I became Hokage in Tokyo

Chapters 48 and 049: Buddhist Dharma Exchange (Please continue reading)

"Come, you two lay devotees, please purify these evil spirits with your sacred flames!"

The cult leader, dressed in a red robe embroidered with pearls and jade, looked at the couple holding torches with a compassionate expression, but his eyes were full of cruel mockery.

Besides lynching traitors, his favorite thing was to hold sacrifices, having the relatives of the offerings light the fire themselves.

This is not only a test of obedience, but also represents the believer severing all past ties and from now on being devoted to him!

This feeling of being absolutely worshipped, this feeling of wantonly manipulating other people's feelings, just like the previous power of life and death, gave him the illusion that he was already a god.

The couple's expressions shifted constantly, and their hands, holding torches, trembled as they faced their sons who were wailing loudly.

The mother finally couldn't hold on any longer, threw the torch on the ground, knelt before the cult leader, and kowtowed repeatedly:

"Merciful and compassionate leader, please forgive us! Please forgive us! We have changed our minds and will no longer offer sacrifices..."

The cult leader didn't even glance at the child's mother kneeling on the ground, but stared at the father, his fat, expressionless face forcing out a few words:

"And what about you?"

The children's father, holding a torch, gritted his teeth, trying to act, but failed several times. Finally, he broke down, collapsing to the ground and sobbing:

"Please forgive me, Master, I am willing to donate all my property in lieu of..."

"Put these two sinners who have betrayed the true faith down!"

The cult leader kicked the man over and shouted angrily. The other monks who were watching rushed forward and tied the couple up, binding them and pressing them aside.

The cult leader, bloated and with a protruding belly, bent over with difficulty, picked up a torch, and began to preach in a passionate and impassioned voice:

"Worldly money, kinship, and even life are nothing but fleeting illusions, like bubbles, dew, and lightning. Only the salvation of this master is eternal! You only need to believe in me, follow me, and obey me to be saved! Nothing else is needed!"

Hundreds of believers cheered loudly, disregarding the fact that the ground was wet and muddy from the rain, and knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly!

This is the feeling! The cult leader thought to himself with delight.

Many of these hundreds of believers were simply coerced by their relatives and friends to attend the ceremony. At first, they were hostile towards him as the leader, even cursing him on the spot, or they dared not speak out, appearing submissive but their eyes full of disdain. However, as soon as he displayed his supernatural powers, they eventually obediently knelt at his feet and became his loyal followers.

This is extraordinary!

This is the Dharma!

我就是神！

The cult leader picked up the torch, swung it forcefully, and threw it onto the firewood.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning streaked through the dark clouds, and a lightning bolt snaked through the clouds. The rain intensified, turning from a light drizzle into a downpour.

The firewood had long been soaked by the rain, accumulating a lot of moisture. With the increasing rain, when the torch was placed on it, the flame flickered a few times before being extinguished by the rain.

"Damn it! You son of a bitch!"

The cult leader, utterly humiliated, wiped the raindrops from his face and launched into a tirade of curses. He quickly beckoned to several monks for help.

"Go get the gasoline... no, go to the kitchen and get all the fuel."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even the cult leader was starting to feel the strain. He waved his sleeve and headed to the Buddhist hall to take shelter from the rain.

As for the other believers, they could only stay in the courtyard and get rained on; otherwise, how could their steadfast faith be demonstrated?

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, clearly audible even amidst the rain, reaching the cult leader's ears.

Guns were used?

The cult leader was alarmed. The Zhengxin Society's possession of firearms was a secret, and to be on the safe side, he had to prepare for the worst-case scenario. Only his trusted disciples and monks who had received initiation were gathered together for shooting training.

What exactly happened in the front yard that required a gun to resolve?

At that moment, he saw a white-robed monk with thick eyebrows and large eyes walk out of the corridor.

"Who are you?!"

Upon seeing this monk of unknown identity, whose robes were clearly different from those of the Zhengxin Society, the leader frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy, and shouted sternly.

The sent-out Ida had also disappeared without a trace, and the gunshot made his eyelids twitch, giving him a premonition of the end of the world.

Looking at the cult leader in front of him, who was fat, stupid, and idiotic like a pig, Naruto Uchiha, who had transformed into Jiraiya, couldn't help but reveal a cold smile!

Although this was the first time he had met the cult leader face to face, his spies had been monitoring the cult leader from the air. This fat pig in front of him deserved to die even if he were caught and burned alive.

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk has come to discuss Buddhist teachings."

After killing so many evil monks, Uchiha Naruto's blood began to boil, and his killing intent, which had not yet subsided, began to surge even more intensely.

"You evil heretics, behold my Buddhist teachings!"

The cult leader was startled and raised a hand to press down on Uchiha Naruto!

"surprised!"

A golden Buddha's palm, over a meter long, appeared on Uchiha Naruto's head. It slammed down, and with a loud bang, mud and water splashed everywhere, creating a crater the size of a door and half a meter deep in the ground!

"Did you take them down?" The cult leader asked, his eyes wide.

Just then, another white-robed monk with thick eyebrows and large eyes walked out of the corridor, exactly the same as the previous one.

"Is this the Master's Buddhist teachings? Then it's time for this humble monk to witness my Buddhist teachings as well."

Naruto Uchiha flicked his sleeve and pulled out a gleaming black pistol.

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced the cult leader's shoulder.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Uchiha Naruto's eyes. He had originally aimed at the leader's round belly, but since it was his first time handling a gun, hitting it was already quite an achievement.

"Ouch! It hurts! It hurts so much! Come quick, protect me!"

The cult leader clutched his shoulder, roared loudly in a mournful tone, and then stumbled and fled towards the Buddhist hall.

Several monks, upon seeing the pistol in Uchiha's hand, immediately fled in terror. Some fanatics were about to rush forward when Uchiha Naruto's left eye flashed with three tomoe, he glared at them, and then unleashed a deafening lion's roar:

"roll!"

The believers' actions came to a halt.

With just one three-tomoe jade pendant, he couldn't control dozens or hundreds of people at once; he could only intimidate them temporarily. Uchiha Naruto opened his mouth and spat out a beam of fire, drawing a fire barrier that separated him from his followers.

Then, using the Phoenix Fire Technique, he spat out fireballs that engulfed the fleeing monks. He then took his gun and chased after the cult leader.

On the road, he saw a man and a woman tied to the ground. He casually pointed his fingers like knives and cut the ropes binding them. The two knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the back of the figure, and then rushed away.

At this moment, the cult leader had already rushed into the Buddhist hall. Beneath the lotus pedestal at the feet of the Vidyaraja statue, he saw the murderous pursuers already drawing their guns and aiming. Sweating profusely, he shouted anxiously:

"Evil body, evil body, why don't you quickly show yourself and come out to eliminate the enemies of the Buddha!"

A burst of fire shot from the muzzle, and bullets spun out from the rifling!

"Oh dear, oh dear—"

The cult leader could only close his eyes and wait for death, but he discovered that the bullets did not hit him, but instead struck the statue of the Buddha, creating craters.

"Snap!"

The face of the wrathful deity statue is cracked, and the mud at the corner of its eye has fallen off, revealing a strange green eye that is constantly turning.

(End of this chapter)