I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Today, as the 'fifteenth' favored person of the Aum Shinrikyo Society, I want to ask Shi Tai for some advice..."

The man with the black hood, on the mask he was wearing, squarely wrote the two slender calligraphy "Xiwu" in black ink.

"Have the Buddha you believed ever appeared in front of you and proved your existence?!"

Countless slender arms protruded from the slightly bowed back of the black-robed man.

"This old man's 'power of thin hands' is the 'true god' that I believe in, and the divine support bestowed by me!"

The "Slim Hand" is a monster originating from the northeastern region of Japan.

The protective spiritual power and enchantment of ordinary slayers seem to be nothing to ghosts such as "thin hands".

However, the Buddhist Dharma, which Junko Kato has cultivated, is extremely good at guarding, and it has been stalemate until now.

"Have the Buddha you believe in ever stretched out even a finger to you when you were confused, desperate, and suffering?"

"Now, you are about to lose your life. Will the Buddha you believe in come to save you?!"

Under the black robe, the old female voice seemed to be mad and aggressively questioning.

"Buddhas have three incapacities: they cannot be saved without a predestined relationship, they cannot change their karma, and all sentient beings cannot be exhausted..."

Under the frantic flapping of the arms, the pink Buddha bell was gradually compressed, but Junko Kato's voice was still calm.

"One who cannot eliminate fixed karma, it is said that the Buddha can empty all appearances, cut off the evil of all living beings, and cannot avoid fixed karma by himself."

Turning a blind eye to the critical situation in front of her, she actually discussed the Dharma with the other party in a serious manner.

"Secondly, those who are unable to save those who have no predestined relationship are said to be able to transform and guide all sentient beings, but they cannot save those who have no predestination."

As she did not rush to express the Zen machine, the Buddha Bell, which had been weakened, actually stopped "shrinking" with great tenacity.

"Three people who cannot exhaust the world of life, say that the Buddha can save all sentient beings in the world, but cannot make the world of sentient beings be exhausted!"

The battle situation in the white fog froze again for a while.

"Tsk, this can't be, that's also not good, I think it's all your Buddha, making excuses for your incompetence!"

Smacking his lips disdainfully, "Number Fifteen" turned his head to look into the mist on the right, and called out kindly: "Good, don't linger... If you don't do it again, you will waste those guys with only muscles in their heads. Come here, the living sacrifice named by the president will be robbed."

"Snapped……"

In response to her, there was a clear high-five.

"Precious grains..."

After the applause, the girl's innocent and innocent singing sounded in the fog.

"Many flowers and trees..."

Another short black-robed man, folded his hands reverently and hummed a simple waka, slowly appeared from the white fog and stood beside "Number 15".

"It's all a gift of sunshine..."

On the mask on her face, the Arabic numerals "18" are written crookedly with the graffiti-like brushstrokes of a child.

"The food that nurtured my life..."

While humming softly, "Number Eighteen" lifted the hood and turned the mask to the back of his head.

"It's all the grace of Amaterasu-sama..."

This was actually a girl with a large and exaggerated ball head tied on both sides of her hair, her face was immature, and she was no more than sixteen years old.

"Oh, there are still people who can sing this waka?"

Listening to this weird tone and lyrics, Junko Kato thought for a while and recognized this waka.

This is a waka composed by the Edo master of Chinese studies, Nobuyoshi Motoi, to praise the food given by Amaterasu.

To this day, many Shinto priests still hum the song and pray solemnly before meals.

Before ordinary people eat, they will put their hands together and say "I'll start (いただきます, which is also from this waka, which is a simplified version of the ceremony.

"Your life (あなたのせいめい)..."

When the song was about to end, No. 18 clasped his hands together again and clapped, and bowed 90 degrees to the pink Buddha clock wrapped around countless arms.

"...I accept (いただきます)!"

Her closed eyes and lowered face were full of sincere and sincere gratitude.

As soon as the words fell, her neck stretched like lightning, her head swelled a hundred times like air, she opened her huge mouth like a great white shark, and bit down on the Buddha bell where Junko Kato was sitting...

"I'll start (いただきます can also be understood as "I accept it".

This behind-the-scenes phrase comes from the last sentence of this waka.

This is also the last hypocrisy expressed by the diners towards the "food" that feeds themselves and loses their lives.

I take your life.

"It turned out to be... a ghost?"

From the gap in her arm, she saw "Number Eighteen" pounce on her huge mouth that was enough to swallow a whole car, and Junko Kato frowned slightly.

"Yes, it's a ghost..."

Saying this in an innocent tone, the huge head of "Number 18" like a hot air balloon gnawed on the Buddha's bell.

"You can eat anything, never have to worry about being hungry, just a bite!"

Onikou is a legendary monster whose head suddenly grows large and can swallow a person in one bite.

"Crackling..."

Bitten by the sharp teeth in her mouth, the pink Buddha bell immediately crumbled, showing dense cracks.

"Hey, bang quack!"

Seemingly satisfied with the taste of this Buddha bell, No. 18 grinned and increased the bite force.

"The World-Honored One speaks for me, persuades thirst, and achieves joy..."

Among the Buddhist bells, Junko Kato’s devout chanting continued.

"In the process of cultivation, there are various levels of joy..."

When the chanting sounded, the pink Buddha light on the Buddha bell became more and more intense, and the original crack was gradually restored.

"This master, can you ever imagine that the child on the 18th is an orphan who was adopted and raised in a shrine since childhood..."

It seems that he is still brooding about the previous conversation with Junko Kato, and while number 15 manipulated countless arms to beat the Buddha bell, he recounted it in a bitter tone~www.readwn.com~ However, those **** priests who claim to worship gods, but Keep her as a pet and refuse to even give her food..."

Having said that, she kindly reached out and put her hand on the thin shoulder of the person beside her.

"...Only when she offers her tender flesh in exchange can she get a full meal."

If her granddaughter hadn't left her, she would be so old now.

"When we rescued her, she couldn't even utter a complete sentence other than singing this pre-dinner waka..."

Hearing the hatred and love in his companion's words, "Number Eighteen" bit the giant face of the Buddha's bell with a twisted smile, and shook his head slightly.

"Mother-in-law...it's okay...I have forgiven 'father' and 'grandfather'..."

Immediately, the bun on her head cracked from the middle, turned into another giant mouth, and bit the Buddha bell from the other side.

"...After all, they've already become food in my stomach."