Zongman: The post-2D era

Not far from the shrine, a light cloud of dust rose on the stone road, and a team of people dressed in the mayor's uniform walked slowly with orderly and solemn steps.

Among them, a young man stood out. He held up his phone, pointed the camera at the direction of Yachi Shrine, and his face was filled with excitement as he introduced it nonstop:

"Dear friends in the live broadcast room, today we will take you to visit the legendary Yachi Shrine. It is said that there are ancient secrets hidden here..."

The sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, dappled onto his face, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquility of the ancient shrine behind him. Every frame of the live broadcast revealed the excitement and mystery of adventure.

"Oh my god, I'm in love, the miko costume is so cool!"

The guy who was holding up his phone to broadcast live was so excited when he saw Eri's shrine maiden costume that he covered his chest. His excited voice caught Feng Feng's attention.

Feng Feng's heart tightened and his pace quickened involuntarily. He walked through the mottled shadows of the trees and headed straight for the main hall of the shrine.

The sunlight danced around his hurried figure, lengthening the shadow on the ground.

As soon as he stepped into the open space in front of the main hall, he saw the live broadcast guy with an obsessed look on his face, his phone almost touching the face of Uesugi Erie, who was carefully adjusting the belt of the statue.

In the camera, Eri's profile is soft, her cherry-like lips are gently pursed, focused and sacred.

Feng Feng took a step forward, his wide sleeves brushed the air, bringing up a breeze, and gently knocked the phone out of the young man's hand. The picture shook instantly, and the audience in the live broadcast room saw panic and confusion.

Feng Feng's eyes were as cold as the winter wind. He ignored the protest of the live broadcast boy who was stunned, and gently said to Uesugi Eriya: "Eriya, you should go back to the back hall and rest for a while."

Eri looked up, a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she nodded obediently, turned lightly, and walked into the back hall, leaving behind a faint scent of cherry blossoms slowly drifting in the air.

Feng Feng turned around and stared at the group of people wearing the mayor's uniform with a deep gaze like the abyss. Their pace unconsciously slowed down a bit under Feng Feng's gaze.

The sunlight shone on them in patches through the sparse clouds, but it seemed unable to penetrate the aura of majesty and mystery.

"Everyone," Feng Feng's voice was low and powerful, "I need a reasonable explanation for today's sudden visit and the behavior of this live broadcaster."

In front of Feng Feng, the live broadcast boy's cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes flashed with a stubborn light after being offended. He held up the phone that was knocked down, and his voice was slightly sharp due to excitement:

"I'm a live streamer with 100,000 fans! If you treat me like this today, believe it or not, I will make your Yamata no Orochi Festival unpopular? Apologize! Apologize now!"

The sunlight cast a long shadow behind him, and his confrontation with Feng Feng, set against the backdrop of ancient trees and mottled light and shadow, seemed like a collision of two forces. The air was filled with tension and confrontation.

The mayors stepped forward one after another, trying to maintain peace, and persuaded Feng Feng: "Young man, don't be too impulsive. He just did it unintentionally. Besides, he also wanted to promote our shrine and festival."

Seeing this, the live broadcaster's cheeks flushed even more, and his eyes flickered with pride. He held up his phone and shouted at the screen:

"See, my fans, your support is my biggest motivation! Thank you for your support, the number of followers is increasing so fast!"

"Today, I will make this arrogant guardian apologize to me, and I will also let that beautiful priestess perform a Kagura dance for us at the Yamata no Orochi Festival!"

As he spoke, he looked at Feng Feng provocatively, with a malicious smile on his lips, as if he had already seen Feng Feng succumbing to the pressure of public opinion, apologizing obediently and meeting his demands.

The sunlight shone through the leaves, dappled onto his face. His smug expression was particularly dazzling amid the interweaving of light and shadow.

Feng Feng slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyelids, as if he was making some kind of inner decision.

The mayors' voices of persuasion and the excited shouting of the live broadcast guy were intertwined, but at this moment they seemed particularly distant.

When he opened his eyes again, a pair of bright golden eyes were as dazzling as the sun, instantly illuminating everything around him.

The live broadcaster's voice stopped abruptly the moment Feng Feng opened his eyes. He stared with his eyes wide open, his mouth half open, but he couldn't utter a word.

Feng Feng's eyes were like two materialized beams of light that pierced his soul. A deep but powerful "get out" exploded over the shrine like thunder, shaking everyone's heart and soul.

Feng Feng waved his sleeves, and the mayors and the live-streaming guy staggered back a few steps, their faces pale, as if pushed by an invisible force.

"Get away from here, there are snakes around here, be careful. Be quiet!"

Feng Feng drove away the mayors and the live-streamer, knowing that it would be difficult to hold a festival or even welcome the statue of the deity using ordinary methods, but he didn't want Eri to suffer any injustice.

He turned and walked into the shrine, each step heavy and firm, as if he was carrying a heavy burden. The sunlight shone through the eaves of the ancient shrine, shining on his resolute back, casting a lonely and solemn long shadow.

He gently stroked the mottled wall of the temple, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself: Since worldly laws are no longer possible, I will summon spirits from other worlds.

He vowed to protect Eri and not let any dust taint her pure heart.

The moonlight poured down on the summoning circle of the ancient shrine, shining silver and mysterious.

Feng Feng and Hui Liyi stood side by side, their figures outlined by a faint fluorescent light, as if they had blended into this strange space where the ancient and modern were intertwined.

Feng Feng quickly formed seals with his hands, and a low incantation echoed in the night sky, each syllable carrying unspeakable power.

Suddenly, the center of the summoning circle glowed brightly, the space seemed to be torn apart, and an ancient and powerful aura surged out.

Orochimaru's figure slowly emerged. He was wearing a black robe, his eyes flashing with a faint green light, and his tongue was slightly extended. He glanced around with a hint of amusement and scrutiny.

The video of Feng Feng chasing away the mayors and the live-streaming guy went viral online, but he and Eri stood at the summoning circle and summoned a familiar character: Orochimaru.

Eri clenched her fists, her eyes showing both surprise and curiosity, while Feng Feng had a firm gaze as he had a silent communication with Orochimaru. The air was filled with tension and anticipation.

Chapter 947 Priest

Monday, February 1

Although this is a modern world, the graduates of magic schools are more respected than ancient nobles, and there are many who fight for power and profit!

Inside the Yaki Shrine, Uesugi Eri and Orochimaru, who was summoned yesterday, dealt with the second group of "tourists and pilgrims".

The magicians who graduated from the school were tasked with solving magical phenomena in various places, and naturally there were various factions.

The statue of Susanoo that Yamata no Orochi originally wanted to invite belonged to the mythological faction, and the temple fair and ceremony held to appease the students belonged to the graduation party.

Because Feng Feng is capable of dimensional summoning and did not "report" to the two factions when dealing with the Yamata no Orochi Shrine, naturally some people pay attention to him.

Inside the school, the sunlight dappled on the cobblestone road, and the freshmen, with their longing for the magical world in their hearts, chattered as they shuttled between the ancient buildings.

A group of students dressed in brand new magic robes tried to approach the research institute where Feng Feng was, with curiosity and desire flashing in their eyes.

The door of the institute was closed, and a wooden sign that read "No Visitors Allowed" hung alone on the lintel, swaying gently in the wind, as if silently warning everyone.

The freshmen looked at each other, their pace slowed down involuntarily, and in the end they could only glance from afar. The sense of mystery added a bit of inviolable majesty to the institute.

Feng Feng was buried in a pile of ancient books and complicated magic array diagrams, his brows furrowed, his fingers lightly running across a yellowed book, concentrating on studying the subtle and profound connection between "suppression of the gods and dimensional summoning".

Suddenly, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps broke the silence in the room, the door hinge made a harsh creaking sound, and an old student led a few excited freshmen and unscrupulously pushed open the door of the institute.

They ignored Feng Feng's focused gaze and the lonely "No Visitors" wooden sign and stepped straight into this sacred and mysterious space.

The old students had smug smiles on their faces, while the freshmen were like a group of curious kittens, looking around, gently touching the ancient magic instruments with their fingers, their eyes flashing with curiosity, greed and desire for the unknown world.

Feng Feng gently closed the ancient book in his hand, and scanned the group of uninvited guests with a sharp gaze. His voice was low and powerful, with unquestionable majesty:

"Please note that every item here carries ancient magical power. If you touch it without permission, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

The old student's face changed slightly when he heard this. He obviously remembered the thrilling scene last week when Shihua touched the taboo Da Shihua, causing the entire school to be almost swallowed by magic.

He coughed awkwardly, then turned around and winked at the freshmen, signaling them to be more restrained: "Come on, pay attention, don't move around, let's just take a look and learn something new."

Upon hearing this, the freshmen, although reluctant, had to retract their curious fingers, tiptoe carefully, and try not to touch those tempting magic instruments.

Feng Feng's eyes never left the ancient book in his hand, and he seemed unaware of the chaos around him.

The old man suddenly answered a phone call, his face instantly darkened, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a veiled tone:

"What? Something happened at Yachi Shrine again? Orochimaru was said to have hurt someone? Humph, I knew that some people thought they had mastered dimensional summoning, so they indulged those monsters to run rampant without caring about the safety of others."

As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Feng out of the corner of his eye, his words full of sarcasm and accusations, as if every word turned into a sharp blade, trying to separate the tranquility in the room and Feng Feng's concentration.

"Right now, that little cutie named Uesugi Eriya is probably already..."

The air froze at this moment, and an atmosphere of tension and confrontation quietly spread.

Feng Feng suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes like a hawk fixed on the old man who was speaking, and raised his eyebrows and said, "Mythology School, are you cultivating a priest?"

At this moment, a freshman with a pale face and trembling lips suddenly turned around, muttering "I'm sorry" as he staggered out of the institute.

His back was filled with unspeakable fear, as if an invisible beast was chasing him.

The attention of the rest of the freshmen and seniors was drawn to this sudden change, and for a moment, the room was silent.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze, and a faint green light flashed around them. The remaining people only felt a flash before their eyes, and then they appeared in front of the entrance of the research institute.

Before they could react, a winding snake-like pattern inexplicably appeared on the back of their hands. The cold touch made their hearts shrink suddenly and their eyes widened in horror.

"If you want to cause trouble, just come to me, Eri... you're asking for trouble!"

Feng Feng's voice was as cold as the wind, penetrating the tightly closed door of the institute and echoing in the corridor.

The old man stood at the door, staring with wide eyes at the glowing snake-like pattern on the back of his hand. Instead of feeling any fear, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He rubbed the back of his hands vigorously, as if to confirm the authenticity of the lines, then straightened his chest and raised his voice a few notches:

"Humph, you think you can scare me like this? I'm going to go to the student council right now and let everyone know how you, Feng Feng, abused dimensional summoning and endangered the school!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked away with big strides, with a hint of arrogance and determination in his back. Every step he took made the floor thump, as if he wanted to bring all the injustice and anger to the arrogant Student Union.

Feng Feng sighed softly and his fingertips slid across the phone screen. Sakura Matou's name flashed in the dim light.

When the call was connected, he briefly explained the situation, and from the other end came Matou Sakura's calm and firm voice:

"Priest Fengfeng really dotes on Master Uesugi. I understand. I will take care of it."

Soon, hurried footsteps were heard at the end of the corridor, and the old student appeared in front of Sakura Matou with an indignant look on his face, and there seemed to be an invisible storm following behind him.

He stood still abruptly, his chest heaving violently, his eyes burning with anger: "President Matou, as a member of the student union, you have to make the decision for me! Fengfeng, he..."

Matou Sakura walked out from the shadow behind the president's desk, wearing a neat school uniform, with a cold and serious face. She gently raised her hand to interrupt the old student:

"I saw the mark on the back of your hand. I will investigate the matter thoroughly. But I want to remind you that no matter what the truth is, trespassing into another person's research institute is a felony. Now, follow me back to the student union inspection room for further questioning."

Her tone was unquestionable and her eyes revealed an authority that could not be challenged, which instantly extinguished the old student's arrogance. He could only lower his head in disappointment and follow her away.

In the examination room, the teacher in charge stared at the old man as if he were a dead person and said, "You are also a student of the Priest Department. You should know how to break the divine spell, but I have to tell you."

"This curse can only be solved by the Yamata no Orochi Shrine!"

Chapter 948: Orochi and Susano

Tuesday, February 2

The modern society of this world has begun to solidify. Graduates of magic schools represent gods, and the struggle for power is even more intense than in ancient times!

Some people regard themselves as gods, while others do it to increase their own strength.

Inside the Yaki Shrine, Uesugi Eri sighed with a helpless expression as Orochimaru dealt with the twelfth batch of "tourists and pilgrims" and poured out her lunch.

"The poison in this world is really interesting. It reminds me of Tsunade's poison."

The Yamata-no-Orochi was originally one of Susanoo's mythological achievements, and the priest Susanoo in the mythological faction was said to be on the verge of a breakthrough.