Chapter 36 A shrine that should not exist

Perhaps driven by Lu Zhao's actions of sucking incense, the air was very thin in the air a millimeter above the ground.

"Hmm? Resentment?"

"It seems that it's here!"

Afar, Lu Zhao could feel the qi of blood from the sea of ​​corpses and mountains of blood coming from inside. Although it was an illusion or feeling, Lu Zhao seemed to have really smelled the disgusting bloody smell and resentment.

Resentment is the predecessor of resentment. If there is a pure yin corpse, it can be used to gather the conditions of the ten resentment bodies of heaven and earth in the six yin times, and transform it into an immortal to block the food of immortals, Buddha blocks and kills Buddhas, transcends the three realms, and immortalizes the zombies in the six realms.

This is not the kind of puppet zombie refined by the Taoist priest of Maoshan, but a real demon corpse, a demon corpse embryo body with the potential to achieve the Demon Sect Emperor.

But it is rare to be hostile. If you want to get enough hostility, you don’t rely on anything else, just kill, endless killing, and torture.

Although people on the Earth Star have died with resentment every day for nearly a hundred years, the total amount of these resentment is not enough to give birth to demon corpses.

As for where Lu Zhao knew about these, it doesn’t matter.

What's important is that his destination has arrived!

A building that I have seen online, the ancient style structure with clear edges and angularities, the plaque with a very ancient charm, and the "Jingguo Shrine" on it.

finally!

After several years, Lu Zhao came to the gate of the Jingguo Shrine in Kyoto, a country that made him angry.

What catches your eye is a huge and prominent mansion. Through the walls, you can see through all the halls in the entire courtyard. The ancient Fusang building complex has unique artistic and historical characteristics.

[I don’t want to describe how good Jingguo Shrine is, and more vividly described. I will not cheat the word count when I go to invite the Kuma to have tea myself!]

"Bah, where is my anger? It turns out it's this ghost place!"

Lu Zhao, who grew up in the secular world, is not unfamiliar with this shrine, because this shrine is the Yasukuni Shrine that is notorious in the minds of all Chinese people.

Lu Zhao nodded, took a deep breath, suppressing his thoughts of overturning this shrine. Although destroying such a shrine is nothing to Lu Zhao. But he knew that destroying a Yasukuni Shrine, with the attitude of Fusang, he would build a second and a third one.

Therefore, destroying a shrine is not the fundamental principle. What is really about destroying is their hearts and letting them understand the principle of being a human being with their tails in their hands.

The existence of Yasukuni Shrine is just like the Fusang people making up the history of invading China in textbooks. This is their mentality, a mentality that will never repent for the war of invading China.

Lu Zhao's eyes flashed, and a cold smile appeared, as if he had predicted something that would happen in the future.

Although there are many places to seek the gods in Fusang now, and there are no 10,000 sacrificial places of all sizes, and there are eight thousand sacrificial places in total. But in fact, most of them are Shintoism, and this religion is deeply rooted in Fusang.

Shintoism is divided into shrine shinto and sect shinto. Large temples like the Seiko Shrine, centered on traditional shrines, belong to shinto shinto.

Almost every Fusamian visits the shrine, especially when he is born, married and died, he will definitely deal with the shrine, even if he is a believer in other religions, so almost everyone is regarded as the son of a certain shrine.

In a sense, mastering the Shinto of the Shrine is equivalent to mastering the entire nation. Therefore, before the war, the Fusang militarist authorities established a "national Shinto" with shrine shrine as the main body.

After the fascist invasion ended, in order to prevent the resurrection of militarism, the Allied headquarters occupied Fuso issued Shinto orders to the Fuso government, abolished the national Shinto and implemented the separation of church and religion.

But as a typical representative of shrine shrine, Jingguo Shrine still embodies the national faith of Fusang. Don’t you see that the Emperor Fusang every year has to represent Fusang’s national will and worship those cruel executioners?

No matter what Lu Zhao's current mentality is, as a post-80s generation, Lu Zhao was also a generation who received patriotic education since childhood. Although adults should look at the problem dialectically, this does not hinder Lu Zhao's hatred of the Jingguo Shrine.

"If you kill my compatriots, you can't just forget it if you don't reflect on it. You have to go to worship. This is not a slap in my face. I hate slap in my face the most in my life!"

This is Lu Zhao's voice, and it cannot be said that the blood feud between the two tribes is not as good as Lu Zhao's face. This may be just a kind of understanding of patriotic education. After all, as far as the current situation is concerned, Lu Zhao has connected his qi and China.

I have a conclusion in my mind, and this matter is considered to be accustomed to.

As soon as the Yin hour arrives, a bright moon hangs in the sky and sprinkles a cold light to cover the entire Tokyo city. But unlike the city center, the Jingguo Shrine at night is very quiet, accompanied by the whistling wind, like a ghost!

Under such circumstances, the sound of chanting scriptures came from the Jingguo Shrine, which made Tokyo at night feel a strange atmosphere.

There were fewer pedestrians on the road, and no believers worshipping war criminals walked out of the shrine. Lu Zhao restrained all his breath and silently disappeared behind the corner.

I deeply felt the strange landform formed by the sky-like hostility in front of me, and the gaze was slightly moved, and the scene of the sea of ​​blood was reflected in my eyes.

This is obviously the protection array of Jingguo Shrine has been opened, forming a black soul mist, as if there were countless unjust souls and wild ghosts inside, endless wails and endless wails.

With a casual look, I saw a demon guarding the gate, a fat monster as fat as a pig, whipping a wronged soul enslaved by him, forcing the wronged soul to become resentful.

At this moment, Lu Zhao realized where the anger came from!

Woo woo...

The soul of a baby hugged the leg of the gatekeeper ghost and screamed, as if hoping that the evil spirit would not whip the wronged soul of the adult woman again.

"Get out!" The ghost shouted loudly, slapped his right hand forward, and suddenly a powerful force rushed out. The baby snorted lightly, and his soul couldn't help but move to the side.

“Huhu…”

A wisp of black resentment overflowed from the mother and son.

"Master, please let go of my mother!" The baby murmured, clenching his fists hard. Although he was a baby, his consciousness was tens of years old. At this moment, he did not have the ability to save his mother, so he could only beg for the whole thing.

Although Lu Zhao did not take action and just watched from the side, his face twisted, and his whole body exuded murderous intent, anger and heartache.

If Lu Zhao was to say that he was killing people, he was killed by the entire Hidden Demon Cave and killed tens of thousands of lives. However, Lu Zhao was also a person who valued love and righteousness, and would treat his relatives honestly with the country.

This is the extreme. If you don’t provoke me, I won’t provoke you on your own initiative, but once you take action, I will take revenge ten times or a hundred times. He will eventually be the one who will retaliate against the vengeance.

"Child, it doesn't matter, mom, mom can hold on, you can go away!"

"No, I won't leave, I want to protect my mom!"

Two simple words touched Lu Zhao's heart. Protected that even a wronged soul is like this. As the king of the Five Directions and the god, is Lu Zhao not as good as a child?

Lu Zhao's straight body, which was as tall as a jade pillar, suddenly shook violently after hearing the words of the baby's wronged soul, and his pupils shrank sharply. His face suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were dull as he looked at everything that happened on the corpse mountain in front of him.

His eyes were red and he seemed to be dripping blood, staring at the mountain of corpse in front of him, and murmured: "Cultivation, the Gods protect him."

God, with extraordinary power, should naturally bear corresponding responsibilities. This is the destiny of every God and cannot escape it.

Before this, Lu Zhao had no heart of a strong man at all. He only thought of retreating to practice Taoism and seeking immortality after protecting his family. He did not dare. Even though the last conversation with the inner demon made him understand the path that the gods should take, he was unwilling to truly bear his destiny. He always thought that it was someone else's business and he could just push the hands behind the scenes.

What is a god? Lu Zhao had no time to think about it for two years. It was not until now that he understood why the crack in his mind could not be repaired.

The five-way land king is a god and a responsibility, and it belongs to Lu Zhao's destiny. This throne gave Lu Zhao the ability to turn the world, prompting Lu Zhao to move towards a world that truly belongs to the cultivator.

Lu Zhao laughed at himself and said, "Ha, I didn't expect that before, I always said that when China was invaded, those cultivators hid in the mountains and couldn't come out. I didn't expect that I could actually be the same person who shrank his head."

Since Lu Zhao embarked on the road of divineness, he never thought of taking on his destiny in the past. He had never thought that he should do anything else in his own way in practicing hard, besides protecting his family.

But now, the sound of the soul in the baby's form, calling for mercy has awakened the destiny that remains deep in Lu Zhao's heart. This is a kind of improvement of self-knowledge.

This is a sense of responsibility. All the world is the divine land, let alone the Chinese people. Lu Zhao's anger seemed to be ignited, and an indescribable anger erupted from his body.

At this time, Lu Zhao was like a volcano that had accumulated over countless years and had not erupted. At this moment, he erupted, and what he was next was endless anger and endless murderous intent.

At this moment, the sky changed, and the sky suddenly shone with thunder, roaring by in the rumbling rumbling. Raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky and fell on the ground, making a rustling sound.

Lu Zhao in the rain looked like a demon god, looking at the direction of the Jingguo Shrine from afar.

He once had the concept of the murdered soul of China on his own face. In other words, in the eyes of his compatriots who were killed in the war of aggression, it was related to the issue of face. He was slapped by the Fusang people for no reason.

But now, the scene in front of him made him feel how idiotic his previous thoughts were. He never dreamed that his compatriots would not even rest in peace after death, be enslaved, and never be reborn.

For decades, for cultivators who have worked hard to practice, they may not be able to even improve one level, but for the evil spirits that devour other souls, cultivate evil spirits, and even enslave the spirit of wronged souls, decades are enough for them to upgrade to an unimaginable horrifying state.

Lu Zhao rushed into the illusion of the sea of ​​blood with one go. Suddenly, the sky and the earth darkened, and the entire sky seemed to be covered by a dark curtain, and the entire earth seemed to have turned into a blood river hell at this moment.

The boundless, endless roaring souls, and the roaring sounds echoed immediately.

I saw souls struggling from the Blood River, countless unjust souls wailing on the mountain of corpses, densely packed between heaven and earth.

Lu Zhao's target was the evil ghost who was whipping slave souls on the illusion of the corpse mountain and wearing the uniform of the imperial army.

In the mountain of corpse, blood evil ghosts were comfortably sucking the resentment that emanated from the mother and son. Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, a trace of light appeared in his eyes. He looked up at the illusion and saw a young man wearing an ancient robe coming from afar.

"Blood evil ghost!" On the bluestone street outside the illusion, the cold wind whistled by at this moment, rolling up layers of rain and drifting around.

As the rain drifted and flew, an illusory figure slowly walked towards the distance. The figure became more and more solid, and finally, the figure of Lu Zhao appeared ten feet outside the illusion gate.

At this moment, Lu Zhao's face was cold and his eyes were calm. His eyes fell into the illusion, and the blood evil ghost with a shocked face was on the body.

The blood evil ghost shrank his eyes and stared at Lu Zhao. After a while, he said gloomyly: "Cultivator!"

He looked normal on the surface, but he couldn't hide his shock inside. Why didn't he expect that the monk in front of him would be unaffected by the illusion of corpses and blood seas?

It should be noted that for cultivators, the perseverance is always something that is terrified, but the monk in front of him can be unaffected, so how can he not be alarmed by the blood evil spirits?

"snort!"

The evil ghost's nostrils made a slight hum. At this moment, he saw that the young man in white could come to the air. Although he knew that the other party's strength was not low, he was not afraid at all.

"Stop, this place is the forbidden area of ​​Fusang, please do not be near it!" the evil ghost roared.

Lu Zhao had no birds and continued to move forward.

"Baga, you really dare to break into the corpse and blood sea of ​​my Jingguo Shrine!" The blood evil ghost shouted loudly.

Lu Zhao looked cold and stepped forward again.

With a loud "boom", I saw that where Lu Zhao stepped on, countless cracked patterns suddenly appeared, spreading wildly forward, and in a blink of an eye it extended into the illusion.

"Broken!" Lu Zhao vomited lightly.

With a rumbling sound, half of the illusion suddenly collapsed and turned into ashes and disappeared.

His face immediately changed drastically, and he was suddenly moved away from all directions by a powerful force. The evil ghost's eyes showed an incredible look, staring at Lu Zhao straight at him and said in a lost voice: "Have you reached the realm of a Chinese immortal!"
To be continued...