"Miss Sato, please accept our condolences. High Priest Sato died for the sake of millions of citizens in Kyoto."

Kyoto Mayor Koji Matsui personally attended the event and bowed deeply to the young lady before him.

The Kyoto city officials behind him were the same; regardless of their previous moods, they all wore solemn expressions and bowed at a ninety-degree angle to mourn the shrine's head priest.

Many of the priests and Onmyoji who were also present watched this scene silently.

I know this is the Japanese government trying to win people's hearts and minds!

After all, Mr. Sato is not some wild superhuman; he has the Inari God as his backer.

Furthermore, Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine in Kyoto serves as the head shrine for over 3 Inari shrines throughout the country.

The Sato family also wielded considerable influence in religious circles.

If it were an ordinary person who suddenly gained superhuman abilities and died like that, their body would probably be on the autopsy table by now.

".grandfather."

Ignoring the strangers she didn't recognize, Sato Shizuka walked blankly to the body of High Priest Sato, gently stroking his pale face. Her eyes gradually reddened and filled with tears.

Tick. Tick.

Some of the tears fell onto the emerald green wooden fox mask beside High Priest Sato.

Chime! !

In an instant, the fox mask emitted bursts of emerald light, forming a glowing green sphere that kept everyone else out.

"This"

The officials and priests at the shrine exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

In fact, before Sato Shizuka arrived, they had already made various attempts with this fox mask, which was very likely to have divine power.

However, the other party did not react to them at all.

Is this thing a family heirloom?!

Amidst their somewhat bewildered and confused gazes, Sato Shizuka, enveloped in the light, looked at the familiar figure before her and exclaimed with equal joy, "Grandpa, you're not dead?!"

"No, I'm dead."

The semi-transparent figure of High Priest Sato shook his head, looking at his only granddaughter with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, but still said briefly, "Shizuka, at my age, to die so spectacularly and to be able to see Inari before I die, I have no regrets in this life. But you are still young, you must live well."

"Especially, you must find me a boyfriend, get married, and have children. These days, you young people are always talking about being childless by choice. What kind of talk is that? How can you face the ancestors of the Sato family?"

"Pfft."

These words that Sato Shizuka usually found tedious sounded incredibly comforting to her now. Her face was a mixture of smiles and tears, and she didn't argue at all. She obediently nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you. Grandpa, you're in a ghost state right now, aren't you? For the sake of the Sato family's future, you should stay here and supervise me. Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether I can complete the mission."

"You bastard, you actually dared to threaten me!"

Upon hearing this, High Priest Sato chuckled, raised his hand and gently patted his granddaughter's shoulder, a hint of nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

“I raised you to be my heir since you were little, but I never expected you to develop such a tomboyish personality. No man will like that, Xiaojing.”

"If not, then there won't be."

Sato Shizuka shrugged nonchalantly, reached out and took her grandfather's hand, a rare hint of childlike innocence appearing on her handsome face. "Grandpa, please stay. You're my only family."

"Ha ha."

High Priest Sato threw his head back and laughed.

After enjoying a final moment of tenderness with his granddaughter, he slowly said, "Grandpa will be watching over you from heaven, Xiaojing. Remember, you must have many more children, otherwise your grandpa will not rest in peace."

After saying this, High Priest Sato's semi-transparent figure gradually disappeared.

Meanwhile, to the astonishment of the crowd, the young woman seemed to have inherited the power of High Priest Sato; the fox mask appeared on her face automatically, emanating a powerful aura.

Thump! Thump! Thump!
Instantly, everyone retreated.

Having realized what had happened, Sato Shizuka slowly opened her eyes. Thinking of what the old scoundrel had said to her last, she gritted her teeth with a mixture of shame and anger, and suddenly realized that she wasn't so sad after all.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Yoshiya Harada, who also displayed great power during the Kyoto Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, is now being bombarded by the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism.

"What?! This company, with a market value of nearly 50 billion yen, is being given to me for free?!"

In an elegantly styled reception room, upon hearing the words of the richly dressed elderly man before him, Harada Yoshiya's eyes widened, and his heart, quite pathetically, began to race. "Not bad."

The elegantly dressed old man sat upright, smiled and nodded, "Mr. Harada is a young prodigy and comes from a prestigious family. He should not be bothered by such trivial matters. These are what you deserve. If Mr. Harada has any ideas about establishing his own school in the future, my Mitsui family is willing to do our best to help him."

"Ah this."

The old man was so kind and generous that Harada Yoshiya couldn't possibly refuse him.

He was about to answer when he suddenly sensed something unusual, as if there was another person in the room. He had been carrying the demon sword Onikiri at his waist.

His eyes sharpened instantly, locking onto the shadow in the corner of the room. He sprang up, gripped his sword with both hands, and unleashed a fierce and domineering slash, cutting through the air with crimson sword energy.

Tear! !
In an instant, the wall on the left side of the reception room was cleaved open, the cut was smooth and flat, and even the remaining sword energy flew outwards, cutting through a rockery in the courtyard.

"Master of the house."

The security personnel at the luxurious estate, hearing the noise, assumed that the two sides had fallen out and immediately rushed over with their guns raised, pointing them at Harada Yoshiya, who was standing there on guard.

"How dare you! You are so rude!!"

Although the elderly man in fine clothes was unclear about the specifics of this sudden turn of events, he knew that Harada Yoshiya was definitely not targeting him.

Otherwise, he would have been dead under that single strike, powerful enough to cleave gold and sever jade.

He stood up abruptly, his voice sharp and stern, and ordered the security personnel to put down their guns.

At the same time, realizing there might be danger there, he quietly moved away a little.

Didn't make it.

The black shadows on the ground coalesced into a human shape, and then it was grabbed.

"Elliott Camorra!!"

The security personnel immediately recognized the audacious, globally wanted criminal who dared to oppose the US government. They were both shocked and furious, and immediately raised their guns to point at him.

Elliott didn't even glance at these ordinary people who posed no threat to him.

They grabbed the elderly Japanese man, who was of high status, and held him hostage.

He glanced at Harada Yoshiya, who was giving him a slightly troublesome look, and carefully examined him before asking:
"You have the lingering aura of shadow power on you. What is your relationship with the Flying Eagle?!"

"what??!"

Harada Yoshiya frowned upon hearing this.

It took him a while to realize that the residual shadow power the other party was referring to must be the strange space he had been taken into by Flying Eagle not long ago.

"And what is your relationship with him?"

Harada Yoshi didn't answer but asked a question in return. The demon sword in his hand released layers of blood energy, its sharp aura held back but not released, firmly locking onto this uninvited guest.

"I am his creditor!!"

Elliott, his face cold and unwilling to waste words, gripped the old Japanese man's neck tightly, the threat unmistakable.

"Cough, cough, cough."

And then he saw that the head of the Mitsui family, who had just given him 50 billion yen, was about to die.

Harada Yoshiya couldn't just stand by and watch him die, so he had no choice but to say:

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you. I did see Flying Eagle once before, and he even used the snake talisman with strange power to take me to a shadowy space."

"But I really don't know where he is now."

"A snake charm?!"

Elliott frowned upon hearing this, realizing that what the other person said was probably true.

Because when he chased the eagle to Kyoto, he suddenly discovered that he could no longer sense the shadowy power within the eagle's body.

Instead, he noticed the lingering shadowy aura on Harada Yoshiya.

So he stealthily followed them all the way.

"Could it be that the kid knew I was looking for him and deliberately hid in that space, refusing to come out?"

The thought flashed through Elliott's mind. The next second, sensing an extremely powerful aura suddenly appearing in the manor, he changed his expression and quickly disappeared into the shadows on the ground.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

The elderly man in fine clothes, who had been rescued, was helped up by his subordinates. He was breathing heavily and straightened his appearance. He bowed to 'Nishiyama Akihiko' who was walking towards him and said, "Thank you for saving me, Master. Aren't you supposed to be meditating at Kiyomizu-dera Temple? Why are you here?"

To be honest, after hearing that his second son had exposed his own ugliness after listening to the chanting, the head of the Mitsui family was already somewhat afraid of this high monk and planned to keep his distance from him.

"Amitabha, this humble monk sensed an evil aura here and came here specifically to investigate. Please forgive me, Mr. Mitsui."

Pudu Cihang remained calm, his hands clasped together in prayer.

Although he didn't say much, his tireless efforts in coming over without asking for anything in return even made the elderly man in fine clothes feel a little guilty.

He felt he might be overthinking things.

This Master Xishan is indeed a virtuous and eminent monk!

"Haha, this is hilarious! A centipede demon impersonating a high monk, and these Japanese actually believed it!"

At the same time, as Elliott emerged from a shadow in the distance, the skull illusion he had kept close to his chest flew out automatically, and Shiro stepped out, clutching his stomach and laughing heartily, as if he had encountered something very funny.

"Lord Shilu, you mean that monk from earlier was..."

Elliott, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up in surprise upon hearing this.

"Heh heh, what do you think? I could tell he wasn't human at first glance."

"Should we get involved in this?!"

Elliott, with the awareness of a subordinate, asked.

"Why should we interfere? We're just here to watch the show."

Shiro crossed his arms and smiled with a hint of malice.

Meanwhile, the seven days passed quickly amidst the Japanese government's intensive preparations.

Asakusa Temple, Tokyo.

Yellow prayer flags fluttered as monks from all over gathered here, dispersing according to their status to various altars such as the Great Altar, the Medicine Buddha Altar, and the Vajra Altar to chant sutras and pay homage to the Buddha.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom! !

As the deep, resonant tolling of the bell rang, the densely packed Buddhists surrounding Senso-ji Temple excitedly raised their heads, gazing at the solemn and dignified Master Nishiyama on the high platform, knowing that the most solemn Buddhist ceremony in nearly a century was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)