Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

"Does this mean that the Demon Mother Goddess is loyal to him and is willing to conquer Buddhism for him?"

The person who spoke was Ebisu. This god who always showed his laughter to others had to look solemn at this time and consider the words of the devil's mother carefully.

"Yes, please understand it as such. The slave family has assured him that Buddhism will completely surrender and implement everything he wants."

Guizi's mother has no intention of explaining her difficulties to everyone. Since she has already decided, there is no need to talk more.

"Isn't this approach too random?"

"That's right. Besides, we also have a covenant with Buddhism. How can we break our promise at will?"

Suddenly, there were constant criticisms among the gods and Buddhas. Only a few people who were familiar with Guizi Mu could guess her intentions.

After the voices of criticism from the gods and Buddhas gradually subsided, the ghost mother finally spoke out.

"The Nujia understands your thoughts. After all, the Nujia is also the protector of Buddhism. Naturally, the Nujia understands the issues of covenants and responsibilities."

"However, the covenant between you and Buddhism is only a cooperation of interests, and the subject of the covenant is the entire Buddhism, not a certain sect or their leader, right?"

These words cleverly found a good entry point, and even Bishamonten couldn't refute it for a while.

"So, Buddhism is still Buddhism, it just transferred from the hands of the Buddha to our hands. There is no difference, right?"

The ghost mother clearly saw the expressions of emotion on the faces of some gods and Buddhas, and spoke out to support her.

"That's right. The Buddhist system really needs to learn from Shinto."

It is true that Buddhas and Bodhisattvas do not interfere in worldly affairs, but the gods and Buddhas produced by the combination of these gods and Buddhas are different.

If they could, why would they be willing to just be clay idols?So Guizimu knew that they just needed a reason and a step up.

"As for the matter of allegiance, you are all joking. Now that this country is under the control of the Divine Palace, this is what should be done. Could it be that you want to rely on

Are you pretending to be free under the big Buddhist tree? "

He tore through the usual veneer of the gods and Buddhas and told the simplest and most direct facts.

After the true orthodox master of this country, Amaterasu Omikami, was no longer born, the power changed several times, but naturally he was unable to command the gods and Buddhas in the true sense as Amaterasu was.

Therefore, when treating them, we should maintain that face. On the surface, everyone is not in a subordinate relationship.

But it is different now. Unlike other people who are entangled in power, Jingu uses pure violence to conquer this country.

Therefore, the trace of dignity that was originally retained is now in jeopardy, but at least during the last Bon Festival, the Shrine did not brutally demand that they surrender.

However, this trace of dignity has now been directly torn apart by the devil's mother, which has illuminated the plight of many gods and Buddhas.

"Don't get excited, this is just a fact, and that adult indeed intends to do this."

Seeing some gods and Buddhas looking like they were about to get angry, the ghost mother couldn't help but laugh in her heart.

Is it because she is here that they still dare to show anger on their faces?

"Use heavenly fire as punishment to completely wipe out Mount Koya, and then Mount Hiei, Honganji Temple in Kyoto...until Buddhism is willing to surrender, these are the exact words of that gentleman."

The expressions of the gods and Buddhas froze. The potholes in Mount Koya still have residual warmth to this day, and there is nothing false about them.

"Is this a threat? Take Koyasan first and then threaten everyone to submit. Is this what you mean?"

Bishamonten stared into the devil's mother's eyes, trying to discern something.

"This is not a threat. In fact, he has already done so. It's just that the slave family has put their lives on the line to guarantee the matter and has suspended the decision."

The devil's mother did not look at Bishamonten. Instead, she looked around at all the gods and Buddhas present, with the meaning in her eyes seeming to say something.

"If anyone is unwilling, you can go and challenge the Shrine and give it a try."

Of course, the results are self-evident. There have been too many examples to prove the results before. The gods and Buddhas here are not so confident.

The atmosphere gradually solidified, and the reasons were complete. The ghost mother knew that she needed to give them a step down, otherwise it would still be difficult to convince them.

"However, this matter is not as terrible as everyone thinks."

The ghost mother suddenly smiled and looked at Iizunaru.

"As Bishamonten said, he is a very messy person, with random teachings and random ideas. But because of this, he is not the kind of person who needs everyone to kneel down and worship him as their master."

"He just needs his random ideas, and no one will object to prevent his ideas from being implemented, that's all."

If these words were spoken of an ordinary person, it would be an outright dictatorship, but when they were spoken of a shrine that liked to do random things, it would be a different situation.

"If so..."

Sure enough, many gods and Buddhas have already loosened themselves along the steps of the devil's mother.

After all, Jingu is not a power-hungry person, as long as he respects him and supports some of his ideas.

In this way, as long as you change your mentality and perspective, it is not unacceptable.

The escape route is blocked by the violence of the Shrine. As the ghost mother said, even if you don't participate here, if something happens to the Shrine one day, the result will still be the same.

After several considerations, more and more gods and Buddhas chose to join the side of Guizimu and changed the current Buddhism.

Chapter 238 Imperial Pillar Festival

Ah, after you die, you must go to hell, right?

Kimura looked at the petite figure looming in the mikun and murmured to himself.

Let’s start talking about this matter a few days ago.

Things have been very strange since the adults of the shrine said that they would hold the Gobashira Festival in advance.

The Gobashira Festival was supposed to be held every seven years, but without any preparation, it was suddenly announced that it would be held, and it was said that it was the oracle of Suwa Myojin.

A grand, traditional pillar festival will be held to celebrate the awakening of the god.

It’s really confusing, but there’s no harm in holding a lively celebration.

Kimura, an experienced lumberjack who had participated in several Gobashira festivals, naturally complied with the requests of the shrine adults and quickly selected a suitable "Gobashira".

The so-called "gobashira" refers to giant cedar trees with a height of more than 17 meters. They are cut down, then trimmed, and finally brought to the shrine manually.

For every pillar festival, sixteen pillars must be made. In previous years, it would take nearly a month to slowly prepare.

However, this year's situation was urgent, and Kimura was only asked to select the appropriate sixteen giant sequoia trees.

Then overnight, the giant sequoia trees he selected were cut down to the ground and trimmed into sleek imperial pillars.

Faced with Kimura's doubts and fears, the adults at the shrine just said with a smile:

"This is all Suwa-sama's will. She couldn't wait to see the grand festival, so she used a little divine power to help us."

This kind of words is exactly the same as "Akaguchi-sama" used to coax children. If Kimura wants to say it, he thinks that some great adult should be coming to please him, right?

Kimura saw that strange and intimidating young man surrounded by the adults of the shrine and fawning over him.

If there really is a god, the legendary Suwa-sama, then he is probably that boy, right?

Kimura felt this from the bottom of his heart, but the matter did not end here.

After the Gobashira is prepared and carried to the shrine manually, there is a process called demountain.

On the [-]-meter-high hillside, young people swarm up and ride down the pillars. This is a very dangerous activity, and deaths and injuries often occurred in previous years.

But this time it was particularly strange. There was no preparation of medical staff in advance, and there was no proper organization of the atmosphere at the time.

And at that time, there was a strange rain of frogs in the sky, as if a small tornado sucked many frogs from Lake Suwa.

The frog falling from the sky hit the hillside and was crushed by the rushing pillar. Also crushed was the young man who lost his balance from the pillar and was swept in. The blood of the man and the frog soaked the soil together and dyed it red. Got the imperial column.

Kimura clearly remembered that when the adults standing in front of him were embarrassed by the rain of frogs, only the god-like boy held up his umbrella as if he had expected it.

Among everyone's embarrassment and misery, only the other party acted leisurely and contentedly, smiling at the hillside stained red with blood.

"You attend the Gobashira Festival every year, but you don't believe in the existence of Suwa Myojin?"

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Was it because Kimura was staring at the other person too directly, or was the other person really a god who could read people's hearts? The boy holding the umbrella looked over.

"That... this..."

Kimura suddenly stuttered. Regardless of whether the other party was a real god or not, he must be a big shot that the adults at the shrine were fawning over. It would be bad if he said something wrong here.

However, Kimura didn't say anything in the end. The other party seemed to understand his answer and suddenly laughed.

"It just so happens that there is another important thing. Why don't you try it too?"

From the other party's smile, Kimura felt a hint of joking, as if he was watching a joke.

It was then that Kimura knew that the truly unacceptable things had just begun.

The blood-stained imperial pillars were tied up with traction ropes, and thousands of people carried the sixteen imperial pillars to the four palaces of the shrine and erected them.

At the same time as the cheerful and enthusiastic festival, a girl as young and delicate as a porcelain doll, no, I should say a child, not a girl at all.

"This is the so-called Kamiji, the god who performs kagura and dance for the gods, and then conveys Suwa-sama's oracle."

Deliver an oracle?Kimura doesn't really understand this kind of thing, but the clumsy childish Kagura dance at the festival is indeed very cute.

The celebratory Gobashira Festival was coming to an end, and just when Kimura thought that this weird festival had come and gone as quickly as it came, the things he had been told before finally came.

"Come on, although I don't know why we should join the ranks of bearers, but as a special exception, we allow you to complete the final sacrifice with us."

The adults at the shrine changed into festival clothes, just like the common people. They carried exquisite mikoshi on their shoulders. The curtains of the shrine were blown by the wind, revealing the milk-like legs of children and the gorgeous miko costumes.

"What do you mean?"

For the first time, Kimura did not follow the request immediately. Instead, he asked the adults.

"What do you mean? Isn't it obvious? I'm going to offer the child to Suwa-sama and sink it into Lake Suwa. I have to do it happily in front of everyone."

The vermilion sacred bridge has been erected from the upper shrine to Lake Suwa. There is no doubt that this is the way to go next.

Kimura felt his mouth and tongue were a little dry, and his heart jumped.

Are these people crazy?This is the 21st century!But they want human sacrifices, and they still use children under the age of 12 for human sacrifices!

His hands and feet were a little weak, and Kimura wished he could say, "I won't do it," and then snatch the girl in the portable sedan away.

But the people outside the festival were cheering and looking forward to it. The master of the shrine was staring at him with an almost reproachful look. Even though he knew in his heart that such a thing was wrong, he could not refuse.

Now, you will definitely go to hell after you die, right?

Licking his white lips, Kimura bent down silently, and together with the adults of the shrine, he picked up the portable sedan and walked onto the sacred bridge to the beat of drums.