I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Amitabha, Mr. Abe, please hurry up and adjust your breathing... This battle is far from over..."

After such a reminder, Kato Junko clasped his hands together, lightly grasped a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, crossed his knees and closed his eyes without saying a word.

"Hold on, the people from the association should already be trying to find a way to support us... and that guy who is unwilling to be lonely should be looking for him soon."

Abe Temple put her swords back into their sheaths solemnly, knelt and sat in the sea of ​​corpses that slowly dissipated into resentment, and seized the time to recover the lost physical and spiritual power.

"However, with that guy's monster-like strength, it's a bit too slow...Could it be Aum Truth who will get in the way..."

Looking around Honglu with a little snow and a long street with no end in sight, Abeji laughed at himself, then threw out the thoughts in his mind, and recovered his spiritual power with peace of mind.

"What am I thinking? If he really loses to a few cults, he doesn't deserve to be my old enemy."

After a while, Kato Junko opened his eyes, and looked around as if feeling something: "Don't you think, compared to before, the surroundings are a little too quiet?"

She was right, the Nakamachi Street where the two were located was too quiet at the moment.

Even the cries of those spirit bodies who were burned alive in the fire field disappeared completely.

On the contrary, the rain of cherry blossoms above the head was as thick as snow, and the fires on the surrounding buildings became more and more turbulent.

However, the kabuki music that comes with the smoke overflows is still ethereal and has no intention of stopping.

This "Yoshihara Yanshang" shrine is like a crackling, burning fire, silently brewing something terrible.

"Boom..."

"Did you hear that?"

Just as the two continued to close their eyes and adjust their breathing, Abeji's ears moved slightly, and his empty eyes opened.

"Boom...boom..."

Between the small footsteps, there was a slight tremor, which was being transmitted through the gravel road below him.

"It's those guys, are they coming again?"

It seems that there is a considerable flow of people approaching here.

"Even if this love is full of falsehoods, do you have to buy me like this?"

The originally looming kabuki music also became clear and audible as the footsteps approached.

According to the records released by the association, in some weird "hidden spirits", even if the resentful spirits are removed, as long as the axis is not destroyed, it is very likely that they will be resurrected many times.

The most recent occurrence of this type of disappearance was the "Re-Royal Kobo Apartment" that appeared in Ikebukuro a few months ago, which directly led to the Nirvana presided over by Kukai, a national treasure-level spirit remover.

"The sound, temperature, and breath are all not quite right..."

Forced by a strong sense of unease, Abe Temple used the vertical wall to step onto the eaves on the side, and leaped into the air...

"Hiss... this is..."

Like a soaring goshawk, he can take a panoramic view of the surrounding situation by taking a moment to look down from the sky.

"Sorry, when exactly..."

Even though he maintained the state of Jianxin's clarity, he couldn't help the numbness in his back and let out a low voice.

Around the seemingly empty long street surrounded by flames, in the alleys and alleys like branches of trees, at some point quietly stood a well-known old-fashioned earth binding spirit who was burning with lust.

Compared with these earth-bound spirits that crowded the streets and alleys and couldn't see the end at a glance, the number of swords he killed tonight was nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

These ground-bound spirits occupied every inch of space outside the long street one after another, letting the cherry blossom petals in the sky turn into flames to fuel their dry body...

They were motionless and silent without making a sound.

Those pairs of blood-red eyes just stared silently and longingly at the depths of the long street in the center of Yoshihara Yukuo...

"They...don't do anything...what the hell...are they waiting for?!"

Since these earth-bound spirits who could have swarmed up, stripped the two of them naked, and feasted on them, stood there motionless like a crowd of onlookers...

Then, where did these dense footsteps come from?

Jumping down from the air, Abeji's deep gaze followed the ground-bound spirits to look at the depths of the empty long street.

"West side, that's... the direction we came from..."

"O flowers that bloom on me, dew drops like rain."

The dull, broken footsteps and the slow, melancholy, sad waka also came from that direction.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

As the loud and approaching footsteps shook the ground, a grand parade appeared from the end of the long street full of flames.

"coming……"

The first thing that appeared in the line of sight of the two were dozens of men and women walking in the front of the line, wearing red and green robes, bathrobes, masks, and burning gorgeous flames all over their bodies.

"My lord, let me be intoxicated, this is only a one-night cloud and rain."

They stepped on the traditional tegu dance steps, played flutes, copper bells, taiko drums and other instruments in their hands, and walked slowly towards the two people step by step.

Under the light of the bright red fire, on each of the pale masks, the images of kappa, fox, lion and so on flickered, lifelike.

It was clearly a lively dance, but it carried a touch of blood and cruelty.

"Zheng."

Facing this weird scene, Abeji drew his sword without hesitation, and stood in the middle of the long street without dodging or evading.

"Amitabha Buddha, when a Bodhisattva practices the Bodhi way, he is not happy to be at home seeking to receive the five desires, but to practice renunciation in his spare time, and he is happy to practice the profound meaning and the three ways of escape, so that he can cultivate the power to obtain the unobstructed Dharma door and the unobstructed wisdom..."

Behind him, Junko Kato chanted sutras in a low voice, and a layer of pink Buddha light spread around the Buddha bell, dyeing the surrounding gravel roads pink.

Rejoice in the Buddhadharma, the realm of no desire.

When the "Land of No Desire" unfolded, the masked people who were singing and dancing at the front of the parade, the gravel road under their feet instantly turned pink.

"uh-huh……"

"Aha..."

Amidst the strange humming sound, they suddenly switched to a running posture in the figure of eight, swaying their twisted limbs, and approached the independent Abe Temple in the middle of the long street...

"In the way of the oiran, the idler finds it easy..."

"So that's the reason, those earth-bound spirits outside didn't move because of this..."

Hearing the words spoken by those earth-bound spirits clearly, Junko Kato, who was behind Abe Temple, frowned inadvertently.

"Benefactor Abe, be careful... this is the way of the oiran."

"Daozhong" means parade and procession in Japanese.

When the oiran is named, she will be dressed in splendid attire, surrounded by a solemn and luxurious queue, and walk from her residence to the tea house for welcoming guests.

This is the most luxurious and powerful parade in Yoshiwara Yukaku, "Oiran Road".

"...The blocker, die!"

Amidst the rain of cherry blossoms, the few people at the front of the parade finally touched their own bodies, came to Abe Temple with difficulty, and waved their instruments at him...