Naruto: Menma Exiting Infinite Tsukuyomi

Chapter 143: Lord Jashin Favors You

"Compared to you, that guy Kabuto is much more pleasing to the eye."

With that, Sasori directly abandoned Kakuzu, using Body Flicker to rush towards the money exchange station.

Kakuzu watched his retreating back, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

He had barely interacted with Yakushi Kabuto a few times, so why would he suddenly speak up for him?

And Pain, Orochimaru, Biwa Jūzō...

These guys all seem to have a good relationship with Yakushi Kabuto.

That guy, Yakushi Kabuto... does he have that much charm?

"I really don't get it."

Kakuzu said with a puzzled face: "No matter how you think about it, the charm of money and banknotes should be greater, right?"

Just a brat with glasses and weak strength.

Shaking his head to dispel the useless thoughts, he slowly walked towards the money exchange station.

Before long, he saw Sasori standing by a dry well.

"Slow enough."

Sasori finished speaking with a dissatisfied tone, then leaped down into the dry well.

Kakuzu, carrying the corpse, also followed closely behind and jumped down.

The Land of Hot Water's underground money exchange station was built beneath this unremarkable dry well.

The underground money exchange station belonged to the underground black market with its complex network. Every country had a base for this organization, deeply rooted in the ninja world.

The bounty hunters rampant in the underground black market were either missing-nin or wandering samurai.

Although their strengths varied, there were many powerful existences.

And Kakuzu was a renowned existence throughout the entire underground black market.

The person in charge of the money exchange station, after checking the corpse Kakuzu handed over, nodded with a serious expression, then looked at Kakuzu beside him.

"Mr. Kakuzu, there's no problem with the mission target."

He took out a black leather case full of banknotes and handed it respectfully to Kakuzu: "This is your payment for this time, a total of fifteen million ryō. Please verify it."

Kakuzu subconsciously wanted to take the black case, but his movement suddenly paused.

"Verification can wait."

Kakuzu looked at the leather case with some regret, then looked at the staff member and asked: "I want to purchase intelligence regarding the Cult of Jashin. You can deduct the intelligence fee from this bounty later."

Before joining the Akatsuki, he often obtained intelligence from the underground black market.

But this place didn't provide intelligence for free; one needed to use money to buy it.

So after joining Akatsuki and having the more convenient and free White Zetsu, Kakuzu rarely spent money to buy intelligence from the black market.

Now, it couldn't help but make him feel the pinch.

"Intelligence on the Cult of Jashin? Please wait a moment, I will go check for you."

The person in charge maintained a respectful and serious attitude, turning and walking into the room behind him.

Although the Land of Hot Water was now just a small country famous in the ninja world for its hot springs and tourism,

it once actually possessed the "combat ninja village" of Yugakure. Its strength only withered because the Daimyō cut its funding.

As staff of the Land of Hot Water's money exchange station, many of them were retired ninja from Yugakure.

Naturally, they had some means to easily obtain intelligence on the Land of Hot Water.

"Mr. Kakuzu, very lucky, I found it."

Before long, the person in charge walked out of the room and handed the scroll in his hand to Kakuzu.

Kakuzu scanned the intelligence scroll, a trace of doubt flashing in his green eyes.

The Cult of Jashin, permanently stationed in the Land of Hot Water, a sect that worships the so-called "Evil God."

Inside the Cult of Jashin is a group of madmen who can use chakra and unknown secret techniques.

This kind of inexplicable religious sect, why would it arouse Pain's curiosity?

Thinking this, Kakuzu looked at the person in charge again, asking: "I need the whereabouts of the Cult of Jashin. Can you get your hands on it?"

"...This matter is a bit difficult."

The person in charge pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "The Cult of Jashin has always been very mysterious. That group of madmen runs rampant everywhere, their whereabouts are impossible to track."

Kakuzu didn't make things difficult for him, just adding: "That's a real pity. If you have any news, I hope you can keep an eye out for me."

"Understood."

The person in charge nodded: "We will have our people pay more attention to intelligence in this area."

Hearing him agree, Kakuzu and Sasori then left the underground money exchange station, carrying the black leather case.

After getting outside,

"Speaking of which, there's something I've always been curious about."

Sasori, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked: "Since you love money so much, why not just rob the money exchange station directly?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Kakuzu's steps immediately paused.

"Brat, you're still too young."

He said calmly: "Even a lawless land needs rules to be restricted."

"If the rules cease to exist, then no matter how much money you have, it's just waste paper too rough to even wipe your ass with."

With that, without waiting for Sasori's reaction,

He used a Body Flicker and arrived on the nearest tree.

Eating in the wind and sleeping in the dew, Kakuzu was long accustomed to it.

The environment here was very secluded, and the terrain was also favorable for escape and observation.

Even if attacked by an enemy, he could use the surrounding environment as cover for his retreat.

"Let's make do here for one night first."

Kakuzu looked at Sasori under the tree, calling out: "Let's recharge our energy before going to find traces of those Jashinists."

...

Within a deep mountain in the territory of the Land of Hot Water.

The inside of this deep mountain had been completely hollowed out and transformed into a very secret base.

A giant stone statue of an evil god with no facial features stood erect within the base.

A figure with its head lowered was pierced through the limbs and torso by eighteen pitch-black long spears, just quietly suspended on the chest of the statue.

Scarlet blood dripped unceasingly, flowing into the grooves on the ground.

For any normal person, being pierced through the limbs and torso by eighteen pitch-black long spears – even with immediate rescue, such a fatal wound would almost certainly lead to death.

But strangely,

Several people dressed in black long robes, wearing silver pendant necklaces with an outer circle and inner triangle around their necks, had no intention of saving the person at all.

They just surrounded him, indifferently and continuously recording something, their expressions unchanging.

Just then.

"Alright, that's enough for today's ritual."

A middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, wearing a dark red long robe, walked over from behind the group.

Upon hearing his voice, the several black-robed people bowed respectfully and slowly withdrew.

The figure nailed to the stone statue, sensing someone approaching, subconsciously raised his head.

He had slicked-back gray hair, pale purple eyes, and his muscular upper body was bare.

Upon seeing the man before him, he grinned, revealing a smile.

"Lord Ryūmei, good evening!"

This somewhat roguish, handsome smile, paired with his current blood-soaked appearance, looked exceptionally bizarre.

"Good evening, Hidan."

The man called Ryūmei smiled, his tone gentle: "Today's ritual also went very smoothly. It seems Lord Jashin favors you greatly."

(End of Chapter)

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