Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"But there aren't many sects that can meet his requirements. In the entire Yingzhou, only my Shingon sect, Master Anran's Tendai sect, or Master Shinran's Jodo Shinshu sect can do it."

Even if they agree, only the three of them can fulfill this request, but the three of them are not a united front, and no one is willing to voluntarily sacrifice their own sect.

The conversation reached a stalemate, and in the end, it was Kūkai who made the final summary.

"In that case, let's refuse. At worst, we can wait until the next power transition. There's no need for us to rush things."

"Then, Guardian Deity..."

Please convey this decision.

Kukai nodded to Kishimo-no-Mae, who responded with a nonchalant nod and then vanished.

This negotiation was meaningless to her.

In Tokyo, Jingu has already returned to his shrine.

A cool breeze seeped into the night, and warm water gushed forth from the spring, regardless of day or night, spring or autumn.

Leaning against the shore of the hot spring, Jingu bit her pen and wrote something in a notebook.

Why did you suddenly decide to do this?

Tamamo-no-Mae kicked at the water, looking somewhat puzzled.

Would you believe me if I said it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision?

Jingu put down his pen for a moment and raised his head.

Indeed, this matter is meaningless. If the shrine were truly willing, it could have had the new prime minister publicly address the issue, instead of simply criticizing Buddhism.

"I believe you, but those monks definitely won't agree. What you did was just a normal rejection of their proposal."

Just as Jingu was about to say something, he sensed someone approaching.

The demon mother emerged barefoot from the shadows, bringing with her the reply from Kūkai and the others to the shrine.

"See? I knew it would happen."

Tamamo-no-Mae spread her hands, indicating that she had guessed correctly; those senior monks would not agree to such conditions.

Jingu grinned, glanced at Kishimo who had returned with the news, and said:

"You might have a slight misunderstanding. Why do I need their consent first?"

He asked a question casually, but the two of them reacted very differently.

Tamamo-no-Mae paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, nearly falling into the hot spring pool.

Kishimo was somewhat confused, but she immediately understood what the shrine meant.

“This is not a condition, but compensation. Whether they agree or not, I want to see my demands fulfilled.”

"If the Shingon sect can't do it, then the Tentai sect, the Pure Land sect, the Nichiren sect, the Ritsu sect... There are thirteen sects and fifty-six schools in the entire Yingzhou. Do you think I can't find someone willing to agree to my request?"

The meaning of the shrine is self-evident: whoever agrees to his demands will become the leader of Buddhism in Yingzhou, while those who do not will naturally face only one fate.

"This, Lord Shrine Master, your actions are undoubtedly tyrannical! Such despotism will..."

Kishimo tried to advise Jingu, but stopped halfway through her sentence because she met Jingu's gaze.

It was a look of complete indifference, a look that cast all these so-called matters to the back of his mind, a look that showed utter disregard for everything. Whether it was tyranny or caused any backlash, he simply didn't care.

"Isn't this what you said? The means are just a process, the result is what matters. Even if you resort to cruel and brutal acts, it's all for the so-called righteous law, isn't it?"

The shrine maiden refuted the argument by using Buddhist teachings that Hariti had once spoken of.

"Or are you going to refute the legitimacy of my actions?"

Jingu left the demon mother speechless with her question, then lowered his head and continued writing.

"Is the compassionate and ethereal Buddhist teaching the true Dharma? Or is it that whoever represents Buddhism is the true Dharma?"

"Answer me, Dharma Protector, what is the true Dharma in your heart?"

There is no Buddha in this world. Are the so-called Dharma protectors upholding the Buddhist principles left by the Buddha, or are they protecting the interests of Buddhism? Hariti could not answer.

"Can't answer? Then let's assume it's the latter. In that case, isn't it also in accordance with the Dharma for me to find someone to represent the Buddhist community of Yingzhou?"

Jingu stopped writing and tossed the notebook to Kishimo, leaving Kishimo somewhat puzzled.

"what is this?"

The demon mother looked at the title on the notebook and fell into confusion: "The True Scripture of Nuclear Light to Save the World from Suffering"?

"This is of course about writing a new scripture. I just wrote a rough outline, which happens to be your specialty. Take a look, revise it, and expand on it. Write a suitable scripture for me, the 'Great Ming King of Nuclear Fusion Savior'!"

The shrine's face was filled with joy, and he ordered these seemingly comical scriptures to be placed in various temples and recited by millions of monks.

Therefore, it emits immeasurable light, immeasurable heat, immeasurable radiation, fission fire, and purifies the three thousand worlds.

Chapter 226 A Visit to Hell

"Lord Jingu, it's time to eat."

Suga Ai lifted the curtain and looked at Jingu, who was biting a pen on the table.

"Huh? Is it dawn yet?"

The Demon Mother is not very useful. Although she is a guardian deity, she is actually half-illiterate due to Buddhist beliefs. She can only read Buddhist scriptures and nothing else.

Asking her to write it for him was pure wishful thinking; in the end, Jingu himself sat there slowly and leisurely brainstorming ideas.

He sat there for an entire night, a very rare occurrence for someone in the shrine to spend the whole night alone.

The little priestess placed breakfast on the table and glanced curiously at the shrine's paper, which was filled with some scriptures that she didn't quite understand.

Seeing the shrine maiden chewing on her pen with a troubled expression, the little shrine maiden couldn't help but ask:

"Why doesn't Lord Jingu give this to someone else to write? Even if Kishimo-no-Kami can't, Haru can find someone else to write it, right?"

"No, no, no, after Kishimo said she couldn't write, I realized something."

Jingu shook his head.

"Some things are only meaningful if you do them yourself; it just doesn't feel right to have someone else write them for you."

If Haruhiko Hanayama were here, she would understand that the shrine corresponds precisely to the desire for self-actualization during adolescence.

Once teenagers have exhausted their desires for power and personal status, or have lost all desire for them, they will turn to seeking recognition in other areas.

This desire for self-expression often manifests itself in a more artistic or spiritual way.

"Oh..."

Seeing that Jingu was still struggling to figure out what to write next, the little shrine maiden picked up her chopsticks and fed Jingu breakfast bit by bit.

Just as Jingu was enjoying breakfast, being fed, and realizing himself, guests arrived.

Visiting so early in the morning, before the dew has even fallen from the flowers.

"Greetings, sir. I am Yama from Hell, the chief judge of the Yama Hall, named Kagura Jōruri."

The petite girl who calls herself Kajō Ruri contrasts sharply with the tall and ugly Gozen beside her.

Is it Enma from Hell? Is it because of the incident the day before yesterday where he broke through Hell, or because Ibuki did something in Hell?

Looking at the aloof and cold-faced Enma girl in front of him, Jingu felt a little strange.

"I've come today because of the chaos in the cycle of reincarnation the other day. My subordinates told me that Lord Shrine has already captured the culprit?"

"It seems Ibuki hasn't caused any trouble yet," Jingu thought to himself.

"Of course, so that's what it was for?"

“Naturally, dangerous elements capable of disrupting the balance of reincarnation cannot be ignored by the judge of Hell.”

The girl's eyes met the shrine's gaze, but nothing could be seen in her dark eyes.

"Could I meet with him first and learn more about this incident?"

This request was no problem at all. The shrine maiden was about to instruct the little shrine maiden to fetch the flowerpots for the four seasons, but she suddenly froze.

Wait a minute, where did he put Four Seasons again?

Recall that I came back from the animal kingdom, took the flowerpots of the four seasons to find Haru Hanayama, and then... the next day I went directly from the Hanayama family to Hiroshima!

Oh no! I left Shiki at the Hanazono family's house. Could she have fully recovered by now?

Just as Jingu remembered this, he took out his phone, but before he could make a call, Hanayama Haru called.

As soon as the call connected, Hanayama Haru's panicked cries for help came through.

"Lord Jingu! That flower! No, that person! She's stood up!"

When she woke up, Hanayama Haru found that her bed had been taken over by wildly growing plants, and she felt as powerless as a girl trapped in a snake pit.

The flowers that grew from the flowerpot by the bedside have now blossomed into enormous sizes, and what was originally a human face has now transformed into a more three-dimensional and complete human shape.

The green-haired, blue-eyed girl had not yet fully emerged from the flower, but she had already opened her eyes, coldly looking at Hanayama-in Haru as if sitting on her own throne.

That look in his eyes was like that of someone eyeing food. The vines that coiled around Hanayama Haru's hands and feet resembled a gluttonous snake.

However, after hearing the voice coming from Hanayama Haru's phone, her expression changed noticeably, and the vines that were tightly wrapped around Hanayama Haru loosened.

This is the present world, you can tell it by the seasons: humans, cities, and the smell of steel.

The remaining memory is that the man, who exuded a natural scent, opened his mouth, and then came immeasurable light and heat. Without any power to fight back, his body was evaporated and vaporized.

If it weren't for Mara's demonic thoughts protecting her at the last moment, she would have perished from that attack.

And now, she heard that familiar yet somewhat frightening voice again from the weak and powerless human on the bed.

"The four seasons? If you're awake, you should be able to hear my voice, right?"

Through the phone, Jingu spoke directly with Shiki. Since this guy didn't go on a killing spree immediately after waking up, it meant that he had become more rational and had some concerns.

Shiki did not answer, but her silence confirmed the shrine's guess.

"Now that you're awake, come here obediently and let the woman in front of you lead the way. Of course, you can try to escape, but who knows how long it will take to grow back into a seed next time."

As soon as Jingu finished speaking, the phone call was disconnected, leaving only Kazanin Haru and Shiki staring at each other.

After a long silence, just as Hanayama Haru was starting to feel a bit sore in her legs, the vines retracted.