Tokyo gods only want priestly girls

He was already trapped in the beautiful Buddha land, surrounded by monks holding guns and spraying blue flames. There were also Buddhas and Bodhisattvas surrounded by deep round light flames, lowering their eyes towards them.

Religiously, the use of such hallucinogens is really widespread, and unsurprisingly, individual believers are singled out.

They were tricked into drinking more powerful hallucinogens by saying things like divine blood or divine ointment to create the illusion of seeing heaven and hell.

As for why Buddhism has such a thing as divine blood and divine ointment, it can only be said that these sects are all patchwork and stitched together, and it is not surprising to find anything.

"Believers, just like the Buddhist sutra that the young monk just recited, torture and pain are everywhere in this world, and it is a house of fire that burns all living beings."

"It is precisely because of pain that you all gather here and have this fate with the young monk."

The man was still talking nonsense, but someone beside him was kneeling down and crying uncontrollably.

"Master! Master! Please save me from the suffering of this world! I spend every day like a slave, enduring the eyes and ridicule of others. I have no future!"

"Master! Please save me!"

Pulling on the man's trouser legs, he couldn't stop crying.

By the way, hallucinogens can also intensify people's emotional expression and make people's emotions more extreme.

Under the influence of this man, the crowd gradually began to lose control of their emotions. Some were wailing loudly, while others were sobbing in low voices.

Complain about your life and current situation, or accuse yourself of misfortunes and tragic experiences.

The departure of relatives or lovers, no future prospects, the end of life in sight, oneself being devalued and despised, the bad news of broken dreams

There is no distinction between high and low pain, and no one is more painful than anyone else.

And under the infection of the crowd, this emotion will only spread more and more.

Ogasawara Yoriko looked at her mother. Under the influence of the drug, she was also crying, although this was not an unprecedented situation.

But maybe it was because in the past when her daughter was in front of her, the mother would always try her best to maintain a part of her motherly appearance.

And crying loudly like this seems to be a true reflection of her heart.

The pessimism of the crowd gradually became contagious, and just when it became more serious and nearly out of control, the sound of a gunshot broke the cry.

The thunderous gunshot interrupted the spread of emotions, but the shooter just blew the muzzle of the gun casually, and the bullet casing fell to the ground.

"Dear donors, don't be so impatient and listen to the young monk slowly."

Chapter 268: An end to all worries

The crowd that was almost out of control was stopped by the sound of gunshots.

The monk, who looked like a rock singer, put the pistol back into his robe, held the microphone again, and lowered his head.

"This benefactor, this little monk will be held by your hand and unable to move even an inch. He himself is in dire straits, so how can he save you, the benefactor?"

Before the other party showed a disappointed look, the man suddenly increased his volume and shouted.

"Dear donors! This world is just a journey of cultivation. The young monk is just like you, walking on the path of seeking his own liberation."

"What the Buddha passed down was a Dharma to save oneself, not a Dharma to save others, and the young monk today is just to spread this Dharma to all the donors."

With a snap of his fingers, someone also wearing monk's robes pushed a cart to his side. Under the white cloth, there should be

"Look at all the donors! This is the magic weapon given to us by the Buddha. It is a magic weapon that can eliminate many evil spirits on our way to enlightenment. It contains the magic weapon that contains the way to liberation."

The white cloth was lifted, and the dark guns were neatly placed on the cart. Each one was a genuine murder weapon.

This scene not only failed to scare the crowd, but instead made them more enthusiastic. They knelt on the ground and recited scriptures.

"That's why there is immeasurable light, immeasurable heat, immeasurable radiation, fission and pure fire, and the purification of the three thousand worlds."

"Praise to nuclear fusion for saving the world from the Ming Dynasty!"

The man also pretended to recite a few words, clasped his hands together, and paid tribute.

"The Great Ming King, who saves the world through nuclear fusion, traveled to the deep Prajnaparamita for a long time, and saw that all living beings are suffering, and is freed from all sufferings. The fission of depleted uranium has no hindrances. Therefore, there is no fear, and it is far away from upside-down dreams. The ultimate Nirvana, the Buddhas of the three generations. "

"So we know that nuclear fusion saves the world and the Ming Dynasty. The six pure three-phase bullets are the mantra of equality, the mantra of liberation, the mantra of supremeness, and the mantra of no equals. They can eliminate all suffering and are true and true."

All the believers also paid tribute and worshiped, unable to kneel for a long time.

The man then returned to the topic and continued his deception.

"King Ming's compassion manifested many incarnations, and many incarnations evolved in the karma fire mushroom cloud."

"The fission of pure fire is a great mercy, but also a great terror. All living beings in the three realms of suffering cannot be liberated, so traces appear among the many guns and firearms."

"The donors must be confused and ask, why are firearms magic weapons? What magic methods are included in them?"

The man grinned, and his gold teeth were particularly eye-catching under the light.

"boom!"

The man raised his hand and smashed the head of the person under his feet. Blood and unknown liquid splashed everywhere, but no one reacted at all, as if they were possessed.

"That's it. There are too many hardships and setbacks in the world that we need to overcome. They are hindering our progress. As long as we are like this."

The man fired another shot at the dead body on the ground.

"The so-called fetters and obstacles can be eliminated with the Buddha's magic weapon. You only need to simply pull the trigger and make a decision. It is so easy."

What a fallacy and heresy, but the people here are all brainwashed believers or people who are confused by hallucinogens, and they are all deeply smitten by him without knowing it.

"This donor, what are your troubles and pains?

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The smiling man helped the woman who was kneeling beside her and asked softly.

The hoodie was taken off directly, and her makeup was smeared with tears. Under the man's temptation, she expressed her inner pain.

"In order to get promoted, my boyfriend fell in love with the daughter of the company director. After I found out, he broke up with me directly."

"Master, is love such a fragile thing? He once told me clearly that even if it's a bit painful, as long as the two of us are together, everything will be fine."

"This benefactor, this little monk can't answer this kind of trouble."

The man grinned.

"Only you, the donor, will know the source of your troubles. Is your pain caused by your boyfriend who betrayed your love? Or by the minister who corrupted him with money? Only you can understand."

He put the gun in the woman's hand and guided her to pull the trigger.

"After understanding the source of your troubles, you only need to aim at him, and then gently pull the trigger, and the pain and frustration will be overcome."

Ogasawara Yoriko suddenly shuddered, she understood this man's bewitchment.

"Dear donors! This is the Dharma given to us by the Buddha! Betrayed by others; take the lives of your loved ones; be maliciously slandered or look down upon by others..."

"No matter what kind of pain or troubles you have, as long as you find the root cause and then use this magic weapon, you can be pure and free and overcome the disaster."

"This is the mercy of Lord Mingwang, which bridges the physical gap between people. A power that cannot be resisted? A class that oppresses people until they can't breathe? None of them have any effect in front of this magical weapon."

The man picked up a gun from the cart and shot several times over his head.

"Listen! Dear donors! This is great mercy! Great liberation! A pure and free voice! No matter what you hate, complain, or suffer, it will disappear in this voice."

"Even if it really doesn't work, you can still..."

The man pointed the gun at his head.

"Snapped!"

Using his mouth to simulate the sound of a gun being fired, the man spread his arms and shouted.

"Dear donors! Praise to the Great Ming Dynasty for the nuclear fusion and salvation of the world! Praise to the Great Bodhisattva of Demon Slayer with Gun Flame Point!"

The brainwashed believers shouted enthusiastically, and the man threw the firearms on the cart around, causing a riot.

The firearms on the cart naturally cannot satisfy the hundreds of people present, and it can only depend on luck.

Ogasawara Yoriko saw her mother rushing among the crowd and wanted to reach out to hold her, but held back.

It's not a dangerous thing, so it's better not to expose yourself for now.

This man, no, this gun-worshipping sect, was obsessed with the same things as herself, even crazier than her.

If there is anything unpleasant, painful, or troublesome, just use the gun in your hand to shoot it.

The recent shootings and the shooting of the former Prime Minister should be due to this gun worship cult.

But, why do they do this?Instead of amassing money in the name of charity, they threw arms and weapons to these ordinary people.

Ogasawara Yoriko was a little confused, but at this moment, the garage door was blasted open!

"Special Assault Force! Everyone! Put down your weapons and surrender!"

Wearing combat uniforms, a special police force commonly known as SAT stormed into the underground garage.

The man who had just bewitched the believers quickly raised his hands in the air without any intention of resisting.

The believers who were deeply under the influence of hallucinogens were roughly pushed to the ground before they could react.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yoriko Ogasawara directly pulled up her mother who was still picking up the gun.

"My magic weapon!"

Chapter 269: Stubborn Diseases of Thought

A chaotic scene, glaring spotlights, and guns scattered among the crowd.

The law enforcement forces who broke through the iron gate mercilessly pinned these confused believers to the ground, instantly pulling them from the other side of the Buddha's land in the clouds back to the purgatory-like world.

Some people subconsciously raised the "magic weapon" they got, hoping to use this "magic weapon" with supreme power to clear the demonic obstacles in front of them.

As a result, he couldn't even pull the trigger, and the whole person fell down with convulsions.

If the pistols in their hands are Buddhist instruments that can bring liberation, then the SAT also has a more "cruel" and more "painful" stun gun in their hands.

Those who dared to raise their hands to resist were shot down mercilessly and fell to the ground twitching. However, the man who raised his hands in surrender from the beginning seemed very wise.

Ogasawara Yoriko pulled her mother. Naturally, such a mortal could not even catch a glimpse of her figure. She easily led her mother through the SAT and left in the chaos.

This also proves from the side how fragile and ridiculous this so-called gun-worshipping organization is.

There is no need for a truly dangerous guy to take action, it only needs the Metropolitan Police Department to take action, and it can be easily destroyed.

But my mother, who didn't know when, got involved with this little cult, which is really a headache.