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Chapter 28 28. Your son is being trampled under your feet
Fujiwara Rin also knew them.

The old monk is the abbot of Sensoji Temple, with powerful mana and noble status, and can be ranked among the top three in the influence of Buddhism and Taoism in Japan.

The little monk is his apprentice.

The two came to save the souls of the dead.

Generally speaking, after a person dies, the soul will be arrested and returned to Huangquan Kingdom by the black and white ghost envoys.

But if people died unjustly, their dead souls will have resentment, which can prevent them from being discovered by black and white ghosts, and thus continue to wander in the world.

Revenants have no intelligence and no ability to harm people.

But if they are left alone, they can absorb the grievances they need by scaring people, and gradually turn into ghosts that are harmful to a certain extent. As more and more grievances are accumulated, the ghosts will become more brutal and powerful, with only one mind Wraiths who know revenge.

In order to prevent the birth of resentful spirits, priests or monks can be seen performing rituals at the scene of most murders.

Fujiwara Rin doesn't know how to do things either.

Therefore, he has great respect for priests and monks who can practice deeds.

"Hello, Master Hongwen." Rinya Fujiwara clasped his hands together and saluted the old monk.

The title of clergy is respected, the younger ones use the master, and the older or high-status ones use the master.

"Hi Fujiwara-kun."

Old monk Hongwen politely returned the salute.

Are you welcome...

As an old neighbor for decades, he knows the past of Asakusa Shrine better than anyone else. If the child in front of him is really a descendant of the witch, the nearly [-] monks in Sensoji Temple would not be enough to beat him with one hand.

After exchanging greetings with Fujiwara Rinya, the old monk took off the beads, clasped his palms together, and began to recite the Mantra of Rebirth in a low voice. The young monk didn't dare to delay, and began to beat the wooden fish in his hand.

The sound of chanting sutras carried the Dharma, causing the air in the tent to fluctuate unnoticed by ordinary people.

The two figures slowly gathered together.

A man and a woman, two dead souls who kept their pre-death appearances floated in the air with confused expressions.

The man is wearing a gorgeous and exaggerated costume, looking left and right, as if he is looking for the way home, and his waving hands seem to want to find a support to stabilize his body; the woman's clothes are sexy, With bright makeup on her face, she seemed to have nowhere to go. She squatted down and hugged her legs with her hands. Her curled up body was like an unclaimed suitcase on an airport turntable.

Looking at the two dead souls, Rinya Fujiwara sighed in pity, and turned to Suzuki Police Department: "Do you know their identities?"

"Well, the gene pool has already been compared." Suzuki Police Department picked up the tablet from the temporary desk next to it, and swipe it twice with his fingertips, "The man's name is Kitahara Hideki, and his family runs a construction company. Rich young master The girl's name is Moose Saomi, and she has been an orphan since she was a child, without any relatives."

After all, he showed Fujiwara Rinya the citizen registration information on the tablet.

Moose Saomi in the photo is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with bright and clear eyes and an innocent expression. It is difficult to connect her with the heavily made-up dead soul in front of her.

Rin Fujiwara also raised his head, looking at the dead soul of Moose Saomi.

Even though she is dead and has lost all consciousness, she still deeply remembers the reality that she has nowhere to go. It's pitiful to think about it.

Finished reciting the mantra.

The old monk opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and lightly tapped Moose Zaomi's forehead.

"Please rest in peace."

A soft light bloomed from the old monk's fingertips. In this burst of warm light, Baise had not shown a relieved smile on his face, and gradually turned into white light spots floating in the air.

Infected by the smile on his face, Fujiwara Rin also smiled and bowed slightly to the old monk: "Master's merit is immeasurable."

This phenomenon is called "becoming a Buddha".

Purify the resentment of the dead soul, let it let go of obsession, recall the best time in life, get relief in happiness, and leave safely.

Every wronged soul has a tragic experience, and this method of salvation can be regarded as a kind of compensation and comfort for them.

It's a pity that Fujiwara Rin couldn't do it either.

When he transcends, he can only use another relatively efficient and simple method.

"You can go on the road with peace of mind, don't be nostalgic for the mortal world." While chanting the mantra of passing away, the old monk walked towards the ghost of Hideki Kitahara, who was floating at the door of the tent, looking for the way home.

At this moment, there was a heart-piercing cry from outside the door.

"My son—"

The curtain of the tent was thrown open, and a man in his 50s stumbled in.

Hideki Kitahara, who was lingering at the door, was blown apart by his old father before he even had time to recall the happiest time in his life.

The old monk hurriedly clasped his hands together, bowed his head and said silently: "Being scattered by my father, you must have left with a smile, Amitabha..."

"Mr. Police," Mr. Kitahara rushed directly in front of Police Department Suzuki, his eyes were red, and he choked up crying, "Where is my son, where is he, can you let me see him..."

"Uh, this..." Police Department Suzuki looked at him sympathetically, and pointed to the old monk next to him, "Mr. Kitahara, please ask Master, I don't understand that aspect."

"Grandmaster--"

Mr. Beiyuan turned around and held the old monk's hands: "Where is my son..."

"Well……"

The old monk didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Sir," the little monk saw the embarrassment of the master, so he took up the words quite tactfully, "Your son was rushed by you just now..."

The old monk interrupted him directly: "Don't talk nonsense without dust!"

"Master?" A big question mark lit up on the little monk's head.

"Come here, I'll tell you too," the old monk leaned into the young monk's ear and whispered, "This benefactor is very sad now, we shouldn't provoke him anymore, you understand?"

"Hmm." The little monk nodded with a vague understanding.

"To put it in a more euphemistic way," the old monk continued to teach, "The monks are compassionate. We should minimize the pain of the family members of the deceased and let them accept the facts with a calm mind."

"clear."

The little monk responded to the master.

Looking at the grief-stricken Mr. Beiyuan, he turned his head and glanced at the minced meat on the ground.

You can't let the husband know that his son's soul was dispersed by himself, so as long as he reminds him of the fact that his son has already been killed by the ghost, can't he accept it more calmly?

I'm so smart!
Complimenting himself silently, the little monk clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Mr. Beiyuan, your son is being trampled under your feet."

"...?"

Mr. Kitahara lowered his head and looked at the debris all over the floor.

I am such a big son...

Is that all that's left?

moment.

Mr. Kitahara was dizzy for a while, his vision went black, and his body fell to the ground weakly.

"Be careful." Fujiwara Rinya, with quick eyesight and quick hands, leaped over and hugged Mr. Kitahara.

At this time, the little monk with red lips and white teeth turned his head to look at the master, with an expression of "quickly praise the apprentice" to invite credit.

The old monk's face darkened.

"Uh...well, that, let's go back first," he tried his best to maintain the demeanor of a master monk, and said to Fujiwara Rinya with a smile, "I will trouble Fujiwara-kun for the next thing, if necessary, you can Come to Sensoji Temple anytime to find the foolish monk."

Say it.

Fujiwara Rin could not reply.

The old monk took the young monk and ran out in a hurry.

Those who didn't know it thought that their Sensoji Temple was on fire, and they rushed back to put out the fire.

I hope that there will be no stick education in Sensoji Temple... Fujiwara Rinya prayed for the little monk from the bottom of his heart, handed Mr. Kitahara to the doctor outside the tent, and turned to chat with the Suzuki police department about the case.

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