Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 180 Death of the Emperor

Imperial residence.

The imperial palace of Emperor Jimmu.

The sunset is bloody.

The Emperor sits alone facing the sun.

A long day.

Why hasn’t Amaterasu fulfilled her promise yet?

The Emperor thought hard for a long time until he heard footsteps.

Yagyu Kihara came to see him.

finally come.

There is less than half a day left before the Emperor's birthday.

Emperor Jimmu couldn't hold back at all.

"I have obtained what your Majesty needs."

He knew the meaning of the knife.

"His Majesty the Emperor has been waiting for a long time."

"I'm not waiting on purpose." Emperor Kammu said harshly. Although he pretended to be calm, he was already as panicked as a dog inside. "After all, it's not the appointed time yet."

The evolution of the sword can only become a low-level red-faced ghost. Even the highest-level red-faced ghost can only become a minion in the team of Hyakki Yakou. This is different from the transformation of Emperor Jimmu into a Daitengu and leading the Hyakki Yakou. The people's expectations of showing off their power before the people were very different.

"Amaterasu says that everything you desire is within it."

Yagyu Kihara took out a delicate short sword from his arms, with a pink cherry blossom pattern on the scabbard.

Looking at the short sword in Yagyu Kihara's hand, Emperor Jimmu tried hard to restrain his body from shaking with anger.

"Your Majesty does not need to know. The Night Walk of One Hundred Ghosts is about to begin. Please accept your Majesty's gift from God."

Emperor Jimmu took the sword.

"I don't accept it, I want to meet Amaterasu!"

Yagyu Kihara said calmly.

Emperor Jimmu pretended to be calm.

Yagyu Kihara handed over the knife again.

Sonorous.

"The incident happened in a hurry, so I didn't have time to inform His Majesty."

Knife?

Left a week ago?

Why didn't anyone inform about such a big thing?

"What happened?"

"Your Majesty, Amaterasu left District 11 a week ago."

The knife is like autumn water, glowing with cold light. This is a fine samurai sword, but it is not enough to match his status as emperor.

"Could this be the reward for my hard work? It's too shabby."

Emperor Jimmu looked livid.

"By giving, Your Majesty, you mean hiding in the imperial palace all day long drinking and having fun?"

Yagyu Kihara sarcastically said.

"You..." Emperor Jimmu hesitated, but Yagyu Kihara's rudeness made him wake up from a dream.

The familiar feeling suddenly brought him back to his life ten years ago, when the shogunate was powerful and as a political puppet, he often heard similar words.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. All you have to do is take care of your body, that's all."

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself and do not indulge in excessive drinking and enjoyment, which will damage the majesty of the Emperor."

"You can leave these matters to us, so I didn't inform His Majesty."

Regardless of concern, warning, or explanation, there is only one meaning to Emperor Jimmu, that is:

"You are a useless person with no power."

"idiot!"

The statue of Emperor Jimmu was struck in the weak spot, and he was furious. He pulled out his short sword and pointed it at Yagyu Kihara. Yagyu Kihara took the knife away slowly, not caring at all even if his finger was cut.

"It's almost time to wake up, Your Majesty. This dream has been going on for a long time. Even I am tired of it."

The samurai slowly straightened his back, and Empress Kammuten realized that the low-profile Yagyu Kihara was actually nearly half a head taller than him.

"How can there be such a stupid royal family, so worthy of claiming to be of the bloodline of Amaterasu?"

Yagyu Kihara's cut finger was bleeding. The blood did not fall to the ground. Instead, it was lifted up by an invisible force and gathered on his face, finally turning into half a mask with a red face and a high nose.

"Do you understand now?"

A hoarse voice came from behind the blood-colored mask, a pair of dark wings covered the sky, and the stretched shadow swallowed up Emperor Jimmu's longing sight of the sky.

The Emperor's eyes grew dim.

It turns out that the candidate for the Great Tengu has already been decided, and this long wait is all lies and jokes.

Is this fun?

Such painstaking efforts to weave lies, just to see a bad joke.

"Not really."

The path followed by the Great Tengu is the path of a traitor, requiring three betrayals.

The first betrayal was a betrayal of himself. He betrayed his human dignity and fell into the path of monsters.

The second betrayal was the betrayal of a retainer. He betrayed General Hirata, whom he served, and became a traitor in the true sense.

Three betrayals, betrayals of faith, are underway at the moment.

Of course, Yagyu Kihara would not tell Emperor Jimmu this, he would just bewitch him like a devil:

"Your Majesty, it's not a lie. At least Amaterasu has left a choice."

Looking at the short sword in his hand, Emperor Jimmu seemed to have made up his mind.

That's it.

Rather than continue to be a politically useless puppet, it would be better to become a real bogeyman. Even the lowest level red-faced ghost is better than the empty title of emperor.

At least, alive!

Swinging the knife, the sharp dagger pierced the soft belly, and blood flowed out like a spring.

Emperor Jimmu stood up in pain and kept making uncomfortable "humming" sounds.

Is this the price you pay for power?

It hurts, it hurts.

The blood flow continued, and Emperor Jimmu felt that his body temperature was dropping rapidly. However, the power he longed for has yet to emerge.

"What's going on? Why can't I transform?"

The only response he received was cold despair:

"If the knife had penetrated deeper, it wouldn't have lasted so long. That's all. There should have been an intermediary for suicide. Just let me end your pain."

Yagyu Kihara slowly drew out the katana from his waist.

"You lied to me, you actually lied to me...the choice you made...go away, go away! Someone, someone!"

Emperor Jimmu dragged his bulky body and crawled hard to the back room, dragging a long blood stain on the ground.

"You can't kill me, I am the emperor! I am the descendant of Amaterasu! I am the spiritual pillar of the Yamato clan! I cannot die!"

"No one can be killed." The knife in Yagyu Kihara's hand drew a beautiful mirror in the air. The next second the mirror disappeared, a beautiful section appeared on Emperor Jimmu's neck.

The world is completely silent.

Yagyu Kihara picked up the head of Emperor Jimmu, and the fear that could not be dispersed was condensed on the dead face:

"What a coward."

He couldn't help but miss General Hirata's anger before his death. His emotions were like fire, almost burning his own despicable soul.

A large amount of blood gushed out along Emperor Jimmu's neck, as if inspired, converging on the other half of Yagyu Kihara's face that was not covered by the blood-colored mask.

The blood squirmed and took shape, and finally the tengu mask with half an angry face and half a fearful face was firmly attached to Yagyu Kihara's face.

Three betrayals have been completed, and this mask will follow Yagyu Kihara forever and cannot be separated from it.

But he didn't care. The moment he killed Emperor Jimmu, he killed Yagyu Kihara himself together with him.

Standing here is the Great Tengu who controls the night march of hundreds of ghosts.

"The era of human rule has completely ended, and the era of divine rule will begin tonight."

When the sun sets and encounters a demon, the Tengu flaps its wings and turns into a strong wind and disappears into the imperial palace.

(End of this chapter)