Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 133 The Dongyue Temple in the First Year of Chongzhen
Li Xuan was stunned. Why would someone deliberately break into that house and seek death?

As expected of an island nation, it always brings him a unique and new experience.

When the Superintendent General of Police arrived at the hotel, he had his men bring a hearse with a transparent coffin inside, containing the body of the person who had died tragically the previous night.

He said, "Our police officers did not rush in. Instead, they used a rope hook to throw in and pull the body out. After investigation, we found that this person was the real estate agent who sold the Saeki family's house to the Tokunaga family. Last night, we deployed a large number of police officers to investigate this person's background and whereabouts. We never expected that he would die in the house."

Li Xuan carefully observed the coffin and noticed some long black hair on the real estate agent's body, which reminded him of Kayako's beautiful hair.

Kayako resurrected?
Even Takeo Saeki doesn't have hair this long...

Li Xuan fell silent, canceling his plan to clean the villa today, and said, "Superintendent General, I need to build the Underworld and the Prison Altar in the shortest possible time. Can you do that?"

The Superintendent of Police noticed something amiss in Li Xuan's expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Li, is there something wrong with this body?"

Li Xuan kept it brief: "There's something wrong with the house. Kayako has been resurrected. I need the blessing of the underworld and the prison altar to destroy this house with lightning speed."

Resurrection, resurrection...

The Superintendent of Police felt completely overwhelmed. He had met such a remarkable person as Li Gan last night, and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, trying every possible way to get Li Xuan to stay.

Now tell him that Kayako has been resurrected.

Weighing the pros and cons in his mind, he clenched his fists and said forcefully, "Mr. Li Gan, I will take you to the nearby mountains to choose a site today. If there is a shrine in the place you like, then we will demolish it!"

Upon hearing this, the department head, who was standing to the side as a backdrop, stumbled and almost fell onto the coffin. He cautiously reminded him, "I'm afraid this is not appropriate. Some shrines have a long history, and the people in charge have considerable backgrounds. If Mr. Li Gan really takes a fancy to a particular shrine, and we forcibly demolish it, we will definitely offend people."

The Superintendent General sneered, saying, "These shrines only ever demand money, luring people to make offerings and spouting empty rhetoric. Can they handle paranormal events? If I offend someone, I won't die anytime soon with my own strength, but if I don't handle paranormal events properly, I'll only face certain death..."

The department head was stunned for a moment; he could sense that the Superintendent General was going all out this time…

He knew it was time to take sides. He looked Li Xuan up and down, and finally nodded vigorously, saying, "You're right, I support you!"

The Superintendent General smiled, patted the Chief of Police on the shoulder, and said, "Actually, your position is no different from mine; we're both serving the island nation! I'm very grateful to the Chief of Police for making this choice, and I hope we can work together on this path in the future."

The minister felt bitter; he was already over forty and had long lost his ambition.

……

Island nations are places with varied climates, featuring both sea and mountains.

Although Tokyo is the capital of an island nation and its premier city, it has preserved much of its original topography, with shrines built all over the hills as if they were free.

Li Xuan actually saw the shrine of the Eastern Peak Emperor on a mountain peak to the east.

The place should have been inhabited by Taoist priests or something similar, but instead, several monks dressed in brown and yellow robes came out. Li Xuan quickly stopped and turned to the Superintendent General of Police, saying, "This doesn't seem to be a temple."

The Superintendent General coughed twice and said, "Due to some incidents, some shrines have undergone personnel reorganization. Since the shrines are simply unable to deal with the supernatural, the standards for these shrines have become more lenient." These monks were bloated and fat, their bodies jiggling as they walked, exuding a strong sense of worldly life.

If you took off these monks' robes, they would look exactly like sumo wrestlers. When they saw a group of guys in suits with name tags around their necks walking with a swagger, they would immediately realize that they were no ordinary people.

The Superintendent General of Police accompanied Li Xuan on the way up the mountain, secretly observing his expression. Li Xuan, who had maintained a calm expression the whole way, frowned slightly the moment he saw the monks.

Dislike monks?

He thought to himself.

Just then, the head monk, who was leading the group, walked over quickly with his hands clasped together and a big smile on his face, and said, "Amitabha, I wonder if you gentlemen have come to my Dongyue Temple to worship the gods or to donate incense?"

The superintendent's face immediately darkened. He had heard of these shrines' rampant profiteering before, but he hadn't paid much attention due to his busy schedule. Now, seeing it for himself, he was disgusted.

Why are they so blatantly asking for money?
He was immediately enraged. He had come here today to randomly select a shrine to make an example of, so that when Li Xuan was building the Underworld and the Prison Altar, no foolish thing would come up to obstruct or delay the construction.

"Call your host out."

Such a blunt tone startled the senior monks.

The Superintendent General of Police took out his badge and said, "Do I need to repeat myself?"

The senior monk's face darkened. The Superintendent General of Police wielded considerable power, so he swallowed back some of his words and said, "Please wait a moment."

Soon, an elderly monk in his fifties, wearing a kasaya, came over. He was about to put his hands together in prayer when the Superintendent of Police coldly said, "I remember this Dongyue Emperor Shrine is not a temple, is it? Who gave you permission to change it? And who gave you permission to openly extort money? Is this your way of practicing Buddhism?"

The old monk's face turned bright red. He was scolded before he could say a word.

Besides, isn't it basic practice to ask for money to open a shrine?
Are those donation boxes really made so big to hold religious items? How much are they even worth...?

Behind the supervisor were several subordinates, all well-trained, with muscular builds beneath their suits. They stared at the old monk with grim expressions, ready to fight at the slightest provocation.

The old monk inwardly groaned. Why had the Tokyo police suddenly become like those in Osaka? What happened to the rules?

The Superintendent General held a booklet in his hand, opened it, and pointed to one of the shrines that looked almost identical to the one in front of him, saying, "This shrine is an ancient building. In 1628, during the Edo period, it was transported piece by piece from the western continent, that is, China, by officials on a giant ship. Due to the turbulent journey, many things were damaged, but fortunately, about 70% of it is still in relatively good condition..."

Seeing that Li Xuan did not seem to dislike it, he continued, "The Edo period in 1628 was also the Ming Dynasty period in China. According to the records in the book, it was the first year of Chongzhen."

This shrine was originally named Dongyue Dadi Temple, but it was changed to a shrine to suit local customs, adding some local characteristics.

However, one thing inside remained in its original state throughout: the statue of the Eastern Peak Emperor, said to have been crafted by the most skilled master craftsman of the Ming Dynasty, so lifelike that it inspires awe.

(End of this chapter)