People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

Saeko's face lit up with surprise. "Isn't North America our Protestant territory? Why did we lose two of our knights? Did they go and assassinate the president?"

"Assassination? That's unnecessary." The white man sneered, "Our plan has succeeded. This second Catholic president in history has mental problems and is getting closer and closer to Alzheimer's disease."

"I don't think he can be re-elected. As for the deaths of the two Disciple Knights, there are other reasons that I cannot tell you at the moment."

"Perhaps, you can contact the Saint and ask her to help you."

"I've tried to contact her, but she hasn't replied." Sa Rongzi shook her head. "The Saint seems to be seriously injured. She hasn't responded to me. I'm wondering if she was injured while searching for and hunting down those apostate evil gods."

"Impossible. They are not strong enough to harm the Saint. However, it is very likely that they were injured when entering the Japanese Divine Kingdom." The white man hesitated for a moment after speaking, and then said, "Well, I will report your request to the Archbishop, and he will decide."

"Yes, Bishop." Saeko stood up and bowed slightly. "May the Lord protect you and me!"

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Fang Zuo walked out of the University of Tokyo.

A man sits at the top of Tokyo TV Tower, looking at the whole night Tokyo.

Not long ago, the ghosts in Shikoku Yatani Temple disappeared, along with his own soul.

The Migu Temple, whose entire architecture is in Chinese style, was completely silent.

Apart from dead things, there is no living thing to be seen.

After the ghosts entered the gate of Migu Temple, they saw a large flat stone square.

In the middle is a huge nine-level golden lotus pond and a seven-treasure pagoda.

It is surrounded by more than ten stone pillars carved with eight celestial dragons.

The water in the Golden Lotus Pond has dried up, the lotus flowers have withered, the Buddha's light in the Seven Treasures Pagoda has gone out, and the incense is gone.

A pair of mottled couplets are engraved on the stone pillars in front of the main entrance hall.

The first line: Three lives of cause and effect to cultivate the human world, the second line: Six paths of reincarnation to save all living beings.

but.

The door is closed.

The ghosts stood in front of the door, wandering around in a daze, knocking on the door, and waiting again and again.

Until the soul dissipated and turned to ashes, the temple door could not be opened.

The trace of faith that guided them left in their souls lingered in the sky, but finally could not find its target to fall and dissipated.

Fang Zuo looked at the couplet and the dried-up Nine-Rank Golden Lotus Pond.

If you are not mistaken.

In the past, this Miyagi-ji Temple was probably a small world where Buddhism accepted Japanese believers and allowed them to enter the six realms of reincarnation.

but.

Now, not only do the golden statues in major temples no longer accept incense, but even the small world that provides Buddhist believers on the island with the opportunity to enter the six realms of reincarnation has been closed.

These devout believers were eventually abandoned by Buddhism.

There is no door to reincarnation.

All things are under one rule, and life and death are the same.

Fang Zuo looked in the direction of the University of Tokyo.

With Zhou Yuanyan's cultivation declining at this rate, he would probably die of old age soon.

If his research is unsuccessful.

Fang Zuo came to several shrines that were very popular with worshippers.

With a wave of his hand, a batch of incense sticks came into his hands.

He casually killed several groups of resentful spirits and evil ghosts that rushed out.

By the way, I also took pictures of several shrines that were reduced to ruins.

In this island country, even vengeful and evil spirits with such murderous aura are enshrined in the shrines.

There is no justice or human ethics at all.

Return to Tokyo Women's University.

Still under this night sky.

The moon is dim and the wind is picking up again.

Sitting at the highest point of the building, Fang Zuo took out all the incense he had looted in the past few days and refined them in his body.

Suddenly, I felt an invisible force pulling me towards the incense barrier.

Fang Zuo suppressed this force, today's target was not the Kingdom of God.

Fang Zuo moved his mind towards Momonogi Kana.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

Silently waiting for her little world to open up.

Early in the morning.

A vortex finally appeared.

Fang Zuo followed closely in.

In the world of incense, there is still the old church with Gothic architectural style.

Fang Zuo felt that the incense covering his body was slowly being absorbed by this world.

However, the previous feeling of the soul being oppressed and rejected by the small world did not appear.

Fang Zuo casually made a hand gesture, hid in the dark, and silently stared at Momonogi Kana who was wearing a sacrificial short skirt.

She was still wearing the same outfit at this time.

With a long samurai sword placed on his knees, he kneeled in prayer before the ritual circle.

Short silver hair and a black headband.

The ceremonial robe had a heart-shaped opening on the chest, decorated with black lace, and was worn with a black miniskirt and long leather boots.

A pair of white breasts that trembled with joy as they breathed. Although the cup was not big, it was full enough to burst, and was gathered into a deep "I" shape.

The two white thighs at the upper edge of the black stockings appear even rounder and whiter against the backdrop of the translucent black silk.

The two white and tender buttocks at the base of the thighs sit on the calves.

The star array in front slowly lost its light and disappeared, and the white candles also slowly went out.

In the previous few times, Momonogi Kana could easily discover that a wisp of Fang Zuo's soul had invaded her world.

But this time was different from the past, she was unable to detect Fang Zuo's entire body entering.

Momonogi Kana finished her last few prayers, picked up the samurai sword that was lying horizontally, and stood up.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the sacrificial robe on his body moved without wind.

When he opened his eyes again, his black eyes had turned into one emerald green and one sky blue.

The pink lips also turned bright red.

The pure and delicate little face suddenly became extremely charming.

Momonogi Kana gripped the katana tightly with both hands and chopped it down hard.

The whole little world shattered.

The night sky above Tokyo Women's University is revealed.

She slowly landed on the top of a building, tapped her feet, and bounced up quickly.

Jump quickly between the rooftops of buildings.

Fang Zuo, who was high in the sky, looked at Momonogi Kana who was jumping and leaping below, with a look of surprise on his face.

This is an amazing way to use incense.

This world is Tokyo at night, but it is not entirely Tokyo.

It is a reflection of the real world after Momonogi Kana's small world is broken.

After a series of jumps, she arrived at the top floor of a large comprehensive hospital.

There are several large signs on the roof that read: Tokyo Our Lady of Mary Catholic Hospital.

Momonogi Kana jumped to the hospital gate.

"Come out, Father." She held the samurai sword in one hand and pointed it diagonally towards the hospital.

"Saint, why don't you let me go?" An old man in a white coat and glasses slowly walked out of the hospital gate.

The old man took off his glasses and threw them aside, then took off the nameplate on his white coat and put it in his pocket.

"I've already fled from America to Brazil, and then hid here. I haven't hurt any Protestant believers. Why do you have to keep chasing me, Chana-chan?"

"When you were still a baby, fresh out of the incubator, I was the one who held you."

A sad expression appeared on the old man's face. "I raised you single-handedly. You are like my own child. I taught you how to speak, how to believe in religion, how to fight. Everything you learned as a child was taught by me."

"But you've apostatized. Not only that, but you've also been sending huge amounts of medicine to the Orthodox battlefields every month." Momonogi Kana said coldly, "You were the one who taught me how to treat traitors."

"Yes, I did betray." The old man dropped his hands helplessly. "But, I didn't betray the Lord. I just betrayed the Protestant religion that was devoured by greed."

"Look at what they've done. All the bishops are obsessed with perverted desires: wealth, women, even boys. It's a rotten religion."

"They even built an island for fun that brought shame to religion."

"Their followers are merely a source of wealth. They even have a presence in America's military-industrial complex and political circles. This completely goes against the teachings of the church."

"Is this your reason? Your reason for joining the Orthodox Church? An evil camp." Momonogi Kana was unmoved.

"This is what I taught you, right?" The old man covered his old face with regret. "Lord, I have taught you something."

"Yes, perhaps, the Orthodox Church is the same as the Protestant Church, but I am doing this to atone for my sins. I am a sinner."

"It was the Protestants who provoked the civil unrest within the Orthodox Church. I was one of the instigators, and it brought great disaster to both countries. Their war is not over yet."

"America continues to send ammunition. Hundreds of thousands of people have died in this Orthodox civil war, and there's no sign of a ceasefire."

"I just want to do something to reduce the number of deaths..."

"That's enough. I don't want to hear anything more from you." Momonogi Kana's other hand slowly covered the hilt of the samurai sword, and her cold eyes locked on the old man: "Your judgment is not up to me. The Supreme Lord will judge you..."

"No, I can't go see the Supreme Lord yet. I still have a lot of things to do." The old man slowly took off his white coat, and a pair of white wings unfolded from his back.

"I taught you everything you know. Now, let me test the results of your learning."

The old man's feet dropped down and slowly floated in the air, and he raised his right hand into the air.

A burning flame appeared in his hand.

He raised his left hand and closed his right hand, and a long sword surrounded by flames appeared in his hands and was held tightly.

The old man flapped his wings violently, flew rapidly, and stabbed towards Momonogi Kana with the flaming sword.

The katana in Momonogi Kana's hand flashed with a cold light, and she stabbed down the long sword in the old man's hand with force to block it.

The old man exerted force with his wings, blocked the attack and stabbed again.

Momonogi Kana held the long samurai sword in both hands, swung it out with a flash of sword light, and blocked the attacks repeatedly.

With the collision of force, the body and feet kept moving backwards.

The old man took advantage of the situation and flew in pursuit, the flames on his sword blazing and rising higher and higher, rolling towards the tiny figure of Momonogi Kana like waves.

He used his advantage in the air and the strength of his waist and back to chop, pick and block, and attack continuously.

The flames on the sword also burst out from time to time and pounced on the opponent.

Although Momonogi Kana was suppressed by the fierce attack, she was able to move forward and backward freely and appeared calm.

The faint cold light from the samurai sword extinguished all the raging flames.

The old man's fierce attack was completely ineffective. When they collided again, the wings behind him suddenly emitted countless white lights and wrapped around Momonogi Kana like tentacles.

Momonogi Kana's face was serious, and she held the samurai sword across her body with both hands.

It is like a bright moon, creating a circle of silvery ripples.