Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

The ghost mother also stood up, as if following the shrine.

"Are you really going to follow me like this?"

The ghost mother was unmoved and chuckled.

"Buddhism is also hidden in life, as long as you don't mind being verbose."

Oh woman, you are playing with fire.

A very greasy line came to mind, but Jingu thought it was very suitable.

This plot is like when you are reading a book, you see a very nice wife character, and then when you get close to it, you know that the yellow-haired character is very dangerous.

Those who are familiar with these things will know with their feet what is going to happen next.

It can only be said that it is not only the hairstyle that is dangerous, but also the temperament.

Since the ghost mother insists on this, the palace will naturally not refuse.

"Let's go to the art museum in Hiroshima."

This sentence was said to Tamamozen and Sogaai, and the devil's mother just acquiesced that she was following them.

After holding the boat and sending away the angry Okuninami, the staff of the shrine finally breathed a sigh of relief and consciously served the shrine.

However, under the instructions of the Shrine, they had no choice but to treat the ghost mother as if she was nothing, completely ignoring her existence, even deliberately closing the door in advance when getting in the car.

Naturally, the devil will not give up easily due to such a small amount of difficulty.

"I have an inexplicable feeling of strange talk..."

In the car, Su Gaiai couldn't help but complain and looked at the Japanese mother and son who had been following them in the rearview mirror.

He seemed to be strolling around but he followed them closely, which inexplicably reminded Su Gaia of that urban legend who could crawl at a speed of 70 yards with only half of his body left.

Jingu touched the little miko's head and comforted her.

"It doesn't matter, let her follow first."

The car stopped in front of the Hiroshima Prefectural Museum of Art, and the Japanese mother-in-law arrived at the same time, following closely behind.

"Why are you coming here? It feels like you might as well continue sitting at Itsukushima Shrine."

As soon as he got off the bus, Tamamo Mae made a complaint.

The Hiroshima Prefectural Museum of Art is too shabby. After all, this is Yingzhou. This is a public art museum. It is too different from the Hiroshima Museum of Modern Art next door.

"Well, I just happened to see something interesting on the plane that really interested me."

After giving the fox a few casual squeezes, Tamamo Mae felt at ease.

Due to the sudden incident, the place was not cleared, but for this deserted place, there were not many tourists.

After all, everyone is very busy. Who would wander around an ordinary art museum without any masterpieces by famous artists?

However, Jingu seemed very interested. After looking at the map of the art museum, he went straight to the place he was more interested in.

Fang walked.

In the corner of the art museum, Jingu finally found the goal of his visit this time.

Under the light, a particularly distinctive painting was hung on the wall. At this time, an elderly staff member was maintaining the painting.

Without the refraction of the glass, the light shining on it will reflect a cool, dim, and gorgeous red color.

The entire painting is filled with red, from beginning to end, every inch is occupied by the eye-catching red color. Only at the bottom of the canvas, you can see some black shadows, identifying the appearance of the city.

Except for Jingu, everyone else seemed to know nothing about this painting. Only the person responsible for maintaining the painting turned around in surprise.

If you look carefully, you will see a sitting Buddha statue in the upper right corner of the picture. The billowing red color looks like red clouds and seems to depict the scene of hell.

"Is this guest here specifically to see this painting?"

The man who maintained the painting stopped what he was doing and started talking to the shrine.

"Ah."

"It's rare. Everyone should prefer going to the Nuclear Explosion Memorial Museum."

After sighing, the man started talking to himself.

"This painting is called "The Life of Hiroshima". I, an old man, don't need to explain the scene it depicts. However, the most unique thing about this painting is the Fudo Myooh in the upper right corner."

Jingu nodded and asked again.

"Old sir, why do you think there is an extra Fudo Myoto painted here?"

Behind him, several people had probably guessed what Shen Gong wanted to say, and their expressions changed slightly.

"Is it much? This is art."

The old man touched his beard and said with some nostalgia:

"Some people may think that the author painted the compassionate Buddha here to commemorate and commemorate the people who died on that day, but that is not the case."

"How?"

"Buddha is both compassionate and wrathful. The Fudo Myooh in this painting is the wrathful appearance of Buddha in Tantric Buddhism. He stands high above the burning Hiroshima with a ferocious face."

The old man's fingertips touched the Buddha statue in the painting.

"The meaning expressed is not compassion, but wrath and eradication of evil. The red clouds burning Hiroshima are more like the lotus platform burning with the flame of wisdom under the throne of Ming."

King Fudo, the leader of all kings of light, holds a sword of wisdom. His wrathful flames can burn away all troubles and evil spirits.

"So he's killing evil, right?"

Jingu looked at the painting and said something.

The old man looked at the painting and then at the shrine. He didn't know whether he was talking about the painting or the King Ming in the painting.

"Yes, but no, this is not just to eliminate evil. The means are just the process, and the result is to awaken the world."

The devil's mother spoke out cheerfully,

"If it is true that the Ming King Blessed One uses the flame of supreme wisdom to inflict heavenly punishment, the essence of punishment is to persuade people to do good. This is the essence of Buddhism and the method of our Tantra."

"People in the world are always biased because of our tantric teachings, but they don't know that we cultivate because of suffering, control because of anger, restrain desires because of anger, and subjugate demons with anger. This is just to warn the world not to make the same mistake again and again."

"Then do you think this method is successful or not?"

Shengong asked back, looking at the ghost mother playfully, with a plan in mind.

"The Dharma can naturally be achieved, but people in the world cannot obtain it overnight. It takes thousands of kalpas before they can achieve the true Dharma."

The ghost mother said frankly, but Jingu didn't care much about this answer.

"You don't need to tell me this, because your mission has been completed. Tell Kukai that I agreed to his deal."

The sudden good news did not make the ghost mother feel happy.

"That guy Tokugawa Ieyasu is the incarnation of Toteru Daigongen, Yakushi Tathagata, right?"

Jingu turned around and showed a very interesting smile.

"Then I will be the Immovable Ming King, and the god's name will take the meaning of radiant light, fission and pure fire, and I will be called "The Great Ming King of Nuclear Fusion and Savior"!"

Just writing for fun, I just happened to see this painting and its author.

Chapter 225 Nuclear Light Measures Suffering and Saves the World

"Absurd! Too ridiculous! Absolutely impossible!"

"How can we agree to such a ridiculous request! He is clearly refusing!"

The devil's mother retreated quietly, her face expressionless.

The candlelight swayed violently, and in the dim room, the shadows covered their faces like a veil.

Each wore a different style of monk's robes, some were as shriveled as corpses, and some were fat monks with a big belly.

"Quiet, quiet, Master An Ran, there is no need to ruin your thousands of years of practice just because of a word."

Kukai shook his head and looked around at the others.

"So what do you think? The transaction conditions have been sent."

To be fair, when Kukai heard Jingu's request, his first reaction was to refuse it. This request was not a question of reasonableness or unreasonability.

It's almost humiliating

"This request is simply impossible. If you want to refuse, there is no need to humiliate us like this!"

"Is there really no room for change? Even just changing the name of the god is fine."

They didn't care about the incarnation of Fudo Myooh. They were already prepared to give up this little benefit, even if it was a bit outrageous or not like Buddhist painting style, it was no problem.

"It is impossible to agree to this request."

The other monk shook his head.

"Our purpose is to spread the doctrine, but if we follow his request, we will only lose a large part of our popular base."

"For this kind of thing, our silence is the best response."

That's right, just as it is best for the shrine not to mention the harmonious relationship between gods and Buddhas, for Buddhism, the best response to the Hiroshima Incident is not to respond, and only to mourn and pray for blessings.

"Is this considered revenge?"

He used the same method to retaliate, but the shrine did not reveal the matter like Kukai did that day, so Kukai didn't know whether it was revenge or whether he really thought so.

According to their vision, cooperation with the Shrine is a win-win situation, and each can obtain a large amount of the faith they want.

But if the conditions of the shrine are followed, the name of the god of the shrine may be sought after by a large number of anti-war people, but Buddhism will be trapped in a situation where it is forced to choose and take sides.

"Of course, this is not completely impossible."

Kukai suddenly spoke up.

"It's not impossible to agree, as long as someone among us is willing to make sacrifices."

"You mean that one of our sects will bear the cost alone and invest separately, right?"

Yes, not everyone in front of me disagrees with this proposal, but so what if they agree?