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Entrusted by someone, loyal to accomplish the task.

Even if Jiang Chen isn't sure if he's capable of it.

As the saying goes.

The result is not important.

Just do your best.

Shiyao Shrine.

Built to worship the Solar God.

It has never been opened to the public since its construction, yet its status in Dongying even surpasses the Imperial Palace where the Emperor resides.

In ancient times, Dongying people revered nature and believed that the gods created all things, so they built shrines throughout the country. Over time, some gods were abandoned, while others became more revered.

The Solar God worshipped at Shiyao Shrine is a unique representative among them, becoming a symbol of divine authority in Dongying, with over a hundred auxiliary shrines across the nation, and members of the Japanese Imperial Family make a special pilgrimage when they reach the age of twenty to inform the gods of their coming of age.

Because foreign tourists are not allowed to enter, Shiyao Shrine remains shrouded in mystery in the eyes of tourists.

Along the route, sitting in the taxi, Jiang Chen saw the Yasukuni God Toilet again.

Still bustling with people.

However, there was a slight difference from his last visit.

A prominent sign was added next to the entrance of the God Toilet.

[No urinating or defecating anywhere. Violators will face severe legal consequences.]

Every seemingly bizarre regulation has its reasons and logic.

That's it.

It should be explicitly stated, or else how would anyone know what's allowed?

Not informing beforehand and post-blaming would be entrapment, wouldn't it?

Looks like that one hundred thousand yen spent wasn't in vain; at least it prevented others from repeating the mistake.

Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze.

The taxi drove past the God Toilet.

Forbidden grounds of Dongying.

Shiyao Shrine.

Jiang Chen paid the fare and got out.

Alone.

Just one person.

It wasn't because of some handsome man's plan.

Tanki Liuli was naturally averse to Dongying culture, let alone a national dojo of Dongying.

Better to stay in the hotel with Mao Tu for company, less boring.

Jiang Chen, who was once fined for uncivilized behavior, was unhurried as he walked inside, stepping up the stairs.

"Forbidden ground."

The term itself is laden with a sense of solemnity.

Yet, not only were the gates not tightly shut, but after Jiang Chen stepped over the threshold, he discovered there wasn't even a single guard.

Even the toilet has so many guards arranged.

Looking around, Jiang Chen continued onward.

On the surface, there was no one.

But covertly, who knows what lies in wait.

Such as the legendary flying and vanishing ninjas.

Their prowess, Jiang Chen had the privilege to witness once.

This time, Boss Jiang did not disgrace himself; a letter's difference between the Shrine and the Toilet, but one venerates a god, the other a ghost.

Insulting a ghost merely results in a fine.

But if you desecrate the gods, it wouldn't be as simple.

With no one leading the way, Jiang Chen just walked and observed, finding his way to the main hall on his own.

Spacious, desolate, serene, and solemn.

A seven to eight meter tall idol stood prominently.

Boss Jiang, a materialist, had never taken Dongying gods seriously, yet they were undoubtedly more pleasing to the eye than a heap of spiritual tablets in a toilet.

"Bold! In the presence of the deity, how dare you raise your head, not kneeling?"

Suddenly.

A deep and long scolding echoed.

From all directions.

Impossible to pinpoint the exact source.

Manifestation of the deity?

He committed such a heinous act in the God Toilet without encountering evil spirits, yet merely entering here, without any actions, provoked the dissatisfaction of the deities?

The idol stands here for admiration, isn't it? Are you telling me I can't even look up?

Thus, with a clear conscience, Jiang Chen fearlessly surveyed the empty hall, calmly reciting: "Om Yana Mahayana, Om Para Prajna, Maha Prajna Buddha, Maha Paramita..."

The hall fell into instant silence.

"Mere trifles, yet dare to show off, swift as the law..."

Boss Jiang continued his incantation.

He seemed to have misunderstood.

They seemed to have come to make him use his charm, not to act crazy and foolish.

But then again, Boss Jiang's incantation seemed to indeed have an effect, chasing away the hidden specters, who emerged from behind the tall idol, revealing themselves.

"Mr. Jiang, do you practice both Buddhism and Taoism?"

Fujiwara Reiki looked straight at him, her enchanting eyes revealing a rare hint of helplessness.

There are always mountains beyond mountains.

Always someone greater than yourself.

The absurd is always defeated by the more absurd.

"The gods of Dongying are divided and only accept the devotion of believers, but Shenzhou doesn't have all these rules. There are no heretics in Shenzhou, you can believe in nothing, or you can believe in everything."

"Wouldn't that be chaos?"

"What chaos? Buddha is the Tao."

Jiang Chen said nonchalantly.

Spot on.

Even if Tanki Liuli were here, she would probably pick up a scorecard and give him a perfect score.

"Li Ji thought Mr. Jiang was non-religious."

For some unknown reason.

Although they were quite familiar, Fujiwara Reiki's face still seemed veiled, with poor transparency, far less effective than bubble bath house props. But it didn't matter; some people don't need a face, their eyes alone are enough.

Perhaps a rule for visiting deities?

Having interacted with her many times, Jiang Chen was accustomed to her style, unfazed, continuingly sacrilegious, looking straight at the deities, and casually says: "Does Miss Fujiwara worship gods and ghosts, which side is more worth believing in?"

Fujiwara Reiki's pupils briefly contracted.

"Mr. Jiang, that was out of line."

Jiang Chen had always been polite and modest, but today he seemed different, unusually aggressive, now full-on, he did not relent.