People are in Zongman, the mastermind behind the revival of spiritual energy Chapter 219

Chapter 219 He is God…

Yoshinobu Rakuganji listened to the advice.

I felt that what Conan said made sense.

Mingming wouldn’t die if he used the spell less often.

At most, it would be less convenient and they would have more trouble doing things.

This made Conan secretly relieved.

He wiped a cold sweat with great relief.

Sugawara Bokuto’s reaction made him make a decision.

If these people from the other world don’t listen to the advice, then he has to cut off contact with them quickly.

After that.

They walked towards the Onmyoji headquarters again.

But just after entering the barrier, the two were thrown out by an old man with a sullen face.

“Get out! Get as far as you can!”

Stand up and pat his collar.

Yoshinobu Rakuganji pulled up Conan, who was in pain, with an expressionless face.

At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance of being a first-class sorcerer.

A Sugawara wooden man, who was hard to see through.

A Hashimoto Kyoaki, who pressed him and beat him.

He suddenly felt that he might have seen this world in a “small way”.

Maybe they also have special-class sorcerers?

Or maybe Hashimoto Kyoaki has the strength of a special-class sorcerer?

Anyway, in the barrier, the oppressive feeling Hashimoto Kyoaki gave him was vaguely a bit of the special-class style except for Gojo Satoru.

Forget Gojo Satoru.

This guy is not on the same level as other special-class sorcerers, because he can blow up the streets.

“Are you still going?”

Conan asked cautiously.

These two are still good.

The remaining Myōji is far beyond imagination.

After all,

Mother Sanzhi is sitting in Mingwang Temple, guarding the peerless demon.

Moreover.

If you accidentally anger Mother Sanzhi, you can ask the gods for help.

“Go.”

Rakuganji Yoshinobu took a deep breath.

After experiencing it twice, he is now somewhat unwilling to accept it.

Interesting…

Forget about myself.

If Gojo Satoru was here, how could he tolerate these people’s arrogance?

But don’t use the dark spell again.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Hearing this.

Conan carefully told the other party the etiquette that needed to be paid attention to.

Mingwang Temple is different from the two shrines he experienced.

There are… ahem, things that cannot be said clearly.

But…

Looking at the back of Yoshinobu Rakuganji, Conan looked behind him with a little confusion.

Metropolitan Police Department…

Why haven’t they come yet?

Logically speaking, the Metropolitan Police Department must not be unaware of these two incidents.

Unable to figure out the cause, Conan always felt uneasy.

How about forgetting it?

“We’ve come this far, it’s not a good idea not to visit.”

Yoshinobu Rakuganji used Conan’s words to retort him.

Grit his teeth.

Leyan Temple Jiashen kept a tense expression.

Hopefully he won’t be thrown out this time.

Looking at the renovated Myojo Temple.

Leyan Temple Jiashen was very honest this time.

After getting ready, he stepped into the first torii gate.

However, in an instant.

It seemed as if the waves spreading from the consciousness level appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Namo the Buddha of the World Honored Ones…

Om, Sidhihu Lulu, Sidulu, Zhilibo, Jilipo…

Nammo Samantabhadra, Mudana, Aparadi, Heduoshe…

The vast and unison chanting of mantras burst out in an instant.

It seemed as if countless novice monks were praying devoutly.

It seemed as if an extremely huge Buddha was preaching scriptures.

Perhaps it was just a momentary illusion.

His eyes were dazed for a moment.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu came back to his senses.

There was no magnificent view of the Western Paradise in front of him.

There was only that seemingly ordinary Myōoji Temple.

Is it an illusion…

Rakuganji Yoshinobu looked a little confused.

He pinched the soft flesh of his arm hard.

It hurts…

It’s not an illusion.

It’s hard for him, a first-level sorcerer, to have an illusion.

So.

It’s true…

“………”

Then, there is one thing he has to confirm.

Can Gojo Satoru do the “illusion” just now?

Obviously not.

Gojo Satoru’s technique may be more powerful, but it can’t shock the magnificent beauty.

For a moment.

He seemed to have really seen the Western Paradise.

“By the way, Conan, which Buddha is enshrined in the Mingwang Temple?”

“Hmm? Didn’t I tell you? It’s Mingwang, the main Acala, and the other four Mingwang…”

Ah…

So it’s Mingwang…

Then the phrase Namo Shizun Mingwang Buddha… (To read the violent novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

The heart is trembling.

The face is suddenly pale.

A “fact” that suddenly woke him up completely shattered his unconvinced mind.

Only the panic and fear remained.

The scene that was too vast was almost imprinted in his heart.

It was not an illusion.

The goose bumps that kept popping up on the wrinkled skin proved this.

Cold sweat slid down unconsciously, occasionally falling to the ground along his chin.

He suddenly felt his legs a little weak.

Somewhat unstable.

He found that he seemed to have overlooked a very important point.

Is there a god in this world…

Based on the initial impression of Conan, the little kid, they preconceived that the current world should be similar to the original world…

This is also the important reason why Yoshinobu Rakuganji never panicked from beginning to end.

Because the Gojo Satoru in their world is a geniusProdigy. []

If I come to this world, I should be able to crush those in the supernatural realm.

That’s what he originally thought.

Now?

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and at the end, he grabbed Conan’s arm very quickly.

As the other party screamed “pain, pain, pain”, his eyes were bloodshot and his voice was hoarse.

“Little ghost, are you saying that in this world…

there are gods?”

One sentence.

The atmosphere between the two was subtle.

Conan was shocked by Leyanji Yoshinobu’s courage.

He didn’t even dare to mention the extremely supernatural person, but this old man dared to mention “God”?

Aren’t you afraid of really getting involved in the “bad fate” that can’t be thrown away?

And Leyanji Yoshinobu was waiting desperately.

Waiting for Conan to give him the answer he wanted most.

God…

The concept of “God” is too significant.

The power of “God” is too oppressive.

Rakuganji Yoshinobu is now suspicious.

Does this world really have God…

If it does.

Is the appearance of several of them the work of God?

If it does.

What does their original world represent to God?

Pasture? Or something else?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened Rakuganji Yoshinobu became.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he felt in his heart.

If he really stepped into the sight of “God”…

For a moment, 5.3.

The numbing horror forced Rakuganji Yoshinobu’s eyes to turn red.

“Tell me! Is there a …” in this world?

Buzz——————

A mysterious and peaceful sound spread out.

The eyes of Yoshinobu Rakuganji and Conan blurred for a moment.

The scene in front of them was undoubtedly no longer the Myōji Temple.

It was the water surface under the night.

They stood on the water surface.

The ripples followed their footsteps.

In the distance.

A kind old woman was making tea at a table on the water surface.

Behind her.

A huge shrine was far away.

There was no great power spreading.

However, Yoshinobu Rakuganji had an idea in his mind.

God…

He is God…

(I beg you every day, begging for flowers and money from Master Shuizhu!

Pah, kneel down to Master Shuizhu!).