Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 252: Yama Palace, Book of Life and Death, Fang Zuo's Choice
Inside the bedroom of the Iwasaki family villa.

The old woman dressed as a cleaning attendant who combed Shiraishi Nagimitsu's hair walked in.

"What's going on, Mrs. Lunpeng, did you get it?" Iwasaki Hayabusa asked anxiously.

"I got it." The old woman nodded and took out a few strands of long hair tied with red ropes.

The middle-aged man next to him took out a champagne glass and placed it on the table in front of Iwasaki Hayato.

Iwasaki Hayabusa looked at the faint lipstick mark on the champagne glass and his blood boiled.

I can't wait to smell and taste it myself.

I have already investigated it myself.

Although Shiraishi Nagimitsu was indeed married, it was a miserable marriage.

And I can give her happiness for the rest of her life.

"Are you sure, Mrs. Lunpeng?" Iwasaki Hayabusa said to the old woman.

Mrs. Lumpong said nothing. She took out a piece of yellow paper and slowly wiped the lipstick marks on the champagne glass. Then she folded the lipstick-stained paper into a strange shape.

"There aren't many people in Japan who can escape our magic, but our magic has limited influence. Mr. Iwasaki Hayabusa, let me explain first: our Southeast Asian black magic and Kumantong don't make someone fall in love instantly. They simply create a kind of hallucination and mental trance when you appear." The old woman said as she pulled out a Yin card carved with skulls.
"This kind of illusion can only make her feel a sense of familiarity towards you. How to develop it next depends on your own actions."

"Don't worry, ma'am. I know I need to fight for these things myself. Just create some prerequisites for me so that she doesn't hate me." Iwasaki Hayabusa nodded.

As long as she doesn't hate me and lets herself get closer, I will be sure to catch up with this beautiful congresswoman.

Iwasaki Hayabusa seemed to see the happiness in the future.

Colors flickered in his pupils.

The old woman nodded.

The middle-aged man next to him immediately took out a piece of bright red cloth and spread it on the table.

Then place the incense altar and candles.

After the old woman muttered something, she picked up the Yin card on the table and shook it continuously.

Accompanied by weird and twisted footsteps, shaking his head.

at this time.

In a Lexus heading towards downtown Tokyo.

Among the miscellaneous items piled in the trunk, a strange-looking little doll that had been placed there at some unknown time moved.

An illusory and eerie Kumantong slowly crawled from the trunk to the back seat of the Lexus.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu in the back row was checking emails on her cell phone.

Mei Shiraishi looked at the night view outside the window boredly.

Suddenly, the hairs on his body stood up, he sensed some inexplicable danger, and looked towards Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

I saw a black gas falling from the sky and trying to rush into Shiraishi Nagimitsu's body.

at the same time.

A transparent, fist-sized ghost doll with a sinister smile slowly crawled over using all four limbs.

"Be careful." Mei Shiraishi shouted suddenly and reached out to grab the doll.

suddenly.

A faint golden light flickered on Shiraishi Nagi's body.

The black gas that fell from the sky was instantly swallowed by the light.

The ghost doll was illuminated by the golden light, and all kinds of expressions of fear were reflected on its horrific face. It didn't even have time to scream before it turned into ashes in an instant.

It all happened in just a second.

It was so fast that the witness, Mei Shiraishi, didn't have time to react.

"What are you being careful about?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu turned his head and looked at Shiraishi Mei in surprise.

"Nothing, nothing." Shiraishi Mei reached out and took a hair from Shiraishi Nagi's shoulder: "A hair fell off."

Shiraishi Nagi rolled her eyes: "Is it because I haven't beaten you recently that you're itching again?"

Mei Shiraishi chuckled twice, turned her head and looked out the window again, with deep doubts in her heart.

What's going on with this golden light? Who is protecting my sister?

Mei Shiraishi is finding it increasingly difficult to understand her sister.

What happened when I was away?

Inside the bedroom of the Iwasaki family.

'puff. '

The old woman turned her head and spat a mouthful of blood on Iwasaki Hayato's white suit.

The white suit was spotted with scarlet spots, looking extremely scary.

"Iwasaki Hayabusa! Who is she? Is she really just a council member?" The old woman, her face covered in blood, shouted with a ferocious expression, "My Kumantong, the one I tamed for decades, is dead."

"He's really just a congressman." Iwasaki Hayabusa was a little scared when he saw the miserable look on the face of this Southeast Asian sorcerer who had served his family for many years.

"No, that's not right. There is a powerful being protecting her. You are killing me." The old woman saw everything clearly from the Kumantong's vision.

Such a vast golden light is not something that wizards like them can contend with.

This Shiraishi Nagimitsu is someone that he can't afford to offend.

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Fang Zuo's field of vision shifted, passing through layers of space.

Came to a huge dilapidated hall.

Dozens of sky-high pillars support the roof of the temple, which is dozens of meters high.

Fang Zuo looked around and walked to the shabby hall table.

Sure enough, it was almost the same as the scenes in movies and TV dramas, and I really came here.

Where are the Black and White Impermanence and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face?

The judge, Yama, and the little ghosts were all gone.

The plaque of the Yama Hall was hanging at an angle, and it looked like it would fall down at any moment.

The empty lobby was filled with several sets of torture instruments covered in dust.

Is there ashes in the underworld?

"Of course there isn't any. People turned into ashes, ghosts turned into ashes, they are all ashes."

A gloomy voice was heard, and Fang Zuo turned his head to look.

How could I not have noticed that there was someone else here?
And you can hear your own voice.

Fang Zuo looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw his left hand casually placed on the drum of an old Shengtang drum in the corner of the wall, and a bulging and aging face was looking at me.

His face was haggard, his eyes were dull, his mouth was black and hollow, and he only had two teeth left.

The realm is not low
Monster?

Not like that, there is no evil spirit.

What is this?
"Nascent Soul cultivator? Great, great." Zhang Laogu was surprisingly happy to see Fang Zuo arrive, as if he saw hope. "I never thought that after all these years, I've taken away so many wandering souls who strayed into the underworld, and now I've seen the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"Old... Senior." Fang Zuo considered it for a moment. Since he had been seen through by the other party, he should be polite in a strange place. "Where have all the ghosts and gods gone here?"

"Gone. All gone. All the gods and Buddhas in the sky are gone. Ghosts, demons, and immortals are all gone. Not a single one is left."

Lao Gu spoke of this weakly, with a look of loneliness on his face.

"Gone? Why did they leave? Where did they go?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I've gone outside. There's no other way. The spiritual energy has dried up, the incense is no longer pure, and even the way of heaven is gone." Lao Gu swallowed his saliva.
"Forget about the underworld. Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is gone from the entire underworld. Even the Heavenly Palace above was emptied long ago. Not even a single glazed tile is left."

"All gone?"

Fang Zuo looked at the dilapidated Yama Palace.

It has indeed been almost moved.

Even the dark dragons circling above a dozen large pillars disappeared.

Only a blank and huge dragon-shaped mark was left.

A complex emotion filled Fang Zuo's heart.

Sure enough, they were all gone.

It feels like being abandoned.

From now on, monks will no longer have a home or a goal.

in case.

There will be more monks in the future.

Fang Zuo sighed.

Among the complex emotions, there is also a sense of loneliness that I have never experienced before.

Although he has always walked this path alone, he knows that countless people have walked it before him.

They are all ahead, waiting for me to surpass them.

But now.
"Senior, the underworld is empty. How will human souls be reincarnated in the future?" Fang Zuo asked.

The old drummer frowned, and a drumstick flew up from the ground, scratching the drumhead and making it thump. "The souls of the dead are no longer under the control of this place. From now on, there will be no judgment of good and evil among the souls, and human ethics will be in chaos.

"If it's not this person's responsibility, then who else should take care of it? Where does that person go after he dies? Doesn't he need to be reincarnated?" Fang Zuo was very surprised.

"How is the outside world operating now? How can I know?" Lao Gu threw his drumstick aside, sighed, and showed a helpless expression on his face: "If you want to know, you will know it naturally when you reach a certain level or die."

"Oh, that's right. The Buddha and the Three Pure Ones are all gone. What are you still trying to cultivate to be immortal or to attain the Tao in the mortal world? I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to reach your level."

Lao Gu glared and muttered to himself.

"Senior, why don't you leave?"

Fang Zuo asked again, why the underworld was empty, but there was an old drum whose realm he himself could not understand left here.

"Now that I'm gone, what will happen to the wandering souls who stray into this place in the future? Who will send them back?"

Lao Gu glared, then slowly lowered his eyes, his expression somewhat sad:

"I can't send you off much longer. I'm about to vanish into thin air. You said you'd come pick me up, but you haven't even sent me a letter in all these years."

“I don’t know if they can gain a foothold there.”

"Fortunately, the last trace of this place left in your souls will soon disappear, and then you will all forget it."

"From now on, no one will come here again, even if their soul wanders."

"Forget it, just forget it, it's okay to forget it."

"Forget all about the Three Realms and Five Elements, demons, ghosts, gods, and immortals."

"If the underworld doesn't even exist, who knows what reincarnation is."

"From now on, it will be a new world and a new way of heaven."

Lao Gu sighed deeply, and seeing Fang Zuo was about to ask another question, he interrupted:

"Don't ask anymore. I still need to save some energy to send back the wandering souls that come here later."

"Fellow cultivator, please do as you please. With your soul, you don't need my escort to return. Just walk out of the underworld."

After saying this, the facial features on the drum head retracted, and it turned into a drum that couldn't be more ordinary.

Everything became quiet again, so quiet that even breathing could be heard, as if it were a dream.

Fang Zuo walked in the Yama Hall, looking around, hoping to find something.

After a few steps forward.

But there are signs of emptying everywhere.

Besides a few broken shackles and torture instruments, a few broken chairs, and a few scattered Buddhist beads on the ground.

And a dining table.

suddenly.

Fang Zuo's eyes narrowed, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

He strode forward.

A mottled, old and tattered booklet was placed on the table in the hall.

There were three large seal characters written on this torn booklet.

Book of life and death.

Fang Zuo's soul shook violently. He never thought that the legendary treasure of the underworld was placed here.

Just put it there openly.

There is nothing protecting it.

It's like a piece of discarded garbage.

It seemed like it was waiting for Fang Zuo to take it.

Is it possible that the underworld is moving so hastily?

Even such important things are placed here?
Is this the foundation for my enlightenment?

Fang Zuo's heart of Taoism was beating violently, forcing himself to reach out and take the Book of Life and Death.

Fang Zuo tried his best to suppress his restless heart and soul.

Stare closely at this booklet.

Grit your teeth to resist this huge throbbing.

then
He suddenly turned his head and turned around.

Fang opened his left hand, put away the remaining shackles and torture instruments in the hall, and picked up a few tables and chairs.

Then he bent down and picked up a few Buddhist beads.

In the end, he even didn't let go of the drumstick that had just fallen to the ground and that the old drummer used to scratch his itch.

Collected them all.

But he didn't touch the Book of Life and Death.

The Book of Earth, one of the three books of Heaven, Earth and Man.

After Fang Zuo had looted everything, he continued to suppress the restlessness in his body and strode out of the Yama Palace.

"Ah!!!" After Fang Zuo left, Lao Gu's features reappeared, his face filled with disappointment: "What a pity! Such a good spark, such a strong heart of Taoism, and such cultivation, he is the best candidate."

"But why doesn't he have any greed at all? Isn't his determination to follow the Tao at all?"

"To those of you who have left, it's not that I haven't tried my best, it's simply that you are destined to face this calamity. Please continue to wait."

Lao Gu sighed, his expression changed, and he habitually wanted to fly up the drumstick to scratch the itch.

But the ground was empty.

Looking again, the shackles were gone.

All the chairs were taken away.

The Buddhist beads that were torn apart during the dispute with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva were also taken away.

"How can this be described as not having greed, or not having a shaken heart? This is simply like bandits entering a den." Lao Gu smiled bitterly and shook his head. "This last Nascent Soul cultivator is truly extraordinary. He was a great choice, what a shame."

As he spoke regretfully, the hall flashed.

Another confused young man, wearing a wrinkled suit and a tie hanging around his neck, walked in drunk and with a sad face.

"Fuck, is this the Hall of Yama? Was I really hit to death? I'm so damn unlucky!" the young man cursed.

Seeing this, Lao Gu quickly put away his expression and once again welcomed the wandering soul that had strayed into this place, staring at him intently.

Look at the soul of this young man who is full of curiosity, touching here and there.

I just hope he can touch the book of life and death.

After Fang Zuo's soul stepped out of the Yama Palace.

In an instant, a thought lasts forever.

It was as if I had experienced countless dimensions and jumped through countless wormholes.

Returned to Fang Zuo's original body.

Fang Zuo frowned, feeling weak.

The entire Yama Palace was empty.

The underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell, Judge Wuchang, and even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are gone.

If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha.

I don’t know if this can be considered as fulfilling the great wish made by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

As for the Book of Life and Death.

Fang Zuo sneered.

I'm not a fool.

Everything has been moved into this state, and a book of life and death is left on the table. What a huge cause and effect is waiting for future generations.

Fang Zuo is not timid. Great deeds will naturally lead to great consequences.

However, this arranged path is not one's own path.

Such a huge cause and effect must have a huge reason.

When even the gods and Buddhas in the sky can’t solve a problem, find a human soul to take the blame.

It can be seen how difficult the road ahead will be after obtaining the Book of Life and Death. This is almost imaginable.

Just as Fang Zuo was pondering, a ferocious voice shouted, "We found you, thief."

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In the living room of the Iwasaki family's huge villa.

The sorcerer was an old woman called Madam Lunpeng, standing in the middle with a pale face.

Iwasaki Hayabusa knelt beside him, trembling.

The head of the Iwasaki family, Iwasaki Hitoto, sat in an electric wheelchair, looking at the old woman with a serious expression, his hands tightly gripping the sides of the electric wheelchair.

Next to him stood Bai Huizi, the beautiful woman from the Spiritual Opposition Society.

"And then?" Iwasaki Jinto asked in a deep voice, "Tell me! What happens after the disaster?"

There was a hint of suppressed anger in his voice.

"Then I was attacked back. The Kumantong that I had kept in captivity for decades also died. I couldn't get any information from it. It died completely." Mrs. Lunpeng said with heartache.

This was the result of decades of hard work, and it helped her defeat many enemies, but now she was annihilated without even seeing her opponent.

"Mrs. Lunpeng, you said you only saw a golden light, didn't see anyone take action, and even Shiraishi Nagimitsu hadn't reacted yet, and everything was over?" Baihuizi frowned, somewhat incredulous.

"Momoko, what do you think of Shiraishi Nagimitsu? You are already one of the top Onmyoji in Japan." Iwasaki Jinto rubbed his brows and asked, "Is Shiraishi Nagimitsu always pretending? Is she also an Onmyoji herself?"

"If that's not the case, then there's nothing to worry about." Bai Huizi shook her head. "I'm just worried that there's someone powerful behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu protecting her. No wonder when I talked to her last night, she didn't care at all that the demon tribe was going to assassinate her. She wasn't even a little worried."

"Now that I think about it, it's all because of how powerful the people behind her are."

"Powerful? How powerful?" Iwasaki Jinto asked tiredly, "Powerful enough to surpass you, a member of the spiritual opposition council?"

He glanced at Iwasaki Hayato coldly.

These ignorant brats have caused such a big disaster just after returning. Are they going to kill the Iwasaki family?

"Very powerful, beyond my comprehension. No one in the Lingyi Society can be stronger than him." Baihuizi's face flushed with excitement, and the cotton fabric of her thong was slightly damp.

It turns out that there is such a powerful person by my side.

Is it a man?

Bai Huizi suddenly became very excited.

Been waiting for so many years.

"We, the Yin-Yang masters of the Lingyi Society, can resist these witchcrafts if we are near the victim, but we can't do that if we are not around. We can easily kill the Kumantong and resist the black magic." Bai Huizi said, rubbing her legs. "These methods are beyond our imagination. That person is very powerful!"

Iwasaki Hito patted the wheelchair lightly.

Dozens of men in black upstairs pointed their guns at the old woman.

Several men in black also walked into the hall, pointing guns at Mrs. Lunpeng.

There was a faint aura surging from the sides of the rooms nearby, and several cultivators and strange men walked out, locking their eyes on Madam Lunpeng.

"Master Iwasaki, what are you doing? You can't do this to me. I have helped the Iwasaki family a lot over the past few decades." Mrs. Lunpeng said in horror.

"When I recruited you, I told you that you were to serve me, not the rest of the Iwasaki family," Iwasaki Hito said coldly. "You broke my rules, Madam Lunpeng. No matter how these guys begged and promised, you shouldn't have agreed to their demands and worked for them."

"And you, Iwasaki Hayabusa, you brought such great trouble to the family after returning, and all for a woman." Iwasaki Hito's electric wheelchair rolled in front of Iwasaki Hayabusa. "I've taught you countless times not to let women blind your ambitions, you useless fool."

"I'm sorry, head of the family. I couldn't control myself the first time I saw Shiraishi Nagimitsu." Iwasaki Hayabusa crawled on the ground, lowered his head and cried.

"Are you the only one who covets that woman, Shiraishi Nagimitsu? Countless men and even women in Tokyo dream of getting her." Iwasaki Jinto showed a look of disappointment. "If she's so easy to get, how could you get her?"

"Idiot, if you want something, just pursue it openly. If you can win over Shiraishi Nagimitsu, I will pass the position of head of the family to you. But you actually resorted to such means. It would have been fine if you had used them, but you actually failed."

"Now, you have provoked a powerful enemy for the Iwasaki family. Do you know that Mitsubishi Group's military orders this time are only half of what they were before? At such a critical moment, you actually did such a stupid thing."

"I'm sorry, Master, please forgive me and give me another chance." Iwasaki Hayabusa said while kowtowing continuously.

"Chance? Of course I will give you a chance." Iwasaki Jinto sighed and said to the woman next to him, "I will also give you a chance. You should reflect on yourself during this period."

Iwasaki Hito said this and waved his hand.

The men in black swarmed forward and took Iwasaki Hayabusa and Mrs. Lunpeng away at gunpoint.

"Not deal with them?" Bai Huizi frowned, not thinking this was a good way to deal with it.

"How can we not deal with them?" Iwasaki Hito sighed. "The most important thing now is to appease the anger of the powerful figures behind Shiraishi Nagimitsu. If we deal with them, what will we have as evidence if he comes looking for us?"

"Lock up Madam Lunpeng and don't let her out. Then, seize the passports of Iwasaki Hayabusa and everyone in his family and keep them under control."

"If that powerful figure doesn't come, even if they're lucky, if he does, we'll push them out and see if we can use their lives to buy back the friendship of Shiraishi Nagimitsu and the people behind her."

"Momoko, you might as well get in touch with Shiraishi Nagimitsu during this period and get some information from her," said Iwasaki Hito.

"I'll try my best." Bai Huizi nodded.

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Fang Zuo looked up.

The entire small world was silent, and all the living and dead were frozen in this space.

A huge black fog enveloped Fang Zuo.

"It's you! It's you again!" The giant insect-like form of Izanami, approximately a hundred meters tall, emerged from the black mist. "This isn't a battle of souls. You dare bring your true form here?"

The densely packed barbed spiracles on the insect body of Izanami God emitted a rapid breathing sound.

Several pairs of wings flapped frantically, and silent sound waves spread out.

The eye marks on the wings glowed strangely.

These sounds and lights impacted Fang Zuo's weakened soul.

Fang Zuo's body couldn't help but sway.

"You must be so weak in mind and spirit, yet you still dare to come here. Hahaha, I didn't expect that there is still a monk of such a high level as you for me to devour." The goddess Izanami shook her huge and clumsy head, and her thousands of compound eyes kept turning, which was extremely disgusting.

Long mouthparts extended from the six pairs of jaws in the mouth, and green liquid flowed out.

Six claws covered with dense barbs stretched out rapidly and pounced over to grab Fang Zuo.

(End of this chapter)