Zombie Life Begins in Hongxi Village

Akio's success in Japan is largely attributed to the country's unique religious environment.

Japan is deeply influenced by Shintoism's animistic polytheistic beliefs, and in Shintoism's cognitive system, the boundary between "gods" and "demons" is inherently blurred.

They believed that all things could become gods, and that the souls of the dead could be transformed into spirits to be worshipped by the people.

If a wicked soul receives offerings and incense, it can shed its evil reputation and be elevated to a guardian spirit, worshipped and revered by the people.

Some powerful and awe-inspiring deities are also referred to as "ghosts" by the common people.

The Demon King Quanxian is an example of this. Although he is a worshipped deity, his name contains the ferocious character "ghost".

Under this unique cognitive system, the distinction between gods and ghosts has long since disappeared.

Qiusheng is a beneficiary of this cognitive system.

He used female ghosts as a furnace for cultivation and relied on devouring yin spirits to strengthen himself.

If this kind of cultivation method were in China, it would have been labeled as a demonic and heretical practice, and would have been condemned by everyone in the righteous path.

But in Japan, in the eyes of officials and the wealthy, he was a highly virtuous monk who could command the spirits of the dead and subdue female ghosts.

The top executives at JD.com actually knew that the dancers in Lanruo Temple were ghosts.

But so what?

As long as these ghosts don't haunt them or harm their lives, they are female bodhisattvas.

Since ancient times, Japan has had legends of people falling in love with demons and ghosts. Many of the Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) of the Tsuchimikado family have even fallen in love with demons, which makes many people envious.

Now that they can personally experience this forbidden pleasure at Lanruo Temple, how could they not linger and never want to leave?

Qiu Sheng, the "high monk" who could subdue female ghosts, naturally became a guest of honor for many high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

At this time, Japan was suffering defeat after defeat in the Pacific theater and was also in a slump in the East Asian theater. It was clear to everyone that Japan's defeat was only a matter of time.

This is why many high-ranking officials have begun to indulge in a life of debauchery, wanting to enjoy themselves as much as possible before their final moments arrive.

The order in JD.com and even the whole of Japan is becoming increasingly chaotic. Even reports of people disappearing at Lanruo Temple are being forcibly suppressed by certain people in power.

Ironically, this chaotic atmosphere became Qiusheng's best camouflage.

Lanruo Temple, the abbot's meditation room.

Qiusheng sat in the main seat, listening to a report from his disciple, Kato Taka.

After taking over Senso-ji Temple, he was not content with being a madam who secretly ran a brothel.

What he really wanted was to establish his own school of thought, become a grandmaster, and show his master, Lin Fengjiao, that he could make something of himself even without him.

So he made an extremely bold decision: to pass on a portion of the bizarre version of the Sunflower Manual to the monks of the former Senso-ji Temple.

Unfortunately, not everyone has his talent and luck.

Of the original Senso-ji Temple and its 34 subordinate temples, totaling 120 monks, only seven successfully mastered the bizarre version of the Sunflower Manual.

Among the others, twenty people, including Senior Master Zongyun, died from qi deviation, while the rest had to castrate themselves to cultivate the authentic Sunflower Manual.

The seven successful individuals were accepted as personal disciples by Qiu Sheng, while the remaining ninety-three became nominal disciples.

Although the bizarre version of the Sunflower Manual wasn't mastered, the authentic Sunflower Manual is still a bug-level existence for ordinary people and even some minor demons and monsters.

Today, Ranwakuji Temple has transformed from an ordinary temple into a formidable force in Tokyo.

"Master, all properties formerly owned by Senso-ji Temple have completed the business registration changes at the Legal Affairs Bureau."

However…” Kato Taka paused, glanced cautiously at Akio sitting in the main seat, and continued, “When my junior brother Tony Oki was taking over the Shinbashi Dance Hall in the North District, he got into a conflict with Suzuki Koji, the son of the head of the Suzuki branch of the Tendai sect, and accidentally killed him.”

"That old bastard Suzukiyama will definitely retaliate. Should we strike first?"

As he spoke, Kato Taka made a beheading gesture with a sinister expression, which, combined with his voice that alternated between male and female tones, sounded particularly eerie.

It's worth mentioning that since the Meiji government issued the "Prohibition on Eating Meat and Marrying" in 1872, Japanese monks were allowed to grow their hair, eat meat, and marry. Therefore, it was quite normal for abbots of temples to have wives and children.

Even in later generations, many temples became family businesses passed down from father to son and then from son to grandson.

Suzukiyama had a son late in life and doted on him immensely. Now that his son had died at the hands of the people of Lanruo Temple, he would never let it go.

Qiu Sheng's appearance at this moment has completely returned to its original state, no longer the strange yin-yang face that was neither male nor female.

He wore a dark gray monk's robe, and his head was topped with an exaggeratedly tall black bun, shaped like the wings of a startled bird.

His temperament is ever-changing, sometimes yin and sometimes yang; his eyes are sometimes as clear as water, and sometimes as dark as an abyss.

However, the words he spoke were still the same as before, sometimes in a male voice and sometimes in a female voice, with the two voices alternating in a single sentence, which gave people the creeps.

Akio looked at Kato Taka, a satisfied glint in his eyes, and asked, "Where is Tony Takagi now?"

"Still at the Shinbashi Dance Theater," Kato Taka replied, bowing.

"Tell him to come back to see me. Take some men and go to Suzuki Mountain, and also deal with his family."

Qiu Sheng spoke in a calm tone, but his words were extremely bloody.

"Yes, host." Kato Taka acknowledged the order and withdrew, his face beaming with barely concealed excitement.

Shortly after Kato Taka left, Akio's expression suddenly changed.

His towering bun on his head suddenly came undone and grew longer, with countless jet-black strands of hair burrowing into the ground as if they were alive.

If someone were to look under the Lanruo Temple at this moment with X-ray vision, they would find that the entire foundation of the temple is now covered with his hair.

Dense and crisscrossing, like the roots of an old tree, they spread in all directions, enveloping the entire Lanruo Temple within his perception range.

Someone broke in.

An unfamiliar aura appeared in Lanruo Temple without warning. The aura was strange and eerie, carrying a sense of danger that made Qiusheng's scalp tingle.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his evil energy, causing countless dense strands of hair to erupt from the ground, each hair gleaming with a chilling light, like thousands of steel needles relentlessly slashing at the intruder.

Qiu Sheng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a cruel smile, as if he could already see the tragic end of this arrogant intruder being entangled, strangled, and torn to pieces by his own hair.

His hair, refined by a bizarre version of the Sunflower Manual, was no longer what it used to be—

Not only are they as hard as steel wire, but each one also contains evil power. Once you get entangled in them, you are doomed. Even an elephant can be instantly minced into a bloody pulp.

However, his expression quickly changed.

The strands of hair passed through the person's body, but touched nothing at all.

That was just a blur, a visual residue left behind by something moving too fast.

The real person had already left before his hair enveloped him.

"Afterimage?!" Qiu Sheng's pupils constricted sharply.

The next second, the young man in the black kimono appeared in his meditation room, standing less than three steps in front of him, looking at him with extremely cold eyes.

Qiu Sheng's heart sank.

His speed, which he was so proud of, was probably no different from a snail in the eyes of his opponent.

The Sunflower Manual is known for its speed, and his current cultivation level is more than a hundred times stronger than before. When he uses his movement technique, even ghosts can't see his shadow.

But the person in front of him was so fast that he could only barely catch a fleeting afterimage.

He dared not make any more rash moves.

Because he knew perfectly well that if the other party wanted to harm him, at this speed, he wouldn't have time to react at all.

Since we can't beat them, let's sit down and talk.

Qiu Sheng instantly reverted to the demeanor of a virtuous monk, as if he himself hadn't attacked the other party with his hair. He clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and asked in a calm tone, "May I ask what business you have with this humble monk, benefactor?"

The newcomer did not speak, but slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently grabbed Qiu Sheng's direction.

An immense and irresistible suction force surged from his palm, and Qiu Sheng was involuntarily thrown over, where he was grabbed by the neck.

"Surrender, or die."

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion, as if he were stating a result that was no longer open to discussion.

Qiu Sheng felt that the hand gripping his neck wasn't very strong, but he just couldn't break free.

He struggled frantically, the evil energy within him surging like a burst dam, and he even transformed into an invisible and intangible ghost, trying to escape from that grasp.

But it was no use. That hand seemed to possess a strange magic, and no matter what form he took, he couldn't break free even slightly.

Fortunately, Qiu Sheng is now a demon and does not need to breathe; otherwise, just that pinch would have ruptured his throat and caused him to suffocate to death.

"I surrender, I surrender."