I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Tsk, these guys seem to be a little stronger than before..."

Facing the resentful spirits in front of him, the sun and moon swords disappeared in the hands of Abe Temple, and the light of the swords intertwined with flames and ice splashed.

"However, it's still..."

"Scars, carved one by one."

Waka, Buddhist scriptures, and groans reverberated, and those scorched heads that took off their masks to reveal the hideous appearance below all rose into the sky...

"...thicker ones are just weeds."

"The state of passing the devil is solemn and complete, away from troubles and evil views, the profound meaning breaks all doubts, removes all evil perceptions, and breaks through the world of lust and formlessness..."

Among the merciful Buddhist scriptures, the silent Abe Temple is like a cruel executioner solemnly executing a sentence.

He swung the Wuhen Sword that surpassed the limit of human dynamic vision, and accurately took off the head of the slow-moving earthbound spirit in the "Realm of No Desire" without wasting a single bit of physical strength.

Two days of first-class, five rounds, and the volume of the sky.

"In my heart, there is a lament, there is nowhere to sprinkle it."

Although, these earth-bound spirits with masks on their faces and raging flames are far more powerful than those traffickers and benefactors on the long street before.

However, no matter how ferocious and terrifying these wraiths are, no matter how poisonous and confusing the flames around him are, Abeji does not need to take any defensive action at all, and even does not need to maintain the spiritual power to protect his body.

Because, all the earth-bound spirits who set foot on the pink stone road will be activated by the Buddha's light, and they will fall limply to the ground, groaning in pain.

Even if there is a spirit body against the erosion of the Buddha's light and launches a surprise attack on the Abe Temple, it will be flexibly received by the pink Buddhist bell outside the body.

A goal that cannot go all out is not even called an "opponent".

"Slaying a hundred people is impossible in this life... Slashing a hundred ghosts is also good."

All he needs to do is to stand where he is and draw out the knife, out the knife, out the knife, out again...

"A flower stained with melancholy, longing, and withering."

On the long street, there was a procession that couldn't see the end at a glance, and dense figures came one after another to meet the Buddha bell where the two were, like raging waves hitting the majestic reef...

The heads that flew up one after another were the white foam that followed.

"Have you changed?"

After the men and women wearing masks and singing and dancing fell down like harvested wheat straw, what appeared in front of the team was a scorched man with a giant club, blue-faced fangs, and a height of more than two meters.

These burly "thugs" exist precisely to maintain order along the "Oiran Road".

"On the way of the oiran, those who are idle stay away...hehehe..."

They waved the huge iron rods in their hands and stabbed Abe Temple's lower body.

"Boom."

At the top of the iron rod, several rings jingled...

"Zheng."

The swift and shadowless knife light penetrated the dense iron rods, and slashed the men's necks first, so that their attacks could not touch the translucent pink Buddha bell at all.

The vicious heads continued to rise into the sky...

"Abe's benefactor doesn't have to worry about it... no matter how strong and violent the impact is, I can enjoy it."

As if seeing his thoughts, Kato Junko reminded softly.

"Hmph, it's because their sticks are too slow, they didn't do it deliberately..."

Abe Temple was expressionless, and continued to dance with the ice and fire sword in his hand.

It's just that this time, perhaps because he no longer cares about the thick weapons in the opponent's hands, he "mows the grass" more efficiently.

"Om..."

The thick iron rod hit the pink Buddhist bell, and a melodious bell sounded. It was unknown who it was the death knell for.

Although these earthbound spirits that appeared with the parade are stronger than one...

But as long as Abe Temple draws a knife, the heads of these ground-bound spirits will soar into the sky like "weeds" and their bodies will fall to the ground.

Bell ringing, waka, cherry blossom rain, the shadow of the sword...

The slow-moving queue turned into countless headless bodies in front of the pink Buddhist bell, and gradually accumulated into hill-like existences on both sides of the long street, and finally drifted away into black resentment.

Kill ghosts, kill ghosts, keep killing ghosts...

As long as the spiritual power is not exhausted, as long as there is still a sliver of strength, he will swing the next sword without hesitation.

I don't remember how many knives were swung, and I don't remember how long this action lasted...

Wisps of resentment lingered and dripped on the hot and red sun and moon swords like blacksmithing, like blood, ink, and teardrops from Liren, evaporating in the fire of desire.

The mighty parade continued to move forward willingly, but the giants wielding iron bars seemed to have been cut off by his sword and disappeared.

"Huh...huh...this is..."

Instead, there were short men lined up standing awe-inspiring, holding giant white lanterns.

On the white lanterns embedded in the flames, the words "Morning Fog" are written in bright red calligraphy.

"The Lantern Boy?!"

When the oiran is on the way, there will be servants carrying lanterns with the name of the oiran to open the way to declare their majesty.

"Respectfully, Oiran is on tour!"

Before the two of them could react, the men with lanterns sang loudly, then slowly separated towards both sides of the road and continued towards Abe Temple.

While walking, they lightly waved the lanterns in their hands, bringing up a large string of flames like a lion dance, and continuously impacted on the Buddha bell beside them.

"Zheng."

As if in the eight-heat hell, Abe Temple continued to swing the knife without hesitation under the scorching fire, setting off heads one after another.

When the men with lanterns were sending their heads like moths to the flame, in the middle of the road behind, two young girls wearing wooden clogs, wearing scarlet kimonos, white faces, black hair, black teeth, and blood-colored flower crowns slowly appeared.

Holding long pipes and tobacco boxes in their hands, they stood on both sides of the road with graceful and graceful postures on their deathly pale faces.

He didn't attack the two of them like other earth-bound spirits, but just waited there quietly.

"Click..."

Clear and dull footsteps sounded from the separated teams.

In the Waka, a short, stout man with a serious face and his whole body scorched and cracked walked out slowly.

In the rear, another tall and thin man was leaning forward with a giant umbrella.

Under the giant umbrella, there is a girl who is gorgeous but not vulgar, charming but not mediocre, graceful and graceful.

She is wearing a gorgeous purple kimono, heavy wooden clogs, and a "small pillow" bow belt in front of her waist.

On the delicate face with vermilion lips, teeth, and double pupils, there are six hairpins made of coral and tortoise shells crossed and fixed in the Date Hyogo bun.

On both sides of the heavy hair bun inlaid with gold and jade, the crimson pendant that moves slightly in the wind adds a touch of playfulness to the dignity.

What made the two of them in the firelight unable to look away was her skin that was still whiter than snow under the dim yellow firelight, without any trace of burnt black.