I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

Upon hearing this term, Shiraki Jun suddenly paused.

The scene I saw deep in the Thousand Islands Trench instantly flashed through my mind.

It was there that Abe no Seimei successfully communicated with the underworld through several unknown fissures.

I initially thought that the other party had used some powerful Yin-Yang technique to communicate with the underworld.

But now it seems that what the other side is using is the rift from the underworld that Amaterasu Omikami mentioned.

Unexpectedly, those cracks were actually the product of the Yellow Springs invading the reed plains.

Thinking of this, Shiramu Jun couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Amaterasu Omikami continued speaking.

"Although the name sounds a bit scary."

"But as long as these cracks can be filled in time, the aura of the underworld will not have any impact on the reed plains."

"So for the past thousand years, I have been focused on the other side of the barrier, searching for and filling these cracks."

"Therefore, we overlooked what happened on the reed plain."

"This is indeed my dereliction of duty."

Although her tone remained cold, there was a hint of guilt in Amaterasu Omikami's eyes.

"Even if I bear the infamy, it is the punishment I deserve."

Hearing this, Shiramu Jun sighed and shook his head slightly.

“Amaterasu Ōmikami, you have done more than enough.”

"The entire Ashihara region will understand you."

indeed.

Amaterasu Omikami sealed off Takamagahara in order to protect Ashihara.

It was also in order to protect Ashihara that Amaterasu Omikami had no energy left to notice what was happening in Ashihara.

In Abe no Seimei's eyes, the gods were indifferent.

Little did they know, it was actually a form of cherishing.

Shiraki Shun's respect for Amaterasu Omikami reached a new level.

Upon hearing Shiraki Shun's words, Amaterasu Omikami was slightly taken aback.

The corners of his mouth seemed to lift slightly.

But before Bai Mujun could notice, he instantly reverted to his cold demeanor.

"However, my trip to Ashihara this time is actually related to the underworld."

Looking at Shiraki Shun, Amaterasu Omikami spoke in a calm tone.

"Priest Shiraki, do you know Yomotsu Hirasaka?"

Huangquan Hirazaka?

Bai Mujun was slightly taken aback.

As a priest, Shiraki Shun certainly understood what this word represented.

Yomohirasaka is a road leading to the land of the dead in Japanese mythology.

However, in Japanese mythology, when Izanagi escaped from the Land of the Dead, he blocked the road with a giant rock in order to get rid of Izanami's entanglement.

Why would Amaterasu Omikami suddenly mention this?

Could it be

"Amaterasu Omikami, could something have happened to Yomotsu Hirasaka?" Shiraki Shun asked in utter surprise.

Amaterasu nodded.

"Not long ago, I noticed that the number of cracks in the barrier, the Yellow Springs, suddenly increased inexplicably."

"Moreover, the distribution also exhibits consistency."

"Therefore, I suspect that the seal on Yomotsu Hirasaka has loosened."

At this point, Amaterasu Omikami looked up at the sun that was beginning to set in the west, and then said.

“Priest Shiraki, I wanted to ask you some questions about Ashihara, but there’s no time now.”

"I must hurry and find the location of Yomotsu Hirasaka."

After all, the location of Yomotsu Hirasaka has always been a mystery.

Apart from the Father God who had been there, no other god knew where that place was.

Even Amaterasu didn't know.

But the Father God always stayed in his own divine kingdom and refused to show himself.

Therefore, Amaterasu had no choice but to rely on her own strength to find it.

Fortunately, the neon lights weren't very big.

Amaterasu is now planning to take the most rudimentary approach.

A thorough search will be conducted until the Yomotsu Hirasaka is found.

Fortunately, Japan isn't very big; two days was enough for her to turn the whole country upside down.

"Amaterasu Omikami, please wait."

Behind her, Shiramu Jun suddenly spoke up.

"I might know where that place is."

Leiming Temple, Taitung District.

Outside the temple, a green tarpaulin has just been erected to prevent outsiders from spying on the construction.

Meanwhile, at this moment, in the construction site inside the temple.

There were several dark figures of varying shapes busily working here.

They have a clear division of labor and are highly skilled.

In their hands, the prototype of a temple gate quickly emerged.

At this moment, the old abbot was sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha hall, leisurely tapping the wooden fish and chanting softly.

Instead of looking at the Buddha statue, they looked in the direction of the monster construction team.

His eyes revealed a hint of admiration.

In just a few days, the construction team completed the reconstruction of the Buddhist hall and the construction of the monks' quarters.

Moreover, the speed is much faster than the last time it was rebuilt.

Cheap jobs are okay.

As expected of the professional team recommended by Priest Shiraki.

In an instant, the old abbot paused slightly in the sandalwood staff in his hand.

Suddenly, two figures appeared in front of them.

One of the handsome faces was none other than the white-haired priest he had just been thinking about.

The other face, as cold and noble as a snow-capped mountain, was a completely unfamiliar one to him.

"Abbot." At this moment, Bai Mujun bowed slightly and said.

"Amitabha." The old abbot chanted a Buddhist prayer, then stood up with a smile, "Priest Bai Mu."

Who is this benefactor?

He looked at the beautiful woman beside Shiraki Shun.

In an instant, wrinkles appeared on his forehead.

The other person's appearance and figure

Could it be that...

Is he Shin-mi's rival in love?

Thinking of this, the old abbot couldn't help but become more wary.

"Oh, I almost forgot, let me introduce you."

"This is Amaterasu Omikami."

Shiraki Shun casually extended his hand to introduce them.

"Oh, it's Benefactor Amaterasu," the old abbot nodded with a smile.

next second.

He forcefully snapped the sandalwood stick in his hand.

His eyes, which had been slightly narrowed like those of a wise monk, suddenly widened in surprise.

She turned her head and looked at Shiramu Jun in shock.

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Chapter 171 No God Can Refuse Amaterasu

Inside the Buddhist hall.

The old abbot had not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced.

He never imagined that the stunningly beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes before him was actually...

Amaterasu Omikami! ?

The leader of the Three Noble Ones, the lord of Takamagahara, the god of the sun.

One after another, incredibly prestigious titles flashed through the old abbot's mind.

Despite his shock, he had no doubt about the other person's identity.