Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

No matter how ordinary she pretends to be at this moment, she is no longer the ordinary, inconspicuous Ogasawara Yoriko who stands in the crowd.

Only through the technique of cognitive concealment can she still be seen as the ordinary Ogasawara Yoriko in the eyes of her former classmates.

"Lai Zi? Have you ever heard of that name?"

Just as she was lost in thought, her classmate called her back to reality.

"Lai Zi has been spacing out a lot lately."

"after all......"

They had naturally heard about what had happened around Ogasawara Yoriko, and they all tacitly refrained from mentioning why she hadn't come to school recently.

This year seems quite surreal, with earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, natural and man-made disasters happening one after another. It's a wonder that Tokyo remains completely normal.

After a subtle moment of reflection, I returned to the topic we had been discussing.

"Gun Worship Cult? Sounds like an online organization."

This name sounds like something an ordinary young person on the internet would come up with.

"Shh, you can't say that."

One of the girls looked around and then said mysteriously.

"They are a legitimate Buddhist religion, very proper."

"Ah, you don't mean that one from a while ago, do you? Something about the Nuclear Fusion King?"

Ogasawara Yoriko didn't care about the topics the group was discussing.

Because she now knows the root of this country's operation and what it operates for.

After dealing with so many legendary demons, these kinds of strange tales on campus no longer bothered her at all.

"But the Gun Cult is still a cult, isn't it? Lately, I seem to hear a lot of news about people being arrested for making their own guns."

"Yes, yes, I heard that the former prime minister was also attacked with a gun in the street recently. How terrifying."

For these high school students, news circulating online is their best topic of conversation.

Ogasawara Yoriko casually responded with a couple of words, not paying much attention to the matter.

A day at school passed quickly. After saying goodbye to her classmates who had invited her to go to karaoke, Ogasawara Yoriko returned home.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Well, you're back."

Mrs. Ogasawara nodded blankly; she seemed like a completely different person since her father's death.

She rapidly became thin and aged, and in the past, she had been at odds with her father at home, even...

She, who could scold her father so harshly she could no longer lift his head, has now aged considerably.

Yoriko Ogasawara often wondered if it would have been better if she had stayed by her mother's side during that time.

However, regret is useless, and Ogasawara Yoriko can only try to make up for this mistake with her current maturity.

After dinner, Ogasawara Yoriko took the initiative to do the housework, but while washing the dishes in the kitchen, she heard the door close.

"Mother?"

She called out, but received no response. When she went to the entrance, she saw her mother's slippers lying casually at the door.

I glanced at the time; it was already so late. What was Mom doing out there?

A sense of foreboding rose in her heart; Ogasawara Yoriko knew all too well how many dangers lurked beneath the Tokyo night.

Without even going back inside to get the green tea, Ogasawara Yoriko hurriedly chased after her.

Fortunately, Mrs. Ogasawara hadn't gone too far. Following the scent left in the air, Yoriko Ogasawara quickly found her mother.

In the darkness of night, his mother and several other women walked and talked, seemingly without any problems.

Ogasawara Yoriko felt relieved. It seemed she had been worrying too much. As a demon slayer in the night, she had been on edge for too long recently.

After letting out a sigh of relief, just as she was about to go home, Ogasawara Yoriko suddenly turned her gaze to a man at the corner of the road.

If she wasn't mistaken, the mark under the man's clothes indicated that a pistol was tucked inside.

At that moment, he was standing at the crossroads where his mother and the others would inevitably pass.

On Ogasawara Yoriko's fingertips, her nails grew rapidly, and her pupils beneath her glasses also changed color rapidly.

Although I don't know why, I can tell from the blood and smell on the other person that he is definitely not a good person.

Yoriko Ogasawara disappeared into the shadows of the corner, running silently in the darkness where no one could see her, until she quietly arrived above the man.

If he dares to take any dangerous action, Ogasawara Yoriko's hand will rip his heart out faster than the gun hidden under his clothes.

As they slowly approached, the man remained motionless against the wall. But when the group of people who were talking turned the corner, he suddenly stood up straight and took out his hand.

"hello!"

The man greeted the group casually, while the sharp ghost claw was just a hair's breadth away from his back.

If he had pulled out a gun instead of his hand, he would be lying in a pool of blood right now.

"Ah, it's Mr. Tojo."

Several women greeted the other party one by one.

"What brings Mr. Dongcheng here today?"

Ogasawara Yoriko retreated into the shadows again, intending to observe the situation further; the current situation was even stranger.

She initially thought the man was an armed thug, but he seemed to know her mother and several other women well.

"Things have been a bit tense lately, so I've changed the location to wait for you."

The man gave an explanation, and the pistol at his waist was visible in the night breeze, but no one was afraid.

"Let's go, it's getting late, we can't keep everyone waiting."

The man glanced at his watch and led the way, and Mrs. Ogasawara and the others followed him obediently.

What exactly does my mother do at night?

Somewhat puzzled, and out of concern, Ogasawara Yoriko followed behind.

The group wandered around Tokyo under the night sky, strolling through the neon-lit alleys, and the further they went, the fewer people they saw.

They arrived at an apartment building, opened the iron gate, and entered the spacious underground parking garage.

Chapter 267 The Gun Cult

"crunch~"

The old iron gate was pulled open, revealing an abandoned underground parking garage in Tokyo, hiding a side that no one knows about.

A group of people, including Ogasawara Yoriko's mother, gathered here, their faces covered only by hoodies and their eyes exposed.

The entire underground parking garage was like a plaza, crowded with people dressed in ordinary clothes but with suspicious appearances, numbering around several hundred.

The surrounding walls are covered with strange murals, mainly depicting Buddhist Arhats and Bodhisattvas, but the vajra has been replaced with a musket and a rifle, and the silk rope has been replaced with a chain of bullets wrapped around the body.

The halo behind, representing enlightenment, is depicted as a blazing fire, with the Buddha himself integrated into the flames of the halo.

The intense colors and spray-painted texture, combined with the unique style, create a postmodern Buddhist aesthetic.

Yoriko Ogasawara followed them in. From the scene and the situation, she realized that her mother must have been involved in some kind of cult.

During the day, I was listening to my classmates talk about the absurd "Gun Worship Cult" disguised as Buddhism. But when I got home, I found out that my mother was already entangled with them.

When did my mother start getting involved in this? The Gun Worship Cult shouldn't have existed for very long, right? It should have happened after I came back.

After a moment's thought, Ogasawara Yoriko followed closely behind her mother, observing her surroundings.

Most of them are ordinary people, mainly adults, both men and women, probably just ordinary believers.

Among these ordinary people, there were some carrying firearms, as well as people wearing white cloth around them, who were likely members of the Gun Worship Cult.

What exactly does this organization want to do? Armed rebellion? Or massive financial gain?

To be able to acquire so many firearms, they must have extensive connections. If they were just trying to make money, wouldn't it be better to resell arms directly?

If it's a riot, then Ogasawara Yoriko should get her mother out of there as soon as possible. It's meaningless for an organization of ordinary people like this to be a hundred times larger.

At the top of this country are genuine natural disasters, and ordinary firearms cannot pose a threat to them.

Feeling no threat, Ogasawara Yoriko remained hidden to the side, trying to see what they were up to.

Suddenly, all the lights in the underground area went out, and the spray paint on the walls seemed to have been painted with fluorescent paint, outlining strange Arhats and Bodhisattvas in the darkness.

The crowd was slightly agitated at first, but then quickly understood what was happening and fell silent.

“The three realms are without peace, like a burning house, filled with all kinds of suffering, which is extremely frightening.”

Ogasawara Yoriko paused for a moment, not because she heard the familiar Buddhist scripture, but because of the way it was being recited.

A deep, hoarse voice, aided by broadcasting equipment, resonated throughout the underground space, while the chanting of this Buddhist scripture was performed using authentic throat singing.

The spotlight shone on at the right moment, the curtain was drawn back, and the strangely dressed man stood in the brightest spot of the light, holding a microphone.

He was wearing monk's robes, but used a bullet chain as a belt. His shiny bald head emitted an LED halo behind him, and his face was so heavily exposed that it could only be seen as a black shadow.

Yoriko Ogasawara

I suddenly wondered if I was overthinking it; maybe my mother had just become an idol of some underground rock band.

The other person's attire made him look exactly like a rock singer.

Of course, it only lasted for a fleeting moment.

"Good evening, benefactors. It is truly thanks to the blessings of all the Buddhas that I can see you all tonight. May they bless me and you all."

The moment she opened her mouth, she made a very unnatural trilled "r" sound. Now, Ogasawara Yoriko completely believed what her classmate had said during the day.

Although this organization has many problems, it seems that its true founders are probably quite young.

This extremely unconventional opening remarkably silenced most people; they all looked up at each other with longing expressions.

This unusual situation did not surprise Ogasawara Yoriko at all.

She smelled hallucinogens in the spray-painted material on the wall, which, combined with the dark environment, probably made it appear to these ordinary people.