Chapter 295: The Mountain Presses Down on the King Kong, Obsessed with Lust At Meiji Shrine, as the enthronement ceremony was completed, wisps of light that were difficult to see flew in from the streets and alleys, from various areas outside Tokyo. That is the light spot that represents the recognition of the Seven Sinners' deification. They gathered together and assisted the seven evil lords to ascend to the throne of god step by step. “Is this what it feels like to truly become a god?” The Seven Sinful Lords murmured with great joy, and at this moment their minds seemed to have reached the sky, easily overlooking the myriad lives below. All living beings are right before your eyes. After gazing for a long time, He felt that the vision of the gods was just like this. Becoming a god should be a very boring thing. The seven evil lords felt something in their hearts, but they continued to go to their own thrones.
The greatest benefit of becoming a god is that it can closely connect Him with all living beings. He came from all living beings, and then built a new relationship with all living beings by serving as a bridge between gods and believers. While the Seven Sinners were thinking, they had already arrived before His throne. At this time, the bright moon in the sky was exceptionally bright, and countless moonlight gathered into a huge river surging down. In the moonlight, a goddess came to the world, stepped on his throne first, and looked down at him from above. "Tonight, your journey to godhood ends here!" The goddess's cold voice matches the moonlight perfectly. The Seven Evil Lords' minds trembled, and they returned to their bodies from the sky. He looked up at the sky, and saw the bright moon, which was brighter and clearer than ever before. Tsukuyomi-sama? It couldn't be Him. It’s the new moon god at Tsukimi Shrine! After just a little thought, the Seven Sinners guessed the identity of the goddess who had just jumped out to stop him from ascending to the throne. On the Shinto path to godhood, the other party had gone further than He had, so he could use the moon tonight to successfully interfere with Him. But it was just a distraction. The Grand Ceremony of Conferring the Gods was still going on, and there were still many living beings who recognized themselves as gods. What can a Moon God who has not yet recovered from his peak do to Him? In the stands, the expression of the Grand Priest Daijo suddenly changed. He quickly picked up the teacup on the table with both hands and took a sip to suppress his trembling heart. No one probably noticed yet? The Grand Priest looked around and saw that no one noticed the slight change just now, and his nervous mood eased a little. "This grand ceremony of conferring the gods is about to end."
As Iori Fubuki spoke, she placed her right hand on the sword case and gently stroked the surface of the sword case with her left hand. "Someone will stop Him. Don't be impulsive." Iori Miyaji quickly spoke up to stop it, to prevent his daughter from becoming the first to be blamed. "Manjusri Sword, I can't wait to start the sword." Iori Fubuki murmured softly and was about to open the sword case. At this moment, there was a commotion on the altar. A Vajra appeared, leaped out of the crowd, and punched hard at the Seven Sinners in the center of the altar. It was a red statue with one face and two arms, round and bulging eyes, wearing a dragon helmet, red armor, and holding a dragon in his hand. He was the Western Heavenly King Guangmuzun. Vajra body in Buddhism? presumptuous! The old priest standing on the left side of the Heart Sea Priest stretched out his bony palm to block the punch from the Western Guangmu Zuntianwang. A slight clicking sound was heard, and the old priest's face changed slightly. He took a step back with his right foot to relieve the fierce force. "That's all." The old priest stood with his hands behind his back, enduring the intense pain from his five fingers. He just glanced at Takeda Saburo, and several priests immediately came to deal with it. "You are worthy of becoming a god!" Seeing the priests of Meiji Shrine surrounding him, Saburo Takeda used his sturdy body to push through the crowd and rushed towards the altar. It's like a tank running at full speed, rushing towards you! The priests who were blocking the way were knocked away. They wanted to cast Shinto spells, but there were too many onlookers here, and casting spells at close range would definitely hurt innocent people. He was tied up for a moment and was rushed directly to the altar by Takeda Saburo. The Seven Sinners still had a smile on their faces, with no intention of taking action at all. This scene is very good. People who act impulsively have already lost the initiative and will also implicate others. How dare the little King Kong come to my temple and act wild! The face of the Heart Sea Priest was filled with anger. He lightly tapped his right index finger, and countless chains emerged from the void, tightly wrapping around the Western Heavenly King Guangmu. At the same time, he stretched out the five fingers of his left hand and silently chanted a magic spell. A mountain slowly fell down and pressed steadily on the Western Heavenly King Guangmu Zun. This is a true mountain god! Under the pressure of a weight comparable to that of a mountain, the Western King Guangmu Zuntian was bent over, and Takeda Saburo, who rushed to the altar, was also bent over. One of his knees pressed heavily on the ground, leaving a circle of broken spider patterns. To the ordinary onlookers, this scene was like a young man suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, rushed to the altar, and knelt on one knee. Takeda Saburo, who was unable to stand up due to the pressure, wanted to open his mouth to denounce the Seven Sinners, but the priest Xinhai exerted more force on him. The mountain pressing on the head of the Western King Guangmu Zuntian became much heavier, forcing Takeda Saburo to kneel on the ground, unable to even open his mouth.
"I remember you. You are a young monk from Weilian Ancient Temple, under the tutelage of Master Liansheng, right?" An old priest spoke in a sinister tone, "You are here to perform this great ceremony. Did Master Liansheng ask you to celebrate the Grand Ceremony of the Gods tonight?" "..." Saburo Takeda raised his head with difficulty and glared angrily, but he couldn't utter a word. "It can't be that Master Liansheng asked you to come and destroy the Grand Ceremony of the Gods in my shrine, right?" Another old priest spoke, his eyes sweeping across the crowd of onlookers, focusing on the few Buddhist practitioners with long hair hidden in the crowd. I want to see if they will stand up and expose the conflict between Shintoism and Buddhism in front of so many news media. His eyes swept across the faces of those people one by one. Without exception, although they were angry, they all lowered their heads silently and chose to be cowards. Haha, what kind of Buddha has anger and can be transformed into a Vajra King? They are just a bunch of laymen who know how to judge the situation. How can they talk about the pure-hearted and abstinent Buddhist practice? ridiculous! The old priest was about to retract his gaze when his field of vision suddenly went blank. No one was seen, even the bright moon in the sky disappeared, leaving only a vast expanse of white. An unknown desire began to emerge, becoming stronger and stronger until it felt like a raging fire burning my body! Burning with desire? The old priest's heart moved, and he suddenly felt that he hadn't used it for nearly 40 years. Is this the second spring of my life? His mouth was dry, and he unconsciously licked his lips. It's so hot. I really want to take off these clothes that are in the way... When this thought came to his mind, the white world in the old priest's vision disappeared, and in its place appeared a graceful woman whom he had longed for in his youth. She was still in her early 20s, and her every smile and frown still fascinated him as before. She just stood there, gave him a look, and gently hooked a finger, which was enough to make his heart flutter. No extra actions or words are required, just stand there quietly. She is so beautiful! Especially the pair of eyes looking at him, just like before, with three parts of disdain, three parts of sarcasm, and four parts of indifference. The old priest had blurry eyes, and he lay on the ground on all fours, wagging his tail at the graceful woman like a dog. (End of this chapter)