Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 612: Wherever the enemy goes, so can I. The might of Tianpeng is indestructible
The forms of the sixteen divine generals collapsed and disappeared like sand, and the chief priest didn't even bother to look at them.

He worshipped the supreme god of Japan, Amaterasu, and was disdainful of the remnants of bandits who were being worshipped.

He even held the same attitude towards the heroic spirits transformed from generals in the Spiritual Calling Society.

For him, the biggest purpose of establishing the Spirit Summoning Society is not to rely on these heroic spirits, but to control the living.

We need to erect a memorial archway to tell the Japanese soldiers and even ordinary people to be loyal to the emperor and the empire.

No matter whether you were noble or humble during your lifetime, as long as you were loyal to the emperor and gained his recognition, you could transcend class and be worshipped like a god.

Brainwashing the living is the purpose of shrines like the Soul-Calling Society and Togo Shrine.

As for letting the dead rest in peace... in the eyes of the Grand Priest, it is not worth mentioning.

"These summoned spirits can serve as sacrifices and make their final contribution to the Emperor. This is a gift from heaven. I'm sure they will be very happy!"

Immediately, the Grand Chief Priest commanded the Dharma Guardians to protect him, while he sat cross-legged, took out many instruments for performing rituals from his wide sleeves, arranged them around him, and was about to cast a spell.

Among the many instruments around, the most eye-catching are eight wooden sculptures placed at eight positions around the chief priest. These wooden sculptures are all standing Vajra statues with "banners" wrapped around their bodies, which are ropes made of white paper.

These Vajra eyes were wide open and they looked around. In the very center of them, there was a shrine, in which sat the Hachiman God. These Vajra protectors were guarding the throne of the Hachiman God.

After the rituals were laid out, the chief priest began to cast the talisman. This talisman was not a yellow paper talisman, nor a white paper talisman, but an edict from the gods.

An edict like black and white talisman paper emerged in the void, and the big company began to dance a sacrificial dance, chanting spells.

"Respected Hachiman God, today I worship you devoutly. You are the god of strength and protection, protecting all living things..."

After the invocation was finished, the chief priest began to command the remaining heroic spirits in the soul-calling shrine.

These heroic spirits managed to survive the surprise attack by Tianpeng Zhenjun and avoid the invasion of resentful evil spirits, but they could not escape the sacrifice and worship by the chief priest. They were sacrifices.

As if they were aware of their fate, these heroic spirits turned into distorted human faces and hovered over the Spirit-Calling Society, howling like ghosts and wolves in a chilling manner.

The Grand Priest ignored their wailing, stretched out his hand, slightly bent his five fingers, and a black hole with powerful suction appeared in his palm, which sucked all the heroic spirits into his palm and pressed them into a small ball.

Then, he chanted an incantation, made a spell with one hand, and stuffed the offering into the mouth of Hachiman God in the shrine with the other hand.

In an instant, the Hachiman statue in the shrine suddenly opened its eyes, and bright golden light shone from its eyes.

The golden light spread out like mercury, almost covering the entire Spirit-Calling Society.

At the same time, the priests of the Soul-Calling Society who were guarding around the Grand Priest also felt that their bodies were enveloped by a warm energy, as if they were soaking in a hot spring.

Immediately afterwards, grand Buddhist music was sung, and an invisible passage appeared. A majestic aura filled the air, making it difficult for them to breathe.

For the first time, these half-baked priests who were in charge of offering sacrifices to the dead soldiers felt the pressure from the gods who had been worshipped for thousands of years.

In the strong golden light, the figure of Hachiman God slowly appeared.

He was a bald man with lava-colored light gushing out of his eye sockets and mouth. He was wearing a monk's robe, holding a big sword in his hand, a bow and arrow on his back, and riding a tall horse. He looked like a warrior monk and a general.

"The Great Bodhisattva Hachiman has arrived!"

The priests all knelt down and shouted.

Hachiman, also known as Hachiman Daibutsu, is a martial god who guards the country and removes disasters. He is also known as the god of bows and arrows.

Its belief has been strong since ancient times, and there are more than 400 shrines of various sizes throughout Japan.

Later, Buddhism was introduced to Japan and flourished. He was revered as the guardian deity by Buddhism and had a deeper belief. He is one of the very few gods worshipped by both Shintoism and Buddhism.

Because he is worshipped by both religions, the ritual required to invite Hachiman to perform rituals is much simpler than that required to invite the Shinto war god, Susanoo.

Of course, a god of this level, no matter how simple, is not so easy to invite.

The reason for this is that the chief priest of Ise Shrine has a very high authority. If it were anyone else, the rituals would be much more complicated.

After Hachiman God appeared, he did not stay here for too long, and disappeared in a flash of golden light.

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei got up from the bathtub and was about to go to the banquet. After he used the guardian general as a shield, the vicious feeling of being watched disappeared.

"As I expected, I will bear the karma of the person I take as my guardian deity. This kind of inner-level method will definitely attract his attention. It will be difficult for him to harm my life from other levels, such as the invasion of evil spirits."

For ordinary Taoists, the status of their guardian deities is not high, and sometimes even if they attract attention, they are of little use. However, Zhang Zhiwei’s guardian deity is Tianpeng Zhenjun.

"That person must have witnessed the majesty of Taoism's number one guardian deity."

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, and then, through the induction of his guardian general, he sensed something strange.

"Again?"

He knew in his heart that the other party was following the Qi he left in the lineage of the Soul Summoning Society and was finding him.

This could have been avoided if it had been dealt with properly, but because we withdrew too hastily and did not deal with it, we are in trouble now.

However, Zhang Zhiwei was not afraid. It was Tianpeng Zhenjun who destroyed the Soul Summoning Society's lineage, not him. What was he afraid of?
Let Tianpeng Zhenjun take the blame for this!
Zhang Zhiwei grinned. He thought that Lord Tianpeng would not mind.

He did not make any move, but sat back in the bathtub, observing secretly with his consciousness scattered.

Then he heard the thundering sound of horse hooves.

A monk, whose body was bathed in golden light and whose face could not be seen clearly, came riding on a horse, as fast as a ray of golden light spreading out from the dark earth.

"Amitabha, any villain who dares to invade our territory must be killed!"

The sound was like the sound of a huge bell, spreading out like ripples in this spiritual world, layer upon layer, each one higher than the last, making the human soul tremble after hearing it.

“It’s a big one!”

Zhang Zhiwei commented that it must be said that the other party was very majestic and his posture was quite intimidating.

But the person he has to face is Tianpeng Zhenjun, the first guardian deity of Taoism. Who dares to be so arrogant?

Sure enough, just as the monk uttered the harsh words and was approaching at a high speed, he saw a huge Kuilong on all fours appearing in front of him.

"Is it you?" Hachiman God stared over, and then he found something wrong. The Kuilong in front of him was just a mount, and on top of the Kuilong stood a giant god that reached up to the sky.

The giant's waterfall-like hair stood up high, burning like flames, and his eight eyes were wide open, looking down at him condescendingly.

At the same time, divine spells were chanted all around.

"Tian Peng Tian Peng, Nine Yuan evil children... a giant beast with a long skull, holding the emperor's bell. The three gods Su Xiao, strictly driving Kui Long."

"The mighty sword god king, slays all evil... devours demons and ghosts, drinks the wind... three hundred thousand soldiers guard the ninth level, with one blow of the divine sword, all the ghosts will collapse..."

The Tianpeng Divine Mantra overwhelmed the Eight-Bodhisattva Sanskrit sound.

The powerful pressure came down like a mountain. The true spirits of the gods confronted each other.

One is the Japanese god of war and archery.

One is the first guardian god of Taoism, the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole, the star Pojun who symbolizes killing and the first war god of the Thunder Department.

When the two sides came into contact and their Qi collided, the winner was immediately decided. The Japanese Martial God was absolutely at a disadvantage, but since he was a Martial God, he would not retreat without a fight.

Bodhisattva Hachiman stretched out his hand, and the longbow on his back appeared in his hand. He pulled the bow to a full moon, and the golden warhorse under his crotch raised its hooves. The moment the horse's hooves reached the highest point, the golden arrow turned into a beam of light, pointing directly at the heart of True Lord Tianpeng.

The god-killing golden arrows rushed towards them, but Tianpeng Zhenjun did not make any move. His eight eyes were still looking down at Bawan God, but the small human face on the three animal heads revealed a contemptuous smile.

The next moment, a beam of light composed of thunder and lightning appeared around him.

The golden arrow shot by Hachiman God was blocked by the lightning and fire, and could no longer move forward. It was engulfed by the lightning and fire, turned into powder, and disappeared into ashes.

After shooting an arrow, Hachiman God knew he was no match for his opponent and wanted to retreat immediately.

But the thunder and flames around the Tianpeng Army took shapes like tigers, leopards, dragons, elephants, and eagles... A terrifying aura spread.

The golden light around Hachiman God gradually faded, and he turned his horse around, trying to escape.

However, he just moved.

Tian Peng Zhen Jun moved, and a ball of boiling thunder and fire flew down, hitting him and setting off a sky full of colorful light.

Then, a huge palm pressed down the sky and the earth, smashing Hachiman God into the ground.

Tianpeng Zhenjun pressed Hachiman God to the ground and looked down at him condescendingly, with a mighty and domineering aura that seemed infinitely high.

After saying this, Tianpeng Zhenjun grabbed the Eight Banners God, ate it in one bite, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach.

Swallow demons and eat ghosts, lie down and drink the wind!
After eating Hachiman God, Tianpeng Zhenjun captured the source of that breath. His huge body did not move, but his head was slowly twisting, and his eight eyes were all looking somewhere.

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At the same time, in the Soul Calling Society, the shrine of the Eight Banners God in the center of the altar collapsed, and the eight Vajra statues around it also exploded and shattered to the ground.

"how come……"

The chief priest looked at the mess on the ground, so surprised that he was almost speechless.

The priests around were also silent. Even though they didn't know what was happening, they knew what it meant when the altar was broken during a ritual.

At this moment, they all heard the sound of Buxu's magic spell.

““Tian Peng Tian Peng, Jiu Yuan evil boy. Wu Ding Du Si, Gao Diao Bei Weng. Qi Zheng Ba Ling, Tai Shang Hao Xiong…”

They only felt that the sound was overlapping and illusory, as if there were countless echoes.

Under this divine spell, they all saw eight eyes, followed by four heads...

Their eyes met those eight eyes, and they tried desperately to move away, but found that they could not do it.

A great fear loomed over me.

The figure of the owner of the eight eyes slowly emerged, riding a Kuilong, with eight magical weapons shining brightly, as majestic as a prison.

However, this giant god did not rush over to crush them, but just looked at them quietly.

But his gaze is also an unbearable burden for ordinary people.

The priests felt that the whole world had become brighter, and thunder and fire fell like raindrops, every drop of which landed on them and burned their bodies.

At this time, the chief priest began to chant the Shinto protective mantra.

"Amaterasu, please protect your most loyal servant. Amaterasu, you are everything..."

He concentrated his mind and immediately a bright and fiery power surged in his heart, merging with the Qi around him and flowing towards the powerful force of thunder and fire on the surface of his body.

The same was true for the other priests, except that the object of their chanting was not Amaterasu. Divine power also surged in their hearts.

However, compared with the thunder and fire covering the body, these divine powers were too insignificant and collapsed upon contact.

The flames of thunder forged their spirits, then bloomed from their hearts, igniting their Qi and turning them into furnaces interwoven with thunder.

They rolled on the ground in pain, trying to put out the flames, but they were simply unable to do so because the flames originated from their hearts, a fire in their hearts.

Wrapped in lightning and fire, the pores of the Grand Priest's body contracted tightly. A layer of yellow light emerged around him, and he looked at the sky tremblingly.

There was a sun there, and in the sun, a shadow was coming slowly. The shadow had a slender body with distinct curves, and it was the image of a woman.

"Amaterasu, please protect your most loyal servant..."

She walked out of the sun, and the sun turned into a divine wheel hanging behind her. Her face could not be seen clearly under the strong sunlight.

All I know is that the sun is rotating and its sunlight is shining all over the sky.

The sunlight and thunder and fire came into contact, each dominating one side with a clear distinction. But after a moment, the sunlight gained the upper hand and overwhelmed the thunder and fire, and the figure of the ancient god with four heads and eight arms slowly disappeared.

The Grand Priest's knees went weak and his whole body seemed to collapse. He fell powerlessly on his back, completely crushed by the majestic impact of the two gods.

"Demon, what a powerful demon!"

The chief priest was breathing heavily, all the pores on his body were opened, and cold sweat was pouring down his body.

He looked around. There was no living person around. All the priests of the Soul Summoning Society had turned into charred corpses. When the wind blew, they turned into dust and dissipated. Only creepy and twisted human figures were left on the ground.

"Following the last divination, something went wrong again this time!"

The Grand Priest had a dull look on his face, in the past his methods had always been successful, but two consecutive failures almost made him lose his spirit, and he couldn't help but think about not doing it again in the future.

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"The enemy followed the trail and I followed the trail. Wherever the enemy goes, I can go too. You are worthy of being the first guardian deity of Taoism."

"Come to think of it, the one who did it was the chief priest of Shintoism. He was so confident in his abilities that he had no taboos. But he didn't know that some things existed, just like the fireball in the inner scene, which made you look around blindly all day long!"

Zhang Zhiwei stood up with a big laugh, put on his clothes, and went out.

(End of this chapter)