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

The golden chain formed from the law that Fang Zuo left for her was wrapped around her white, plump and soft feet.

Through this gold chain, Hebei Caiying could vaguely sense Fang Zuo's current situation.

The soul is constantly fluctuating, as if doing something frequently.

"Is Lord Devil in no danger?" the cat girl said, her pink ears fluttering.

"It's not dangerous, but it's very troublesome." Hebei Caiyi sighed, her eyes reddening a little. "I'm so useless. I can't help at all."

"Don't say that, Kitsune-chan." The cat girl also sighed, lying on the table, her little head buried in her arms, and said in a muffled voice: "The two of us can't help at all, it's so sad."

"He will be fine..." Hebei Caiying said softly.

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Inside the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.

Yui Oda finally finished her acting class for the day.

She just walked out of the meeting room.

"Yui-chan..." Kimitō called out to Oda Yui.

"Miss Jin, what's wrong?" Oda Yui turned around and said.

"Um...I want to ask, has your Onii-chan come back these days?" Jin Meiting said with a frown.

"No... Mom said he had something to do and would be away for a while." Oda Yui said in a low voice, shaking her head: "But I don't think so. From Mom's expression, I know that she doesn't know where Onii-chan has gone either."

"She thought she could hide it from me, but I'm not a child anymore. I didn't want her to worry, so I pretended to believe her."

"Is...that so?" Jin Meiting nodded and forced a smile.

On the way to the hotel room, the fear in my heart gradually grew.

If the boss really is gone, how can I fight against Samsung's boss Lee Jae-yong?

She was not sure she could deal with such a chaebol.

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Ariake Arena in Tokyo.

Inside the underground training room.

Shen Muli punched the dummy.

With a loud bang.

Then there was a 'crash' sound.

Dummies were scattered on the ground.

This is a training dummy specially ordered by Zhang Benhe.

Alloys, bulletproof cotton, etc., a fusion of various high-tech military materials.

The price is really high.

Shen Muli did not use any spiritual power.

Just relying on the power of Qi and blood, he was able to blow up this solid dummy with one punch.

Such a powerful punch earned the attention of the gladiators. This was the third training dummy that this little guy had broken today.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Benhe shouted, "You're so distracted and can't control your energy and blood. Did you practice this punch in vain?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang." Shen Muli said with a sad face, "I haven't seen Master in many days. I...I miss him so much. He never came to see me these days. Do you think he forgot about me, or is he in some danger?"

"You're overthinking it. Master Fang defeated one opponent after another in our country, seizing every resource to reach this level. Nothing in this island nation can stop him." Zhang Benhe shook his head. "He spends three to five months in seclusion at a time, sometimes several years at most. This is perfectly normal for him."

"But...if he has to stay in seclusion for so long, I will be old by the time he comes out." Shen Muli lowered her head.

[Also, is it okay for him to become an old man...?]

Shen Muli said this in her heart.

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Fang Zuozheng was stripping away the incense power that was bothering his soul one by one.

After these days, I have finally managed to strip away most of the power of the incense.

Fang Zuo opened his eyes and sensed something.

The soul that he had placed in the spiritual tool of Sakura Sora Kurumi had returned to Tokyo.

With a thought, the soul returns to the body.

Also brought something golden.

A powerful soul is wrapped in its own laws.

It turned out to be the case.

Fang Zuo slowly withdrew his own laws, but only slightly revealed some residual soul of Asura.

He could feel the surrounding spiritual energy being instantly devoured by this remnant soul.

And he vaguely felt that a thunder punishment was about to fall from the sky.

It was just like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder that struck him for a whole day and night.

Fang Zuo quickly wrapped the law around Asura's remaining soul again.

I dared not let out even a trace of breath.

Otherwise, if a heavy thunder strikes, even if he is fine, Shiraishi Nagimitsu's villa will be lost.

A wisp of spiritual soul slowly penetrated into the residual soul of the Asura child.

But not long after, Fang Zuo's face looked a little ugly and paler.

The remnant soul of the Asura child had completely lost its nature. His own soul entered, but before he could communicate, he was driven out by him.

But Fang Zuo was surprised to find that the power of incense and the distracting thoughts of countless believers attached to this driven-out soul were actually absorbed by the residual soul of the Asura child.

This gave Fang Zuo some ideas.

It is impossible for one's soul to contain the power of incense anymore.

But the Asura clan is not afraid of any external demons.

It's simply their ancestor.

To them, incense and distracting thoughts are like desserts. Neither their bodies nor their souls are disturbed by the power of incense.

If one has the Asura clan's method, it will be impossible for one's soul to enter the Asura path.

Even such a powerful clan ended up like this, and the Asura path has been cut off.

but.

What about the body?

But the spiritual energy here is too weak.

Need to change place.

Inside the underground laboratory of the University of Tokyo.

Zhou Yuanyan rubbed his brows.

He has persisted in this kind of high-intensity scientific research day and night for many years.

He came to a corner of the laboratory, opened a secret door and walked in.

There is a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva inside.

Zhou Yuanyan lit a stick of incense, bowed three times devoutly, and then put it up.

It is best to burn three incense sticks and take refuge in the Three Jewels.

This was said by his senior brother when he first entered Buddhism.

Burn one, unless you are lucky enough.

This is what my senior brother said.

I have a tough life, Zhou Yuanyan said with a smile.

Zhou Yuanyan's real name is Zhou Peng.

An unremarkable name.

When he was still a child, his mother died of stomach disease at an early age, and his father also died early due to excessive depression.

It was the abbot of Donglin Temple in Mount Lu who took him in.

His Buddhist name is Yuanyan.

Everyone thought that Zhou Yuanyan would be able to inherit the abbot's mantle and take over Donglin Temple.

But he chose to rebel against Buddhism and turn to Taoism.

Then he left Taoism and took the college entrance examination.

As the top scorer in Jiangxi Province, he entered Tsinghua University to study biology.

And then, here it is.

"Monk Yuanyan, aren't you afraid of the Buddha's resentment for burning an incense stick?" Fang Zuo's voice appeared behind him: "Or do you think you have a strong life?"

"Do you know what's the most annoying thing about people like you who are at such a high level?" Zhou Yuanyan sighed and turned to walk out of the secret room. Without even looking at Fang Zuo, he continued to look at the data in front of the computer. "You make it so hard for us to keep any secrets. You often come in without a sound. The most infuriating thing is that I can't do anything to you."

"Hit me!" Fang Zuo opened the freezer in the corner of the secret room, searched around, took out a can of tea, opened it, and sniffed it. "This is Lushan Cloud Tea. You gave it to me last time and said it was the last can. Later, when I found it, you said it was the last can again. Now the whole freezer is full. If you don't hit me, I will."

"Now that you've discovered it, isn't it really the last can?" Zhou Yuanyan frowned and took out a pen to write on the paper while speaking.

"How many years has it been since I last visited Donglin Temple?" Fang Zuo took out the tea leaves and put them into the cup, then added boiling water.

Suddenly the laboratory was filled with the aroma of tea.

"I told you not to use boiling water. It's a waste of natural resources." Zhou Yuanyan sniffed the tea, turned around, and saw Fang Zuozheng adding boiling water. He shook his head and said, "I went there recently... It's not bad. The ancestral temple has been renovated, and a new golden statue of Amitabha Buddha, nearly 100 meters tall, has been erected."

"Didn't they kick you out?" Fang Zuo walked to the middle of the laboratory, holding a teacup, and looked at the living human with closed eyes inside the glass cover.

A white man with a slight bulge on the left side of his breast.

The qi and blood are quite strong, and a line of blood leads all the blood in the body to flow into the heart.

The heart is twice as large as that of a normal person.

The bulge is his heart.

The heart grew so big that it even caused the ribs to twist slightly.

"I used a Japanese identity to conceal myself, so they didn't recognize me." Zhou Yuanyan walked over and said with a wry smile, "I saw a few familiar brothers and childhood friends. Things have changed."

"Have you ever thought that if you stayed in Donglin, now you are the abbot and studying Buddhist scriptures, everything will be different." Fang Zuobei said while sensing the flow of the white man's blood in front of him.

Judging from the surging blood, it is almost as fast as that of a martial artist entering the Dao.

"But because the sky is bright, there is no end. There is no coming and going, no birth and death. Everything is in the past. There are no ifs and ifs." Zhou Yuanyan said calmly, standing beside Fang Zuo and looking at the white body. "I merged a trace of that woman's blood into him. There were seven test subjects in total, and only this one survived."

"It seems he won't live long." Fang Zuo said, "Although his blood is surging, his body and meridians can't control it."

"We're still short of some experimental equipment," Zhou Yuanyan said. "I heard that domestic equipment can capture neutrinos. Could you use some connections to get me some information?"

"Neutrino?" Fang Zuo frowned.

"It's the spirit." Zhou Yuanyan said enthusiastically, "This is a major breakthrough. It means we can start studying things like souls, incense, and spirits."

"Where can I get the information for you?" Fang Zuo shook his head. "I only know a few people who come and go."

"It just so happens that one of those people you come and go with is there." Zhou Yuanyan said with a smile.

"Who?"

"XXX." Zhou Yuanyan whispered in Fang Zuo's ear.

"Dream on." Fang Zuo said expressionlessly.

"I knew you wouldn't agree." Zhou Yuanyan shrugged.

"You know it, but you're still asking." Fang Zuo picked up the remote control next to him.

The huge screen on the left lit up, and a woman appeared in the living room.