Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 240 All mysteries revealed, sister-in-law night club president

Maybe it's not just embarrassing, it's uncomfortable.

As for whether they like this kind of discomfort, Fang Zuo doesn't know.

Fang Zuo sensed this body, although the Nascent Soul and soul in his body were extremely weak.

However, this body after body training brought him some different feelings.

Fang Zuo grasped a wisp of incense power.

The power of the incense coiled around his fingertips, trying to find the direction to the shrine.

He did not dare to use too much incense power. This time, the incense power on Yumutuoliu's soul took him a lot of effort to remove.

It would be a bit cautious to refine and devour this thing again.

Fang Zuo slowly injected this wisp of incense power into his body.

Inside the skin, the imprinted Asura Dao patterns are interconnected with one's own meridian acupoints.

The power of the incense first rushed towards Fang Zuo's soul along the meridians and acupoints.

Fang Zuo's spiritual thoughts spread out.

The Asura Dao pattern opened up instantly, greedily devouring the power of the incense, crushing the churning and noisy wishes of the believers, and then feeding the power of the incense back to Fang Zuo's meridian acupoints, feeding it back to his body.

Really useful.

Fang Zuo was delighted.

The wishes and causal forces of these believers that disturbed and entangled Fang Zuo's soul were shattered by the Dao patterns of Asura.

Among the six ancient reincarnations, the Asura path was originally a unique existence.

Although the Heavenly Court has cut off the Asura Path, it is no problem for Daowen to digest these chaotic causes and effects of creation.

Fang Zuo pinched out a few more wisps of incense and continued to refine them.

However, the Asura Dao pattern was not engraved deeply, and was filled with the power of the incense in a few seconds, and the absorption began to become slow.

Fang Zuo has been practicing Taoism for so many years that he certainly knows the principle that dripping water wears away a stone and that sand piles up to form a tower. One cannot rush into cultivation.

He stood up and stretched his strong body, feeling quite satisfied.

However, after consuming a few wisps of incense, the body began to have a faint scent of incense.

Although many people who have reached this level of cultivation no longer value the physical body, it does not mean that the physical body is useless.

In several ancient wars, the most powerful fighters were usually immortals who had achieved sanctification in the flesh.

And he also embarked on this path through Ashura's body.

Although based on this Asura remnant, the achievements are very limited.

However, it is foreseeable that it won't be long before I can rely on my physical body to pass through the barrier of incense and enter the kingdom of God and heaven of those religions.

Fang Zuo removed the concealing formation and strode out.

Another night.

Looking at the bright moon above from Mount Fuji, although it is still bright and clear, it is still not as big and round as the one I see in my hometown.

just.

There is one thing that is everywhere.

They are just short-sighted and desperate ants, no different from back home.

Fang Zuo was looking up at the moon.

Several figures popped out and surrounded Fang Zuo like grasshoppers under the watery moonlight.

"Finally you're out! We've been waiting for you for a long time." One of the figures took two steps forward, the moonlight shining on his face. A white-bearded Taoist holding a whisk bowed and said, "Exalted, Your Excellency."

She was wearing a Taoist robe with yellow and white chrysanthemums embroidered on the hem of her skirt.

"My name is Haneda Michihiro, from the Jiuju School. Have you ever heard of me?"

Fang Zuo looked at this Haneda Michihiro with amusement.

A bright moon was in the sky, and the mountain breeze was blowing. The Taoist priest had fluttering sleeves, neat clothes, and spoke in an elegant manner. He had a kind of immortal air and the demeanor of a great man.

It’s just that the chrysanthemum embroidered on the Taoist robe looks a bit fancy and out of place.

Seeing Fang Zuo staring at him without saying anything, Haneda Michihiro coughed and continued, "I think your concealment formation is truly mysterious. Although we discovered it, we still can't find a way to break it. I wonder which Onmyoji family you come from?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just say what you want to say." Fang Zuo frowned, "I don't have the patience to wait."

"You!" The Taoist's companion stood up and shouted, but was stopped by Haneda Michihiro. He glared at his companion, then turned to Fang Zuo and said with a smile, "Please don't be anxious, sir. I'm taking up a moment of your time to ask you something. Since you've set up a concealment formation on Mount Fuji, I'm sure you've witnessed the battle with the Ashura spirit a few days ago?"

"I have seen it." Fang Zuo said.

Michihiro Haneda's face lit up with joy, yet also a bit of surprise.

The Jiujiu sect has always been a transcendent existence in Japan, relying on its formations.

As one of the members of the Jiuju faction, he naturally has a deep understanding of the battle formations.

But this young man's simple concealment formation was so mysterious that even he himself couldn't break it. It was definitely not something that an ordinary Onmyoji family could set up.

The fact that he did not hide the fact that he had seen the remnant soul of Asura further demonstrated his confidence in himself.

"May I ask if Ashura's residual soul was annihilated and has left anything behind?" Haneda Michihiro asked with a smile.

"Some original power was left in my hands." Fang Zuo said lightly.

The Jiujiu sect members, who were dressed like Taoist priests, were overjoyed upon hearing the news. Just as they were about to step forward, they were stopped by Haneda Michihiro's eyes.

"Alright, we're also worried about the Asura's original power harming the local people. Now that it's in your hands, we're relieved." Haneda Michihiro flung his whisk and bowed, saying, "It's our fault for disturbing you, please don't mind."

Fang Zuo glanced at the white-bearded Taoist priest in surprise, and he actually had quite a keen eye.

"What? You're not coming to rob?" Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Then can I leave now?"

"You are joking, sir. I dare not do such an overstep." Haneda Michihiro shook his head, bowed slightly, and made way.

Very low posture.

Since this young man is completely unpredictable, let him go first and follow him to find out the details before taking any action.

Those who are arrogant and impulsive will not live long.

But the young man didn't move at all and didn't seem to intend to leave.

"What force did you just say it came from?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

"Have you ever heard of the Jiuju School?" Haneda Michihiro said proudly.

Any direct descendant of an Onmyoji family with some legacy will definitely know them.

"I've heard of it." Fang Zuo nodded and smiled, "Dry Day Fish Belly White" Feng Shui scheme in Lujiazui, Shanghai, was also designed by you?"

"That's right." A proud look appeared on Haneda Michihiro's face.

The Jiujiu School, who considered themselves the descendants of the Qin Dynasty, laid a great Feng Shui formation in Japan for hundreds of years, which nurtured the prosperity of Tokyo, but it was not their most proud work.

In their view, only by defeating the group of Feng Shui masters in China can they prove their identity as orthodox bloodlines.

When the dragon vein of the ancestral dragon awakens and Shanghai takes off.

The World Financial Center built in Lujiazui is built on the intestines of the dragon fish that jumps over the Dragon Gate in the Huangpu River.

This action of the fish intestines helping the dragon veins was taken advantage of by the Jiujiu sect.

In order to prevent Tokyo's underground dragon energy from being sucked away by Shanghai, the Jiuju faction bribed the winning construction company and designed the building of "Saber Supporting Red Sun".

It created the Feng Shui situation of "a knife piercing the fish's intestines, the sun roasting the Pujiang River" and "the fish's belly turns white on a dry day".

Once the building is completed, the dragon fish will be unable to jump over the Dragon Gate and become a dragon vein, which will inevitably delay the time for the ancestor dragon to soar.

In the end, it was cleverly resolved by Chinese Feng Shui masters.

Fang Zuo nodded. "I also heard that the 'Wind and Thunder Seventy-Twenty Nail Formation' on the dragon vein of China's Qinling Mountains was also created by you?"

Michihiro Haneda became even more proud after hearing this.

He personally participated in planning this game.

"Yes, it was us who used the 72 villas as an excuse to drive the Dragon-Severing Stakes and set up the '72 Wind and Thunder Formations' to slay Conglong. Unfortunately, we were discovered in the end and our plan failed."

Speaking of the failure, Haneda Michihiro couldn't help shaking his head, feeling very regretful.

"That's all." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Give me your life."

Haneda Michihiro took a step back and looked at Fang Zuo warily: "What do you mean, sir?"

Fang Zuo was too lazy to talk to them anymore and was eager to try out the degree of strengthening of his body.

A light punch.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, howling and wailing.

The surging air waves swept away the snow within a radius of dozens of meters, revealing the frozen ground.

Michihiro Haneda's pupils shrank slightly, and with a sweep of his whisk, a huge earth shield appeared in front of him.

There was a loud bang.

The earth shield shattered instantly like porcelain hitting a hammer.

The punch was still as powerful as ever, heading straight for Michihiro Haneda's face.

Michihiro Haneda's figure faded, and the frozen soil under his feet melted like soft mud and water.

His body sank into the mud and water in an instant, and then appeared ten meters away the next second.

Earth Escape?

Fang Zuo smiled. This pure physical strength was indeed extraordinary. Not only did he not use any spiritual energy, he didn't even use any blood or qi. He just punched with such power.

"Your Excellency, are you really going to make an enemy of us?" Haneda Michihiro sneered, "So you're just a martial arts master. I guess I overestimated you."

He shouted, "Attack."

Several companions beside him waved their hands instantly, and ice cones, fireballs, water talismans, and various spells flew towards him from the left.

These are indeed some basic Taoist techniques, not those messy Yin-Yang techniques.

Fang slowly threw a punch with both hands.

The Asura pattern on his arm flashed.

The power of the incense that had been refined into the body gushed out.

A stream of black light shot out from the fist like a raging fire.

There was no sound and not much fanfare.

But everyone from the Jiuju Sect was stunned in the black light for an instant.

The body showed no movement, as stiff as a statue, and the pupils of the eyes disappeared instantly and turned white.

Fang Zuo could see the souls of these people showing expressions of fear, and then instantly disappearing in screams.

Fang Zuo felt this power, an experience he had never had before.

It is not included in the Five Elements and Yin and Yang, and does not belong to the Taoist and Buddhist systems.

'Pah, pah, pah.'

A burst of applause interrupted Fang Zuo's thoughts.

A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a white suit walked out, his pair of brown brogues showing his British style.

He has the appearance that women and girls like.

"Your Excellency the Infinite Heavenly Lord, fellow Taoist, greetings." The man performed a standard Taoist bow.

It was a bit out of place to be doing such an orthodox Taoist bow in this standard Western outfit.

Fang Zuo turned around and looked at the middle-aged man. He had a good appearance and his realm was not low.

He laughed and said, "I thought you would attack from the dark, but I didn't expect you to come out."

"There's no need for a sneak attack." The middle-aged man also said with a smile: "Since fellow Daoist is also from the Daoist sect, we are family. If I ask one of us for something, I shouldn't be rejected."

"Which Taoist sect are you from?" Fang Zuo looked the middle-aged man up and down and asked with interest.

"My Buddhist name is Xuanfeng, and my name is Samdao." The middle-aged man raised his palm and saluted.

"What the hell?" Fang Zuo frowned.

Is this also Taoism?
"Samfadao said this to the white people so that they can understand it when I preach." Xuanfeng said with a smile: "The Three Luoshen Dao is the correct name."

"What is the Third Heavenly Master Dao?" Fang Zuo frowned even deeper.

If this guy didn't have orthodox Taoist skills, Fang Zuo would have slapped him in the face long ago.

Tianshi Dao is Zhengyi Dao, and Longhu Mountain is its ancestral temple, but what are these three Luo prefixes?
"Sanluo Tianshi Dao" Xuanfeng said with a smile: "This is the branch of Taoism founded by my master in North America."

Establish your own sect? Or in America?
Fang Zuo smiled. If what Xuanfeng said was true, he would really admire his master.

In America, the Protestant stronghold.

Protestantism has always adopted a nonchalant attitude towards cults.

The more cults there are, the easier it is for them to act. If they want to cause trouble for someone, they can just pretend to be a cult member and do anything.

However, the United States has launched an all-out crackdown on major Orthodox churches, and in recent years, few Orthodox churches have been able to establish themselves and preach in the United States.

"I'm very curious about how you preach in the Protestant territory." Fang Zuo asked with a smile, "Can Jesus let you go?" "Oh, that's right. Jesus is just one of Laozi's incarnations. Strictly speaking, we and Protestantism are one family." Xuanfeng said with a smile.

Fang Zuo was stunned and burst into laughter.

Hahaha.

He began to admire his master more and more.

"I happen to have our doctrines here. If you are interested, you can take a look at them. You can also join our sect." Xuanfeng spread out his hands, and a booklet appeared in his hand and handed it to Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo took it with a smile. There was a Tai Chi icon on the cover.

The yin and yang fish eyes are replaced by Tao and cross respectively.

Turn to the first page.

On the title page, Jesus is sitting on a teaching chair, holding a staff, with a wheel of faith behind his head.

Wearing a religious robe and practicing Taoist techniques.

A row of large English propaganda slogans are on it: Christ is the eternal way

There was a strange look on Fang Zuo's face.

This is equivalent to directly raiding the Protestant Church.

The Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are one and the same, and are nothing more than the incarnation of Lao Tzu.

I have to admit that this Sanluo Tianshi Dao is quite powerful.

"Okay, I admit it." Fang Zuo threw the booklet back.

"Since fellow Daoist has admitted that I am one of you, then please give the things to me. Don't ruin the relationship." Xuanfeng took the booklet and put it away and said.

"You also want the original power left by Ashura?" Fang Zuo shook his head: "You don't have the ability."

"Whether you have this ability or not, you won't know until you try." Xuan Feng slowly took out a small black banner. "I know your realm is not low, but with the current situation where spiritual energy is so shallow, even if you reach a higher realm without spiritual energy, it will be useless. But I am different."

"You still have a magic weapon." Fang Zuo looked at the small banner and felt it looked familiar. After a closer look, he found that it was indeed something he recognized.

Xuanfeng threw the small black banner into the air.

The small flag rolled and hovered in the air, shook, and dropped a talisman.

The talisman swelled up in the wind and shook in the air, like an old cow shaking off lice, shaking off countless tadpole spells.

These tadpole spells were like countless leeches, winding and overlapping in the air, forming a huge skull.

"Where did you catch so many resentful souls?" Fang Zuo's eyes narrowed, and he realized that these tadpole-like spells were transformed from resentful souls.

They were all bound in small black banners.

"I just came back from Ukraine. There's nothing strange about collecting resentful souls on the battlefield." Xuan Feng bowed slightly to Fang Zuo and said with a smile, "I don't want to make things difficult for my friends, but anyone who stands in my way will die."

Following his bow.

The huge skull formed by the spell screamed like a ghost and rushed towards Fang Zuo.

Fang Zuo didn't move either.

Let the skull crash into your flesh.

The moment it entered the body, this huge skeleton made of tadpole talismans actually transformed into an expression of fear.

Then it disappeared without a sound.

In the past, Fang Zuo would have killed both the small flag magic weapon and the Taoist Xuanfeng in the white suit with just one slap.

Even if this skull enters the flesh, it will be refined once the divine consciousness is released.

But now.

He crushed all these resentful souls with just his physical body.

"You..." Taoist Xuanfeng looked at Fang Zuo in surprise. "How could your body be forged like this? Forging the body with the Thirteen Supreme Scriptures? Impossible. Unless you have forged the Dharmakāya, you can't have such power."

Fang Zuo sighed as he looked at the Taoist Xuanfeng, who was also considered a direct descendant of the Taoist sect. "Besides collecting souls and refining ghosts, your small banner can also be used to separate souls and refine souls. I'll give you another chance. You might as well use it on me."

Taoist Xuanfeng looked at Fang Zuo in shock, and saw through the magic weapon given to him by his master at a glance.

Who is this man?

Grit your teeth.

Taoist Xuanfeng pinched his fingers and pointed at the small black flag floating in the air.

Suddenly, a black light shot out from the small banner and fixed Fang Zuo's spirit platform from a distance.

A pulling force was about to suck out Fang Zuo's soul.

Fang Zuo smiled and let the black light pull him away.

A huge pressure was pulled out.

It was as if the wrath of heaven was coming, forcing Taoist Xuanfeng to kneel on the ground with a "bang".

He gritted his teeth and trembled continuously, saying in a trembling voice, "No, it's impossible. Yuanying Zhenren, how come there is another Yuanying Zhenren in this world besides Master?"

Fang Zuo was not surprised to hear what he said. Based on this small banner, he knew that his master was the same as himself.

Jiangxi, Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Town, the soul-calming banner of the Demon-Subduing Hall.

At the wellhead in the Hedian Hall, two yellow talismans written by heavenly masters suppress the souls of the 108 evil stars in the wellhead.

It disappeared a hundred years ago, how could it appear here?

"Fellow Daoist, please come out." Fang Zuo said lightly as he looked at Xuan Feng who was pinned to the ground and couldn't breathe.

A divine soul rushed out from the Xuanfeng Lingtai.

The world is solemn.

As vast and panic-stricken as Fang Zuo's soul.

"Greetings, fellow Taoist." A Taoist priest in purple robe with a blurred face descended from the sky and bowed in front of Xuanfeng as a sign of respect.

"You're welcome." Fang Zuo bowed in return.

"It is my fault that I offended you, fellow Taoist. Could you please give me a favor and spare my life?" said the Taoist in purple robe.

Fang Zuo thought for a moment and said, "Answer me a few questions, and I'll spare him."

"Three questions." said the Taoist in purple robe.

"Okay." Fang Zuo nodded.

"The first question is why the Heavenly Road was cut off."

Fang Zuo asked.

Since this Taoist is also in the Nascent Soul stage and achieved enlightenment before him, he must have also taken the path to ascension.

Just don't know why it's here.

"The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, but there is no one there. Only the Heavenly Palace exists." The Taoist in purple robes replied.

Empty?
Fang Zuo was surprised. He thought of many possibilities, such as the power of creation gradually decreasing and the Heavenly Court closing the gates.

But I never expected that there would be no one there.

The entire Heavenly Palace was deserted. Why did all the gods and Buddhas leave? Where did they go?

No wonder Buddhist statues in Japan receive no worship at all.

Without the gods and Buddhas in the sky, where would the incense have to go?

But why can China still receive it?

Fang Zuo was a little confused.

"The second question is, why did you come back?" Fang Zuo continued to ask.

Even if there is no one in heaven, you can still stay here. Why should you go back to this place where there is no spiritual energy?

"Within thirty-three days, there is no more power of luck. There is no hope for the future, so we can only come back." The Taoist in purple robes replied.

Fang Zuo was silent for a while.

There is no more power of creation in heaven, so what is the point of staying?

"The third question is, what do you want to do?" Fang Zuo stared at the Taoist in purple robe.

No one asked who he was.

Since he ascended to heaven earlier than himself and took away the Demon-Suppressing Banner from Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi, his identity is obvious and there is no one else to think of.

but.

He placed so many chess pieces in various places and went to North America to establish a religion and preach.

I think the large-scale deployment of the US military in Japan was also his work.

What exactly does he want to do?
"I can't answer you this. It's not that I don't want to answer, it's that I can't answer." The Taoist in purple robe was silent for a moment, then pointed to the sky.

"Let me change the question. Where is he? Now that you're back, where is he?" Fang Zuo nodded to show that he understood and asked again.

"I can't answer you that. I can only tell you that what he and I did were different. We had disagreements, so we parted ways." The purple-robed Taoist replied.

"Okay, let your apprentice go, but I'll keep this one." Fang Zuo pointed to the small black flag floating in the sky.

"I didn't expect you to be interested in this little thing. Take it." The purple-robed Taoist smiled slightly, then fell silent for a moment before saying, "Why don't you..."

"Since he has a disagreement with you, why should I go with you?" Fang Zuo said with a smile.

When everyone reaches this level, how could they possibly humble themselves and have an affair with others?

"You're right, fellow Daoist. When you reach our level, everyone pursues a different path." The purple-robed Taoist smiled and said, "I hope my path doesn't block yours."

"It's hard to say." Fang Zuo shook his head.

"It's really hard to say." The purple-robed Taoist nodded and bowed, saying, "Then I'll take my leave. See you on the road, fellow Taoist."

"It's better not to meet." Fang Zuo said with a smile.

"It's better not to meet." The Taoist in purple robe also smiled, waved his hand, and disappeared with Xuanfeng.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then waved his hand and took the small black flag into his hand.

Stride towards Tokyo.

Inside the suite of the Imperial Hotel in Tokyo.

The bald old man was on a video call.

"What? All the high-ranking Shinto priests in Tokyo died? A post-natal god in the kingdom of God also perished?" The bald old man was so surprised after hearing these words that he couldn't speak.

This is a huge loss for Shintoism.

"Do you think it's possible that he did it?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked solemnly, "After all, he seems to be the only one who could have done it."

"Sir, I dare not speculate, but...it's just that I haven't seen that sir in a long time." The bald old man said, "Even the business we handed over to him, he never came to take over."

"The Shinto oracle says that the assassin who assassinated the Queen of the Kingdom of God is dead and has disappeared. Everything fits perfectly." The voice on the other end of the phone said, "It must be him."

"Then, what should I do?" asked the bald old man.

"Let's take back the industrial property, since no one wants it." The person on the phone said calmly, "This is a huge fortune."

"Hi!" the bald old man responded.

The bald old man opened the industrial group and entered with the president's account.

Issues all company instructions regarding restructuring.

In the group, a separate message was sent.

[President, can I meet with you alone and give you some advice?]

【Come to the Imperial Hotel Tokyo [601] suite. 】

【OK】

The bald old man looked at the man's profile picture with an obscene smile on his face.

I have seen this kind of situation too many times. When a woman takes the initiative to invite the president, what else could it be?

It's nothing more than sacrificing oneself in exchange for positions and other benefits.

Look at the picture of this woman, she is wearing a white sweater, her face is charming and a little pretty.

The side curves are raised, making her a rare beauty.

But I just love this one.

He looked up and saw a figure standing at the door, looking at him with a frown.

"Sir," the bald old man said in a trembling voice filled with fear.

A 'click' sound.

The phone fell.

The bald old man was shaking all over and didn't dare to pick up his phone.

Fang Zuo walked in and picked up his phone.

Looking at the messages in the industrial group.

Fang Zuo took a look and saw that this was the sister-in-law whose body he had taken over.
(End of this chapter)