I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Sir, the association said that they have cut off contact with the detectives of Section 9 here. Are we waiting here..."

In front of the apartment, a tall and strong middle-aged monk checked the information on his mobile phone and asked softly respectfully.

Beside him is a thin, wrinkled old monk.

"Amitabha... There is something special in this apartment... Presumably Mochizuki's little girl is trapped in it..."

The old monk didn't answer his question, just chanted the Buddha's name lightly and slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there are no eyeballs, only empty eye sockets, staring faintly at the apartment in front of him.

This old monk, who once had a relationship with Sosuke Araki and received his 150 yen "heavy gold" donation, is the host of the Kawasaki Daishi Temple, Kukai.

The two appeared here precisely because after discovering that Mochizuki Ayano and the apartment group had lost contact, Iwata Takeshi sent emergency help to the Soul Eliminator Association in the name of Lesson 9.

The two who happened to be closest to this place rushed over.

Hearing the old monk's words, the middle-aged monk Hongfa's eyes flooded with golden Buddha light. After staring at the apartment in front of him for a while, his expression changed.

Let him drive Tianyantong with all his strength, but he can't see anything out of the ordinary.

"Don't have a world? Even my celestial eyesight can't see through it. This method of obstructing the eyes is too terrifying..."

"Hongfa, the barrier here is not a method of resentment blocking the eyes, but a kind of existence that isolates time and space like Shenyin. Look at it with 'heart' and you can detect it... The situation is urgent, you protect the law for me, let me temporarily Give it a try."

After saying that, the old monk Kukai actually sat cross-legged in the center of the parking lot and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently.

Following his movements, a layer of golden Buddha light composed of Sanskrit characters spread out with him as the center.

"Well."

The middle-aged monk named "Hongfa" responded, holding a Buddhist bead and standing beside him vigilantly.

The golden Buddha light scattered five meters in front of the door of the apartment, as if boiling oil had dripped into cold water, and bursts of sonic booms erupted.

Between the explosion of the Buddha's light, a transparent barrier composed of black resentment could be seen, isolated from the apartment.

Through the ripples raised by the Buddha's light on the barrier, Dafa could be vaguely seen. The originally white and elegant walls of the apartment had become as old and mottled as lava, covered with dark red bloodstains.

"Is this... the real body of this apartment?"

Host Kong Hai is very old, so Dafa did not dare to disturb him, so he could only be vigilant in secret.

Five minutes later, fine beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the old monk Kukai, and his beard trembled with anger.

"Injustice! The resentment in this apartment is so strong, how many souls have been slaughtered... Spread the Fa, please help me..."

Hearing what Kukai said, Hongfa also sat cross-legged beside him and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently.

Centered on the two of them, a more magnificent Buddha light continuously impacts on the black invisible barrier of the apartment.

The two of them practice the Dharma. They are good at defending and not attacking, and they are not good at power.

The invisible barrier composed of this resentment is also very tough, and it is constantly weakened under the magnificent Buddha's light. Seeing that five minutes have passed, it has never collapsed.

"I can feel that the existence inside this apartment has become restless... I'm afraid, the little girl of the Mochizuki family can't wait... It seems that I can only use that style..."

Feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power constantly emerging in the apartment, Kukai knew that someone must be fighting the resentment inside, so he didn't want to wait any longer.

"However, host...that style is too much spiritual power, with your body..."

"Back then, when the monk Baishi taught me this palm method of descending from the sky, he taught me that I am a Buddha who is compassionate, crossing people is like crossing myself, crossing myself also crossing others..."

Saying so, Kukai stood up, and a thick Buddha light condensed in his palm.

"If I can't save others by myself, what's the use of learning this palm method."

Buddha's palm.

"Pfft..."

A streak of blood flowed from the mouth of the empty sea.

His already old face also turned gloomy, like a candle in the wind.

It seems that just gaining momentum has already made his old body unbearable.

"Host... My Buddha is compassionate..."

Looking at the host who was burning like a candle in the wind, there were tears in Hongfa's eyes.

The host's physical condition is not as good as it is day by day, but now after this consumption...

Just when Host Kong Hai was about to blast out the powerful and deep "Buddha Fate Palm" in the hands of the host.

"Boom boom boom..."

With the roaring exhaust sound, a heavy locomotive quickly drove into the parking lot.

This is a large-displacement heavy-duty locomotive with black paint and a streamlined decoration like a blade.

Evil spews.

This exaggerated locomotive passed by the two of them at high speed, lifted the hem of the monk's robe, and swayed the spring light of white flowers.

Then, the locomotive jumped up in place with a gorgeous head, stopping the momentum, the front wheel slammed firmly on the ground, and bursts of dust rose up...

The original tough barrier of resentment that isolated time and space was smashed by the motorcycle, and it shattered like a mirror.

The grudge-filled dilapidated apartment with a purgatory-like appearance appeared in front of Kukai and the two abruptly.

After the motorcycle turned its head up, it turned 180 degrees on the spot, and stopped handsomely with the smell of mushy tires.

Only then did Hongfa see clearly that the man sitting astride the car was a man wearing a ghost-faced helmet and a slightly ashamed tight leather jacket. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

After the rider parked the car, he stepped out of the car, hurriedly took out a food box from the incubator with the words "Leave the front hall" printed on the back seat of the motorcycle, and walked carelessly towards the door of the apartment.

"Yes... it's him..."

Kukai angrily dissipated the Buddha's light in his hand and said tremblingly.

"Host... actually know this person? What is this, where is it sacred..."

Hongfa was still immersed in the shock of the resentment barrier being crushed.

Although the Buddhist esoteric method is not good at attacking, but he and the host joined forces just now, and it took a lot of Buddhist power to still be unable to break it.

But under this man's tire, he was as fragile as paper.

What's even more unbelievable is that with his heavenly eyesight, he couldn't even see that there was any spiritual power in this rider, just like ordinary people.

It is unheard of to actually be able to condense the powerful spiritual power in the body to this point.

Hongfa only felt that the Three Views that he had cultivated for many years, just now, together with the resentment barrier, shattered to the ground.

"This son... and we once had a relationship... Thanks to my hard work all my life, I have cultivated my eyesight, but I never thought that I would have lost my eyes that day, and I didn't blind the pair of blind eyes in vain."

Kong Hai, who is blind with both eyes, recognizes people and objects, and naturally does not rely on appearances, and instantly recognizes the identity of the person who comes.

"I've suffered, I'm going to be deducted..."

The two monks just stared blankly at the rider, muttering to each other, holding the food box in their hands, and hurriedly stepped into the door of the apartment.

The thick resentment surrounding the apartment, from the moment he stepped into the door, poured into his back from both sides.

Like a Kunpeng spreading its wings.

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