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

Squeeze and spread it out softly, covering and pressing the entire back.

"Is the money enough?" Fang Zuo asked as he listened to Shiraishi Nagimitsu slowly talking about what happened today.

"That's enough. Money is the foundation of being a legislator, but the more money you have, the more likely you are to win. Otherwise, the richest people would be the leaders of these electoral countries. Ultimately, all the election advertising and those illegal vote-buying operations only attract voters who don't care about the election and are undecided." Shiraishi Nagimitsu reached over and hugged the man.

"More voters care about their own interests and are determined to support their ideal candidates. These are the core base."

"I came back so late today because I visited the communities I served."

"So I walked so much today that my feet are all bruised." The man closed his eyes in comfort as he felt the huge, soft massage on his back, and the occasional strokes brought more touch.

"It's your fault, actually." Shiraishi Nagimitsu pouted in grievance, her hands clasping the man's shoulders, her body rubbing against him, "It's you who made my skin more and more delicate and smooth."

"Then I won't eat breakfast anymore~."

"No~~, I have to eat it every day~." Shiraishi Nagi's eyes were as charming as silk, and she lowered her head and bit the man's shoulder fiercely: "It hurts, so be it, let me die of pain~, the more pain the better~."

Abe Nojaku did not rest at this time either.

Wearing a kimono, she knelt on the tatami at the top of the family hall.

She still had European and American makeup on, and her plump buttocks and wine glass legs were hidden in the loose kimono.

"Then this election will be the same as usual, and I will rely on you all." Abe Noja bowed slightly.

Kneeling in two rows below, the heads of the major alliance families returned the greetings and stated, "Rest assured, Senator Abe, there will be no outside advertising entering our business hub. The votes of all the company employees and their families will be safe."

"Where is Shiraishi Nagimitsu? What is she doing? Is there any news about her?" Abe Noja frowned and suddenly thought of his old rival.

"Someone saw her visiting the community residents she had served this afternoon," said a middle-aged man crawling below.

"Visiting the people?" Abe Nojaku's brows furrowed even deeper. "Even if she ran herself to pieces, how many houses could she visit? How many people could she visit? With so many people in each constituency, what effect would visiting a few grains of sand have? What is she doing?"

"Maybe he's trying his best to win back votes," the middle-aged man said. "Many political families aren't optimistic about Shiraishi Nagimitsu. After all, his opponent is coming at him with such force, almost losing money. Few can withstand such a tactic, not to mention Shiraishi Nagimitsu doesn't have a family to back him up."

"Shiraishi Nagimitsu, what are you thinking about? Please don't let me down..." Abe Noja raised her eyebrows, thinking that Shiraishi Nagimitsu would not do such a futile thing, but she couldn't think of the meaning of her doing so.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu was already asleep at this moment.

Soaking in the bathtub, the warm water soothed her fatigue. She completely relaxed and fell asleep on Fang Zuo's back.

Knowing that she had to get up early to continue visiting many constituencies, Fang Zuo carried the sleeping Shiraishi Nagimitsu to bed.

Fang Zuo looked at the sleeping Shiraishi Nagimitsu, casually set up a concealment magic circle, and began to refine the power of the incense he had plundered these days.

He separated a wisp of his soul and merged it into the incense, shaping the incense into a body for himself, then broke through the void and slowly merged into the incense barrier.

In the chaos, he was searching for the mark left by the soul last time.

In order to prevent the Eight-Foot Lady from discovering him again, Fang Zuo deliberately kept the mark away from the ancient city before his soul died.

After a long time, Fang Zuo appeared in a busy downtown area.

As early as when he broke through the incense barrier, Fang Zuo discovered that the small world of the kingdom of God created by Shintoism was not as huge as the small worlds of Taoist ancestors and Buddhas recorded in the classics, but it was the same size as the island nation of Japan.

This should be the limit of the world of incense under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao. If people want to develop a larger incense world, they must launch religious wars, seize more lands, and cultivate more believers.

When Fang Zuo came to this world, he discovered that the changes therein contained some mysterious techniques.

The downtown area here is very similar to the Yokohama Port near Tokyo.

The difference is that there are no high-rise buildings, and the newest building is just a single-family house from the Showa era.

The streets are crowded with cars, almost all of which are from before the 80s.

But the various facilities inside are modeled after modern ones.

Televisions, electrical appliances, cars, everything you need is available.

There are all kinds of catering and retail.

The pedestrians on the street are dressed differently, including clothes from the Showa era, modern clothes, black stockings and JK uniforms.

There are also many people dressed as Warring States warriors, coming and going in a ferocious manner.

Fang Zuo felt like he had stumbled into a film set that blended thousands of years of Japanese life into one, creating a sense of absurdity.

Fang Zuo looked at the surrounding scenery, closed his eyes and felt the environment of this world of incense.

There is not a trace of spiritual energy, only air, sunlight and water composed of incense.

He reached out and touched the wall of a nearby building, slowly exploring it with his limited spiritual power.

It was exactly what I thought.

Everything in this kingdom of God is the same as what was sliced ​​out of Momonogi Kana's little world.

All of it is made of incense.

In other words, these physical objects do not have the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, nor do they have the two energies of yin and yang. They are all made up of incense and burning candles.

Is it a kind of hallucination?

Like an illusion, but not an illusion.

It is the most real experience.

Fang Zuo didn't know how to explain this structure in words, as it was not something he was good at.

Perhaps if Zhou Yuanyan were here, he would get more explanations.

What exactly is this world? Fang Zuo asked himself.

He thought of what Zhou Yuanyan had said to him.

他 说:

If a person has a physical body but is always asleep, and has everything in his dreams and everything is real, then to some extent this is eternal life.

He can choose to leave the dream or stay here forever.

So, is this still a dream?

So, what will you choose?

Yes, maybe you can say that he is living in a dream, and you will definitely choose to leave this dream and return to the body.

However, if a person loses his body, he will still live forever in a dream-like world like this.

There is no way back.

So, is this still a dream?

Fang Zuo did not try to find out the answer.

This kind of seemingly true but actually false question is not something you should ponder.

What I need is a way to find eternal life from these places.

Your own way of eternal life, instead of living in the so-called eternal kingdom of God like these people.

Or, find a way to advance to the next level.

"Get out of the way." A big man wearing a black kimono, wooden clogs and a tea-whisker bun pushed Fang Zuo away, glared at him, and turned away.

Fang Zuo sneered and followed the big man.

The big man turned and entered an alley next to a house.

Fang Zuo followed closely in.

"How dare you follow me?" The man with the tea-whisker bun suddenly turned around, pulled out a samurai sword from his waist, looked Fang Zuo up and down, and said with a sneer, "Show me your family crest. Which family do you belong to?"

Seeing that Fang Zuo was unmoved and still looking at him without saying a word.

The big man said disdainfully, "A fellow without even a family crest? Then leave your incense and I'll let you go."

Fang Zuo didn't have time to talk to him. He spent his energy and soul, and as his mind expanded, the pressure appeared instantly.

"You are a god..." The big man showed a look of fear on his face, and then he was crushed into a pile of rotten meat by this pressure.

Fang Zuo didn't want to waste his spiritual power from a distance, so he walked closer to the rotten meat, frowned, reached his hand into the bloody fragments, closed his eyes and sensed it.

In this kingdom of God composed entirely of incense, he could feel that his body, shaped by incense, was gradually weakening with every minute and every second.

The Shinto incense in the body is being invisibly drawn away by this world, then swallowed up and merged into one.

My own soul cannot bind them.

I feel like a dried-out clay figure, with no stickiness, and pieces of mud keep falling off as I walk.

And in this incense body, the incense that he had plundered from the Christian churches was being rejected by this world and was slowly disappearing.

If this continues, the incense we have accumulated this time will not last long.

Fang Zuo sensed the flesh and blood of the big man in his hand.

The touch is exactly the same as the real thing.

The only difference is that if it is in the original world, the corpse will gradually rot every minute and every second, and finally return to the world.

And here, the big man's soul was crushed by himself.

His corpse was like his own incense body, being slowly absorbed by this kingdom of God every minute and every second.

In other words, everyone here is made up of souls and incense, just like himself.

Fang Zuo recalled the time when he accompanied Yingkong Hutao to the Shinto cult and casually crushed a hairless god to death, just like this big man.

It's nothing more than that the soul of that god becomes more powerful through the incense offerings, and there is an extra mark of heaven and earth in the soul, which is the so-called deity.

Taoism does have this method of using incense to achieve advancement.

In every stage of Taoism, refining Qi into spirit is the Yuanying.

The next step of Yuanying is to hide it mysteriously, guard it silently, and gather the vitality of heaven and earth to nourish it.

After the success, the spirit will be refined back to emptiness and the infant's yang spirit will emerge.

Taoist texts record that there are five ways to become an immortal after reaching the Nascent Soul stage.

Ghost immortals, human immortals, earth immortals, god immortals, and celestial immortals.

Gathering the dead energy from the underworld, feeding it to the primordial infant, and even achieving a yang god, is called a ghost immortal.

Gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nourishing it to the Nascent Soul, and even achieving the Yang God, is to become a human immortal.

Gathering the blessings of the blessed land, nourishing the primordial infant, and even achieving the Yang God, is to become an earthly immortal.

Gathering the creation of the thirty-six layers of heaven, nourishing it to the Nascent Soul, and even achieving the Yang God, is to be a celestial immortal.

Gathering the power of incense from the mortal world, nourishing it to the Nascent Soul, and even achieving the Yang God, is to become a god.

There are too many disasters for ghost immortals, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate them. Only cultivators who have achieved the state of military liberation will take this path.

In this world today, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been completely lost, and the path to becoming an immortal has been almost cut off. Not to mention becoming an immortal, even I am the only Nascent Soul left.

It is very difficult for cultivators nowadays to even achieve the Golden Elixir stage.

In this situation, it is almost impossible for another Nascent Soul cultivator to appear in the future.

As for the earthly immortals, there is no need to mention that the thirty-six caves and seventy-two blessed places have almost collapsed. Now they are all tourist attractions, stinky tofu, big sausages, steamed bread, milk tea and other small commodities.

The place was crowded and the atmosphere was foul.

Besides, he is not the ancestor of earthly immortals, and there is the best blessing of the paradise in the backyard - the ginseng fruit tree.

Speaking of celestial beings, they naturally have to ascend to heaven and be recorded in the heavenly register before they can absorb the power of creation in the thirty-six heavens.

However, his own ascension failed, and two predecessors who had ascended to heaven returned to the human world.

Although I don’t know why the two seniors came back, I believe that the path to ascension for the immortals has been cut off.

As for becoming an immortal, one also needs to ascend to heaven and obtain the seal of the Three Pure Ones or the approval of the Heavenly Court before being allocated incense and allowed to build temples and erect statues on earth.

To some extent, they are just like the gods in these divine kingdoms.

Even so, the power of incense in the human world has become so weak, and I am afraid that the gods are as weak as these so-called gods.

Fang Zuo's original idea was to plunder the power of these incense sticks and the divine kingdom to refine them into the Nascent Soul, but the endless noisy voices of believers represented countless causal forces.

If you are not of this lineage, you cannot integrate at all.

There must be some way.

Fang Zuo threw the big man's body parts away, clapped his hands and shook off the blood.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" A woman passing by the alley saw Fang Zuo and the big man's bodies and screamed in fear: "Murder!!!"