Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

The sound of clogs reverberated in the dark corridor, someone raised his hand and opened the shoji door, and the sleeves of the kimono brushed against the door, injecting a bit of vitality into the stagnant air in the house.

More than 200 believers looked up at the same time after the sound. Some people looked away after seeing the person coming, and some were more enthusiastic and started talking to her.

"Miss Cinderella."

The believers actually don't know why this woman lost the chance to leave with the gods, but almost everyone can feel that the leader has treated her extra favorably for a long time. As a loyal believer, he naturally knows what kind of Attitude toward the person in front of you.

"Didn't the leader come with you?"

The leader often stays with this woman, and over time, believers have also developed this kind of habitual thinking that "as long as they see this lady, there must be a leader by their side".

"No."

Osamu Dazai walked in from the door, the candlelight in the church was swayed by the wind, vaguely showing the appearance of the things he held in his arms.

He said slowly: "The leader has left."

The believers all showed disappointment at the same time: "Has the leader still not returned..."

"No." Osamu Dazai shook his head, "I mean, the leader has been punished by the gods, forever—"

His voice was particularly indifferent in the silent air: "I won't come back again."

The church, which accommodated more than 200 people, fell into silence again when his voice fell, but this silence did not last for two seconds, and the church members who came back to their senses made the place lively like an explosion.

The impatient middle-aged man suddenly jumped up from the mat, his eyes widened: "What are you talking about?! Do you know what you are talking about?!"

"This...what's going on here?" The weak person can only fall into negative emotions at this moment, complaining to himself, "Did we do something wrong? Why should we punish the leader..."

There were also people who claimed to be rational and tried to refute his words calmly: "Miss Cinderella, we have followed the leader for many years, and your one-sided words cannot convince us to believe this."

"So--"

Osamu Dazai, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke again at this moment. Along with his words, there was also a pot in his arms—an expensive jade pot with intricate patterns, and it was very expensive at first glance. .

"Let's see what this is."

The pot was thrown to the ground, and the exquisite work of art was instantly torn apart, and the shattered body of the pot shot around, but some things remained in place safely.

When those things were clearly seen, a new peak was ushered in the already lively church in an instant, and screams, reprimands and cursing were heard endlessly, and even the tough man couldn't help but take two steps back.

It was what had been stored in the jug—a skull.

"The leader lied to us." Osamu Dazai pointed to the skull on the ground, "He once said that he would let the gods take us to bliss, but he simply slaughtered the believers wantonly in the name of the gods, and then trapped their souls in this jade. Inside the jug—”

The expression on his face was mixed with extreme sadness and resentment, and he said heartbrokenly: "He doesn't want the gods to bring us happiness at all, he just wants to punish us——Punishment from him!"

"We were all deceived by him. He is not the Son of God at all. He is just a fraudster who fools the believers who trust him and the gods!"

What he said was fast and powerful, coupled with the naked evidence before them, many people subconsciously believed what Dazai said.

However, people who still have reason, after being stunned for a moment, quickly asked: "How do you know these things?!"

Dazai gave a cold snort.

He stretched out his hand to the window and said word by word:

"Because I am the one appointed by the gods—the one who conveys the will of the gods!"

The moment his voice fell, there was a thunderclap from nowhere, and then, the wind smashed open the window, the candles in the house suddenly died down, and a faint golden light emerged from the window, and the golden light gradually approached, and then the believers could see clearly—— —

It was a bird with golden light all over its body!

It spread its wings, flew over people's heads, and flew straight towards Osamu Dazai, then folded its wings and landed on Osamu Dazai's shoulder amidst the amazed expressions of everyone.

"The gods must not be blasphemed, let alone be fooled," Dazai Osamu opened his mouth in a timely manner, "so the gods let me come, and let me punish the leader of the Bliss Cult—he will never appear in this world again."

"And you—"

Osamu Dazai pointed at the crowd, "As the leader's accomplices, you will also receive the most severe punishment!"

Amidst the people's panic, the golden bird neighed. The sound was shrill, like an early warning of an impending disaster.

"Smoke... There is smoke..." Someone looked at the smoke seeping in from the crack in the door and shouted in horror, "It's fire! It's a fire from the gods! It's God's punishment!"

"The world will not have the opportunity to lead to bliss." Contrary to the panic of the crowd, Osamu Dazai stood there calmly with a smile on his face, speaking slowly as if telling a story.

"We can only choose between going to hell in the flames and staying in the world to suffer all the suffering—"

"pick one of two."

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the heat wave hit the whole room through the door panel. The crying and cursing in the church were intertwined, and it was in chaos.

"We don't know anything!"

Some believers shouted in despair, "We are just victims, why should we bear such punishment?!"

But another group of believers had already broken through the locked gate and rushed out without looking back.

The fire finally chased over from the corridor, and when some flames appeared in the crack of the door, the weeping and wailing believers finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Like the others before them, they escaped through the broken gate.

They have abandoned their gods.

And will, will no longer trust the gods.

"Ah, finally they all left."

Osamu Dazai looked at the backs of those who fled, and relaxed his body, "It's really tiring to lie to people, so don't do it in the future."

It took a lot of time to prepare this small magic trick. After all, many things needed for the performance cannot be found in this era. He also asked Atsushi Nakajima to take on the task of the courier brother, which is really embarrassing.

"Golden Bird" squinted at him: "I see you are enjoying it! Ga!"

Dazai Osamu praised it while walking outside: "The black dog is also doing very well."

Yokota Kou flapped his wings to express his dissatisfaction.

"Speaking of which! Ga!" Yokota Kou slammed the wings in front of his eyes, "What the hell is this? Why is it glowing? Ga! Also, how do you get it off?"

"Oh, that is a gift from the gods," Osamu Dazai said solemnly, "I can't get rid of it, and you will be a 'golden dog' from now on."

"Fuck off!"

Yokota Kou blew his hair, ran to Osamu Dazai's head, ding ding ding bang, knocking out a furious rhythm with his mouth.

And behind them, the secret chapel that has existed for many years is destined to be burned to the ground tonight.

The loyalty and faith, pain and joy that existed here in the past, and even the unwilling and helpless souls that lingered here, will all be buried together, or be liberated, or sleep forever.

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The ice crystals in the shape of a lotus swirled out along the trajectory of the fan waving, and the surrounding temperature dropped to freezing point. Atsushi Nakajima's breathing rhythm was disrupted, and the cold air sucked in was like ice blades, cutting open his lungs one by one.

"Cough cough..."

Atsushi Nakajima wiped off the blood from his mouth, before the lotus reached his side, his legs turned into tigers, he jumped to the top of the tree, squatted above and looked down at Tong Mo who was standing below.

"Oh, you jumped so high." Tong Mo put his hand on his forehead as if covering the sun, and looked at him seriously, "But why do you always hide? It would be more interesting if you fight back?"

Atsushi Nakajima did not speak.

In fact, after confronting Tong Mo for so long, he has not been able to find the other party's flaws, but was suppressed by the other party everywhere, which made him a little anxious.

Although the tiger claws can tear apart ice-type attacks, the cold air that permeates the surroundings along with the attacks is the most troublesome part for him. He can't hold his breath to fight him all the time, can he?

...It would be great if Rashomon made a mask at this time.

"You are so reticent," Tong Mo sighed pretentiously, "I don't know what Miss Cinderella likes about you."

Atsushi Nakajima: "..."

To be honest, I think that if there is even a chance, he won't take a fancy to me.

However, this kind of thought suddenly took shape in his mind, and the danger alarm unique to beasts completely occupied his brain. There was a slight pain in his back like a needle prick, and he jumped off the treetop in an instant.

Looking back when he landed, he found that an ice vine was wrapped around the tree at some point. If he was one step late, the ice vine might touch his body, and the consequences would be disastrous.

This guy is diverting his attention with boring dialogue!

"Hey, don't be so serious, I just wanted to make a joke." Tong Mo giggled, "The next one is for real!"

At the same time as he spoke, the golden fan waved, and a large amount of ice mist burst out from it, slowly spreading around.

For a moment, it was like being in the clouds, surrounded by mist, like a dream.

It would be more like if the fog wasn't poisonous.

Atsushi Nakajima took two steps back, pondered for a while, and planned to break through from above.

However, just as he was about to act, a familiar voice suddenly came from the earphones that had not moved for a long time.

"Adon~"

Atsushi Nakajima paused: "Mr. Dazai?"

"It's me~" The voice in the earphones was cheerful, sounding in a good mood, "I just burned down a church, and I will go to find you right away, thank you Dunjun~"

Atsushi Nakashima nodded.

Tong Mo, who was standing in the ice fog, seemed a little bored. Seeing that Atsushi Nakajima hadn't moved, he couldn't help observing him.

After a while, he asked curiously, "Are you chatting with someone else?"

Atsushi Nakajima put his hands down and told him honestly: "Yes."

It's just that there was some sympathy in his eyes unconsciously.

The author has something to say: Atsushi Nakajima: It’s too bad, your house was stolen.

【Information that can be made public】

The tools used by Osamu Dazai to retreat from the Bliss Sect of the World: Fluorescent agent, a speaker that can play thunder, and tens of thousands of secondary speeches.