The man is a monk in the inside, and he starts by giving his wife a crown.

Nobuo Tanaka felt the silent mockery, which was more embarrassing than any beating.

As a politician active in the political arena, he was indeed panicked at the beginning.

But those terrible performances later on were all his performances.

While making those gestures, Nobuo Tanaka had already used his own blood to form seals and silently recited the summoning spell in his heart.

"In the name of Tanaka, by the blood of our ancestors, obey my command, spirits of the earth, come forth! Inugami!"

As the spell was chanted, the carpet beneath his feet began to show faint, bloody patterns, and a cold, foul, and bestial smell began to spread.

The air seemed to become sticky and the temperature dropped sharply.

The collar chain on Tanaka Nobuo's neck moved automatically without wind, making a slight clinking sound. His whole body was shaking violently as he forcibly urged the meager family power. Sweat mixed with the blood beads on his back slid down his skin.

He stared at the air in front of him, his eyes filled with a final, morbid expectation.

A blurry, distorted black shadow began to condense on the carpet in front of him. It looked like a skinny, hairless vicious dog, emitting disgusting resentment and a low growl.

This is Tanaka Nobuo's last trump card, the guardian deity that he is proud of and has been passed down from generation to generation.

The ancestors of the Tanaka family did serve the emperor and by chance gained some basic knowledge of Yin-Yang magic.

This Inugami is the only thing that can be shown off in that pitiful inheritance. It is said to be a guardian god, but in fact the production method is very crude. It is made by imprisoning and killing vicious dogs and refining their resentful souls. Its power is very limited.

But at this moment, this is Nobuo Tanaka's only lifeline.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the woman in leather clothes next to him who was still in shock.

Just as the woman was about to step back, the collar chain on Nobuo Tanaka's neck flew out strangely by itself, wrapped around her ankle like a poisonous snake, and pulled her hard!

The woman screamed and fell to the ground. Before she could react, Tanaka Nobuo pounced on her with all his strength, opened his mouth, and bit her carotid artery fiercely! Blood gushed out and splashed all over his face.

While greedily sucking the warm blood, he mumbled even more filthy and vicious spells.

"Use blood as a medium, soul as a sacrifice! Increase your ferocity and strengthen your might! Come out and tear him apart! Inugami!"

The leather-clad woman's body convulsed violently several times before she quickly fell silent, her life force drained away as if by an invisible force. Her blood, along with the blood oozing from Tanaka's back wound, pooled on the carpet, outlining a clearer, dark red, almost black, foul rune.

The already blurry black shadow suddenly expanded, with a howling wind and a fishy stench.

The outline of the dog god became a little clearer - skinny as a stick, with sparse and falling hair, revealing the dark blue flesh underneath, a pair of eyes that were pure and blood red with resentment, saliva mixed with black air dripped from between his fangs, and a low, malicious roar came from his throat, mixed with a hint of tooth-grinding whimper.

"Haha...hahaha!"

Nobuo Tanaka looked at the Inugami after the blood sacrifice, feeling the murderous aura that was much stronger than before, and finally couldn't help laughing wildly with triumph. His voice was sharp and piercing, full of the madness of surviving a disaster.

"See? This is the power of my Tanaka family! You're dead! Monk! Kill him! Tear him into pieces!"

In his opinion, this dog god, which had been strengthened by fresh flesh and blood and soul, was extremely ferocious and could tear the ignorant monk in front of him into meat paste!

Xiu Yuan looked quietly at the so-called dog god that exuded stench and resentment, without even a trace of emotion on his face.

Is this Tanaka Nobuo's final trump card?

The residual soul of a vicious dog that barely condenses into a form by devouring lives?

Its nature is filthy and full of resentment, making it exactly the object that is most restrained by the Buddhist power of purification.

Not to mention using the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Mantra, even the image of Acala does not need to be revealed.

Xiuyuan was even too lazy to recite any scriptures.

He simply raised his hand and casually pressed the air towards the dog god that was baring its teeth and preparing to pounce on him.

The action was casual, as if he was just swatting away an annoying fly.

"puff!"

There was no earth-shaking sound, no violent energy collision.

The Inugami, who had just been roaring and embodied all of Tanaka Nobuo's hopes, exploded in an instant like a punctured, low-quality balloon filled with sewage, turning into wisps of black smoke, uttering a final unwilling wail, and then completely dissipated into the air without leaving even a trace.

The cold and smelly smell in the basement also disappeared.

Under the Buddha's light, all evils are scared away.

The moment Inugami was beaten to death, Tanaka Nobuo felt as if struck by lightning. His body suddenly arched and he spat out a large mouthful of blood mixed with dark red fragments, staining the expensive carpet in front of him.

His eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, as he stared at Xiu Yuan who was walking slowly towards him. The blood color on his face instantly faded away, leaving only a shocking look of despair.

It wasn't just fear, but also the confusion and despair after something that supported his worldview completely collapsed.

He finally realized that his pitiful family heirloom was not even a magic trick to liven up the atmosphere in front of this young monk.

Looking back at the madness of the blood sacrifice and the threats shouted at the top of their lungs, all that remained was endless absurdity and self-mockery.

His legs could no longer support the weight of his body, and Nobuo Tanaka fell heavily to his knees with a "thump", his forehead hitting the carpet with a dull sound.

The dignity of the parliamentarian and the glory of his family were crushed in the face of absolute power, leaving only the most primitive and humble instinct for survival.

"Master! Spare me! Spare me!"

His voice was hoarse and broken, and tears instantly covered his face, which had been twisted and laughing wildly just a moment ago. He no longer cared about his decency and kowtowed like pounding garlic while wailing incoherently.

"I'm blind! I'm so daring! Master, please have mercy on me and spare my worthless life! I... I have money! Lots and lots of money! As long as the master asks, I'll give you any amount..."

He even struggled to raise his head, trying to force out a smile that was uglier than crying, his eyes full of pleading.

Xiu Yuan looked at the man at his feet, who had been clamoring to tear him into pieces just a few minutes ago, but was now as humble as a worm in the mud. His eyes were as calm as a pool of deep water.

Listen to his nonsense?

Not necessary.

He walked forward slowly, stretched out his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and gathered a soft but irresistible golden Buddha light in his palm, which he gently pressed on the Baihui point on the top of Tanaka Nobuo's head.

"Ah..." Tanaka Nobuo's body trembled violently as if hit by an electric current. He instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that he was like being suppressed by an invisible mountain and could not move at all.

The warm and vast Buddha light poured into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness without any explanation, forcibly washing away his soul filled with filth, greed, and fear.

The last struggle in his eyes died out as quickly as a candle in the wind, his pupils gradually blurred and finally turned into a blank void.

The Buddha's light can save people, wash away their sins, and shape their minds. In terms of cultivating karma, it is just a convenient means to do so.

"List all the assets and resources under your name and those of the Tanaka family that can be mobilized, and transfer them to Takayanagi Company."

Xiuyuan withdrew his hand and gave orders in a calm voice.

Mrs. Chengjiang, who had been standing respectfully beside him, immediately stepped forward and handed an encrypted tablet that had been prepared long ago to Nobuo Tanaka.

Nobuo Tanaka's eyes were empty, like a programmed machine. He picked up the private communication terminal next to him without hesitation and began to operate it mechanically and precisely.

Fingerprints, voiceprints, and irises, the highest level of security verification, were like nothing in his hands and he passed them directly.

Real estate property rights, company shares, various securities, secret overseas trust funds, control of gray industries, the highest authority of several secret vaults, etc., numbers and information representing huge wealth and power, like a flood breaking through a dam, began to converge towards that designated account.

Mrs. Chengjiang watched the data stream calmly, checking it with her tablet from time to time.

"And that..."

Xiuyuan's eyes swept over a heavy safe disguised as a decorative cabinet in the corner of the basement.

"Take out all the extraordinary things inside."

Nobuo Tanaka stood up woodenly, walked to the safe, entered the password, and opened the heavy door.

There were no rare treasures inside as imagined.

There were only a few pieces of talisman paper with distorted patterns drawn with inferior cinnabar, an old jade pendant with dull color and almost no spiritual energy, and a tattered notebook with severely worn corners and yellowed paper, on which were recorded some scattered and unsystematic superficial knowledge of Yin-Yang magic in sloppy handwriting.

This is the so-called "inheritance" that the Tanaka family cherishes and relies on to maintain.

Mrs. Chengjiang stepped forward and swept the items into a prepared black bag with neat movements.

During the entire process of asset transfer and inventory, Nobuo Tanaka always maintained an almost humiliating kneeling posture.

Even if it needs to stand up to operate, once the instruction is completed, it will immediately and consciously return to its original position, with its head lowered deeply, like an old dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy, waiting for the next instruction from its owner.

There was no more pain, fear or arrogance on his face, only absolute numbness and obedience.

The members of the House of Representatives who used to speak loudly and make waves in the Capitol have now completely become puppets under Xiu Yuan's feet, a breathing, walking ATM.

Xiuyuan nodded slightly with satisfaction.

This trip was well worth it, I really had a full meal.

His gaze fell on Nobuo Tanaka, who was still kneeling on the ground with a blank and numb look in his eyes, as if he was examining a newly polished tool.

"Tell us all the shameful things you've done over the years, the relevant evidence, and the places where you've hidden them."

Xiuyuan's voice was calm, without any emotion.

Without any hesitation, Nobuo Tanaka stood up stiffly, walked to a decorative antique cabinet in the basement, fumbled to open the hidden mechanism, revealing the secret door of the safe behind it.

After passing multiple verifications again, the heavy warehouse door slid open. Inside was not gold, silver or jewelry, but densely packed hard drives, encrypted storage devices and some paper documents, exuding an old and somewhat dark atmosphere.

Mrs. Chengjiang immediately stepped forward, put on special gloves, took out professional equipment, and began to quickly copy, classify and encrypt the data.

Her movements were precise and efficient, and her face remained calm, as if she was just processing a batch of expired business files.

"Also, list all those who have colluded with you or had any interests with you, regardless of their position, from the core to the periphery."

Xiuyuan continued to give instructions.

Nobuo Tanaka walked to the desk next to him, turned on an encrypted computer, and typed on the keyboard with his hands like a lifeless machine.

Names, positions, related black transactions, and details of collusion between power and money kept appearing on the screen.

Nobuo Tanaka had no reaction to this, but just faithfully carried out the instructions as if he was copying an unimportant report.

"Very good." Xiu Yuan interrupted Tanaka Nobuo's input.

4.6 "Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, call all the media you can contact and hold an emergency press conference."

Nobuo Tanaka stopped hammering, raised his lifeless eyes, and waited for the final instruction.

"Publish all the evidence you just found, as well as this complete list, to the public."

Xiuyuan's tone was as relaxed as if he was talking about the weather.

"Tell everything, tell it all. Remember, express your deepest regret with tears and eloquence."

A hint of surprise flashed across Mrs. Chengjiang's eyes, and then turned into a smile of understanding.

This adult's style of doing things never disappoints. It is always so direct, efficient, and full of a kind of destructive aesthetic with a bad taste.

"Yes."

Nobuo Tanaka agreed woodenly, picked up his personal phone, started contacting his secretary, and in a flat tone, issued an order that was enough to completely ruin his reputation and might even attract countless enemies to hunt him down.

Xiuyuan turned a blind eye to all this.

The chess piece Nobuo Tanaka is used to self-destruct, which maximizes his value.

As for the subsequent chaos, power vacuum and infighting, those profit-seeking hyenas will fight and bite them.

He just needs to reap the benefits and see how much "merit" and "resources" he can fish out of this muddy water.

Everything is in place.

Mrs. Chengjiang has packed up and sealed all the physical evidence, data backups, and those few pitiful "supernatural relics."

In the basement, all that was left was Tanaka Nobuo kneeling like a zombie, the female corpse in leather clothes that began to emit a strange smell, and the mess on the ground.

Just as they had come, the two of them quietly passed through the barrier and left the mansion that was about to become the center of the storm.

Chapter 82: There is hell, there is Buddhaland!

The black car was driving smoothly on the way back. It was very quiet inside the car, with only the low sound of the engine and Mrs. Chengjiang's steady breathing in the front seat.

Xiuyuan leaned back in the spacious and comfortable back seat, playing with the tattered notebook he had found in Tanaka Nobuo's safe.

He casually flipped through the yellowed and fragile pages, which were covered with illegible handwriting, recording some extremely crude Yin-Yang techniques.

Rather than calling it a magic trick, it is better to call it a collection of evil and unorthodox techniques.

The core content is about how to restrain and abuse low-level ghosts such as dog spirits, mixed with some simple Shinto rituals to appease or strengthen these creatures.

The conditions for cultivation are quite harsh, and the risk of backlash is vaguely mentioned between the lines. Practicing for a long time will pollute oneself and ruin one's luck. It is purely harmful to both others and oneself.

Xiuyuan shook his head secretly. The Tanaka family actually hid this kind of rubbish as if it were a family heirloom. No wonder each generation was worse than the previous one. In the end, they had to rely on blood sacrifices and living sacrifices to activate that useless dog god. They were simply at a dead end.

Let yourself practice? That would dirty your hands and pollute your own Buddha power.

However, just as he was about to throw the notebook away, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.