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"Hey, you can actually understand it? You are worthy of being the chief priestess of Japan." Kaima praised.
It was a sincere compliment. Not to mention today, even back then, there were only a few shrine maidens who were willing to devote themselves to practice. They were more willing to enjoy the glory and convenience brought by the identity of a shrine maiden, nothing more.
"I'm not the chief, the chief miko is His Royal Highness Saiou."
This is an insurmountable burden. As a court maiden, Kagura puts herself above the royal family, which she dare not admit.
"What can that old woman who can't even dance Kagura do?" Kaima stopped dwelling on the topic. "You asked me what I summoned? Of course, it's the god who can make Mount Fuji erupt."
It knows that it is just a small subordinate god, unworthy of being called a god, and can only show off its power in front of humans. How can it make Mount Fuji erupt? Mount Fuji is the sacred mountain of the island country. In a sense, it is a symbol of the country's national destiny.
Even if one is a god, if one wants to influence the destiny of a country, he will suffer the backlash.
It is not afraid of backlash, but even if it risks its soul being shattered and uses a large number of divine weapons as a medium, it is far from being able to do it. Only a supreme god like Sanguizi can detonate Mount Fuji.
San Guizi is dedicated to upholding the orthodoxy of the human world, so of course he won't help it.
So Kaima summoned another god who was more noble than the three noble sons, but who hated the human world very much.
"Mother of the gods, creator of the world, supreme ruler of the netherworld! Trapped in a netherworld more filthy than filth, standing on a curse more noble than death."
Kagura already knew which deity Kaima wanted to summon.
But the way of heaven no longer allows gods to appear in the world. Since Sanguizi has fallen, it is impossible for Him who is more noble than Sanguizi to still exist.
However, as if in jest, the summoning spell was answered.
One after another, the sacred artifacts were trembling and resonating. This was clearly a phenomenon of the gods responding.
Kaima's face showed ecstasy.
The last straw actually exists.
Then it pronounced the divine name.
"The supreme lord of the underworld, Izanami-no-Mikoto!"
On the sacred altar, the concepts of life and death, the authority of the underworld and hell were mixed together. Just a trace of its breath was enough to make the demon collapse, but it didn't care. It accepted its own fate when it decided to use itself as a medium for summoning.
There is no doubt that God is present.
The true supreme god, the creator of this world. Kaima bowed his head tightly, it was such a humble follower of God, even looking at him was blasphemy.
"Did you summon me?"
It heard the voice of God. At this moment, it believed that it could be saved.
"Please, please make Mount Fuji erupt again, please let Lord Sakuya wake up again!" It heard its own voice and became distorted due to excitement. But it didn't matter, it did express its wish. Izanami, who also hated the human world, would definitely like to see the human world suffer.
but--
"I cannot fulfill this wish. It will cause many people to die, and Asama-sama, this god, has long ceased to exist in the world."
Because of His words, Mount Fuji calmed down.
Kaima was still in ecstasy a second ago, so he did not immediately understand the words. After a long while, he pondered over each word, and finally realized what God said.
Because she was too sad and desperate, Kaima raised her head regardless of status.
It was just a little girl, but Kaima knew very well that it was Izanami!
Kagura and Shimazu had also knelt down. Regardless of whether they usually worshipped Izanami, as shrine maidens they had to worship this supreme god with the utmost sincerity.
Before she bowed her head because of the coming of God, Kagura had already seen out of the corner of her eye that the face of the descending God was not unfamiliar to her, a person she could never imagine.
Izanami-no-Mikoto, and as a human she also has a name.
Reiya Oshima.
She is the shrine maiden of Tsukimine Shrine! Not long ago, she accepted Kagura's request and kept the Eight-foot Mirror for her.
The master of the underworld, the final destination of all souls.
He is Gaia, Izanami, Hou Tu Huang Di Ji, and Osiris.
Of course, if He wishes, He can also be Pangu, the incarnation of heaven and earth, or Jehovah who created the world in six days, because everything in the world was born because of Him.
He is the earth.
Chapter 267: The Second Dimension Castle
God is on the top of Mount Fuji.
Kaima could never have imagined that the god he had spent so much effort and even sacrificed himself to summon was actually the god he had encountered in the first place and from whom he had taken the Eight-foot Mirror back.
That is Izanami!
It was like fate was playing a joke on it.
Izanami did not accept the sacrifice, although he was fully qualified to do so. But perhaps in his eyes, a mere demon god like himself was not even qualified to be a sacrifice.
Kaima was not happy. She could no longer feel any other emotion except despair.
"It will definitely work. As long as Mount Fuji erupts, Lord Sakuya will definitely come back." He was not saying this to others, but only to himself.
Mount Fuji calmed down, and there was no more volcanic ash in the sky. At the bottom of Mount Fuji, Lunaticus, the moon rabbit monster, burped.
Ling wasn't sure whether she should interrupt the devil's fantasy.
At the foot of the mountain, the lion-like monster had been defeated by Ace, and the man with a lion head trapped inside was also rescued.
At the same time, Mount Fuji subsided, as if the volcano had really gone out because the monster had been defeated.
Ling would not strive for this credit, it was meaningless to her.
She opened her palms, and the sacred objects that were placed at various places at the Fuji Pass as ritual objects and sacrifices flew up and landed in front of Kagura.
"Kagura Miko, you should return these troubles to those shrines."
Lingya is not familiar with other shrines, so it would be better for Kagura to make the trip on her behalf.
She took a step back and disappeared into thin air, just like a spirit returning to the kingdom of God after descending from the sky. But in fact, she was just rushing home to finish her homework. She was halfway through writing her composition and had forgotten all about her inspiration.
As for the Devil
No matter what it had done, Ling would not say anything or do anything.
Because for a being that has chosen death, anything you do is unnecessary.
The divine body was broken.
There are shibazakura all over the mountains, and streams melted from the snow on Mount Fuji meander through them.
It seemed as if I could see the smile of Princess Sakuya among the flowers again. He had never left here, he was always here.
He said that if one does evil, He will destroy it with His own hands.
So Kaima was destroyed, disappeared among the moss pinks. What she said was always right.
"It turns out that the devil also has a soul."
Ling also felt emotional as she felt the soul returning to its original place.
So the gods should be the same. They didn't disappear, they just entered the cycle of reincarnation again.
Maybe we met accidentally and didn’t know each other.
Shimazu stood in the familiar field of shibazakura and suddenly felt a little sad. In his memory, it seemed as if there was always someone standing on the ridge of the field, looking at him from afar.
The distant memory may just be a dream, with fragments that cannot be pieced together. That person can no longer be found.
"Kaima, you never planned to live from the beginning."
"Maybe it's because life is so long and lonely."
She was just a witch without any magical power. She could do nothing but watch the end of the demon.
[Snow-covered, moss pinks fall in the mountain stream
The water flows and the song stops, the spring sunshine shines on the stone steps]
"What song is this?" Kagura asked.
Shimazu shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe it was a song in a dream."
"Really?" Kagura responded simply, "The melody is really ancient."
So both of them stopped talking.
The Eight-foot Mirror is still at the Tsukimine Shrine, and Bo Li hates it every day. Maybe it's not hatred, but reluctance.
The sacred artifact is enshrined in his own shrine, but he cannot tell anyone. He wears brocade clothes, but can only walk at night.
And finally the day came when Ise Jingu Shrine welcomed back the Yata Mirror.
"No!" Like a child in a rage, Lord Bo Li blocked the gate of the torii gate of Tsukimine Shrine.
The man has the attitude of being the only one standing guard over the enemy. If he is picking up the bride, he will definitely give a big red envelope.
"What do you want, Lord Boli?" Lord Kagura was not angry, but rather calm.
"I want to," he thought for a moment, "I want to hold a ceremony to admire the artifact here!"
"can."
Bo Li almost thought he had heard it wrong, Kagura agreed so easily.
"It was Tsukimine Shrine that found the Yata Mirror for us. This request is not too much."
As long as the public doesn't know that the Eight-foot Mirror was lost, there will be no problem.
"Well, well, I want to take the Eight-foot Mirror to Izumo Taisha Shrine and hold a ceremony to pay respect to it there!" Bo Li said, becoming more and more greedy.
"Of course you can, as long as you can guarantee the safety of the artifact."
Is this bitch really so easy to talk to? Bo Li was suspicious.
He didn't believe it. It was this woman who accused him of being a liar last year. She was very ruthless when she spoke.
He is a man of few profits but he loves face the most. He will bear a grudge for the rest of his life against anyone who makes him lose face - except for giving money. Giving money means being the boss.
Being teased casually is an insult to one's dignity. But if you pay them, it's like "Uncle, come and play often!"
He felt that the woman now, no, the respected Lord Kagura, was showing signs of developing into a master.
"Palace Master, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course, but the Eight-foot Mirror is a sacred artifact after all. If it is scratched in the process of moving, it would be disrespectful to the gods."