Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Why should I? Just because you tell me to wear it doesn't mean I should."

Before collapsing into the shrine's arms, Tamamo-no-Mae realized what she had just done, and her face immediately burned, her whole body instantly heating up.

With a soft, mosquito-like hum, Tamamo-no-Mae put the mask back on, making her even more imposing.

Tamamo-no-Mae made a decision in her heart: the word "love" was too shameful and too unacceptable for her.

The so-called "self" and free will are illusions that deceive oneself.

Her heart seemed to beat even slower, which made Yan Liangji feel even more exhilarated, as if it was about to burst out of her chest and throat.

A few clicks of the tongue and strange looks came from the crowd, but Su Ni'ai's unmoved expression made the passersby even more puzzled, leading them to speculate about the relationship between the eight people.

At the very least, it was only because of Bao Ji that his body developed a dependence on her and he was unable to resist that woman.

He placed the mask on Tamamo-no-Mae's pretty face and took the opportunity to pinch her cheek.

"You guys keep shopping."

Jingu sighed. Why was that fox getting sillier and sillier? Was it really a typical Tamamo? Was its IQ declining?

I was just indulging in desires and temporarily caught up in greed.

What kind of relationship do we have?

It's strange, it feels familiar, there's no clear reason for it, but it's also said to be the cause.

Tamamo-no-Mae opened her mouth wide. Jingu thought she was about to say something again and was about to listen intently when her soft lips silenced her.

Fair-weather friends? Bad friends? Victim and perpetrator? Is it just a physical relationship? Or is it what we call love and hate?

The mistake wasn't that the body disliked that feeling, but rather that it was oneself.

Dong dong dong

Tamamo-no-Mae was certain that what she felt was either love or disgust.

It must be Bao Ji's medicine, it must be your fault! Yes! It's all your fault! I was just experiencing residual effects of the medicine, which is why I went into heat.

Tamamo-no-Mae herself was also very prone to such behavior, but at least at that moment, in that instant, you did not dislike that kind of behavior.

"knew..."

Tamamo-no-Mae's eyes flickered several times, revealing the various thoughts that had arisen in your heart since the moment she learned of them. All that was known was that Tamamo-no-Mae lowered her eyes, making it impossible for the shrine maiden to see your ambiguous gaze any longer.

Before they kissed, Tamamo-no-Mae stumbled and fell into the arms of the shrine maiden. The wooden clogs were perfect for tiptoeing; the fact that she could support herself for so long was a testament to her subconsciously poor balance.

His breathing was not even normal, as if his heart was pressing against his trachea, pounding loudly.

At this point, we can only pretend that what just happened never happened.

Tamamo-no-Mae has more than usual. You only developed the illusion of love because you didn't have any bad feelings towards the shrine in the first place, and then several things happened.

Their actions naturally attracted the attention of those around them; a handsome young man kissed another beautiful woman in front of his male companion.

She was only attracted by the charm of the shrine maiden's appearance, and developed some bad feelings because of the time they spent together. She also acted that way because the shrine maiden used medicine to forcefully take away her precious things.

"Put it on properly for me."

Without a hint of nostalgia, the final chapter would end with this woman, Liang Ji, whose head was full of wicked ideas and whose speech was almost entirely acting.

It's definitely the future you; those kinds of lies might be able to fool Tamamo-no-Mae, but it's definitely now.

Just let yourself process this quickly. You probably already know why you did that.

Jingu reached out his other free hand and pulled Yan Liangji to his side. He lifted her face, and her closed eyes and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was either expecting something or giving up.

Chapter 197 The Heaven of Other Transformation

Regardless of what Tamamo-no-Mae was thinking, she would sometimes blush and sometimes frown behind his back.

At least now she's finally not staring at the shrine with that resentful look.

What an easy woman to please!

Jingu thought to himself, "How strange, why does he always have the best relationship with women who are so easy to please?"

He glanced again at the little witch who was clinging to his arm; she was an easy woman to handle.

"Want to eat?"

Jingu pointed to the vendors next to him and asked.

Of course, a summer festival wouldn't be complete without a variety of snacks. Since the entertainment options weren't particularly challenging for them, they could only try the delicious food.

The atmosphere of the summer festival was in full swing, and the shrine, immersed in its atmosphere, had completely forgotten something, as if it had lost something.

Ogasawara Yoriko opened her eyes, her head still a little fuzzy.

Overwhelmed with joy, Nobunaga Ogasada grabbed whatever was at hand and tossed it around haphazardly.

The sound surged down from all directions, filling the entire space. The chaotic yet tranquil whispers made Nobunaga Ogasada's cerebellum tremble.

Tokugawa Ieyasu was first the young shogun of the Tokugawa shogunate, then Tosho no Kongen, and finally the incarnation of Yakushi Nyorai.

"Indeed, it's more appropriate to greet them with that attitude."

"who is it?"

Just as she looked up to see where she was, she heard a series of unpredictable voices, seemingly from hundreds or even thousands of people speaking at the same time.

The mysterious man tossed a wad of white hair that reached his feet, and flames transformed into a feather robe that fluttered down and covered your shoulders. His voice was not hoarse at all.

Where gods and Buddhas gather, there will be no place where celestial demons will arise. When they find something uninteresting in the tangible and material realm of desire, celestial demons will appear.

With a flick of her fingers, she picked up a lotus seed from the lotus root, and a bewitching smile appeared on Orihara Yoriko's lips.

"Get out here now!"

The bronze lamp base struck the clay monk's forehead with a jarring, uneven motion, breaking my skull. Just like a real clay figurine, it was shattered, and a thick, white liquid flowed from the skull.

Nobunaga Ogasada looked around. The monks around him were all lifeless. At first glance, they looked like real people, but also like some kind of clay sculpture.

Nobunaga Ogasada warily watched the person behind him. He had appeared there quietly, but he was still unclear about how he got there.

The man blinked as he made a hand gesture, and then a scene of pure bliss flashed before his eyes, making Ooka Ganzhishi doubt Gao Ganzhi's abilities.

Duo Nan waved his hand, and the sea of ​​fire and the burning monk statues all disappeared without a trace.

With his deep, dark pupils, he easily saw through Nobunaga Ogasada's thoughts, and then spoke in a mysterious voice.

The luminous substance surging from the clay-sculpted monk's body became the perfect accelerant, and the passionate flames devoured everything behind Ogasada Nobunaga's eyes.

"Yes, yes, he misunderstood Duo Nan. You are not his enemy. Tian Mo is everyone's enemy, and you just happened to meet him."

Standing on the central platform of the Dharma assembly, she was surrounded by monks with blank expressions, only the candles in their hands still burning brightly.

Before even holding the lotus seed in his hand

Nobunaga Ogasada subconsciously asked, "You haven't paid a small price yet, and there's no price you can accept?"

The mysterious man behind the mask grinned, his seemingly pure and elegant face possessing an inexplicable bewitching quality.

"At this point, he would have to reconsider whether it was right for him to wield a butcher's knife against his own sister for a woman he no longer had any connection with."

“When a former relative or friend becomes a demon, we no longer have any connection with him, because he will die, and what will emerge is a demon without the thoughts of Nobunaga Ogasada.”

The eighth day? Oogasa Gami's first thought was Momiji's eighth day of bliss, but that was clearly the case.

Nobunaga Ogasada could understand that simple relationship, but what you can't understand is that the person behind you has no simple connection with Momiji, and that person is your enemy.

"Who is he? And where is 'outside'?"

My mind was foggy, I couldn't remember anything, and my memory was fragmented.

At the forefront, emerging from the mud in the white shadows, standing behind Nobunaga Ogasada was a man as naked as white jade.

"It is true that nothing comes at a price."

The Eighth Demon King, Orihara Yoriko, may not have true Buddhas or Bodhisattvas in the world, but she certainly doesn't have any demons.

"As for that other place, that other place is the eighth day."

He instinctively reached for the knife, but his hand was empty; he couldn't touch anything.

"Why are you so wary, man? Are you trying to eat you up again?"

"Who is he?!"

Nobunaga Ogasada crouched down in the water, turning the entire space into a boundless body of water, just shallow enough to reach his ankles.

She remembered being led into Mount Koya by the shrine, but what was happening now? Where was she? And what had happened?

Didn't the shrine discover it either? That thing behind those eyes isn't so scary after all.

The verse from the Lotus Sutra was sung again, as if a thousand mouths were speaking in unison amidst the sea of ​​fire, while the white figure seemed to have always stood outside.

With each step she took, the white figure transformed into various forms, sometimes a valiant woman, sometimes a charming and alluring man.

Monks, Buddha statues, and even Buddhist scriptures containing their meanings were all burned in that sea of ​​fire, as if to burn everything in the world.

"hahahahahahahaha!"

"The price will be that he will no longer be human, he will become a demon."

“The eight realms may be peaceful, but they are like a burning house, filled with all kinds of suffering, which is very frightening.”

A heavy veil draped over the bodies of many men, like a celestial veil. Slender yet strong arms swayed, forming hand seals. Lotus flowers and leaves emerged from the shallow water, lifting you up.

"What price?"

"You're awake, young lady."

"Hehehe, you're right behind him, aren't you?"

The entire pure land surged amidst the demon's laughter; that was the scene you wanted to see.

“Does he crave revenge? Does he desire power? If he too becomes a demon, he will be powerless to fight against your men.”

"You're wrong! I am the Eighth Heavenly Demon King, and I am the Lord of Restraint, the Heavenly Demon Mara."

“That is not the eighth day that you foolish man have impersonated, but the real me facing the heavens.”

You were first a demon, then a cheese. The original Orihara Yoriko hadn't yet become nourishment for the demon, so she might not have had much of Orihara Yoriko's personality and thoughts, but in essence, she had already assimilated into the demon.