Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 267: Frank Meeting

Chapter 267: Frank Meeting
Nothingness.

There is no concept of time and space here.

A huge crack appeared in the incense barrier of the Japanese divine kingdom.

Two huge white figures mobilized the vast power of incense from the kingdom of God and tried their best to repair the cracks.

An even larger white figure stood in front of the incense barrier.

Lock tightly onto the enemy in front of you.

A woman with three eyes and four arms, a crescent moon on her head, and long dark blue hair tied into horns, stood not far away and laughed loudly: "Lord of the Heavens, why resist? After the core of the plane appears, the kingdom of God is doomed to fall. It is better to merge with our 'Brahma'."

"On behalf of Vishnu and Brahma, I assure you that the three supreme gods of your Shintoism and the three supreme gods of our Hinduism are six in one, with no distinction between you and me."

"We can re-issue the doctrine and change the details. Our status will be equal. This will be better for both you and us. How about that?"

Seeing that the white figure didn't speak, he continued, "We have over 11 billion believers in this world, far more than the number of believers in your Shintoism. With the Kingdom of God and Brahma combined, our new world will surely reach a new height of evolution. It won't be as evolutionary as it is now, stuck in this world a hundred years ago."

The huge white figure remained silent.

One of the two white figures repairing the incense barrier of the Kingdom of God said disdainfully, "Shiva, that's how you talked to the remaining Buddhists in India back then, right? What happened? Now there aren't even any Buddhist temples left in India."

Another white figure said, "This can't be blamed on Hinduism. It was during the heyday of ancient Buddhism that it attempted to invade the Southern Continent and infect Taoism. As a result, all the Buddhist heavenly fruit positions were taken by Taoism, and in the end, they were left in the Southern Continent. As for what remained, it can't be considered true Buddhism."

"That's because they are different species, and we are of the same race. Of course we treat them differently." The fierce eye in Shiva's forehead flashed a fierce light. "The Divine Emperor Chan Lingzun is right. The Buddhism we swallowed is just a remnant of a side sect. Why do they have the right to stand on equal footing with us three supreme beings? You are different."

"We come from the same place, but now the believers' faith is impure, and the power of incense is decreasing. We have so many believers, and merging will benefit both you and us."

"Are you asking me to laugh at you? Shiva, don't you understand how mixed the faith of your 11 billion followers is? Greed, vanity, exaggeration, filthiness—these are the very nature of your followers. Otherwise, you would have already expanded your teachings to the entire world, and wouldn't be confined to this tiny corner of India." The white figure who spoke first said disdainfully.
"Look at how weak your authority is in India. I'm afraid that the first incense world to collapse soon will be your 'Brahma'. Don't try to deceive us here."

"Alright, alright, you're so stubborn. Aren't you afraid we might collaborate with Heaven or Eden?" Shiva's fierce eyes scrutinized the cracks in the Incense Kingdom. "If we come a few more times, your Incense Barrier won't be repaired. If they come charging at you, you'll be the ones to suffer."

"No need to say more, Shiva. Where do we come from? What is our purpose? You probably have forgotten it yourself." The huge white figure spoke:
"Shiva, look at yourself now. Do you still have any pride for your race? You have annexed the remaining Buddhist kingdoms in India and obtained their wealth, but you have discarded your own bodies and turned them into the remains of these Mingwangs and Asuras. It's simply disgusting. How can you be considered a member of our race?"

"You've become like this, and you still keep saying we're of the same race? Go ahead and contact those religions like Heaven and Eden and see if they'll treat you as one of their own."

"Even if they conquer the Kingdom of God, let's see if they will give you some of the scraps."

"Well, then, let's wait and see, Lord of the Heavens, you don't have to make fun of us." Shiva sneered, "Look at what you are like now. Is this what our tribe used to look like? There's no point in saying more. Now that we've all come here and waited this long, let's see who can ultimately carry our tribe forward."

After saying this, the entire figure slowly disappeared into nothingness.

The huge white figure sighed: "I wonder what's going on in my hometown."

The other two white figures have not yet responded.

"Father God!!!" Another golden figure rushed out from the incense barrier.

"Izanagi, why don't you stay at the defense line of Kyushu, the Kingdom of God? What are you doing running out?" the white figure shouted majestically.

"Susanoo, he's dead!!!" the golden figure said tremblingly.

"What? Izanagi, do you know what you're talking about? How did Susanoo die?" The white figure suddenly grew several times larger and shouted, "Even if those weak evil gods could injure Susanoo a little, they couldn't kill him in the Kingdom of God."

"It's not the Heretic God, Father God, but a Taoist monk. He somehow managed to cross the incense barrier and enter the kingdom of God." The golden figure knelt on the ground and said sadly, "It's the Taoist monk assassin from last time. He's back again. If you don't believe me, go to Susanoo's shrine and see for yourself. There are traces of their fight."

"Let's go." The huge white figure disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

The next moment, he stood at the ruins of Susanoo's shrine, silent.

Among the three figures who followed the "Heavenly Master," the white figure known as the Divine Emperor Chanlingzun said, "It really is that Taoist cultivator. I didn't expect him to escape and not die."

Another white figure said self-deprecatingly, "I thought they were gone and this was our world, but now a mere cultivator can kill our First God."

"That's why they left without worry." Tian Zhiyu Zhongzhu was silent for a while and said, "They have never taken us seriously. They never took us seriously before, and they still don't take us seriously now. To them, we are just ants who broke into this place. They don't even bother to attack us."

"But even if they leave here, they may not be better off than us outside." The Divine Emperor Chan Lingzun sneered and said, "Perhaps they are being devoured bit by bit right now."

"Don't worry about it. Focus on repairs. Explore the divine kingdom to see if the murderer is still here." The huge white figure was silent for a moment before speaking. "Izanagi, the newly promoted goddess given to us by the oracle, now has considerable power. I sense it. Tell her to keep a close eye on the powerful monks in this world. They could very well be the murderer."

"Yes, Father God," Izanagi responded.

A mocking and cruel look flashed across his eyes.

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Office buildings in Tokyo Bay, Japan.

In a large flat office.

He Zhicai sat on Fang Zuo's body, letting Fang Zuo rub her plump, soft and white little feet.

He casually recounted the last time he met Yua Mikami and her background.

The cat girl sat on the shoe of Fang Zuo's raised leg, hugged Fang Zuo's calf tightly and swung on it.

Laughing non-stop.

The cat girl was making tea and peeling nuts beside them, occasionally stuffing some into Fang Zuo and He Zhi Cai's mouths.

The two of them supplemented what Kawano Ayane had said and added some details that she had missed.

At this moment, Fang Zuo's cell phone rang.

Yingsora Kurumi sent a message from the woman in the photo.

Fang Zuo took a look and was stunned.

What a coincidence.

The woman in the photo is also called Yua Mikami.

He is the head of the Mikami family.

Not only does it hold a large proportion of shares in the Mitsui Group and the Sumitomo Group, it also has a small amount of shares in other Japanese groups.

In the past few years of being in charge of the Mikami family, he has made the family business flourish.

So, the two people we are looking for are actually one woman?
Fang Zuo took out a few photos and placed them in front of He Zhi Cai and the cat girl.

"It's her." The three people said in unison.

Fang Zuo frowned and looked at the woman in the photo.

Why did you travel all the way to China to buy so many immortality contracts?

The phone received another message at this time.

Sent by Fengdielian.

Everything is arranged! (Red lips emoji.) I'll be waiting for you!

Then sent an address.

now.

Inside a golf course in the suburbs of Tokyo.

"Very good, are you sure the person behind Sakura Kurumi will come?"

Ashiya Dosan asked while waving his pole.

The mood is very good.

Feng Dielian lowered her head and said, "Yes, sir. I have contacted him using the identity of Yingkong Kurumi and asked him to come here to play golf. I am afraid that person is not so easy to ambush."

"Don't worry, I will personally take action." Ashiya Dosan nodded and smiled, "And the remaining two elders of the Ashiya family have already arrived, they are not far away."

"At the same time, Omori Tadashi from Sensō-ji Temple and other Onmyoji who were expelled from Tokyo arrived one after another."

"This time, it's comparable to the five rotating members of the Spiritual Dissent Council. No one can resist this strength."

"You did a great job." Ashiya Dosan looked at Feng Dielian and said, "I will make your family and the young master live more comfortably after we return."

"Thank you, sir." Feng Dielian said dryly.

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A Lexus is driving at the foot of Mount Takao.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu once again came to the Takao family's villa.

Mei Shiraishi followed behind in a daze, wondering what her sister was doing here again?
I asked my sister, but she refused to say anything.

But Mei Shiraishi clearly felt that this time was different from the last time.

When they came that time, they went through three strict inspections.

Then the butler stood at the door to welcome the two of them in.

And this time.

No inspection at all, which represents absolute trust.

At that time, the old man in the wheelchair who was so majestic at the banquet maintained the aura of a superior and spoke eloquently in front of the people at the top of the pyramid in the banquet hall.

Most of the business leaders here cannot even make it into the Fortune 500.

There is a prime minister, a cabinet, members of parliament, and ambassadors from consulates of various countries.

And it is such an old man who controls the Mitsubishi Group.

Now he was standing at the door of the villa with a cane, hunching his old body in the cold mountain wind, waiting for Shiraishi Nagimitsu to come.

After Shiraishi Mei followed Shiraishi Nagimitsu out of the car, she looked at the old man who was shivering in the mountain wind.

I was very scared. If we had come a little later, the old man might have died here.

Died at the doorstep of his own villa.

"I'm sorry, Master Iwasaki, we were delayed for a while due to some matters." Shiraishi Nagimitsu said apologetically on her pretty face.

At the same time, Meimu rolled her eyes at Shiraishi Mei.

Mei Shiraishi felt a little aggrieved when her sister rolled her eyes at her. She pouted her lips. She didn't know that going to the toilet temporarily would cost someone's life.

He is also the famous head of the Mitsubishi Group.

"It's okay, Councillor Shiraishi, cough cough." Iwasaki Hito coughed continuously, but still smiled. "It's an honor for me to have you here. Your presence shows that the future of the Mitsubishi Group is bright, cough cough."

Bai Huizi beside her hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and looked at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with unspeakable emotions in her eyes.

jealous.

That woman, why isn't it me! !

Iwasaki Jinto sat in a wheelchair, his trembling body finally feeling better. "Member Shiraishi, please follow me. The Mitsubishi Group and the members of parliament under its control will fully support you in becoming Prime Minister."

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A corner of Shibuya, Tokyo.

Ma Feihui flashed in the night and hid in the alley.

The end of the alley.

Two police officers from the Exorcist Guard Department suddenly appeared and blocked Makihui's way.

Without saying a word, he pulled out his pistol and started firing "bang bang bang".

As early as after the failure of the first round of capture, the Tokyo Exorcist Police Department issued an order to shoot the witch indiscriminately.

No matter life or death.

Tokyo's dense network of surveillance cameras meant that even the slightest appearance of Makie would be quickly tracked down by the police. After dodging several bullets, Makie groaned miserably and covered her arm.

He raised his legs and jumped, stepping on the walls on both sides and running away.

If we delay any longer, the police support will arrive.

Ma Feihui hid in a blind corner of the park, avoiding the camera, and turned on her mobile phone.

"Ma Feihui." The doctor sat in his neat office, writing something on parchment with a quill pen in hand, frowning. "Why haven't you completed the task yet?"

"Sir," Makihui said, showing off her recent gunshot wound. "As soon as I entered Tokyo, I was targeted by the Exorcist Security Bureau. They're hunting me down. I suspect our whereabouts have been betrayed to the Japanese government."

"So, it was actually me who betrayed you." The doctor threw the quill aside, laughed, and then put his feet on the desk.

"Sir, this joke is not funny at all." Makihui said expressionlessly.

"Why don't you cooperate?" The doctor frowned. "So, who do you think betrayed us?"

"Is it the demon tribe?" Ma Feihui asked.

"Probably not." The doctor shook his head. "They couldn't have done such a thing. They have no motive. I think it's largely due to my brothers."

The doctor sighed, "They probably want to clean up all my people first before they clean up me."

"Sir, what should we do?" Ma Feihui gritted her teeth, and the gunshot wound on her hand slowly healed.

The Qi and blood in the body were used to repair the wound, and the extreme hunger became even more intense.

"The mission is temporarily suspended," the doctor said. "Take care of yourself. I'm going to talk to my brothers."

"Yes, sir." Ma Feihui turned off her phone.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis came over me.

He dodged away from his original position.

"Puff puff."

Several short, sharp spikes gleaming with black light pierced into the wall at their original locations.

Ma Feihui turned her head and saw a man in a black suit standing in the distance, looking at her with a smile.

"Ma Feihui, long time no see." The man in black spoke without opening his mouth, and there was no expression on his stiff face.

His head rotated 360 degrees strangely, with the back of his head facing Ma Feihui.

On the back of the head.

A big mouth full of sharp teeth was laughing at Ma Feihui.

"I'm here to take your life."

"It's you guys!" Ma Feihui slowly raised her right hand: "You disgusting guy, this time I will definitely stuff your hair into your disgusting big mouth."

The red light on the five nails kept flickering.

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Fang Zuo came to the golf course in Shimbashi, Tokyo.

As an old golf course in Japan, the overall decoration style is Japanese.

The reception hall is filled with various Japanese-style decorations.

It's the same as usual here, nothing unusual.

Guests came in and out, and the female coaches wore sportswear thinner than lace, showing every curve of their bodies.

Fang Zuo sneered.

In order to ambush him and avoid arousing his suspicion, these people did not care about the lives of ordinary people.

As he entered the hall, all the lights went out.

In total darkness.

A huge stage lamp covered Fang Zuo.

Then dozens of figures wearing clothes with various family emblems appeared in the shadows around them.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, sir." Ashiya Dosan came out wearing an Onmyoji robe and a Japanese mountain and river crown. "Are you here to look for Sakura Sora Kurumi?"

Ashiya Dosan smiled broadly and clapped his hands.

A stage light illuminates the other side.

Feng Dielian, wearing a kimono and a Japanese-style bun, was kneeling in the tatami-style reception room next to the hall.

She turned around and smiled at Fang Zuo.

The profile of the face is somewhat thrilling.

"We have been waiting for you for a long time, and she has been waiting for you for a long time too. You probably don't know that the Sakura Kurumi you thought of is just our ninja." Ashiya Dosan said with a smile: "Let me tell you, her name is Feng Dielian, not your Sakura Kurumi."

"To wait for you, here stand the most outstanding Onmyoji in all of Japan. I think I am worthy of your status, sir. Could you please tell me, who are you?"

Fang Zuo sighed.

The expression was somewhat helpless.

In Ashiya Michizo's eyes, this expression was a sign of giving up.

Ashiya Michisan looked somewhat arrogant. "As long as you tell me about yourself and your power, I can allow your surrender and spare your life. If I am satisfied, the Ashiya family can even give you Feng Dielian as a reward. I can make the decision."

"Look at how charming she is in her kimono. She's no less charming than your Sakura Kurumi. How about this? Just nod your head, and your life and her will belong to you again."

After saying this, all the Onmyojis took a few steps forward, making various hand gestures and locking Fang Zuo tightly.

There was a look of disdain on their faces.

Fang Zuo shook his head and said to Feng Dielian, "Are they always this boring?"

The next scene made everyone drop their jaws in shock.

Feng Dielian pulled her kimono and ran over in the jogging posture of a Japanese woman.

Her little face was as smiling as a flower, and she jumped into Fang Zuo's arms.

She hooked her arm around Fang Zuo's neck, pressed a soft kiss to his lips, and whispered in a voice that only Fang Zuo could hear, "I'm only wearing your favorite red thong and oil-colored transparent stockings."

Fang Zuo subtly put his hand towards her ankle.

As expected, it is extremely smooth and silky.

"Maple Butterfly Love!!!" Ashiya Dosan's face instantly turned red and ferocious: "What are you doing?"

"What else can we do? She's betrayed the Kyushu Ashiya family." A white-haired elder stepped forward and said, "Ashiya Dosan, is this the person you trained?"

"It doesn't matter!!!" Ashiya Dosan said in a deep voice: "He's here after all, isn't he? Kill him and this bitch together."

kill! ! !

At a command, countless Yin-Yang techniques flew towards Fang Zuo.

However, all these Yin-Yang techniques of various attributes stopped in the air, as if they were frozen and hung in the air.

Ashiya Dosan's eyes turned cold, and he took out several small Japanese drums and threw them into the air.

The small drums were connected into a circle by strange lightning and floated behind him.

【Thunder】!!!
Ashiya Michizan shouted.

A thunderbolt came down from the sky.

Ashiya Dosan was very confident about this thunderbolt.

This is the spiritual tool of the Japanese God of Thunder obtained by the Ashiya family in Kyushu.

God of Wind and God of Thunder.

The bag of the wind god was given to Omori Masaru of Sensoji Temple in exchange.

But that useless old guy is now imprisoned in the Onmyoji prison, and I'm afraid he will never be able to leave the island.

next second.

His confidence was shattered in an instant.

The thunderbolt stopped above the hall and did not move, and he and himself were imprisoned by invisible pressure.

The young man in front of me seemed to be the master of the entire space.

And these Onmyojis are just like ants that have entered this space.

"How long have you been calling this guy sir?"

"It's been many years." Feng Dielian buried her little head in Fang Zuo's arms and said with a blushing face.

"Then we can't let him off like this and let him pay for all these years before dying." Fang Zuo's eyes moved.

All of a sudden.

All the Onmyojis in the hall had expressions of fear on their faces and were scared to death.

The body just lay there in a mess.

All the frozen Onmyoji spells disappeared like air.

Only Ashiya Michizo was left, tied up in place with a deathly pale face.

Fang Zuo captured the Heavenly Soul from Ashiya Dao's three souls and seven spirits, and slapped it on Feng Dielian's little hand.

"From now on, let this guy stand guard for you, in the wind, rain, snow or snow. Let him squat at the door downstairs. If you want him to live, you can live. If he wants to die, you can't let him die."

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In a luxurious villa.

Yua Mikami was sleeping soundly.

Last night she fell asleep while processing emails on her phone and messages in work groups.

She was still wearing the pajamas she had wrapped herself in after taking a bath.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Her cell phone was lying on the bed.

The light coming in through the window woke her from her sleep.

She rubbed her eyes, sat up, climbed out of bed naturally, took off her pajamas, and prepared to take a bath.

next second.

She stood there in shock.

A man sat on the sofa in front of her.