Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Running behind the shrine, Iizuna-maru poked it with his pen, somewhat displeased.

"Heh, just wear your tail every day, and I'll let you know in advance about everything."

Ignoring Jingu's usual way of speaking, Iizuna looked at the wooden carving in front of him with curiosity and some surprise.

"Hmm? Acala? Didn't Buddhism refuse your request? Why are you still carving Buddha statues here?"

"Haha, just developing a little hobby."

Although it could be easily sculpted, there's a reason why the shrine chose to carve it by hand.

"Speaking of which, there's something strange about this statue of yours, isn't there?"

Iizuna Maru examined it carefully. The usual images of Fudo Myoo are fierce and menacing, holding a wisdom sword, with flames rising behind him.

The statue in the shrine was expressionless, with its hands forming a hand seal. The light behind it was not carved into the shape of flames, but rather into the shape of a halo.

Judging by proper Buddhist statue templates, this statue in the shrine is neither fish nor fowl, riddled with errors.

"It's just a unique feature."

Jingu didn't offer much explanation, but he probably realized something was missing from his work, and waved to summon the crows from the eaves.

To prevent the crow from escaping, the shrine maiden plucked a feather from its body, crumpled it in her hand, and sprinkled it on the wooden carving.

The powder adhered to the surface like some kind of mineral, and the original wood carving now subtly reflected the sunlight, giving it the texture of a golden statue.

"Okay, you're done!"

"So what exactly are you up to? You said you were going to fight the Buddhist sect, but nothing's happened these past few days. That's not like you. When are you going? Take me with you!"

Iizuna Maru expressed deep regret for missing out on many things recently.

When did I say I was going?

Jingu asked a question indifferently.

"Are those monks really planning to wait for me to visit them one by one? Don't they think I'm too idle? It's not me who's going, it's just the creature."

Jingu pointed to the newly completed wooden carving, then turned to the demon mother and said:

"Alright, as payment for bothering me for the past few days, you'll be the one to deliver this. As for which company to start with, that's up to you."

Jingu stood up and stretched. He had been quite busy these past few days, though it had been very fulfilling.

"Huh? What do you mean by this? Where's my big news?"

Iizuna Maru was a little confused. What did it mean to send a Buddha statue over?

"If you want big news, go with her. I'm going to get some sleep."

Jingu yawned and, as he returned to his room, casually scooped up Shiki, who looked puzzled, from the courtyard.

Is it for pollination?

Chapter 230: The Dharma Image of the Ming King

"Hey, has the shrine really returned to normal?"

At the entrance to the shrine, girls crouched, trying to peek inside to see what was happening.

Chiyo and Kaguya, who were just passionately fighting, punching, kicking, and pulling each other's hair, are now sticking together, close to the door.

"I don't know, there doesn't seem to be any sound?"

Tamamo-no-Mae pressed herself against the door, trying to hear if any sounds could be heard from inside.

"That doesn't make sense. Shrines are generally not that soundproof, are they?"

"Is it possible that your voice is always too loud?"

"Nonsense! It's clearly a problem with the soundproofing!"

Like someone who had stepped on a fox's tail, Tamamo-no-Mae immediately jumped up in anger.

She, Tamamo-no-Mae, is definitely not the kind of woman who can't even control her own voice!

"Don't make any noise!"

Suo ran to the window and tried to open it a crack to see what was going on inside.

It wasn't that they had a bad habit of eavesdropping, but rather that they were concerned about the health of the shrine maiden.

What if the Divine Palace suddenly experiences a spiritual ascension, seeing through the illusions of the mundane world?

This possibility cannot be ruled out. Theoretically speaking, great power can bring a broader perspective and gradually elevate one's spirit to a new level.

While they racked their brains trying to figure out whether the shrine had returned to normal and what was going on in the room.

Siji felt her mind go blank, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She thought she had been pulled in for pollination, so she did not resist and was taken away by the shrine.

So what are they doing now?

Forced to kneel on the bed with her legs spread apart, Jingu lay between her thighs, while she mechanically continued to press down on Jingu's head.

Shouldn't they be pollinating? From what she'd heard from others these past few days, it seemed like this was exactly what the Shrine loved to do.

Now she's just sitting here like a pretty face, this meaningless behavior is a complete waste of time.

As a plant, Siji doesn't have any sense of shame or morality. In her view, pollination is for the purpose of producing new offspring, which is an important and daily behavior, and there is nothing to resist.

But now, she doesn't quite understand it.

She had heard that people seek a sense of security and belonging from their partners, but she was not his partner, and could she really feel at ease?

With just a little force, Siji felt she could crush the head lying on her groin.

It is truly incomprehensible to place one's vital organs unguarded in the hands of one's own prisoner.

Seasons didn't have any intention of doing anything; she just understood humans less and less.

On Mount Koya, the entire mountain had already been cleared in advance.

In preparation for a possible attack at any time, the people of the Shingon sect have not let their guard down for the past few days.

"Master, there has been no action today."

Kukai lowered his head in deep thought. Since Kishimo sent back this message a few days ago, he had not seen the shrine maiden leave the house.

What exactly is he plotting?

Kukai wasn't particularly surprised by the Shrine's actions. They were treating the entire country like a playground, playing with its every whim.

Fang would naturally reach out and smooth it out.

He just couldn't figure out what the Divine Palace was thinking. They had previously launched a lightning attack on the Regent Family and then subdued the Samurai Family with overwhelming force. So how would they deal with the Buddhist sect now?

Should we approach it politically? Or economically? Should we influence them on worldly matters, like those at the mountains or temples?

As for going directly to their door and forcibly subduing the Buddhist community through force, that might be possible, but such behavior would be quite unwise.

Like his Mount Koya, which has a history of over a thousand years, a pure and vast faith, and the embodiment of several gods and Buddhas, its hard power is definitely not weak.

However, the Buddhist community is severely divided, and it is difficult for them to unite except for major issues.

Even this time was the same; each faction guarded its own gate and made no mention of pooling their strength to counterattack the Divine Palace.

Kukai was a little worried, but it didn't matter. If they were really powerless to resist, they would simply surrender. As long as they could preserve their sect, everything else was secondary.

As for surrendering without a fight, that would be rather ridiculous. Giving up without even trying is unacceptable.

Just as Kukai was pondering a good solution, a message came from the ordinary world, forcing him to take it seriously.

"Kishima? The attack from the Shinto shrine has already begun?"

Not daring to be careless, Kukai stood up and walked towards the entrance of Kongōbu-ji Temple.

At the mountain gate, Kishimo appeared before the disciples, holding a wooden carving made by the shrine, with Iizuna Maru holding a camera behind her.

"Kishin-no-Kami! And Iizuna Gongen? Has he arrived?"

Kukai saw neither the shrine nor anyone else, which deepened his doubts.

The mother demon shook her head, placed the wooden carving in her hand on the lamp base, and spoke softly.

"Kukai didn't come in person, but he said..."

"You only have one chance. If you want to surrender, just pay homage to this Buddha statue three times and say 'Namo Nuclear Fusion Salvation Great Bright King.' If you don't want to, then he will destroy Mount Koya."

Kukai turned his gaze to the wooden statue of Fudo Myoo, but then he frowned.

The sculptures are neither fish nor fowl; they are neither compassionate Buddha statues nor wrathful deities. It is clear that the shrine harbors a desire for humiliation and amusement.

Kukai calmed himself and began to speak:

"That's absolutely impossible. Let him show up. He's trying to intimidate people with his reputation without even showing up. That's just too much."

Just as Kukai finished speaking, a dazzling golden light reflected off the oddly shaped wooden sculpture.

Bathed in light, the wood carving gradually grew larger, its texture gleaming like it had been coated with copper lacquer, concealing its golden radiance.

Blocking out the sunlight, a giant, dark bronze Buddha appeared in the sky above Mount Koya.

Despite this formidable force, Kukai remained undaunted.

"It's just a puppet, how could it be a match for a true wrathful deity?"

Kukai formed the Fudo Myo-o root mudra with both hands and chanted the mantra, which was chanted in unison by all the disciples and novices of Mount Koya.

It should be noted that Mount Koya is the largest temple in the world dedicated to Fudo Myoo, with a history of over a thousand years. The incense and spiritual energy soar into the sky amidst the chanting of mantras.

The clouds rolled down like fire, pressing down over the entire Koyasan mountain. After churning, the red clouds turned an eerie blue, like a deep blue sea of ​​fire.

Throughout the entire Koyasan mountain, golden threads, like countless strands, gradually coalesce and take shape in the sky above the sacred stone statues and Buddhist shrines.

With bluish-black skin, fierce eyes, exhaling bluish-black breath, and baring fangs, the image of Fudo Myo-ō, naked and wielding a sword, appeared in the air.

On the ground were statues as black as lifeless objects, and in the air were the majestic and awe-inspiring images of the Bright King.

How can mortals possibly be enemies of gods and Buddhas?