Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

The emperor is a descendant of the two highest gods of Shintoism. It is a **** of mankind and a **** who lives on the earth. The maidens and priests who worship the gods will naturally support them.

In this context, the sacrifice to the supreme **** of Shintoism, that is, the emperor's own ancestor, is particularly important. This is the same as that of the huge empire across the sea, the Zen Taishan, and the self-proclaimed emperor.

The best method of sacrifice should be the same as that of the empire, praying to heaven in a specific place, and the best place is naturally Gaotianyuan, but Gaotianyuan is a legend. In desperation, it can only be in the largest capital. The most luxurious shrine was built.

The shrine enshrines the highest three gods of Shintoism. Of course, it is actually only enshrining Amaterasu and Suzuo's men's orders, and Tsukiye Kanzen is just taking it along.

This place is not as vast as the Heiangu, the residence of the emperor, and there is no such magnificence, but here, it is solemn and quiet, no one dares to make a loud noise, and no one dares to play around here, it is simply to the gods. Disrespect, as well as slander on the rulers of the world, the gods of the present.

Naturally, the shrine not only accepts dignitaries and dignitaries, but also people of faith. Everything is equal before the gods. Except for the annual major celebrations, most of them are ordinary believers at other times.

Liang Yiluo stood outside the torii gate, dressed in luxurious clothes, and he was not noticed. In order to reduce some boring troubles, he had used means to eliminate his figure.

In his vicinity, countless believers entered and exited the shrine, one by one they were extremely respectful, and gave their most pious hearts and beliefs to the hands of this **** who once again appeared in the world.

Liang Yiluo put away the folding fan, folded his hands in front of him, and stepped into the torii with a smile on his face.

For an instant, the bursts of comfort made Liang Yiluo squint his eyes. At this moment, he felt the infinite belief of the eight million gods, all roaring and jumping around him, as if they were worshipping.

Torii means the gate of the kingdom of the gods. The shrines after the torii represent the kingdom of the gods. The torii that crosses one's shrine is equivalent to entering the kingdom of the gods. There is even a species of the two rites. In this kingdom of God, you can feel as you please.

This is not an illusion, because the shrine represents Takatenhara and Izumo.

Walking through the crowd, these pious ordinary people have no idea that the gods they believe in are right next to them. I don’t know how many maidens in the shrine are doing their job, sweeping the leaves on the ground and cleaning the shrine. Spotless, accepting people's offerings and helping people's prayers.

"I didn't even miss my armpit, bad review!"

Looking at these young and beautiful girls, Liang Yi Luo is somewhat lacking in interest.

The so-called maiden is a person who devotes her life to the gods, and is the existence of the gods who can give and ask.

Except for priests and witches, there are no idlers here. As for the highest status of "blessing", it is not a title that humans can confer. It is the highest power that only gods can bestow. However, for Liang Yiluo, his own Only that person is enough for the "Blessing of God".

I walked through the heavy halls and came to the deepest place. Inside the largest shrine, a two-foot-seven-inch long sword was enshrined. It was inserted in the scabbard, representing Suzhan Mingzun. Faith in the world.

This shrine does not allow ordinary people to enter, and can only wait and see from a distance. Except for the annual sacrifice, even the maidens, priests and emperors are usually forbidden to enter.

Because the one enshrined is one of the three great artifacts of this country. Legend has it that Suzhan Mingzun killed the eight-qi serpent and obtained the Heavenly Cloud Sword from its tail!

When the Ryogisaki stepped into the torii gate, the sword began to tremble with excitement. The slightly trembling blade proved that its owner was coming, but in this unmanned shrine, absolutely nothing It will be discovered.

The Sky Cong Yun Sword was placed so blatantly on the bright surface, not afraid of being snatched by monsters or humans at all.

Here is where the gods live, protected by eight million gods. When ordinary monsters come into this shrine, they will be beaten to pieces by the solemn faith and mighty power. If there are any people, they can resist the mighty power and seize the sky cloud sword. If it is, then no matter where the sword is placed in the shrine, it is meaningless. Rather than hiding, it's better to just show the public so generously.

Liang Yiluo walked step by step to the front of Tian Cong Yunjian. This excitement and trembling artifact stopped its behavior, like a tamed puppy, waiting for its owner to take him away.

Gently stroking the body of the sword with the scabbard with his fingers, Liang Yiluo's eyes softened, as if he was thinking of the story of the Shindai.

I don’t know, how are those people?

"Give me the beliefs you have collected over the past thousand years, as well as your own memories!"

With that, Liang Yiluo grabbed the sword...

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The moment I grasped the sword, it was endless, representing all the beliefs of Shintoism over the past thousand years. The brain flooded into Liangyiluo's body. A phantom appeared behind him, but it was Lian Suzhanming. The body of Zun is looming under the blessing of this infinite belief.

The billowing divine might was like a divine condemnation, flooding the shrine, causing the human beings praying outside and the witch goddess officials to kneel on the ground tremblingly, thinking that some of their actions had offended the gods.

Divine power is like prison, divine grace is like sea, this is the best portrayal of gods!

Liang Yiluo suppressed the belief, the phantom of Suzhan Mingzun disappeared, and the huge divine power was not there. The kneeling people also breathed a sigh of relief, one by one trembling, and praying more religiously.

This kind of thing can be said to be a kind of ‘fear’, just like monsters accepting the fear of humans. The only difference between gods and monsters is that they have priesthood and godhood...

Naturally, this condensed belief is not as big as the curse of six billion people, but its purity is more than the evil of this world. These beliefs are, after all, imprinted with their own gods.

"The basic situation is probably understood... Since everything is fine, it is best."

In addition to beliefs, the Tiancong Yunjian handed over to Liang Yiluo was its memory.

That is all the memories it has left since Liangyi's departure to the present.

In the end, Shinki finally created the demon world and created the life of the demon world, and Yasaka Kanako and Suwako, who are related to Ryogoku, were directly brought into the demon world by Shinki, so that they would not be like normal Like the gods, only the name of the **** is left, and even the body disappears. In addition to accepting the offerings of mankind and asking the gods, he can't rely on his own will to appear on the earth.

However, the power of the era is indeed powerful, and it still blocks the connection between the demon world and the world. It takes time to brew the power of that era to self-disappear. That is to say, the connection between the demon world and the world is cut off in a short time. Humans cannot go to the Demon World, nor can the people of the Demon World come here.

"Huh... well, if that's the case, I don't have to face Shenqi directly now, I still have time to play with myself."

Seeing Shenqi at this time, I must be very embarrassed.

Liang Yiluo wiped the non-existent sweat on his head.

It would be embarrassing to see Suwako, and she would definitely be stunned by the aunt Kanako.

Besides, if they are there, there are many things they can't do... Doing something under their noses will definitely be hindered.

Only now, when they are away, quickly finish the work and cook the uncooked rice for mature rice. When the time comes, as long as the skin is thicker, there will be no problems!

After booking the next course of action, Liang Yiluo nodded in satisfaction.

Hanging the Sky Cong Yun Sword around his waist and flicking his sleeves, the sword on his waist seemed to have disappeared, and in front of him, the projection of the Sky Cong Yun Sword appeared again.

Taking this sword directly will definitely cause a big sensation. Putting a projection here is enough.

Liangyiluo did not change the concept of the Sky Cong Yunjian. It is still a symbol of Suzhan Mingzun, whose function is to absorb faith!

In ancient times, there was a hero who used it. It seems that from that time, this sword was also called the Kusanaru sword...

"But I didn't expect that Shenqi, you actually left me something..."

With gentle eyes, Liang Yiluo spoke softly, recalling what happened to Gao Tianyuan and Shenqi's moving body.

The moment he got the sword, he felt another thing that had something to do with the sword, waiting for Liangyi to fall to take it.

Walking out of this shrine, a warm wind came, blowing down the leaves in the shrine, and falling to the ground. Miko, I’m afraid she’s going to sweep the floor while talking again.

Looking up at the sun in the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun, Liang Yi Luo squinted and exclaimed: "It's really peaceful..."

He straightened his clothes quite lazily, and Liang Yi took a serious expression, and silently calculated the specific position. The place connected with the sword was not too far away, probably only a few tens of kilometers away from Ping An Jing.

Liang Yilu didn't use any other methods. He didn't lack the thing of time. He just wandered out of this shrine and returned to Suzaku Avenue again.

The pedestrians in the past can't notice the sudden appearance of another person around him. Although they will secretly look at him, they are also respectful and afraid of his dress and temperament, rather than the surprise that he suddenly emerged from the street. The shape is like a mirror flower.

Walking out of Ping An Jing, like most toiling people, he used his feet and felt the pulse of the earth, directly crossing the broad main road and walking into the remote forest.