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It only takes an hour from Tokyo by Shinkansen.

This Taoist temple is not big, but it is surrounded by cherry trees.

It is obvious that the building is quite old, and it must be a historical monument.

Although the cherry blossom season has passed, the area is still covered with lush green leaves, giving it a somewhat otherworldly feel.

Fang Zuo strolled into the Taoist temple.

A Japanese man in a Taoist robe came up and looked at Fang Zuo with a little surprise.

Although the techniques of Japanese Onmyoji are derived from Taoism, there are not many people who believe in Taoism.

Not to mention ordinary people, almost no one sets foot here.

But as soon as this person walked in today, host Hayashima Myoyu discovered that the other person was not an ordinary person.

It walks like a dragon and gaits like a tiger, with a vague and indescribable feeling.

"Quanzhen?" Fang Zuo asked, looking at the Taoist's bun in front of him.

"Yes, please ask..." Before Hayashima Myojin could finish his sentence, the man interrupted and asked.

"Which Quanzhen sect?"

Hayashima Myori listened to the other party's somewhat impolite questions, but did not dare to be negligent at all.

"He is the fourteenth generation successor of the Longmen School of Taoism."

Fang Zuo frowned, Longmen Sect?

"Has it ever been granted the seal by the Successor Han Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Hayashima Myojo nodded and said, "Yes, may I ask which sect you are from?"

Fang pointed his left hand, and a ray of spiritual light rushed into Hayashima Myori's spiritual platform.

"It's you, senior." Hayashima Myojin kowtowed quickly.

"Get up." Fang Zuo ignored him and walked towards the Sanqing Temple.

Hayashima Myojou hurriedly followed behind.

Coming to the incense burner in front of the Sanqing Temple, Fang Zuo lit a stick of incense, kowtowed, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

I saw a thick stream of incense coming out of the incense burner, flying into the air, circling, but still reluctant to enter the statue of the Three Pure Ones.

After waiting for a long time, it couldn't find its target and disappeared.

Fang Zuo had no expression on his face.

But there was a huge wave in my heart.

Could it be that the Three Pure Ones and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have given up on Japan?

Absolutely not.

There is no discrimination in education, so how could a god dislike having too many believers?

Moreover, although this Taoist temple is small, Hayashima Myori is extremely pious.

How could we possibly abandon devout believers?

Not to mention Sensoji Temple and Jozoji Temple in Tokyo, where the incense is both pure and prosperous, so this is absolutely not the case.

Fang Zuo looked at the statue of the Three Pure Ones. Several spots of gold had fallen off, making it look a little mottled.

Without the influence of incense, the gods naturally cannot maintain their golden bodies.

"Why didn't you ask someone to repair it?" Fang Zuo asked Hayashima Myori who was following behind him.

"Replying to the senior, we often ask craftsmen to repair it, but it falls off again after a while." Hayashima Myojin said respectfully.

“When did this situation start?”

"According to the master, it started when the temple was first built a hundred years ago."

Fang Zuo nodded.

This means that the statues here have not been worshipped since the temple was built a hundred years ago.

"What's wrong with your leg?" Fang Zuo noticed that Hayashima Myori was limping when he walked.

"I have some problems with my legs as I get older, probably due to the condition I developed when I was young." Hayashima Myori sighed as he looked at his right leg.

Fang Zuo waved his hand gently and said, "Let's go and see."

Hayashima Myori only felt a warm current flowing into his legs. He took a few tentative steps and suddenly became very brisk.

"Thank you very much, senior. Thank you very much, senior." Hayashima Myozu excitedly knelt down and kowtowed.

When I looked up, the senior had disappeared.

Hayashima Myozu never saw this senior again after that.

Even in his 90s, he could still run and jump as well as a young person.

Fang Zuo was already thinking about this matter slowly on the Shinkansen.

I can't figure out why this is happening.

Fang Zuo suddenly thought, could it be related to the person who came back?

He immediately shook his head, saying the time didn't match.

According to Hayashima Myozu, this was already the case a hundred years ago.

Or maybe it was also a trap set by that Taoist senior?

Fang Zuo rejected this idea again.

At my current level, I can't figure it out and I can't do it.

Even that Taoist senior couldn't do it.

In such a huge island country, all the statues of gods no longer accept incense from believers. No one can do such a thing except the Three Pure Ones and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas themselves.

Fang Zuo closed his eyes and refined the looted incense. It was not enough to form a small world, but if he did it a few more times, he would be almost able to enter the barrier of incense.

After getting off the Shinkansen and leaving the station.

Fang Zuo went to Xinrong Planning.

No one is empty.

Only those two-dimensional short-eared girls are there.

They chattered and introduced their recent achievements to Fang Zuo.

The supermarket space on the basement floor has been almost cleaned up and renovated. As long as we negotiate with the agent, the goods can be put into storage soon.

The cat girl sisters and Ayaka Kawakita went to the Donki Supermarket headquarters to discuss the agency matters.

It seems that these are quite capable.

Fang Zuo touched his chin and looked down on them.

Just when Fang Zuo was about to return to Tokyo Women's University, Yingkong Kurumi sent a message.

Another murder occurred, this time some distance away from Tokyo Women's University.

The similarity is that it is still in a church.

It happened to be in Shinjuku.

Full Gospel Tokyo Church.

When Fang Zuo arrived here, he found another Catholic church.

There was only one fatality.

Priest of the church.

Fang Zuo pulled open the police cordon and arrived at the crime scene.

At the feet of the Virgin Mary, a priest lay in a pool of dried blood.

"The church was undergoing maintenance and repairs, so it had been closed for several days. Believers noticed that it had not been open for a long time, and it was later discovered by a manager."

"The deceased was a priest, a registered member of this Catholic church, who had returned from the United States."

A policeman nearby came up and told some details of the case.

Fang Zuo looked at the dead priest.

The wound was caused by a slashing knife, which caused death directly.

The knife marks were extremely random, as if the knife knew he was going to die, so it just casually chopped him off and left.

Like the previous batch of deceased people, they returned from the United States.

The common points of these deceased people were that they came back from America and were Catholics.

Looking at the long knife mark, Fang Zuo easily recalled the samurai sword in Momonogi Kana's hand.

Could it be that he met the beautiful Lady Hachishaki who was wearing white lace stockings and a top hat that night?

And Momonogi Kana went to another place and killed the priest?

Before Fang Zuo could figure out what was going on, the phone rang.

Fang Zuo picked up the phone and saw that it was Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu rarely calls himself, and he always shares the trivial joys of life.

The phone call must be about something important.

Fang Zuo answered the phone.

"Nu Nu is back, come back soon, I miss you so much."

Fang Zuo hung up the phone and turned to leave.

"Officer, where are you going?" The police officer next to him was stunned.

"Just deal with it casually." Fang Zuo waved his hand. He didn't have time to deal with this matter.

Arrived at Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa.

The living room was empty.

Fang Zuo came to the second floor.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was leaning against the door frame with her little head out, smiling brightly.

His eyes were like drawn threads, and the meaning of the corners of his mouth was self-evident.

A pair of increasingly elastic and plump behemoths were shaking unwillingly, trying to steal the charm and beauty of their owner.

Chapter 127 Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Waiting

Shiraishi Nagimitsu, wearing an oversized white T-shirt, saw Fang Zuo coming and rushed over quickly, jumping onto the man.

The plump buttocks wrapped in black fishnet stockings were firmly held in the man's big hands, deeply embedded in the plump buttocks.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu hooked her arms around the man's neck, pressed her little face tightly against him, and slightly opened her red lips, revealing her tender redness to tease the man.

They kissed until they were almost suffocated, then they separated slightly.

Her forehead touched the man's forehead, and her nose tip touched his nose tip.

asked in a low voice.

"Do you miss Nunu?"

Fang Zuo nodded: "Is this how you welcome me?"

Shiraishi Nagimitsu jumped down, her face red, biting her lower lip, and pulling the corner of her clothes up with both hands.

She threw her T-shirt away, shook her head, and her long hair spread out like a waterfall.

She is charming and mature, with smooth and plump skin, and as innocent as a girl.

A stunning figure.

The upper body was covered with a strapless black fishnet bra. The thin silk material could only cover a small part of the huge thing, and the fine fishnet-like woven rope was deformed.