I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"The power of ghosts and gods...seems to be connected to the entire Shenyin..."

Directly below the pink bodhisattva, there are two figures standing and sitting one at a time.

"Moreover, he is getting stronger and stronger by burning the seemingly endless desire in this hidden world..."

Sitting cross-legged was Kato Junko who was dripping with sweat and chanting sutras with her eyes closed.

"Mr. Abe, my "Thirty-Three Outer Heavens Incarnation of Bliss" was transformed by the desire of all living beings, and I have not yet reached the state of transformation. I am afraid that I am not his opponent. "

"Master Kato, you don't need to be humble. As far as I know, even in Kawasaki Daishiji Temple, there is no one who has cultivated the dharmakaya in the past hundred years..."

Standing beside Kato Junko was naturally Abeji standing with a knife.

"In terms of Buddhism alone, Your Excellency is already unparalleled in this world."

Even though his clothes were tattered and his whole body was smoky, his amber-like clear eyes were always watching the "battle between heaven and man" above his head.

The Buddha has three bodies, namely the dharmakaya, the sambhogakaya, and the emanation body.

Dharma body, Sanskrit dharma-ka^ya, represents the Dharma and Buddha-nature in the mind of the practitioner, which does not appear outside.

It is said that only those who are extremely talented and regard the Dharma they have practiced as the truth can cultivate the "dharma body externally" and embody the Dharma to control the spirit.

"Now...is not the time for compliments..."

Kato Junko's long hair was flying in the flames, and the expression on her pretty face was bittersweet.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Under the berserk impact of the seven horns on the head of the bull-headed ghost, the giant Buddhist clock soon cracked pieces...

"I can't hold him for too long... If I don't let him attack now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Her "Joyful Buddha Dharma" absorbs the desires of all beings and feeds them back to achieve supreme bliss, but she meets this bull-headed ghost who is fueled by desires and can be called a natural enemy. It can be described as miserable.

"Huh... as it should be..."

Looking back at the burning long street behind him, Abeji took a deep breath.

"Since the bull ghost's target is her..."

A few hundred meters behind the two of them, Asagiri, who was wearing a purple kimono with large sleeves and heavy clogs, was still advancing with difficulty.

"Until we figure it out, we can't let it succeed."

The saying "Oiran walks slower than a bullock cart" is not without reason.

"It's been more than twenty years, you..."

Concentrating, he looked down at the two knives in his hand.

"Are you almost ready?"

Even though there is spiritual power to protect the body, but after cutting too many ground binding spirits and "fireballs" that are hot enough to vaporize steel, this pair of precious swords has been completely distorted and deformed like a twist, hanging down in a desolate arc.

"Om!!!!"

As if responding to his words, the broken and deformed Sun and Moon Swords vibrated crazily with excitement...

"...Then, let's be reborn from the ashes!"

The hot and sharp blade quietly slashed across Abeji's arms, bringing out drops of blood...

The blood dripped down Abeji's lowered hands, flowed onto the sun and moon swords held by him, and disappeared between the blades, without a single drop falling to the ground.

"Drink...how much...how much..."

The spiritual power flowed through the blood, and Abeji, who was already exhausted, was a little shaky even standing up.

"I thought it would take decades... but I didn't expect it to be in this situation..."

He has always been gentle and meticulous, but now his eyes are full of madness, and a distorted smile is drawn on the corner of his mouth...

For some reason, there was an inexplicable unyielding and throbbing in my heart.

Let Abe Temple want to challenge this bull-headed ghost, and under the opponent's giant hoof, guard the thin figure that sprinkled cherry blossoms in the firelight and moved forward stubbornly.

Even if she is just a resentful spirit that has long passed away...

Even if, you may pay your own life for it!

The turbulent frost and fire rose from the two double knives in Abeji's hands, colliding with clouds of white mist, engulfing his figure.

...

Kyoto, Shangjing District, Duochuantong.

In the northwest of "Yiyiqiao Bridge", in a simple and elegant shrine with a black roof and white walls, a young man less than ten years old is sitting solemnly in the side hall.

"Father, I have already awakened my inspiration, and I still have enough energy in my kendo practice. Why don't you pass on to me more secrets of Abe's Onmyoji?"

Although the face is immature and beautiful, people often mistake it for a girl at first glance...

But his upright posture and the rock-solid seriousness in his eyes showed a maturity far beyond his age.

"Hi'er...I said...A Si...you always kneel like this in your own home, don't you feel tired?"

Not far from the young man who was sitting in danger, there was a middle-aged bearded man lying on his side with a pillow on his hands, wearing only a pair of beach pants all over his body.

In front of him was an old chessboard, on which black and white stones and peanuts with wine were randomly scattered.

"The so-called Yin-Yang Secret Art is nothing more than a small path...Although whether it is the Tumimen Clan or our lineage, we have tried our best to find a lot of Abe Yin-Yang Art lost in the war over the years..."

"Ton ton ton ton... ha..."

Embarrassed by his son's quiet and silent eyes, he picked up the peanuts on the chessboard and threw them into his mouth, grabbed a large bottle of sake beside him and took a greedy sip, then reached out and scratched his crotch before starting Answer each other's questions.

"The gifted children in the family also follow the yin and yang techniques of these ancestors, and practice, sacrifice, and eliminate spirits according to their duties, and do their duty as an onmyoji..."

In addition to the same handsome face, this meticulous young man and this unkempt, bearded, middle-aged man who smoked alcohol early in the morning seemed to divide this narrow side hall into heaven and hell from the middle.

"From Abe Jihei, Abe Yoshimasa, Abe Taikin, Abe Yushu to Tsuchimikado Taifuku..."

"Even if the Tsuchimikado clan tried their best to incorporate the Onmyojutsu of Tsuika Shinto, Ise Shinto, and Yoshida Shinto, forming today's Tsuchimikado Shinto..."

"For hundreds of years, those of us who have inherited the blood of the Abe family, has anyone ever surpassed Seimei's ancestor in strength?"

"...never."

Facing his father's continuous questioning, the boy thought carefully, nodded, and then shook his head unwillingly: "But, that is ancestor Qingming..."

"You mean to say that Qingming's ancestors had the bloodline of "Zhalai Quanxian Tianhu", while those of us descendants have weak bloodlines and are cursed..."

"yes……"

"...It's a fart!"

Just as the boy was about to nod, he was interrupted by the man's roar reeking of alcohol.

"This is just an excuse for these rules-abiding fellows who linger under the reputation of their ancestors to find a reason for their downhill path over the past few hundred years."