Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 201: Feng Shui Battle
The beautiful spiritual woman who always wore red clothes changed into a green long dress with lace sewn on the chest.

The two black lace sleeves were connected to the waist of the green skirt, which made her look a little younger.

She saw Yingkong Kurumi coming and smiled and nodded.

Yingkong Kurumi had met her several times and was quite familiar with her, so she nodded slightly in return.

The other old man was also an acquaintance of Yingkong Kurumi. The last time Yingkong Kurumi was framed, he came with the cabinet minister and it was he who did the appraisal.

He was also very envious of the pendant-style divine tool on Yingkong Kurumi's ear.

Seeing Yingkong Kurumi walk in, his eyes were fixed on Yingkong Kurumi's little ears.

He swallowed his saliva.

If Sakura Kurumi didn't know what he was looking at, she would have taken out handcuffs and handcuffed this old pervert.

There were three people standing together opposite, two of them were members of this session of the Lingyi Dissent Society.

But the first person to speak was the old man standing in the middle, wearing Chinese Taoist robes and holding a Chinese whisk.

"You are here, Yingkong Kurumi Hall Master, the Shinto goddess." The old man dressed as a Chinese Taoist priest smiled slightly, with a rather immortal air.

Yingkong Kurumi keenly felt that the old man's words sounded familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't remember where.

Judging from the positions of the three people and the order in which they spoke, the two members of the Lingyi Council actually focused on the old man in Taoist robes.

This surprised Sakura Kurumi very much.

You should know that the Spiritual Dissent Society is already the highest organization outside the law.

Although they mostly participate in legislation and have relatively little real power, they are indeed one of the highest forces in Japan.

They were unable to speak and were waiting for the old Taoist priest to speak, which showed that the old Taoist priest's status was more noble than theirs.

Yingkong Kurumi became interested in the identity of this old Taoist priest.

"It doesn't matter who you are, Yingkong Walnut. As long as you have the blood of the ancient clan, you are our child." The old man dressed as a Taoist priest spoke with charming power, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Yingkong Kurumi immediately felt like she was being spied on, just like when she first met Fang Zuo.

The spiritual tool of the Shikigami [Kaguya Touma] on her ear instantly emitted an urgent golden light, while continuously dripping golden light.

From the mark of heaven and earth planted by Fang Zuo in Yingkong Huwalnut's soul, a huge amount of incense was gathered and input into [Kaguya Touma].

[Kaguya Touma] is a small space in a Japanese wooden house.

The beautiful woman in kimono, with a serious expression, was converting a large amount of incense into spiritual power and inputting it into the spiritual tool of [Kaguya Touma].

A force of light and the five elements took the initiative to protect Yingkong Kurumi's entire body.

Yingkong Kurumi's police uniform was faintly flickering with five colors of light, making her little face look even more beautiful.

The golden tassels on her ears add a holy glow to her little face.

"Hmm?" The old Taoist priest was trying in vain, and suddenly showed an expression of interest in the pendant on Yingkong Kurumi's ear.

"Are you challenging the authority of the law, old man?" Yingkong Walnut sneered, and her small hand reached out from the gun pouch behind her waist. She held the purple rhinestone-studded 'Pavna Witness' in her right hand, and held the gun handle with her left hand, pointing the black muzzle at the old Taoist priest.

The little head tilted slightly, staring at the crosshairs, and the spiritual power locked onto the old Taoist priest in front of him.

"The head of the Yingkong Walnut Hall is one of us. He is just checking whether you have the blood of the ancient clan." The beautiful woman in the green lace dress said hurriedly.

"As a disciplinary force, only the legal department is ours." Sakura Kurumi shook her head. "I can classify his actions as sexual harassment and arrest him. You actually dared to harass the director of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau? You're quite brave, old man."

"Don't be nervous, Yingkong Walnut Hall Master. Although you stopped me from spying, but, if this person is not a descendant of the ancient clan, who else is he?" The old Taoist smiled indifferently and said, "We are one family, child."

Our own people? Who are your own people?

I'm married, Yingkong Kurumi sneered in her heart.

My man said, "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog."

He had no good feelings towards this old Taoist priest who was spying on him casually.

Sakura Kurumi listened to him speaking Japanese with a strange accent and immediately realized why it sounded so familiar.

This accent is not from Kyushu, Kansai, Kanto, or Tokyo.

My man is just like him, with a slight accent that you can't tell if you don't listen carefully.

Is he Chinese?
Yingkong Kurumi looked at the old man with sharp and careful eyes.

No.

He lacked the unique Chinese temperament that was characteristic of men.

Still Japanese.

and.

Her years of experience in handling cases have made her observation skills extremely sharp.

After knowing Fang Zuo's identity, Yingkong Kurumi often studied Chinese culture and Chinese in the office.

Especially Taoism, a native religion from China, a sect of men.

Yingkong Kurumi's eyes followed the sight of the pistol, and in a short time, she found that there was something different about this Chinese Taoist robe.

His cuffs and hems were embroidered with chrysanthemums.

White chrysanthemums are tattooed on the cuffs.

There are yellow chrysanthemums embroidered on the hem of her clothes.

This is different from the Chinese Taoist robe.

But it should have something to do with China. Yingkong Kurumi looked at the old man who was still looking at her with a smile, and slowly put away the pistol.

"That's right. You've reached this level and passed our observation. You should feel honored, Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall Master." The old Taoist stroked his white beard. "Even your master, Takeda Taifu, didn't know of our existence. In nearly a thousand years of Japanese history, you're only the second person of your age to know of our organization."

The old Taoist priest showed off his vast history with a slightly proud look on his face.

The youngest director of the Tokyo Exorcist Guard Agency, who was waiting opposite him, showed a look of surprise, then bowed down in worship.

"Are you going to ask me who was the first one, old man? I'd rather you keep it short and not keep me guessing." Yingkong Kurumi swung her gun impatiently. "Tonight is special. We have a lot of cases, and my subordinates are all at work. As your boss, I can't be here guessing with you. My time is precious."

Yingkong Kurumi lowered the muzzle of the pistol: "If you're still holding it in, then just hold it in. I don't have time to play with you."

The old Taoist priest with white beard looked a little dazed. This hall was exactly different from what he had imagined.

As beautiful and young as rumored, but this side.
"Young people nowadays are really impetuous." The old Taoist with white beard waved his whisk and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, my name is Haneda Michihiro."

"The first person to know about us at your age was the so-called number one Onmyoji in Japan, Abe Haruaki." Haneda Michihiro continued with a slightly serious expression, "We belong to the Jiujiu Sect, Japan's oldest organization. As for why we sent you here, it's because someone has disturbed Japan's thousand-year-old Feng Shui formation."

"Feng Shui formation?" Yingkong Kurumi slowly put away the gun and put it into the holster at the back of his waist. "Is it in Tokyo?"

"Yes." Haneda Michihiro nodded. "This Feng Shui formation has a history of thousands of years. It suppressed Taira Masakado, Japan's greatest vengeful spirit, beneath Tokyo. His spirit nourished a dragon vein beneath our Japanese islands. Now that the Feng Shui formation has been destroyed, Taira Masakado's tomb will be opened."

"Isn't this easy to do?" Yingkong Kurumi frowned. "Since you claim to be a thousand-year-old organization, and you know about this Feng Shui formation, and you know where Taira no Masakado's vengeful spirit is, why don't you make amends?"

"It's not that simple. Yingkong Walnut Hall is inviting you to come and take a look." Haneda Michihiro flicked his whisk, made a hand gesture and pointed, and a water curtain appeared in the middle.

Yingkong Kurumi looked at the water curtain with a little caution.

The water curtain changed and a map appeared.

Yingkong Hutao is extremely familiar with this map after so many years of duty, and can almost recite it by heart.

Tokyo map.

Michihiro Haneda looked carefully at Sakurasora Kurumi's expression.

The young director of the Security Department was not surprised at all when he saw that he used this water curtain technique.

It seems somewhat commonplace.

I couldn't help but nod repeatedly. It seems that he really has the blood of an ancient clan. No wonder he is so naturally arrogant.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel more favorable towards Yingkong Kurumi.

In Sakura Kurumi's eyes, there was nothing she hadn't seen from her man, and this kind of thing was no different from a magic trick to her.

Michihiro Haneda stepped forward, pointed with his whisk, and said, "Back then, the vengeful spirit of Taira no Masakado caused chaos, leading tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and dominating the Japanese island at the time. Later, after being defeated, the predecessors of the organization divided it into seven parts and suppressed it in seven locations in Tokyo, arranged like the seven stars of the Big Dipper."

"His head, body, limbs, and armor were buried separately. Using these as the foundation, the Beidou Zhenwu formation was constructed. His soul was used to nourish the dragon head of the dragon vein of the Japanese island, which is now Tokyo."

"It is because of this great formation that Tokyo's feng shui flourished, making it the world's leading international city."

"Six hundred years ago, the Beidou Zhenwu formation weakened. At our suggestion, the then-powerful authority, the Tokugawa shogunate, built seven temples at the seven centers of the formation." "Three hundred years later, the formation weakened again. At our suggestion, the then-powerful authority, the Meiji Emperor, built five mausoleum shrines in Tokyo to honor the spirits of all the Japanese war dead, using their death energy to form the feng shui formation."

"Four of the cemetery shrines are connected into a quadrilateral, with the middle point forming a cross inside the quadrilateral. The powerful magic circle formed by these five cemeteries is like a huge talisman, covering the Big Dipper and forming a dragon-locking talisman barrier."

"The shrine in the middle is the Yasukuni Shrine."

Haneda Michihiro pointed his whisk and continued, "A hundred years ago, the hexagram indicated that the ancestral dragon vein dormant underground in neighboring Shenzhou had awakened, causing all the dragons to bow their heads and offer their dragon energy. This one beneath the Japanese islands was no exception."

"After several failed attempts at feng shui, we were unable to stop the Ancestral Dragon from rising from the neighboring island. We could only use the Great Yin-Yang Tai Chi Formation to lock the dragon energy from the Japanese islands and prevent it from leaking out."

"Hence, the Yin-Yang Formation. This is why Tokyo has prospered for nearly a hundred years. Even the powerful Western powers like America couldn't suppress it."

Michihiro Haneda looked somewhat smug and waved his whisk again.

"This is a Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram. The two ends of the Tai Chi diagram just happen to cut off the beginning and end of the Big Dipper."

The water curtain changed with a blue light, and a map appeared.

This picture of Yingkong Hutao is even more familiar.

Not only is Sakura Sora Kurumi familiar with her, but every Tokyo resident is extremely familiar with her.

Japan's Yamanote Line, a subway loop line that runs through the core of Tokyo.

This tram line, operated by JR East, is 34.5 kilometers long and connects 30 stations, 24 of which are transfer stations.

It can be said that this subway line is the heart of Tokyo. It connects Tokyo’s most core business districts, and each of its stations is located near Tokyo’s most prosperous areas.

The exit of each station is where the housing and shop prices are the highest in Tokyo.

Those who buy property here are all upper-class people in Tokyo.

But all the people in Tokyo who sit on the subway every day don’t even know that this is actually a feng shui formation.

After seeing this, Sakura Kurumi was a little surprised and began to pay some attention to this organization that Haneda Michihiro mentioned as the oldest organization in Japan.

It’s unbelievable that an organization has done so many things in Japan over thousands of years.

Michihiro Haneda has been observing Sakurasora Kurumi's expression.

Seeing a hint of shock finally appear on her little face, he nodded in satisfaction.

The whisk was waved again.

Water curtain change.

In the Yamanote Line loop, there is a "central line" running through the east and west, and this central line is exactly a horizontal S shape.

"This central line follows the two 'fish' lines of the great yin and yang. The yang eye of the fish is where the imperial family is, and the yin eye is Shinjuku, Tokyo's most chaotic place."

Haneda Michihiro's face lit up with anger as he spoke of this. "But recently, the Yasukuni Shrine collapsed for some unknown reason. Although the government quickly rebuilt it, the heroic spirits were completely annihilated, leaving this Dragon Locking Talisman Formation without a core."

"This incompetent government can't even look after a shrine." Haneda Michihiro's face showed an expression of indignation. "These damned island natives, without the blood of our ancient clan, are unreliable. What a bunch of bastards."

The last few words are in Chinese.

Yingsora Kurumi has been studying Chinese intensively recently and just happened to know what it means.

Seeing Haneda Michihiro's angry expression that made his beard twisted, her little face looked strange and she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

It seems that this Yasukuni Shrine was destroyed by her own man with a slap.

At that time, it was said that they were a group of evil spirits and looked disgusting.
"Although the Yasukuni Shrine lost its heroic spirits and the core of the formation was ineffective, it was not enough to destroy the three Feng Shui formations. We haven't found the one that caused the most serious damage to the Feng Shui formations." Haneda Michihiro sighed.
"Tokyo is so huge, with countless buildings constructed over the centuries, that the feng shui patterns are very obscured. It seems the other party understands the general feng shui patterns very well, and this wasn't achieved overnight; it's the result of long-term exploration."

"The murderer is very well hidden. We can't tell his target for a while."

"This destruction is hidden throughout Tokyo. We asked Sakura Sora Kurumi Hall to come here because we want your help. While we are doing the feng shui, we need the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau to provide various construction materials and evacuate the people."

"Also, we must find out which of the seven was responsible for destroying General Ping's tomb. Otherwise, if General Ping's vengeful spirit escapes completely, it will be a huge problem."

"Two of Tokyo's three great vengeful spirits are sealed in the Northern Four Islands. If they escape to the Northern Four Islands and are unsealed, a lot of trouble will arise."

Sakura Kurumi nodded: "If it's just these two things, this matter concerning the people of Tokyo is my responsibility, I can provide assistance."

Haneda Michihiro waved his whisk and nodded in satisfaction. "That's great, Sakura Kurumi Hall Master. Although I haven't confirmed your bloodline, you are far more outstanding than these damned island natives. I believe that one day I will meet you in the 'ancestral land'."

Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes in her heart and forced a smile to deal with it.

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Inside Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

"Snapped."

Shiraishi Nagimitsu slapped the white buttocks of Shiraishi Mei next to her red thong.

While creating ripples, a small red palm print was left behind.

"Shiraishi Mei, listen to what you're saying. Do you believe it? Do you think I'm a fool? Are you dismissing me just like that?" Shiraishi Nagiko sneered, "What do you mean you were lost in the American jungle? Why didn't you say you were lost in the Jurassic?"

"Shiraishi Mei, I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise, you'll get out tomorrow."

"Oh, sister, my dear sister, please believe me, okay? I have my own difficulties and I can't tell you." Shiraishi Mei put her head into Shiraishi Nagimitsu's huge thing and said coquettishly.

"Stop, stop, stop." Shiraishi Nagimitsu pushed Shiraishi Mei away and looked at her sister in confusion and said, "Have you joined some gang or drug trafficking organization? I'm warning you, Shiraishi Mei."

"No, really not." Shiraishi Mei raised her hand and swore: "If I join some gang, make me an A cup."

Right after she finished swearing, Shiraishi Mei slyly tried to shove her head into Shiraishi Nagimitsu's pair of huge things. She gestured with her small hands, "Sister, how come yours has grown bigger again, and is even firmer than when I left? Do you have some secret recipe? To be honest, I used to be afraid that you would sag a lot as you got older, but now I'm not worried anymore."

"There's no secret recipe. And Shiraishi Mei, I warn you, don't get in here in the future. They belong to my man now, not you." Shiraishi Nagi sneered, "If you don't want to tell me, I won't force you. Don't call me sister in the future. I can't stand it."

After saying that, Shiraishi Nagi kicked Shiraishi Mei off the bed and said, "Go sleep with Yui, this bed is not for you."

Mei Shiraishi cried out "Ouch!", rolled under the bed, stood up, made a face at Nagimitsu Shiraishi, turned around and walked out.

The moment he turned around, his expression became extremely cold.

She has learned over the years that there are too many terrifying things in this world.

I also saw a lot of things that I had never heard of before.

After returning home, he saw his sister and Yui being fascinated by an inexplicable man.

This made her doubts grow deeper.

Is there something wrong with that man?

My sister has reached this position now. With her status, her appearance, and her figure, too many people are coveting her.

She had heard it even though she was on the other side of the world.

This is also the reason why I came back.

A murderous aura rose in Shiraishi Mei's heart.

Anyone who wants to touch Shiraishi Nagimitsu has to walk over Shiraishi Mei's body.

As for the man who has my sister and Yui so bewildered, you better not have any problems.

Mei Shiraishi sneered.

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In an abandoned shrine near Tokyo.

There is no one living nearby.

People who come here for running or adventure often get lost.

Then he appeared at the foot of the mountain inexplicably.

A woman with extremely long legs and wearing a military uniform was crawling in front of an old incense burner.

The incense burner was lit, and black mist slowly rose.

Then, a pair of red eyes appeared in the black fog, flashing continuously.

"So it was successful?" The red eyes made a dull sound.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the woman nodded. "The seal on Taira no Masakado's vengeful spirit has been loosened. I believe he will be able to escape soon."

"Well done, you have lived up to my expectations of you. Now, let's start the next plan." The red eyes flashed violently.

(End of this chapter)