Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Lai Zi?"

Having left that place of turmoil and conflict, under the moonlight, Mrs. Ogasawara finally saw clearly who had pulled her away.

"Lai Zi! What are you doing there?!"

She subconsciously raised her voice, using the same tone she always used when speaking to her daughter, maintaining her maternal authority.

"Shouldn't I be asking you this, Mom? Why do you believe in this kind of cult?"

Contrary to her usual behavior, Ogasawara Yoriko retorted without fear.

"Nonsense! Mom doesn't believe in any cult! What the Master says is all orthodox Buddhist teachings!"

"Then why not hold events openly and honestly? Why hold gatherings in abandoned underground parking garages at night?"

"That's because people have prejudices against the true Dharma, and they do this to avoid trouble."

Mrs. Ogasawara hesitated for a moment before offering an explanation that sounded like sophistry.

Very tricky

It is very difficult to persuade someone who has fallen into a certain ideological misconception or has been brainwashed.

It's like many seductive theories, such as the idea that the human body can absorb free-floating energy particles in the universe, which are used by sects to fool people under the guise of half-baked meditation or spiritual practice.

At first glance, they use many seemingly reasonable theories or bring in the names of science or orthodox religion to embellish their claims and brainwash believers.

After brainwashing is complete, many outlandish claims will emerge that seem absurd to onlookers.

For example, some say that the cold air from air conditioners and refrigerators is negative energy, and that people who are always in an environment with negative energy will become listless and depressed. [Note: This is based on the author's personal experience, not made up.]

Believers mired in the mire won't consider whether this makes sense, because their values ​​and common sense have been completely replaced by these people.

Compared to those outrageous theories, the idea that killing someone with a gun can clear obstacles in one's life seems quite reasonable.

And being regarded as improper by others

Cults and the like have no effect on the beliefs of these believers.

Those are all the foolish views of mortals, the prejudices of those who do not understand, the pressure and obstacles from the outside world, and the tests given by gods and Buddhas.

Not to mention that many people who believe in these religions are themselves marginalized or defeated by setbacks, and they are even less likely to believe what others in society say.

Even if that person is your own daughter, relative, or even your lover.

Ogasawara Yoriko's expression changed slightly. She had thought her mother's condition wasn't that serious, but now it seemed that she had been deeply influenced by the Gun Worship Cult.

The most difficult diseases to cure are those of the mind. The body can be easily destroyed, but changing the mind is much harder.

Ogasawara Yoriko was having a headache and was pondering what to do when she noticed something unusual under her mother's sleeve.

"What are you holding?!"

Even though Mrs. Ogasawara tried to hide, when Yoriko Ogasawara grabbed her hand and lifted it up, she saw that Mrs. Ogasawara was holding a black pistol.

Having witnessed various demons, monsters, gods, and Buddhas, she naturally wouldn't be swayed by a small pistol; she was more concerned with what her mother truly wanted.

"Mom, what exactly do you want to do? Even if you have a gun, what good will it do?"

Yoriko Ogasawara asked in a low voice, "What could be the significance of such an ordinary pistol?"

Unlike her, her mother still believes that her father simply died in a gang war and doesn't even know who the specific target of his revenge was.

In such a situation, what good would having a gun do? There's no one to aim at.

It can't be just for revenge against society, right? It shouldn't be that extreme.

"me..."

Clutching the pistol tightly in her hands, Ogasawara Yoriko saw it as nothing more than a meaningless toy.

"Tell me, Mom, what exactly do you want to do with this thing? It's completely useless, just throw it away."

Ogasawara Yoriko reached out to take the gun, but her mother shielded her with her body, refusing to hand it over.

"I just...I just wanted to use it to protect you, Lai Zi!"

The mother's desperate cries startled Ogasawara Yoriko slightly; her hands, capable of easily tearing through steel, could not pry her mother's hands apart.

"This world is dangerous, Lai Zi! Without this magical artifact bestowed by Buddha, your mother alone cannot properly protect you in this world!"

"So it's necessary. The existence of this gun is necessary, not to get rid of my troubles, but to clear away your demons."

That's right. If one day my daughter encounters danger or trouble, I will do the same as other believers.

If you were threatened into using your body to get a job; if you were bullied or attacked; if you were harmed or framed by others.

Even knowing that it would mean sacrificing her own future and life, Mrs. Ogasawara would still pull the trigger and eliminate the person who was hindering her daughter's life.

A mother who is paranoid, insane, and deeply immersed in the fanatical ideology of the Gun Cult, yet still retains her love for her daughter.

Or rather, it was precisely because of this love that I was bewitched and became the way I am today.

Ogasawara Yoriko felt a lump in her throat and didn't know what to say, but she also felt a deep sense of self-loathing.

Consumed by the flames of revenge, he abandoned his mother for his own pleasure, even as he was consumed by madness, his mother still constantly thinking of him.

How...ugly I am.

Yoriko Ogasawara hugged her weeping mother and whispered in her ear:

"It's alright. I, your daughter, am very powerful, so I don't need such things."

Chapter 270 Sudden Attack

"Miss, I've left the operation report here."

Inside the Kuga family mansion, the Superintendent General of Police, wearing epaulettes, placed a thick stack of documents on the table.

Kuga Hikaru, who was lying on the sofa in the living room, reluctantly sat up.

"Alright, you can go back now."

After casually dismissing the other party, Kuga Hikaru threw the entire stack of documents into the trash can.

She's not a workaholic like Hanayama Haru who has absolutely no sense of responsibility when it comes to these things.

In any case, all she needs to do is give the order, and her subordinates will take the initiative to handle things. If there are any problems, they won't just hand in a bunch of paper reports.

As long as there are results, that's fine. Jingu doesn't care how many specific results there are, so Kuga Hikaru can continue to spend his lazy day.

The task of cleaning up the Spear Worship Cult was originally assigned to Kazanin Haru by the Shrine, but Kazanin Haru was already extremely busy with matters related to the mysterious.

Upon realizing it was just a cult activity among ordinary people, they simply delegated the task to others.

As it happened, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Commissioner had some connections with the Kuga family, so the matter fell to Kuga Hikaru.

However, this kind of thing is completely insignificant.

Even if it's smuggled weapons, they're just ordinary firearms, far from threatening social stability.

Even without the gun cult, there would be Yamaguchi-gumi members, or even insiders within the military, selling weapons.

To put it more dramatically, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in Yingzhou loses quite a few handguns every year, so it's not something to be taken seriously.

Jingu simply felt unhappy that his name was being used by others for these purposes.

He shifted his position and lay back down on the sofa. Kuga turned on the TV and asked someone to bring him some fruit and snacks.

Although she initially found it hard to accept being eaten by the shrine, Kuga Hikaru is now increasingly able to feel the benefits of it all.

Having latched onto this powerful figure, she became the sole ruler of the family. No matter how outrageous she was, no elder, regardless of their age, would dare to utter a single word against her.

Because of her connection with the women of the shrine, no one dared to challenge or question her status.

She doesn't usually live at the shrine and doesn't get involved in most mysterious matters; she basically just spends her days lounging around at home.

As someone who doesn't have any particular life goals, Hikaru Kuga feels that this kind of life suits him perfectly.

"Ding dong~"

The doorbell rang, and Kuga Hikaru changed his position and continued lying down. Naturally, a servant would go to open the door.

"Who is it again?"

Kuga Mitsuki lazily raised his head and saw a familiar figure.

"Looks like you're living a comfortable life, Hikari-chan~"

With a wave of his hand dismissing the servants, Jingu sat down next to Kuga Hikaru without any hesitation. Before he could even reach out, Kuga Hikaru quickly shrank into the corner of the sofa and sat up.

They were very reserved, even their bodies were tense, and they kept their distance from the shrine.

"Lord Jingu, what brings you here? You didn't even give any prior notice."

Although that's what they said, the real meaning behind those words was:

Damn the shrine, why the sudden attack? If I had known, I would have gone to school today.

That way, I won't get caught at home.

Please forgive her; as a human girl, her ability to accept life is far inferior to that of the demons and monsters in the shrine.

"Heh, if I had told you beforehand, wouldn't I have given you an excuse to avoid me?"

Jingu saw through her thoughts and leaned back on the sofa.

"How could that be? Here, let me feed you grapes, ah~"

Kuga Hikaru smiled and held a grape to Jingu's lips, but she wished she could transform into a gibbon for safety.

"Ah."

He gulped down the grapes, grabbed Kuga Hikaru's hand, and pulled her into his arms.

Her nightgown was lifted, and Jingu's hand circled the edge of her white stockings, gently hooking it.

The fleshy thighs felt incredibly soft to the touch, and when Kuga Hikaru instinctively clamped Jingu's hand between his legs, it created an even more unique sensation.

Even so, Kuga Hikaru did not explicitly say or do anything to refuse.

"Hehe, Hikari-chan, I still prefer your initial rebellious self."

When I was still an innocent boy in Jingu, I still vividly remember Kuga Hikaru's words, "No."

Kugo secretly cursed in his heart.