Chapter 630: A Small Mushroom Cloud

Xiaorizi's Kobe, situated by the sea, has a sprawling area of high‑rise buildings.

Behind these skyscrapers lie mountains.

An inconspicuous temple hidden in the mountains glows with a faint light in the night.

Lin Feng picked up the Telescope and looked over.

It turned out the temple had no electricity and was lit with primitive lanterns.

The temple burned a large number of candles.

"Boss Lin, this is the place, it must be right!"

Kong Ming said in a very confident tone.

Yang Huairi spoke at that moment: "We've tried, we can't get close. If we approach, people drive us away; these are all Kong Ming's conjectures."

True to Yang Huairi, he first cleared himself completely.

Kong Ming didn't mind at all and continued: "Actually this is a Yin‑collecting site in feng shui, where strange things often occur."

Yang Huairi nodded this time and agreed: "The Xiaorizi here is especially traditionally superstitious."

Zhao Xiaoyang asked curiously: "How did this place get its name?"

Yang Huairi unfolded a map, pointed at it and said: "This is Awaji Island; it looks like a bird, so the front of the bird gives it this name."

That explanation almost made Lin Feng burst out laughing.

He believed Kong Ming's deduction.

As the saying goes, different trades are like mountains apart; a professional like Kong Ming can spot such places at a glance, while others may never guess.

Nevertheless, Lin Feng planned to go inside and take a look.

Putting down the Telescope, Lin Feng checked the time; it was already nine p. m.

He had originally been heading to Han Guo, but after a call from Kong Ming, Lin Feng changed his itinerary.

Amid the "whoosh" of the sea wind, Lin Feng, clad in black, slipped into the temple like a ghost.

The temple looked ancient, like a wooden building from a hundred years ago, yet it was impeccably maintained.

Its grounds were vast, at least dozens of acres, as large as a residential complex.

Around it, some wooden houses were arranged regularly.

Several mountain paths leading to the earth temple were guarded.

The whole temple was divided into two sections: the front hall and the rear hall.

In the front hall stood a massive conical wooden platform with many small compartments, each holding a memorial tablet.

This was the place of worship.

Lin Feng scanned it and couldn't help frowning.

He saw many familiar names of those who had committed heinous crimes.

Entering the rear hall, Lin Feng saw a massive stone platform.

It resembled the formation used by the Witch Tribe.

The rear hall hung many strange items suspended with red silk.

There were cow skulls, stone statues, and even human skulls…

A gust of wind made them sway, looking rather unsettling.

Neither the front nor the rear hall contained what Lin Feng was looking for.

Where could it be?

A breeze blew in.

Suddenly, a hollow chanting voice rose from underground.

It turned out there was an underground palace here.

Lin Feng listened closely; there were nine singers, both male and female, of varying ages.

The odd‑toned chants, when combined, sounded especially irritating.

It must be here!

Lin Feng stayed on a beam, in a dark corner beyond the reach of light.

After a little over an hour, the chanting finally ceased.

Soon after, two young men in black robes entered, turning a stone formation disc.

Then the entrance to the underground palace revealed itself.

Lin Feng, positioned high, could clearly see inside.

Inside the underground palace stood a black stone tower.

Nine people in black robes, looking like oddly dressed sorcerers, each held a bowl in their left hand, the bowls still containing a red, blood‑like substance.

In their right hand they held a feather, from which red liquid continued to drip.

As for the stone tower, it was smeared with red "blood", or perhaps a special pigment.

The black on the stone tower looked like a coating, suggesting the ritual had been performed for a long time.

Found it!

After everyone in the hall left, Lin Feng retraced his steps.

He recounted what he had seen to Kong Ming.

Kong Ming said: "That stone tower must have been built with stone from our side.

These Xiaorizi's onmyōji are also wicked! I will definitely gather fellow Daoists to duel them in magic!"

Zhao Xiaoyang widened her eyes and said: "If we really fight, it'll be lively; it will cause heavenly phenomena, right?"

Kong Ming calmly replied: "No problem; if experts don't know the cause, they'll explain it with scientific methods."

Lin Feng curiously looked at Kong Ming the old Daoist; this guy had obviously been hiding his abilities before?

Seeing Lin Feng looking at him, Kong Ming hastily explained: "I, your humble Daoist, have no skills, but that doesn't mean we lack extraordinary people, right?"

"Superstition!"

Yang Huairi shook his head.

Kong Ming the old Daoist looked displeased and said: "Even if it's superstition, someone putting your father's coffin board in a latrine—would you be happy with that?"

Moreover, these aren't ordinary stones; they are the essence of mountains and rivers, equivalent to our ancestral graves, moved here by the Japanese—such defilement, you know this reduces the qi luck?

"That's also true." Yang Huairi nodded guiltily.

He felt that if he objected again, he'd get beaten.

Yang Huairi was sent away.

This guy also couldn't wait to leave.

Just now I heard that Lin Feng and his group plan to blow this place up.

This is no small matter.

Kong Ming the old Daoist also left with Yang Huairi; they'll return to Yanjing early tomorrow, tickets already booked.

Letting the two leave, Lin Feng didn't want them to know about the Moli No. 1 matter.

Moli No. 2 came over.

Lin Feng and Zhao Xiaoyang returned to Moli No. 1.

Liu Erwa had long prepared the bomb.

The new-style aerial bomb bought from Da Mao.

Over a ton heavy; after dropping it, the temple covering dozens of mu will definitely become a large pit.

"This time I'll do it!"

Zhao Xiaoyang said.

Liu Erwa calmly said: "Can you calculate the impact point?"

Zhao Xiaoyang stared, then said: "This is Moli No. 2; it has computer auto-calculation, just press the button."

Liu Erwa looked helpless.

Moli No. 1 is still better!

Moli No. 2 abandoned him.

A few minutes later.

Moli No. 2 hovered at an altitude of several thousand meters.

Zhao Xiaoyang pressed a red button.

The bomb bay underneath opened.

Next, a huge bomb with a propeller tail let out a whistling scream and smashed down onto the temple on the ground.

Moli No. 2 immediately rose and flew away.

Shortly after.

A ball of fire lit up.

Several seconds later, Lin Feng heard a "boom".

The fireball produced by the explosion looked like a small atomic bomb.

"All done, let's go to Han Guo!"

Lin Feng looked at the image displayed on the cockpit's large screen and said calmly.

"I just don't understand why the Japanese would do this; it's obviously useless!"

Liu Erwa looked disdainful.

In his view, such means are too petty.

It's like two people fighting; the one who can't win secretly draws circles and curses.

Lin Feng explained: "Geographical reasons have made the people here narrow-minded, lacking responsibility toward the world, and deep inside they have a strong sense of crisis, so to achieve their goals they resort to any means."

Lin Feng also recalled the sewage discharge incident a few years later.

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