Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 368 Fang Zuo's foundation for enlightenment, Taoist Master Zhang recognizes his aunt
Fang Zuo stood on a small hill with a calm expression, looking into the distance.

Countless soldiers were fighting below.

The shouts were thunderous and the war drums were breaking the clouds.

The rain of arrows blocked out the sun, the cavalry broke through the formation, and the armor collided like a tide.

The place of confrontation was filled with blood mist.

Corpses filled the ravines and severed limbs hung as flags.

Rivers of blood seeped into the cracked and scorched earth.

In terms of tactics and clothing, it is no different from ancient China.

This seems like a place exactly like Earth.

It's just that times are different.

Someone came over stealthily, patted Fang Zuo on the shoulder and shouted:

"Big Brother!!"

Fang Zuo turned around.

The guy himself had discovered him a long time ago.

He has been hiding on the hill next to him.

Shrinking and hiding.

Very vigilant.

It wasn't until he discovered me that he ran over.

Fang Zuo looked at this guy.

He is young and has a childish look on his face.

It looks like a high school or college student.

Wearing a black sportswear and carrying a KFC takeout bag.

He is dressed in modern clothes.

It forms an extremely strong contrast with the two armies in ancient costumes fighting in the distance.

"Brother, we're one of us! Did you travel through time? Or were you reborn?" This guy patted Fang Zuo's shoulder and asked in a low voice, pulling Fang Zuo back:
"There are too many stray arrows here. Let's move back a bit. Safety is the most important thing. Don't let us get here and die unexpectedly."

Fang Zuo remained silent.

Let him hold it.

A strong wind blew, and yellow dust flew up.

The guy patted the dust off the KFC takeout bag with a distressed look.

Seeing Fang Zuo frowning in silence, he continued:

"Brother, why don't you say anything? We are the same. You are wearing a suit. Don't tell me you are not a time traveler."

Seeing Fang Zuo still didn't speak, he asked doubtfully:

"Aren't you Chinese? Are you a Japanese? Or a Korean?"

"Palace Yuye Liquor?"

"Kong Ni Jiwa?"

"Oppa?"

"Fuck, is he mute?" He called out several times, and when he saw Fang Zuo still didn't say anything, he felt a little discouraged:

"I don't know if you can understand my simplified Chinese characters."

He picked up a branch from the ground and prepared to write something on the ground for Fang Zuo to see.

"Where are you from, and where is this?"

Suddenly a voice came from above his head, which made him overjoyed.

"You're not mute, no, brother, I don't mean to scold you." The guy quickly stood up.

Seeing Fang Zuo staring at the KFC bag in his hand, he opened it generously.

Then he carefully took out a box of egg tarts and handed one to Fang Zuo: "Brother, don't blame me for being stingy. These are the only egg tarts I have left after traveling through time. I do have a cart of sexy lingerie, though. If you want, I can give you some."

Fang Zuo didn't hesitate to take it and ate it in two bites.

It turned out to be KFC’s egg tart.

The taste is not fake at all.

This made Fang Zuo even more interested in this place.

"How did you get here?" Fang Zuo asked.

"I don't know, brother. Isn't today a crazy Thursday? I went to KFC to buy some egg tarts and hamburgers for my roommates. Suddenly, a truck hit us, and the next second I was here." The guy saw Fang Zuo eat the egg tart in two bites, felt a little distressed, and added:

"That truck is full of sexy lingerie, both black and white. Do you want some, big brother? If you do, come with me to get some. They'll be great as bandages. It's so chaotic here."

"Brother, you must be hungry after traveling through time."

As this guy was speaking, he saw Fang Zuo still looking at the KFC bag. Although he was a little reluctant, he generously took out another one and handed it to Fang Zuo.

"Where is this?" Fang Zuo waved his hand.

"I don't know, but looking at the teams fighting below, it should be the Three Kingdoms era. Aren't those the Yellow Turban Army and the Han Army?" Seeing that Fang Zuo didn't eat it, the guy quickly put the egg tart away.

"Oh? How did you know?" Fang Zuo asked, glancing at the battlefield.

"Most of the Eastern Han army's battle flags had a crimson background with the Chinese character 'Han' embroidered on them. Look at that flag, it has the word 'Huangfu' written in black, with tiger and star patterns. It must be the famous Eastern Han general Huangfu Song."

"The opposing army wore yellow turbans wrapped around their heads, and yellow cloth strips wrapped around their coarse linen jackets. Their battle flags were khaki linen, depicting the Big Dipper and the character 'Zhang'."

"It's either Zhang Jue or Zhang Bao."

"You are well-versed in history." Fang Zuo nodded.

"Not bad." The guy nodded. "I've loved reading since I was a kid, and it's delayed my studies. How did you get here, big brother?"

"Me? I flew here." Fang Zuo said lightly.

"Flying? Plane?"

“No, it just flew here.”

After hearing this, the guy nodded with a pitiful look on his face.

This big brother must have gone a little crazy.

At this moment, he heard Fang Zuo speak again.

"Okay, eat your egg tart and I'll give you something."

"What? Big Brother?"

"Experience it yourself." Fang Zuo gently waved his hand: "Goodbye."

As he spoke, his body instantly flew into the air.

The guy only felt a heat filling his whole body. When he looked up again, the big brother had disappeared.

"Fuck, did it really fly here?"

"Am I dreaming?"

At this moment, Fang Zuo had already flown high into the sky.

Look at this world.

Not the shape of domestic land.

Although what that guy said makes sense, it was the Three Kingdoms period.

But at a glance, the terrain is very different from that in China.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and concentrated.

He said lightly: "Fellow Daoist, why don't you come out to see me? Then don't blame me for being rude."

As he spoke, the Nascent Soul in his body opened its eyes angrily.

The energy waves around his body exploded into a thousand-foot-long golden light.

A hundred-foot-tall shadow of Dharma slowly emerged above his head.

In an instant, the strong wind around him blew back.

The thousands of miles of mountains beneath my feet collapsed like paper.

The rivers are hanging upside down and roaring as they fall into the abyss.

Dark clouds covered the sun, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Even the sun and the moon seemed like two candle flames, flickering and about to shatter in Fang Zuo's aura.

The two armies fighting on the ground and that guy were so scared that they lay on the ground motionless.

"Haha, fellow Taoist, there's no need to be like this. I'm just about to meet you." A friendly chuckle sounded in Fang Zuo's ear.

In an instant, he was wrapped in a force and appeared in a cave.

A very simple cave.

Two futons.

A chessboard on a stone table and an incense burner emitting green smoke.

It is surrounded by stone walls.

Nothing more.

A white-haired old man in a white robe was sitting on a cushion.

Holding a whisk and stroking his white beard.

Full of kindness.

"If you stay a little longer, this little world will be torn to pieces," said the old man with a smile.

"Fellow Daoist, are you a Yang God?" Fang Zuo felt apprehensive as he looked at the old man in front of him.

This was the first time since he became enlightened.

The old man in front of him was definitely a whole realm above him.

It just looks dead.

Life is not long.

I'm afraid he will die soon.

"Shame on you, shame on you!! I'm just a Dao Xiao Guo San." The old man said with a smile, "I'm Bi Wu San Dao, and I'm honored to meet you!"

"Thank you for your courtesy, fellow Taoist," Fang Zuo bowed.

"I am the one who has exhausted all my knowledge. I am honored to meet you, my fellow Daoist." Bi Wu Sanren also bowed and said, "Please take a seat, my fellow Daoist!"

Fang looked around the cave.

The spiritual energy was still weak, and the cave was about to disappear.

Just like this Biwu Sanren.

But there is an inexplicable force maintaining it.

He took a few steps forward and sat on another cushion.

Sitting face to face with this Biwu Sanren.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any tea or fruit to treat you right now. I know you've only recently achieved enlightenment, and the world has changed dramatically. I'm sure you have many questions for me. Feel free to ask." Biwu Sanren said with a smile:

"When I am at the end of my Dao, I am very excited and relieved to meet a younger generation who holds the last chance to succeed the Dao."

"I wonder when you achieved enlightenment?" Fang Zuo did have a lot of questions in his mind, and he asked them directly without any hesitation.

Bi Wu San Ren sighed softly, his eyes flickering. “When I first experienced the Bingchen calamity in Tianshu, I swallowed the Nine Deaths Resurrection Grass in Zhongnan Mountain and stole a trace of my Dao foundation.”

"Later, the ancestor of our generation of scattered immortals, Master Zhenyuan, began to lecture on the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. I was fortunate enough to kneel beneath the alchemy platform and listen to his teachings for a thousand years."

"I have also personally witnessed the ginseng fruit tree sprouting new buds to transcend tribulation, and the immortal fruit falling to the ground emitting a burst of Yimu green light."

"I have personally witnessed the purple phoenix bathing in fire, igniting the jade steps of Kunlun, and the nectar surging in the air over the Yaochi Lake during the grand event."

"After that, he endured thirty-six thunder tribulations and seventy-two ground fires before he finally achieved the status of an Earthly Immortal."

"At that time, the purple aura from the Five-Zhuang Monastery traveled 30,000 miles eastward, and it still circulates in our spiritual altars today. Sadly, not much remains."

"The year of the disaster of Bingchen in Tianshu calendar," Fang Zuo repeated with a frown.

This calendar is not recorded in Taoist scriptures.

I have never seen it in Buddhist scriptures.

I think it was in ancient times.

As for the Nine-Lives-Resurrection Grass, there have been records of it.

In ancient times, there were countless spiritual creatures in heaven and earth.

This is one of the spiritual creatures of heaven and earth.

After reaching the Nascent Soul stage and becoming an Earthly Immortal, one must obtain these spiritual objects.

Just pick up one and eat it, and you’ll have a chance of becoming an immortal.

Not like now
"This is the Heavenly Court calendar. It's normal for you to not know it." Bi Wu San Ren explained with a smile:
"I was just lucky enough to live during the heyday of spiritual energy, a mayfly under the heaven! At that time, there were countless Yang Gods in the world, so they were not worth mentioning. I can't compare to my fellow Daoist who was still able to achieve enlightenment in the Nascent Soul stage during the Dharma Ending Age."

"You're too modest, fellow Daoist," Fang Zuo shook his head. "Becoming an Earth Immortal, and even becoming a disciple of the founder of Earth Immortals, is no mere fluke."

"Haha, fellow Daoist, you haven't seen the grand spectacle of that time." Biwu Sanren waved his whisk and said, "I'm not being modest."

"At that time, within the Three Realms, there were as many Yang Gods as the grains of sand in the Ganges River, celestial immortals and earthly immortals were like stars filling the sky, and the gods and ghosts were like hills and tombs connected to the sky!"

"The Yaochi Banquet hasn't ended yet, the Tushita Palace is open again, and the clouds are crowding down the scattered immortals from three thousand miles away!"

"Just as the judge put down his pen, Meng Po's soup is already boiling, and the ghosts and immortals in Fengdu City are praying for immortality!"

"In the Southern Continent, incense burns everywhere, and all the mountain spirits and wild monsters claim to be immortals!"

"Even if a single fallen leaf from the Peach Garden were to fall into the mortal world, eight hundred grass-headed gods would fight for it!"

When Fang Zuo heard this, he couldn't help but feel a longing look in his heart.

This is absolutely not comparable to the messy gods of the Japanese island nation. Such a grand occasion, such a grand occasion!
As a monk.

Hear this.

It makes people feel relaxed and happy, and yearn for it!
But the long sigh of Biwu Sanren interrupted Fang Zuo's thoughts.

"Alas, perhaps that's how it is. We've divided up all the spiritual energy!" Bi Wu San Ren sighed, "We've angered the Heavenly Dao, and the spiritual energy is starting to fade."

"Fellow Daoist, I have a question." Fang Zuo asked, "I heard that our Taoist Three Pure Ones and Buddhist sects have all gone far away to seek new opportunities, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky and the heavens have also followed them."

"Why didn't you go?"

"It's not just the gods and Buddhas and the Heavenly Palace! Not long after the Three Pure Ones of Taoism and the Buddhas of Mount Lingshan left, they sent back a message to the Three Realms: a place of new opportunity has been found!" A flash of memory crossed Biwu Sanren's brows.

"But it also states that there are vast spiritual resources there, and even more disasters! Many local powerful people are very hostile to us, and fighting is inevitable! Anyone who is at the same level as the Yang God can go there.

"At that time, spiritual energy was gradually fading. Whether it was the gods in the heavens or the demon saints on earth, they all hid in their caves and dared not move, fearing that their spiritual energy would be depleted and unable to be replenished."

"Hearing of the arrival of a new land of opportunity, the three realms were excited. Whether it was gods or demons, they all relocated their families."

"Of course. Among them are immortals like me, who have a short lifespan and are unwilling to leave their homeland. But there is another reason..."

Bi Wu San Ren looked at Fang Zuo and shook his head. He paused and said self-deprecatingly:

"I'm not afraid of you making fun of me, fellow Taoist. As a Taoist, you must know that whether it's gods or demons, even if they are at the same level, there are differences between them, and they are divided into [fighting] and [peace]."

"We are both Yang Gods. In the eyes of those Douxian, I, a [Hexian] who has stolen a little bit of Dao foundation, am no different from a chicken or a dog, not to mention those demon saints who are born to be good at fighting."

"I am not good at fighting. Even if I go to that place of new opportunities, I will not be able to fight. I am a person who has stolen the foundation of Taoism. Rather than dying there, I would rather stay in my hometown to live out my days."

"So that's how it is." Fang Zuo nodded in understanding.

There are differences between people, and naturally there are differences between immortals.

This is true.

Although I am one realm lower than the opponent's Yang Shen, but if a real fight breaks out, I have enough ruthlessness and I am confident that I can kill him at the cost of hurting myself!
Thinking of this, Fang Zuo remembered another thing and frowned, "Could you tell me about that great battle between heaven and earth?"

"I don't really understand that either." Biwu Sanren shook his head. "At that time, I only know that the Three Realms suddenly underwent a major upheaval. Many of the remaining earthly immortals and great demons, who, like me, were not good at fighting, perished one after another."

"At that time, everyone was so frightened that they felt insecure and closed themselves off in their caves. They set up a large formation and ignored external events."

"All I know is that not long after, there was a strange sound from heaven and earth. Except for the Southern Continent and part of the Western Continent, the other two continents and three thousand smaller continents were shattered."

"When the world becomes stable again, the spiritual energy will be even weaker, and we will not dare to leave the cave. So I don't know what happened."

Although he didn't get the information he wanted, Fang Zuo still bowed his head in gratitude after listening and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist. I have another question I want to ask you."

"There's no need to thank me, fellow Daoist. I'm incredibly happy to meet you at the end of my life. I know what you want to ask." Bi Wu San Ren said with a smile:

"Fellow Daoist, you want to ask what has allowed this poor Daoist to survive until now, right?"

Without waiting for Fang Zuo to speak, Bi Wu San Ren grabbed his hand in the air and handed it to Fang Zuo: "Daoyou, please carefully comprehend it."

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and felt the power in his hands.

It was exactly the same power that had just enveloped him in that small world.

With the breath of that small world.

"What is this?" Fang Zuo opened his eyes after careful consideration.

"The great power of heaven and earth." Biwu Sanren said solemnly.

"So that small world just now was opened up by fellow Daoist?" Fang Zuo was somewhat in awe.

As a monk.

From the first day of Qi Refining.

I have an infinite yearning for this kind of earth-shattering method.

"Yes and no." Biwu Sanren said with a smile.

"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?" Fang Zuo asked.

"This world is like this vast land." Bi Wu San Ren flicked his whisk and said, "This void is like the floating sand and dirt on the earth, and we are like ants on the ground."

"When the spiritual energy is dense, the sand becomes loose and the soil becomes loose. Above the Yang God, any place you drill into is a small world."

"So what's the point of talking about opening up a small world? Everything in this small world is a reflection of the main world, just like an ant hole. No matter how deep you dig, the laws of the main world still apply. We are just benefiting from it."

"Now, the spiritual energy is weak, just like the sand is dense and the soil is solid. These small worlds are also gradually shrinking."

"The power you're asking about is a trace of Heavenly Dao power that overflows from this world, maintaining the operation of this small world."

Bi Wu San Ren's face showed a serious expression: "After you ascend to the Yang God level, fellow Daoist, you must carefully experience the great power of heaven and earth. Perhaps you can make further progress. Who knows."

Fang Zuo nodded to show that he understood, but suddenly another question occurred to him: "What about the souls in those small worlds? Did you capture them as well?"

"No." Bi Wu San Ren shook his head and said with a smile: "Daoyou, please wait a moment, please see..."

After saying that, he flicked his whisk.

And this is the standard world at this time.

In a luxury apartment in Tokyo Bay.

He Zhi Cai had a cold face.

Protect the three cat sisters behind you.

Her demonic aura permeated her body like boiling ink, enveloping the entire building in her own space.

Four three-meter-long white tails and an illusory fifth tail shadow danced wildly behind him.

A huge white fox appeared above his head.

The fox demon's head stared at Zhang Yingxian opposite as if looking down at all living beings.

The scarlet eyes flashed with murderous light, the bloody mouth was full of fangs, and every breath tore spider-web-like scarlet cracks in the void.

"Oh, it's almost five." Zhang Yingxian picked his nose, a little surprised: "Then I will not let you go."

"I'll take you back to Qingqiu. Those old foxes will definitely thank me!"

"Since you don't listen to my advice, then you can't blame me, the Taoist priest."

Zhang Yingxian said this while shaking the bell.

He continued to pick his nose and said nonchalantly: "When yin and yang intersect, all ghosts will flee. Three souls hang on the bell, and seven spirits knock on the Jade Capital! Capture!"

Then the bell rang.

An unparalleled force radiated out like a lake, centered around Zhang Yingxian.

But this invincible bell sound only slightly touched He Zhicai.

Then I saw the red rope in her hand light up.

Instantly offset.

"Holy crap, what are these? They're so impressive!" Zhang Yingxian looked at the red rope on He Zhicai's hand with envy. "This Five Elements power is so powerful. How did you get such a Taoist magic weapon?"

"Where did you pick this up from? Why the hell don't I have this fate?"

Zhang Yingxian looked at the bell in his hand with a sad face: "I broke my head trying to borrow these two magic weapons, why do you think you have them?"

"Eh?" He suddenly thought of something, and an excited look appeared on his face: "If I take you in, this thing will be mine, right?"

Zhang Yingxian suddenly thought of the key and smiled happily.

He slowly drew out his peach wood sword, his expression becoming serious again as he shouted, "Unsheathe the thunder and fire, destroy the monsters, purge the evil spirits, and kill them!"

As he spoke, he made a sword gesture.

The peach wood sword in his hand was instantly covered with lightning and fire.

Drive away all the evil spirits around you.

He whistled and stabbed towards He Zhicai and the others.

Before the Thunder Fire Peach Wood Sword got close, the spiritual pressure on it pressed the old man to the ground, unable to move.

The two cat-girl sisters huddled behind Kawaya Ayaka, blocking everything from her.

He Zhi Cai's face was tense, knowing that her methods were useless against such an enemy.

She took out the small black banner that Fang Zuo had given her and unfolded it in the air.

The black flag shook violently, and the surging black mist condensed into a three-meter-high curtain wall.

The peach wood sword wrapped in golden light pierced into it, like a red-hot iron rod inserted into an ice pond.

The sword could not penetrate any deeper after three inches, and green smoke rose up.

River Color cried out softly.

The banner shook again, and countless evil spirits flew out.

Like a hungry ghost, he surrounded the peach wood sword and started gnawing on it.

You take a bite and I take a bite.

In an instant, all the thunder and fire on the peach wood sword were devoured.

Reveal the original wood color.

"What is this?" Zhang Yingxian's eyes widened so much that he almost fell to the ground. He quickly made a sword gesture: "Return to the sheath!"

The peach wood sword flashed and turned into a wood-colored sword light and flew back.

When he reappeared, he was already on Zhang Yingxian's back.

"This is... This is the evil-suppressing banner of our Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion - the [Earth Evil Swallowing Yuan Banner]." Zhang Yingxian said tremblingly, his face pale and his chin hung low in shock.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands in disbelief and took a look.

Then he rubbed it again.

There was a ‘pop’ sound.

He slapped himself and looked over again.

Just see this.

The head of the banner: Inlaid with the rubbing of the jade seal of the Successor Han Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, and engraved with the five characters "Yangping Zhidu Gong".

The banner is made of black silk with patterns of Danxia color, which corresponds to the direction of the Longhu Mountain's earth veins. The Big Dipper is embroidered with gold thread, and the stars are decorated with seven "Shangqing Jade Talismans" given by Maoshan Sect.

I will never admit my mistake even if you kill me.

"Fuck your mother, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell!!! It really is our Longhu Mountain's treasure, the [Earth Demon Swallowing Yuan Banner]." Zhang Yingxian's face changed dozens of expressions in an instant.

In the end, he revealed a somewhat flattering, even fawning smile.

He gave a smile that surprised the cat-girl sisters and the old man, and he thought it was a friendly smile.

"Excuse me, young lady, how did our missing Longhu Mountain treasure end up in your hands?"

He Zhi Cai'e still had a cold face and didn't say a word.

Then wave the small flag again.

Countless evil spirits rushed out from the small banners, roaring and swallowing Zhang Yingxian.

Zhang Yingxian's figure flashed in an instant, jumping up and down.

While dodging the evil spirits, he released golden light and pushed them away.

He kept saying, "Miss, beautiful lady, stop hitting me. Listen to me. Stop hitting me. Listen to me."

"I was wrong, please stop hitting me, sister. Big sister, dear sister!"

"Aunt, you are my aunt. You are my dear aunt. Please let me say something."

“Just one sentence.”

As he spoke, he took out the demon pill and threw it at her desperately: "Should I apologize? Auntie, I apologize. Let me say something. Okay? These are all for you!"

He Zhicai was waving a small flag. Although these evil spirits chased him up and down, they seemed unable to do anything to him.

Seeing that he really wanted to stop fighting, he slowly stopped.

Still vigilant and guarding against each other.

The cat sisters secretly poked their heads out and quickly picked up the pile of demon pills on the ground.

"I really lost a lot on this trip." Zhang Yingxian walked forward with a wry smile.

Seeing He Zhicai warily about to wave the [Earth Demon Swallowing Yuan Banner] again, he quickly raised his hand and stepped back a few steps: "Auntie, I won't go over. I just want to know where you got this thing."

Only he knows.

This banner was refined by Zhang Jixian, the 108th generation Heavenly Master, during the Zhenghe period of the Northern Song Dynasty. At that time, the Ganpo earth veins were shaking, and the Danxia Mountain was cracked, revealing evil spirits.

Zhang Tianshi used the ancient wood from the hanging coffins on Mount Longhu as the flagpole, peeled cinnabar from the thousand-year-old cliffs to dye the flag surface, and wrote the "Zhengyi Mengwei Jinglu" with Tianshi's blood mixed with lightning-struck jujube charcoal.

He also melted the bronze chains from the demon-suppressing well to cast 108 "Earthly Evil Coins" and attached them to the end of the banner.

I was also gifted seven "Shangqing Jade Talismans" by the Maoshan Sect.

After being blessed by nine generations of Heavenly Masters, it finally became a powerful weapon to suppress the evil spirits in the earth veins.

During the turmoil of modern times, it disappeared for no apparent reason.

But he knew better.

This banner is not something that just anyone can pick up.

It doesn't mean that the woman in front of him can just pick up the treasure from Longhu Mountain and use it at will.

With her realm.

I'm afraid that if I touch it lightly, it will be devoured by countless evil spirits.

What's more, she is a fox demon.

There must be other powerful people who helped her refine and use it.

He must also be someone who has a close relationship with Taoism.

Otherwise it is a treasure of Taoism.

You can't let a fox demon use it so easily.

"Why should I tell you?" He Zhicai said with a sneer.

"Auntie, auntie, my dear auntie, I was wrong. I didn't recognize Mount Tai. Please forgive me." Zhang Yingxian smiled bitterly, a look of reluctance on her face. She gritted her teeth, took out the bag at her waist, and poured out a bunch of demon pills:
"Give it all to my dear aunt to make amends, is that all right? I really lost a lot on this trip. I gave you all my money, my dear aunt."

(End of this chapter)