Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Chapter 231 The Power to Ignite the World

Faith is a power.

Buddhist followers frantically imitated events such as the Buddha lighting lamps and cutting flesh to feed eagles.

When someone devoutly sets their fingers on fire, cuts off pieces of their own flesh as offerings, and imitates the deeds of the Buddha, they endure pain and physical torture that is unbearable for ordinary people.

Instead, their faces only radiate satisfaction and happiness.

Even in the homes of the poorest people, when they are starving and barely able to make ends meet, devout believers will offer the last of their food—the food that will save them or their children—before the Buddha statue.

Human fanaticism is a terrifying force that drives people to the brink of madness, a force that can make them risk their lives. This is the power of faith.

For thousands of years, the Tantric Buddhism has enjoyed the devout and fervent faith and offerings from these fanatical followers.

The power of faith gathered by countless believers is intertwined with this mountain, establishing Mount Koya and the status of the Shingon sect in Japanese Buddhism.

Now, this enormous image of the Myō-ō (myō-ō) has dispersed the clouds surrounding Mount Kōya, and the rolling, indigo clouds can be seen from afar.

Ordinary people living around Mount Koya also flocked to see this spectacular sight. Even though they couldn't see the image of the Myōō (myō-ō) behind the clouds, they couldn't help but feel awe.

How could the believers not be excited when such a spectacular sight rose above Mount Koya, which is deeply revered by the faithful?

"Those who follow heretical paths and slander the Buddha's teachings shall be executed!"

It seemed to be the words of Kukai, or perhaps the mantra of Sanskrit spoken from the mouth of the enormous Vajra King in the sky. The Vajra Wisdom Sword cleaved through the sky and struck directly down at the Buddha statue on the ground.

Although he didn't know what the purpose of the shrine's sending this thing was, it was definitely not a good thing. Out of vigilance towards the shrine, Kukai immediately used his greatest reliance.

No matter how strange or unusual the piece of scrap metal is, or how ordinary the piece of rotten wood is, it can be easily chopped open.

The Vajra Wisdom Sword in the hands of Acala can easily cut through mountains and rivers, and even the ethereal afflictions and emotional ties can be severed with a single strike of the Wisdom Sword!

Just as he expected, the Vajra Wisdom Sword easily sliced ​​through the skin of the strange Buddha statue, cutting him completely in two.

The wooden carving, now cut in two, formed a mudra with its separated hands, just like Kukai's, but it was different from Kukai's Treasure Mountain Mudra.

Even when separated, with Kukai's insight, he could see that the wooden carving was meant to form the Flame Seal, the ninth of the Fundamental Seals of Acala.

At the same time, a chilling yet all-too-familiar phrase came out of the wooden carving's mouth.

"The Samadhi of Constant Fire Burns Away Internal and External Obstacles, Destroying All Demonic Armies and Enemies."

Before he could even ponder why he had suddenly said those words, the wooden carving, which had been cut in two by the Vajra Wisdom Sword, began to glow.

After the originally stable atomic structure was destroyed by the Vajra Wisdom Sword, it quickly produced a massive nuclear fission reaction as originally designed, generating intense energy in an instant.

This energy then ignites the nuclei inside lighter atoms, producing a violent thermonuclear reaction.

This was the key that opened the gates of hell, humanity's first step towards self-destruction, obtained from the "Trinity Test," which had glimpsed the wisdom of God.

The power that comes from here.

Its name is nuclear fusion, and from its inception, it was suspected of possessing the terrifying power to completely ignite the planet's atmosphere.

The explosion was deafening—no, at the moment of ignition, under the intense heat and pressure, no sound could be heard; the matter was instantly twisted and melted.

The clouds were set ablaze, and even the fierce and menacing image of the wrathful deity paled in comparison to the blazing light.

Mount Koya, Okunoin, the monks, the Buddha in his physical body, the image of the Myōō (myōō) deity, all turned into ashes burned to nothing.

Under the bright daylight, as the new sun rises, its dazzling light can easily blind people within a radius of nearly a hundred kilometers.

Seconds later, the high temperature and pressure generated an air wave that, along with the heat, destroyed everything in its path.

Far from the killing range, Iizuna and Kishimo watched the scene before them with lingering fear.

Hariti recalled a passage from her homeland, India, found in the Mahabharata Sutra.

"The sky was filled with wondrous light, like the might of the Holy Spirit; only a thousand suns could rival its brilliance."

It was a radiance comparable to a thousand suns, a calamity sword bringing heavenly fire, and the supreme wisdom of the Great Sun Tathagata.

Iizuna sat there, his pen never stopping, trying to record the scene before him in some words.

This is going to be difficult," she thought to herself as she wrote.

Those mortals who cannot fathom the secrets behind this are likely to cause a huge uproar.

This is another event that has put the country in the spotlight, following the eruption of Mount Fuji.

Such a situation is not something that can be concealed. Anyone in the world with internet access will know tomorrow about the suspected nuclear explosion at Mount Koya in Yingzhou.

The ensuing speculation and conjecture—is it war? Or an experiment? International accountability and turmoil are entirely foreseeable.

This is no longer the backward era of 1908, nor the sparsely populated Siberian plain.

But here another massive explosion occurred, no less devastating than the Tunguska event, completely leveling all eight peaks and the entire mountain range of Mount Koya.

The rising fireball illuminated the entire sky, and everyone immediately began to think of the event as a nuclear explosion.

But why should she be bothered by such a problem?

After scribbling and revising on the paper, Iizuna Maru, who was finally barely satisfied with the content, put away his paper and pen, only to see Kishimo still standing there, stunned.

"What? You're planning to go and collect their corpses? No way, right? They probably vaporized like water in an instant, didn't they?"

Iizuna Maru made a small joke, thinking it would make the other party quickly realize reality, but he saw that Kishimo remained unmoved, and even seemed to be kneeling down.

Following the other person's dazed gaze, Iizuna Maru also saw something that made her feel a little flustered.

The wooden carving, which had been cut in two by the Vajra Wisdom Sword and treated as a disposable bomb by the two, now reappeared in front of the Demon Mother.

His face remained neither kind nor angry, and the halo behind him was just as bright as the light that had just shone.

So this thing can be reused?

So, does the shrine mean that not only once, but also to urge Kishimo to take this thing and quickly go to the next house?

Now, thinking back to what the shrine had said about the Buddhist sect bowing down, Iizuna Maru felt a bit scared.

This is hardly a gesture of submission; if they don't surrender immediately, they will burn the entire mountain gate and everyone in the sect to the ground.

If even an outsider like Iizuna Maru was like this, then Kishimo could no longer control her fear and astonishment. She knelt before him and began to praise the ridiculous Buddhist chants composed by the shrine.

Chapter 232 A Different Kind of Compassion

The mysterious explosion at Mount Koya quickly became a trending topic.

There's no way to hide or suppress this; it's something that can't be covered up or suppressed no matter what.

The mushroom cloud and smoke from the explosion were clearly visible, breaking through the cloud layer, and the explosion could be easily captured by satellites in space.

Not to mention the clearly visible explosion crater on the original site of Mount Koya, which turned the entire area around Mount Koya into ruins.

If this is indeed a nuclear bomb, its power is unimaginable, hundreds of times greater than that of the little boy from back then.

Fortunately, its power has not yet affected the foundation of Yingzhou. Although it completely destroyed Mount Koya within its kill radius, the power of the shockwave was restrained by an invisible hand.

Moreover, the ruins after the explosion were extremely clean, with no residual radiation or anything like that.

This, in turn, reignited the online discussion surrounding the matter.

Speculation about the incident has been rampant, with theories ranging from nuclear bomb test, military experiment, to meteorite impact.

As for the Shingon sect, which was completely wiped out in this disaster, and Mount Koya, we can only mention and remember them when people are discussing this matter.

While the outside world was buzzing with discussion about this matter, the person who started it had just woken up from a rare sleep.

Surrounded by the fragrance of flowers and grass, lying on the body of the Four Seasons felt like lying on a fresh grassland, allowing the shrine to enjoy a peaceful sleep.

"Haha, thank you for being my pillow."

Yawning, Jingu sat up. Shiki behind her remained silent, smoothing out her disheveled skirt.

Pushing open the door, one finds the courtyard unusually filled with the shrine's young girls, none of them holed up in their rooms or out in public.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Seeing the girls staring at him, Jingu was a little confused. Did he have something on his face?

After confirming that there was no curly hair on her face, Jingu was even more puzzled.

"Nothing's wrong. Did Lord Jingu sleep well?"

Suga Ai stepped forward and took Jingu's arm, leading her towards the main hall. Taking advantage of the opportunity while Jingu was being led away, the others quickly rushed into the room.

Inside the room, Shiki, who had just gotten up from the bed and was tidying her clothes, looked at the group of people who rushed into the room with a puzzled expression.

The room only smelled of flowers and plants, not the decadent smell they had imagined, but Siji was indeed tidying up her clothes.

"What were you two doing in the house just now?"

Kaguya asked the question directly, without any attempt to hide anything.

"What?"

Although Shiki appeared somewhat timid in front of the shrine, her attitude towards the other members of the shrine remained as eccentric as ever.

I glanced at them, but after thinking about it, there was no need to hide it from them.

"Of course he's sleeping! Why are you all so excited?"

As Jingu lay on top of her, Shiki felt that her description was correct.

Suddenly, the girls cheered up, their worries vanished instantly, and they even clapped their hands together in joy.

"Yay! He's finally back to normal!"

Siji, wondering what these people were laughing about, tilted his head in confusion.

Kidnapped by the little witch

They went to the shrine from the main hall, but saw people who shouldn't have been there.

"Huh? Why are you back so soon? Did I sleep for that long?"

Looking at the Kishimo kneeling before the shrine and the wooden carvings on the shrine, the shrine was somewhat puzzled.

By any measure, thirteen sects and fifty-six factions shouldn't have surrendered so quickly, right? Or did they surrender very readily? That shouldn't be the case either.

Finally, she met the shrine. Kishimo was filled with complicated thoughts and didn't know where to begin. She just looked at him without saying a word.

"Tsk, Iizuna Maru, how many restaurants did you guys go to?"