101. Even if the prejudice of people's hearts is a big mountain, it will come loose one day.
In the roar.
A ray of divine power came like thunder and came to Fujiwara Izaya.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise.
Fujishima Miyaji's seemingly unstoppable and powerful divine power was actually shattered by himself like this!
What shocked everyone in the hall even more was that the one who blocked the attack was actually the head of the Tsuchimikado family.
The two remaining divine powers crackled in the air.
Time seemed to stand still in everyone's sight, the air seemed to have been shattered, and the heavy rain outside the palace seemed to have broken. The two divine powers entangled for a moment, and Fujishima Miyaji's was crushed to death, and the remaining earth warriors were left in the room.
The power of the sect leader's attack has not diminished at all, still exuding strong coercion.
Fujiwara Izaya made a rough estimate.
Um.
Probably the peak of King level.
One word: strong!
The head of the Tsuchimikado family waved his hand.
The remaining divine power in the hall was instantly blasted out of the hall door. There was a loud bang, and countless rainwater was evaporated. Hot wind poured into the hall through the doors and windows, blowing the robes of everyone in the seats, and even hanging them.
The lanterns were half blown away.
Several young people sitting in the area near the gate were directly overturned by the air current. They rolled around on the ground screaming for a few times before they stabilized their bodies with pale faces.
What a terrifying divine power.
Everyone in the hall looked a little dumbfounded, letting the howling wind blow on their faces.
When the divine power gradually dissipated, those who were close to the palace door quickly closed the door, and the head of the Tsuchimikado family on the high platform also took back his palm.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at him curiously.
On the surface, the head of the Tsuchimikado family is just an ordinary middle-aged man. He is just a little taller and a bit fierce-looking. He does not have the handsome appearance of a priest at all. If you meet him on the street, I am afraid no one will know this man.
He is actually a king-level peak existence.
Stop it, stop it!
Don't judge people by their appearance.
Please keep this kindness in mind today.
If there is a chance in the future, I will slowly repay this family head. By the way, I asked my mother to ask Aunt Tsuchimikado if there is any prodigal son in their family who does not regard money as money, so that he can make friends with her.
This is not about money.
Mainly, Fujiwara Izaya likes to exchange experiences with outstanding colleagues.
A full-strength attack was easily blocked. Miyaji Fujishima, who was sitting on the board of directors, looked livid and felt a turmoil in his heart.
He knew there would be some twists and turns today, but he didn't expect it to be so twisty.
Chairman Kasahara's youngest daughter was close to Fujiwara Izaya. He knew this, so he specifically asked Chairman Kasahara for permission. After getting her permission, he started to prepare for today's matter. But after the opening of the conference, the first person to vote
Before the process was completed, Fujiwara Izaya unexpectedly appeared in the main hall.
Next, Chairman Kasahara's youngest daughter naturally stood by his side. Then... Chairman Hoshimi's daughter also seemed to side with him, and now, Chairman Tsuchimikado has directly offended Inari.
The risk of the shrine, I personally sided with Fujiwara Izaya.
Of the four directors, three of them were helping Fujiwara Izaya.
There is only one last one left... The hands in Fujishima Palace Secretary's sleeves were trembling slightly, and his lips were also trembling. He looked up at the old monk on the high platform: "Chairman Hirofumi, do you think this is appropriate?"
"Amitabha~"
Old monk Hongwen put his hands together and recited a Buddha's name.
Then, his eyelids drooped, leaning against the back of the chair, his neck slowly lowered a little, raised a little, lowered a little, raised a little...
In the dead silence, everyone seemed to hear his slight snoring.
"..."
Fujishima Miyaji felt that the old monk was playing him.
He has evidence, but he dare not speak out.
If he offended Sensoji Temple, then between him and Sensoji Shrine, Inari Shrine would definitely choose Sensoji Temple.
"I don't accept it!"
Fujishima Miyaji shouted loudly.
That old face, in reality, went through a period of bluish white, then a period of flushing, and now it has turned as pale as snow. While there was endless anger in the eyes, there was also a little bit of grievance.
Apart from his vicious shouts, there was no other sound in the hall.
How could anyone dare to stand up and cheer for him now? The way everyone looked at Fujiwara Izaya changed from the previous mockery and contempt to confusion and shock. The younger ones even had awe in their eyes.
Kasahara Asuka gently pulled Fujiwara Izaya's sleeve, her eyes flashing: "Senior is lying!"
"How did I lie?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Senior always says that he is an ordinary person."
"I'm just an ordinary person."
"How dare ordinary people hit people in the council hall!" Asuka Kasahara pulled his sleeves and stood on tiptoes to meet his gaze, her bright and affectionate eyes full of smiles, "Also, senior is so prude.
I’m telling Asuka to stop messing around, but senior likes to mess around the most!”
"This is not nonsense!"
"It's just nonsense!"
"It's not nonsense!"
"It's just nonsense!" Kasahara Asuka's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his voice became happier and happier.
The five or six thousand people in the hall all looked at the two children with bewildered expressions as they argued over this very childish issue. In Hoshimi Rinko's view, these two people could be said to be openly showing their affection.
Feeling the cold gaze coming from somewhere in the audience, Fujiwara Izaya's back felt a little cold, and he quickly said, "Okay, it's just nonsense." Then he turned around and half-bowed to the four chairman of the board on the high platform: "Just now
I couldn’t hold it back, and I ask all the chairmen to forgive me for my recklessness.”
"No problem!"
There was an extremely clear sound in the hall, like two pieces of glass gently hitting each other, it was extremely graceful.
"The rules have been set up, so of course you have to abide by them." Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Izaya, and the more she looked at him, the more she found this guy pleasing to her eyes, "If a junior behaves impolitely to a director in the council hall, he will naturally be punished according to the rules.
, you did it right."
After saying that, her eyes looked around the hall.
He made no sound, but his noble eyes showed irresistible majesty.
For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya felt that Sister Kasahara... oh no, Mrs. Kasahara's temperament was like that of a powerful queen!
This thigh is so thick!
Lord Yamagami secretly swore that he would hug Chairman Kasahara's thigh tightly and not let go.
Oh, yes.
I also want to hug Chairman Hoshimi’s thigh.
By this time, almost everyone in the hall had reacted.
Today's expulsion of Asakusa Shrine is almost impossible to succeed. Even if the resolution is passed, it will be vetoed by a certain chairman of the board, turning it into an empty talk.
Although Asakusa Shrine still has a bad reputation and is not popular with most people, no one should think of it wrong again.
If there is anyone who still refuses to give up, it is only Fujishima Miyaji and Takagi Miyaji. At this point, they have no other choice but to kill Fujiwara Izaya as a youkai.
"Chairmen, please tally the voting results!"
Fujishima Miyaji stood up from his seat and said while suppressing the anger in his heart.
yes.
Everyone in the hall felt like they were waking up from a dream.
The voting has been completed for so long, and it’s time to count the votes... But after what happened just now, many directors who voted in favor felt a little regretful.
If life could be repeated.
They will definitely choose to stand with the three chairman of the board and cast a veto.
At this time, Chairman Hongwen suddenly opened his eyes.
The old monk looked around the hall with his sleepy eyes and said in a slightly confused tone: "There was a lot of noise just now and a few votes were missing. To be fair, let's vote again."
After saying that, he closed his eyes again.
In the dream, he continued to exchange Buddhist teachings with his Sakyamuni.
"..."
For some reason, Fujishima Miyaji suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, covered his lips with his sleeve, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The expressions on the faces of the more than a thousand directors in the hall were also extremely strange.
The tickets are all still in your hands, why are a few missing?
But no one dared to object.
Although Chairman Hongwen rarely takes action, his strength is firmly ranked among the top three in Buddhism and Taoism. Under the suppression of absolute strength and absolute status, what the superiors say is rules and fairness.
Takagi Miyaji held the pen with his hand shaking a little.
His Hakusan Shrine is not as powerful as Inari Shrine, and he cannot yell in the meeting hall like Fujishima Miyaji. From the opening of the conference to now, he can only stay quietly and observe the situation.
develop.
The current situation is that Fujishima Miyaji was frustrated and lost face, so the vote was reinitiated.
Unsurprisingly, the resolution to expel Asakusa Shrine will definitely not meet the conditions for approval by half of the directors.
This situation is very much in line with Takagi Gongji's interests.
He clutched the photo in his pocket.
This is his ultimate move.
But he can't be exposed now.
Only when Fujiwara Izaya is about to be cleared of suspicion can he stand up and expose the other side of Fujiwara Izaya in front of the four chairman directors. At that time, even if the four chairman directors want to protect Fujiwara Izaya, he will never
There is no possibility of turning over.
Similarly, Miyaji Fujishima, whose face was greatly damaged, naturally could no longer compete with him.
Whichever of the remaining chairperson positions will be chosen will naturally fall on the head of Hakusan Shrine.
Takagi Miyaji's hands were so excited that they were shaking.
An hour later.
He could sit in the vacant seat on the high platform.
Thinking of that scene, Takagi Miyaji couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing an intoxicating smile.
In the quiet hall, there was only the rustle of pens scratching paper.
Occasionally, the wind passes through the hall, winds around the remaining beams, and falls between the candles.
In the flickering candlelight, Fujiwara Izaya moved his eyes left and right, observed the faces of each director, and wrote down their looks. After today, he will officially enter everyone's sight, and he will write down their looks.
It's easier to repay a favor or seek revenge.
When he first walked into the main hall and faced the dark gaze of five or six thousand people, Fujiwara Izaya was a little panicked at first. That person's head was shadowy in the candlelight, like the shadow of a demon, which made him feel pressure rushing towards him.
But now.
He is now full of confidence in himself and the future of Asakusa Shrine.
It is not empty talk to say that everyone in Onnyangryo will look up to him; it is not a joke to say that Asakusa Shrine will take the first step to repeat its glory today.
These things may seem like wishful thinking to outsiders.
But now, step by step, he is turning his wishful thinking into reality.
He is proud of himself.
Because his name is Fujiwara Izaya, and he is the most handsome priest with the most sense of justice.
"Hey, senior~~"
In the silence, Asuka Kasahara's delicate voice came.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked over. The little miko was holding his sleeve, tilting her face to his side, looking at him intently and with a smile.
The two of them were so close that he could even see his own face in her clear eyes, and could taste her heartfelt joy - that kind of very simple happiness. Infected by it, Fujiwara Rinya also felt a sense of joy.
Welling up from deep within.
"Senior, you are so handsome today!" Kasahara Asuka looked at him intently. The more she looked at him, the more she thought he was so beautiful. Her eyes narrowed involuntarily, "After the meeting, Asuka and I will go get our ears pierced. Can we wear couple-style earrings?"
?”
"Not good!" Fujiwara Izaya's face turned cold.
Help!
Pierce your ears, wear earrings, or couple earrings.
He could not accept any of these three things.
Kasahara Asuka's eyes moved down and landed on his round earlobes: "If senior doesn't accompany Asuka to get earrings, then Asuka will pack her bags tonight and move into that bakery, and won't let you and that person named Yukino
Lovers live in a world of two!"
"She is not my lover, so you can come when you like. This trick will not work on me." Fujiwara Izaya corrected her, thinking that if you said that you live in the Empress, I would have a headache.
"hateful!"
Kasahara Asuka cursed in a low voice.
The girl's pink cheeks immediately swelled slightly, as if she had stuffed two steamed dumplings into her mouth, which was very cute. Her fierce expression was like a little tiger, with a fierce breast and a fierce breast.
"Ouch~"
The tiger roars.
She was ready to pounce.
"Don't do it!" Fujiwara Izaya directly pressed her shoulders and held her in place.
How could he not know what kind of person he is after knowing her for a long time? With so many people here today, especially Rinko Hoshimi, she must have had the desire in her heart to have sex with her seniors in public, so that the two of them could be together.
It's the idea of a young couple.
Whether he likes Fujiwara Izaya or not is unclear.
But in front of NTR Hoshimi Rinko, Kasahara Asuka wanted to do that more than anyone else.
Being held down by the shoulders, the little demon schoolgirl looked up reluctantly and looked at the senior's picturesque eyebrows: "Senior~~ How about you and Asuka get earrings?"
"no!"
"Senior, let me cry for you."
"Cry."
As soon as these words came out, Asuka Kasahara immediately sat down on the ground.
"Uh-huh~ Senior is so cruel," she rubbed her eyes with her hands and cried delicately, "Why don't you wear couple earrings with Asuka? Is there someone else outside, so you hate Asuka? Wow?
Oh, bad guy..."
The eyes of five to six thousand people came over at once.
On the wooden floor, the skirt spread out like flowers, and the little witch sat among the flowers, with a pitiful voice and an extremely cute posture.
Fujiwara Izaya thinks so.
Now, it seems...thousands of people are calling him a scumbag in their hearts.
"Okay, okay, get up quickly." Although Fujiwara Izaya felt a headache, he could only stretch out his hand, "Will I accompany you to the earring head office?"
“It’s for couples.”
"Okay, okay..."
Kasahara Asuka put down her hands and looked up at him.
Her eyes were slightly bright, a little shy, a little naughty, and then she smiled, her smile as bright as a flower.
In the auditorium, Hoshi saw Rinzi biting her little tiger teeth and her face turned green.
Several people sitting next to her couldn't help but feel an inexplicable chill. They were so frightened that they quickly got up and hid far away.
On the high platform.
Mrs. Kasahara leaned over and said something in Mrs. Hoshimi’s ear.
Then, Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter.
That expression seemed to be blaming, and also revealed the disgust of "You were obviously the one who got in first, why did things become like this?"
then.
When Hoshi saw Rinko, his face turned even greener.
The second round of voting was completed, and the final results were tallied and submitted to Chairman Kasahara, who presided over today's meeting.
The hall fell silent again, and everyone's eyes were focused on this elegant and noble woman, waiting for her to announce the result.
The breeze blew gently, and the candles in the lanterns trembled slightly. Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyebrows slightly. She has a beautiful face. She has not yet aged, and there is always a touch of charming charm in her eyebrows.
"1356 votes, no."
"302 votes, abstention."
"186 votes in favor——"
When the last sound faded away, there was a bit of chilliness.
Mrs. Kasahara stood up with a serious expression, and her eyes swept over the directors who voted in favor intentionally or unintentionally.
For a moment, the air in the hall seemed to be squeezed out of the store by frost, and everyone felt chilly. Everyone knew why the chairman was acting like this.
Under the premise that the four chairman directors clearly support Asakusa Shrine, if there are still people who vote in favor, it is obviously saying that they have been bribed, or that they are specifically opposing the four chairman directors. For a while, even abstaining from voting
The directors who voted for it all felt a little panicked, fearing that they would be implicated and accidentally injured.
After a while, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly smiled.
When she smiled, the whole world, which had just escaped from hell, also laughed.
"The resolution to expel Asakusa Shrine was passed by all the directors after voting. Directors who have any objections are asked to stand up and make a statement." After solemnly announcing this sentence, Mrs. Kasahara stroked her sleeves and sat down dignifiedly and elegantly.
In this position, the majestic eyebrows were slightly raised, hinting at anger.
Those directors who had originally voted against and were planning to speak out against the proposal immediately backed down.
Everyone is smart.
I am already old, and living a few more years is more important than anything else.
A group of unreliable bastards... Fujishima Miyaji was so angry that he was shaking with anger. In the past, when those people used their own money to drink their own wine, they would shout louder than the Prime Minister. Now that they are asked to stand out, they have become ninjas one by one.
How about performing invisibility on the spot!
Bastard bastard!
After gritting his teeth and swearing a few words, Fujishima Miyaji looked towards Takagi Miyaji opposite him, and found that his old rival looked like it had nothing to do with him. He cursed a few more times, and then stood up from his seat with a gloomy face.
"Chairmen, I have an objection!"
Mrs. Kasahara didn’t even raise her eyes: “Please tell me.”
"As for the issue of Asakusa Shrine, I don't think it should be discussed in the first round." Director Fujishima calmed down and looked at Fujiwara Izaya in the middle with a cold expression, "The issue we should discuss more is about Fujiwara.
The question of whether Izaya is a monster and how to deal with him."
"Okay!" Kasahara nodded lightly and lowered his gaze, "Regarding the issue of Fujiwara Izaya's identity, is there any director who can provide explanation or provide evidence."
Many directors who were silently observing the development of the situation turned their heads left and right, looked at their colleagues around them, and started discussing in low voices.
Amidst the buzzing noise, Fujishima Miyaji looked in all directions. His originally angry and slightly panicked state of mind slowly calmed down.
Ha ha!
He couldn't even help but laugh in his heart.
None of the directors spoke for Asakusa Shrine, which shows that Asakusa Shrine is completely unpopular.
Even if you are lucky enough to stay this time, you will still encounter countless rumors and criticism in the future. The future of Asakusa Shrine will still be the same as it is now. It is an alien to Shintoism and is regarded as an unknown existence!
Fujishima Miyaji's little calculation was very precise.
As long as the infamy of Asakusa Shrine is not washed away, it will not be able to return to its former glory. The chairman's seat will naturally remain vacant. As long as no one sits on it, he will have plenty of time to fill it.
Plot.
Of course Fujiwara Izaya also knew this.
But the prejudices in everyone's hearts have been around for a long time, and he couldn't change them for a while. Looking at the more than a thousand directors whispering to each other, he didn't feel discouraged, but encouraged himself in his heart: Even if the prejudices in people's hearts are like a big mountain, he will always have something to offer.
Will move it one day.
However.
Just when Miyaji Fujishima was thinking beautifully.
"Everyone, the old monk has something to say."
In the director's seat, an old monk wearing pure white cassock slowly stood up.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at him with a look that was a little surprised, but also a little natural.
That old monk is the abbot of Shanguo Temple.
It's Seiji Ikeda's father.
Fujiwara Izaya felt a little warm.
That seemingly unshakable mountain has begun to loosen.