I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Master, the association said that they have lost contact with the agents 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.

Beside him was a thin old monk with wrinkled face.

"Amitabha... There is actually a cave in this apartment... The little girl of the Wangyue family must be trapped in it..."

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

There were no eyeballs in his eyes, only empty eye sockets, staring faintly at the apartment in front of him.

This old monk, who once had a relationship with Araki Sousuke and received 150 yen "heavy money" from him, is presided over by Master Kawasaki Temple, Kukai.

The two appeared here precisely because after discovering that Ayano Mochizuki had lost contact with the apartment group, Takeshi Iwata sent an urgent request for help to the Spirit Eliminators Association in the name of Lesson Nine.

The two people who happened to be the 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 Tianyan with all his strength, but he can't see anything strange.

"Don't have a world? Even my Celestial Eye can't see through it. This method of blinding the eyes is too terrifying..."

"Hongfa, the barrier here is not a method of resentment to block the eyes, but an existence that is isolated from time and space, such as Shenyin. Only when you look at it with your 'heart' can you break through it... The situation is urgent, and you protect the law for me, let me Let's give it a try."

After saying this, the old monk Konghai sat cross-legged in the middle of the parking lot, and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

Following his movements, a layer of golden Buddha light composed of Sanskrit characters spread out around him.

"Here."

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

The golden Buddha's light scattered five meters in front of the door of the apartment, as if boiling oil dripped into cold water, bursting out bursts of sonic booms.

When the Buddha's light exploded, a transparent barrier composed of black resentment could be seen, isolating the apartment.

Through the ripples created by the Buddha's light on the barrier, the Dharma can be faintly seen. The original white and elegant walls of the apartment have become old and mottled like lava, covered with dark red blood.

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

The presiding officer of Kukai is old, and Hongfa dare not disturb him, so he can only be vigilant secretly.

Five minutes later, old monk Konghai's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his long beard trembled with anger.

"Injustice! The resentment in this apartment is so strong, how many lives have been slaughtered... Hongfa, please help me..."

Hearing Kukai's words, Kobo also sat cross-legged beside him, reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.

With the two of them as the center, the more magnificent Buddha's light continuously impacted on the black invisible barrier of the apartment.

The Dharma practiced by the two of them is good at defending but not attacking, and they are not good at power.

The invisible barrier formed by this resentment is also very tough, and it is constantly weakened under the magnificent Buddha's light. Five minutes have passed, but it has not collapsed.

"I can feel that the existence inside this apartment has become agitated...I'm afraid, the little girl of the Mochizuki clan, I can't wait anymore...It seems that I can only use that method..."

Feeling the continuous fluctuation of spiritual power in the apartment, Kukai knew that there must be someone fighting the resentful spirit inside, so he didn't want to wait any longer.

"But, host... that pose is too exhausting, with your body..."

"Back then, when Divine Monk Baishi taught me this palm technique that descended from the sky, he taught me that my Buddha is merciful, and to cross others is like crossing oneself, and crossing oneself is also crossing others..."

Saying so, Kukai stood up, with a strong Buddha's light condensed in his palm.

"If I can't use myself to save others, what is the use of me learning this palm technique?"

Buddha palm.

"puff……"

A stream of blood flowed from Kukai's mouth.

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

It seemed that just gaining momentum had already made his old body unbearable.

"Host... My Buddha is merciful..."

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

The host's physical condition was already getting worse day by day, but now after this exhaustion...

Just when the powerful, thick and profound "Buddha Fate Palm" in the hands of the host of Kukai was about to blast out.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Accompanied by the sound of roaring exhaust, a heavy locomotive quickly drove into the parking lot.

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

Ghost spray.

This exaggerated locomotive passed by the two at high speed, lifting the hem of the monk's robe, and rippling the white flowers of spring.

Then, the locomotive sprang up on the spot with a gorgeous head tilt, stopped the momentum, and the front wheel hit the ground firmly, kicking up waves of dust...

The originally tough barrier of resentment that isolated time and space was hit by the motorcycle head-on, and it shattered like a mirror.

The dilapidated apartment, full of resentment and purgatory-like appearance, appeared in front of Kukai and the others so abruptly.

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

Only then did Hongfa see clearly that the person straddling the car was a man wearing a ghost-faced helmet and a slightly shameful tight-fitting leather jacket.

After the rider stopped, he stepped out of the car, hurriedly took out a food box from the incubator with the words "out of 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 dissipated the Buddha light in his hand angrily, and said tremblingly.

"The host... actually knows this person? Who is this person..."

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

Although the Buddhist secret method is not good at attacking, but just now he joined forces with the host and spent a lot of Buddhist power and still can't break it, which is enough to show the strength of the resentment barrier that isolates the space.

But under the tire of this person, it was as fragile as paper.

What was even more unbelievable was that with his clairvoyance, he couldn't tell that there was any spiritual power in this rider, and he was no different from an ordinary person.

It was unheard of to be able to restrain the powerful spiritual power in the body to such an extent.

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

"This son... had a relationship with us once... Thanks to my hard work all my life, I have been cultivating my clairvoyant eyes, but I never thought that I would lose my sight that day and blind this pair of stupid eyes in vain."

Kukai, who is blind, recognizes people and objects, and naturally does not follow appearances, and instantly recognizes the identity of the visitor.

"What happened, what happened, the money will be deducted..."

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

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

It's like Kunpeng spreading its wings.