Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

"But there are not many sects that can meet his requirements. In the entire Yingzhou, only my Shingon Sect, Master An Ran's Tiantai Sect, or Master Shinluan's Pure Land Shin Sect can do it."

Even if they agree, only the three of them can fulfill this request, but the three of them are not monolithic, and no one is willing to actively sacrifice their own sect.

The conversation reached a deadlock, and finally, Kukai concluded.

"If that's the case, then just refuse. At worst, we'll have to wait until the next change of power. Anyway, we don't need to rush for a while."

"Then Lord Protector

, please pass on this decision. "

Kukai nodded towards the Demon Goddess, and the Demon Goddess nodded indifferently before disappearing here.

This negotiation meant nothing to her.

In Tokyo, Jingu Shrine has returned to its own shrine.

The coolness is immersed in the night, and warm spring water gushes out from the springs day and night, spring and autumn.

Half leaning on the bank of the hot spring, Jingu bit his pen and held a notebook to write something.

"Why do you suddenly want to do this?"

Tamamo kicked the water, a little confused.

"Do you believe me when I say it was just a passing thought?"

Jingu temporarily put down his pen and raised his head.

Indeed, this matter is of little significance. If Jingu is really willing, he can let the new prime minister publicly respond to this matter, instead of just evil Buddhism.

"Trust, but those great monks will definitely not agree. What you did was just an ordinary rejection of their proposal."

Just as Jingu wanted to say something, he felt someone coming.

The ghost mother emerged from the shadows with her bare feet and brought the answers from Kukai and others to the shrine.

"Look, it turns out like this."

Tamamo-mae spread her hands, indicating that her guess was correct, and the group of great monks would not agree to such conditions.

Jingu opened his mouth, glanced at the ghost mother who was reporting the news, and said:

"You may have a little misunderstanding. Why do I need to ask for their consent first?"

He asked lightly, but received completely different reactions in the ears of the two people.

Tamamo Mae was stunned for a moment, then started laughing again, almost falling down in the hot spring pool.

The devil's mother was a little confused, but she immediately understood what Shen Gong meant.

"This is not a condition, but a compensation. Whether they agree or not, I will see my request implemented."

"If the Shingon Sect can't do it, then the Tendai Sect, the Pure Land Sect, the Nichiren Sect, the Vinaya Sect... there are thirteen sects and 56 sects in Yingzhou. Can't I find someone who is willing to agree to my request?"

The meaning of the shrine is self-evident. Whoever agrees to his request will be the leader of Yingzhou Buddhism. Those who do not follow will naturally have only one end.

"Well, Lord Jingu, what you are doing is undoubtedly an act of violence, isn't it? Such violence will..."

The ghost mother tried to admonish Jingu, but she stopped mid-sentence because she met Jingu's eyes.

It was a look of complete indifference, putting all these so-called things behind, completely indifferent to everything, whether it was cruel or violent, no matter what kind of backlash it caused, he didn't care at all.

"Isn't this what you said? The means are just the process, the results are important. Even if you use cruel and cruel measures, it is for the so-called dharma-rectification, isn't it?"

Jingu used the Buddhist theory that Guizi Mu once said to argue in turn.

"Or do you want to refute the legitimacy of my actions?"

Jingu was speechless when he asked the devil's mother, then lowered his head and continued writing.

"Is compassion and illusory Buddhism the real Dharma? Or who can represent Buddhism and who is the real Dharma?"

"Answer me, Dharma Protector, what is the Dharma in your heart?"

There is no Buddha in this world. Are the so-called Dharma protectors protecting the Buddhist principles left by the Buddha?Or is it the benefit of Buddhism?The ghost mother could not answer.

"Can't you answer? Then let's default to the latter. In this case, isn't it also in line with the law for me to find someone to represent Buddhism in Yingzhou?"

Shengong stopped writing and threw the notebook to Guizi's mother, which made her a little confused.

"what is this?"

The devil's mother looked at the title on the notebook and was confused, "The Scripture of Nuclear Light's Measurement of Suffering and Salvation of the World"?

"Of course this is about compiling a new scripture. I have just written a general outline. It happens to be your professional counterpart. Take a look at it, revise it, expand it, and compile a suitable scripture meaning for me, the "Nuclear Fusion Savior of the Ming Dynasty." Come out!"

The face of the shrine was full of joy, so he wanted this seemingly funny scripture to be placed in various temples and recited by thousands of monks.

Therefore, it has immeasurable light, immeasurable heat, immeasurable radiation, fission and pure fire, and purifies the three thousand worlds.

Chapter 226 The visit of hell

"Master Jingu, it's time to eat."

Su Gai opened the curtain and looked at Jingu who was biting the penholder on the table.

"Huh? Is it dawn?"

The Ghost Mother is of no use. Although she is a protector of the Dharma, she is actually considered semi-illiterate because of the Buddhist philosophy. She can't read Buddhist scriptures and can't do anything else.

Asking her to write it for him was just a fool's dream. In the end, Jingu himself sat here and conceived it slowly.

A whole night passed after this sitting, and it was very rare for a person in the shrine to spend a whole night alone.

The little witch put breakfast on the table and looked curiously at the paper in the eye palace, which was filled with some scriptures that she could not understand.

Seeing Jingu chewing his pen in distress, the little miko couldn't help but ask:

"Why doesn't Lord Jingu give this thing to someone else to write? Even if the Devil Mother God doesn't know how to write it, you can let Haru find someone else to write it?"

"No, no, no, after Guizi's mother said she couldn't write, I understood one thing."

Jingu shook his head.

“There are some things that make sense only if you do it yourself. It’s always boring to ask others to write for you.”

If Hanayama Inharu were here, you would understand that Jingu corresponds to the desire for self-realization in adolescence.

After they have exhausted their pursuit of strength and personal status, or have no desire to pursue it, adolescents will turn to pursuing a sense of identity in other areas.

This desire for self-expression is often reflected in more literary or spiritual needs.

"Oh..."

Seeing that Jingu was still thinking about what to write next, the little miko picked up the chopsticks and fed breakfast into Jingu's mouth bit by bit.

Just as I was enjoying breakfast, feeding and realizing myself in the shrine, a guest came to my door.

Visiting at this early in the morning, the dew on the flowers has not yet fallen.

"Gui'an, the leader of this world, I am Yama from hell, the chief judge of Yama Hall, Mingge Jingruri."

The petite girl who calls herself Utama Ruri is in great contrast to the tall Chou Gozen next to her.

The devil of hell?Is it because of the incident that broke through Hell the day before yesterday, or is it because of what Ibuki did in Hell?

Looking at the cold-faced Yama girl in front of him, Jingu felt a little strange.

"I came here today because of the chaos surrounding the balance of reincarnation the day before yesterday. I heard from my subordinates that Master Jingu has caught the culprit?"

It seems that Ibuki hasn't caused any trouble yet, Jingu thought secretly in his heart.

"Of course, is this what it's for?"

"Naturally, as the presiding judge of hell, dangerous elements who have the ability to disrupt the balance of reincarnation must not be ignored."

The girl's eyes met Jingu's, and nothing could be seen in her black eyes.

"Can you let me meet you first to understand this incident?"

There is no problem with this request. Just when Shen Gu was about to ask the little witch to fetch the flowerpots of the Four Seasons, she was suddenly stunned.

Wait a minute, where did Shiji go?

Recall that when I came back from the animal world, I took the four-season flower pots to find Haru Hanayamain, and then... the next day I went directly from Hanayamain's house to Hiroshima!

bad!After leaving Shiji at Huashanyuan's house, wouldn't she have completely recovered?

Jingu, who just remembered this, took out his mobile phone. Before he could call, Huashan Yuanchun's number was dialed.

As soon as the call was connected, Huashan Yuanchun's panicked cry for help came.

"Lord Jingu! That flower! No, that person! She stood up!"

As soon as he woke up, Huashan Yuanchun found that his bed had been occupied by wildly growing plants, and he was as helpless as a girl trapped in a snake cave.

The flowers growing out of the flowerpot at the bedside are now in full bloom. The original human face has now transformed into a more three-dimensional and complete human form.

The girl with green hair and blue eyes had not yet completely emerged from the flowers, but she had already opened her eyes, as if she were sitting on her own throne, looking at Huashan Yuanchun coldly.

That look is like looking at food.The vines wrapped around Huashan Yuanchun's hands and feet were like greedy snakes.

However, after hearing the voice coming from Huashan Yuanchun's cell phone, her expression changed obviously, and the vines that tightly wrapped Huashan Yuanchun loosened up.

This is the real world, and you can feel it through the four seasons, with humans, cities, and the smell of steel.

The remaining memory is that the man with the natural smell all over his body opened his mouth, and then there was immeasurable light and heat. There was no way to fight back, and the body was evaporated.

If Bo Xun's demonic thoughts hadn't protected her in the end, she would have perished under that blow.

And now, she heard the familiar yet somewhat fearful voice from the weak human hand on the bed.

"Four Seasons? If you were awake, you should be able to hear my voice, right?"

Across the phone, Jingu was talking directly to Shiki. Since this guy didn't go on a killing spree right after waking up, it meant he had some sense and concerns.

Shiki didn't answer, but his silence proved Jingu's guess.

"Now that you're awake, come here honestly and let the woman in front of you lead the way. Of course, you can also try to escape, but I don't know how long it will take to grow again when you turn into a seed next time."

After Jingu finished speaking, the phone was hung up, leaving only Hanayama Inharu and Shiki looking at each other.

There was silence for a long time, and just when Huashan Yuanchun felt that his legs were a little sore, the vines retracted.