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Chapter 174 Minato Namikaze Seeks Answers

"You all don't understand."

Gamamaru repeated the sentence, then slowly closed his eyes, ignoring the toads around him.

Inside its belly, an ancient talisman floated above Jiraiya, emitting a soft golden light.

The light enveloped Jiraiya's body, the bleeding stopped, and the wounds began to heal slowly.

Even more incredibly, his missing lower body began to regrow little by little at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye; it was a celestial talisman.

The natural energy accumulated by Mount Myoboku for thousands of years is all concentrated in this talisman.

It can bring the dead back to life and restore broken bodies, but at the cost of the spell itself being completely destroyed.

Gamamaru looked at the talisman, his eyes filled with hesitation.

Jiraiya's body is incomplete, and his resurrection may take more than ten years until his body is repaired, at which point he can break the talisman and bring back his soul.

"Hopefully, Jiraiya will recover before fate arrives. Only then will Mount Myōboku be qualified to participate in this destiny..."

It murmured to itself, "What on earth happened?"

As he spoke, he drifted off to sleep. He tried to use his prophetic abilities to see the future and the past, but the images were blurry.

He dared not continue. His predetermined fate seemed to be broken little by little, and he could no longer see through it!

Soon, his idiocy returned, and he mumbled, "Little Jiraiya, has the chosen one been found?"

The group of heavily injured toads surrounding Gamamaru couldn't help but show sadness when they heard him say those words again.

At this moment, Gamabunta said to the many toads, "From today onwards, Mount Myōboku will be closed."

"Huh? Boss Wentai, when will we be able to open the mountain?" a giant toad asked.

"Wait until Boss Gamamaru regains consciousness and gives an accurate prophecy." After saying this, Bunta hopped away. He needed to recuperate and repair his katana. Moreover, he felt that something big was going to happen in the future, and he had to improve his strength.

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Meanwhile, Aburame Shisei was far away on the ruins of Tangren Village, where he was retrieving the insect swarms on the surface of the village.

They used earth-building insects to restore the houses and all traces of the large-scale battle, while the burned trees and rocks naturally disappeared.

All traces of the battle vanished, and I felt as if nothing had happened.

However, upon closer inspection, the original village is completely different from the current village.

Soon, the surviving people were slowly carried to the surface by the insect swarm. Their memories were stuck on the moment before the evil god cult massacred the people, and they had forgotten all the scary and bad things.

There were some things they hadn't forgotten: the people of Konoha had desperately tried to stop an adult from slaughtering the followers of the evil god cult, which was why their village had ended up like this. It was all the fault of those meddlesome Konoha ninjas!

Such profound memories replay in their minds again and again. Without any filters or brainwashing, all their anger and helplessness will transform into resentment.

Aburame Shisei watched their expressions change constantly, from sweet dreams to nightmares, and then back to calm.

Eventually, his hair color and clothes returned to their original state, and Mihoko, who was standing next to him, also regained consciousness at this moment.

She looked around, completely disregarding her own injuries, and her first words were, "My child, my child!"

"Shiraki, have you seen my child?"

"He was taken away by the evil cult!" Hearing this, she felt utterly hopeless. "Why him? Why my child?"

"Is he still alive?" She didn't have a psychological problem.

You Nuzhi shook his head. "I don't know. You rest first and reassure the villagers. I'll be right back."

"Go find the cult of evil gods?" she asked.

"Then could you...?"

Aburame Shisei raised his hand to interrupt him, "If there's still a chance."

After saying that, two pairs of blue dragonfly wings grew from his back and he flew into the sky.

Halfway there, I looked into the distance.

Gamamaru, will you use your abilities to investigate my true identity?

If so, there must be a lot of natural energy in Mount Myoboku. I just don't know if it has been polluted by toads or if it is easy to be transformed.

As he pondered, the swarm of insects surged within his sleeve, as if in response to his words.

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On the other side of the evil god's cave, Minato Namikaze and his companions had just dealt with the evil god's followers who were surrounding them.

This was the first time they had encountered such incomprehensible customs. They were just ordinary people, with no trace of cultivation in their bodies, and unable to use chakra.

But they still brandished their swords and charged at them without hesitation, even as their limbs were severed and blood flowed freely, they still shouted, "For the Evil God Cult!"

Minato Namikaze remained silent, puzzled. "Have these people been corrupted by evil magic?"

"There's no evil magic involved, it's just ordinary brainwashing."

After stabbing a civilian in the throat with a kunai, Nara Shikaku kicked the corpse away, sending it crashing into another person.

"Ordinary people have weak willpower and shallow knowledge, and are most easily manipulated. With just a little enticement, they will throw themselves into it without hesitation."

Minato Namikaze continued to frown. "But they don't look like people suffering."

"It has nothing to do with suffering or not," Nara Shikaku shook his head and said. "Some people, even if they live a wealthy life, will think that the world is at fault whenever they encounter something unpleasant. And the appearance of an evil god will amplify the evil in their hearts and give them what they perceive as equality."

"What?"

"Death, death is the most equal thing, so they must dedicate their lives to the evil god! In order to obtain the power of eternal immortality, this is the privilege of their faith in the evil god."

Minato Namikaze never expected that Shikaku Nara would go out of his way to decipher the doctrines of the Jashin cult.

Just then, the outer circle of believers had been killed, and Akimichi Choza, covered in blood, walked out from inside. But before he could speak, a heart-delivering frog jumped over from a distance, panting heavily.

"Lord Minato Namikaze, it's terrible! Lord Jiraiya is dead! Lord Bunta went to great lengths to get me out of here. He sent me to deliver a message, urging you to escape this place quickly!"

"Our teacher is dead!" Minato Namikaze froze on the spot.

"What exactly happened? How did the teacher die?" he asked the frog urgently.

The little toad felt a little dizzy from being shaken, and quickly shook its head, saying, "I don't know either. I just received a message that says we should leave here as soon as possible!"

Nara Shikaku calmly said, "Let's go back to Konoha."

"No!"