I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"No, uh ah ah... What the hell is this..."

The originally dazzling fire of desire extinguished and faded from the whole body of the bull ghost like a tide...

"My origin... No, don't, it's not allowed there!!!"

The dark red flames are flying around among the remnants...

The scorched black body like a tall building shattered and collapsed like ceramics!

"No... I, Shoji Jinemon, have spent half of my life painstakingly managing this Yoshiwara..."

Shoji Jinemon was horrified to find that under this strange flame, he could no longer feel the endless desire of all beings from Yoshiwara Yukaku...

"Because of this cheap and inexplicable 'love', it was burned to ashes and ashes..."

He lay powerlessly on the ground, stretched out his broken palm, and stared resentfully at the remaining light spot where the morning fog disappeared...

"I hate..."

Now, even the originally "easy" thing of reorganizing the broken body, he can no longer do it.

"Obviously... almost..."

Like a candle that has run out of oil, quietly waiting for the last moment when the wick burns out.

"Obviously...as long as I get that item, I can..."

The white light dissipated, and the gorgeous kimono fell with the wind, burning up little by little in the fire of desire, turning into black ash...

"Wait...you are..."

On the broken bull's head on the ground, the dark red flames flowed through the big eye hole, and the eyes suddenly froze...

"No...don't come here...everything you have suffered is caused by your own desires, so what does it have to do with me?!"

He seemed to have seen something incredible, and even his scorched and mutilated teeth began to tremble.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

With the painful wailing in his mouth, the black body piled up like a hill suddenly shattered into pink crystals all over the sky...

"I...we are still alive?!"

Yamada Kengo and Tsuneda Hiroshi, whose actions were still frozen in a mutual embrace, have not yet recovered from the "ghost and god collapsed in front of them without changing their expressions".

The rain of pink light spots fell on the head, and fell on the two bald heads that were close together, splashing bright fireworks...

"If you rule out the possibility that this guy played himself to pieces..."

Ruthlessly loosening the back collar of Abe Temple, allowing the back of the opponent's head to drop to the ground with a "bang" and spit out a big mouthful of white foam, Niya raised her head and looked into the depths of the long street...

"It must be Sousuke Araki, a slow-moving guy, playing with his heartbeat again."

On her sweat-stained little face, there was a dumbfounding expression.

In the distance, the other two cow ghosts that stood upright like a mountain disappeared at some point, leaving only the pink light spots that have not yet set in the sky like aurora...

"Senior Araki...it must be him who saved me at a critical moment...this is the beautiful friendship between men!"

At the same time, Yamada Kengo, who was not far away, also recollected what happened just now, and let out a roar that moved the world.

"Before you cry, please get your face away from me... Bah bah bah bah..."

"What are you talking about, it was Vice-President Tokita that you hugged him before..."

Tokita Hiroshi, who was sprayed with tears, pushed the other party away, wiped his face indiscriminately, and looked around with some doubts: "But... if this ghost is really cured, why hasn't this Shenyin been cured yet? collapse?"

"Could it be that Shoji Jinemon is just a prisoner trapped in it?"

On the quiet long street of Yoshihara Youkuo, there are no traces of bull-headed ghosts and spirits and earth-bound spirits.

However, the flames on the buildings that have not collapsed are still there, and the rain of cherry blossoms in the sky has not stopped falling.

Out of everyone's sight, where the morning mist became a Buddha and dissipated, there was a faint flash of fire in the black ashes that the purple kimono turned into.

A breeze blew by, and the ashes were scattered, revealing half of the purple sleeve...

The large pattern of flames embroidered on the frilling sleeves surged with fiery light like a real flame, making the intertwined white cherry blossom petals more pink and tender.

...

"Yoshihara Yanshang", deep in the long street.

"Amitabha, the dharma body of Junior Brother Zongjie is so powerful...does he have a title?"

"This flaming Sanskrit seems to be some kind of Buddhist scriptures. In vain, I have been looking at the Sutra Pavilion of Kawasaki Daishiji Temple for several years, but I have never seen it..."

On the silent long street occupied by a large amount of pink light, Kato Junko, who was still hugged by Araki Sosuke, stared intently at the huge black arm in front of her in the "Nashima" posture.

"How did you do it to completely eradicate this ghost?"

It is not impossible to defeat this lust-like ghost with a single blow. The previous Abe Temple has also done it with the powerful "Taishanfu Monarch Sword".

The most difficult thing is to let the ghosts and gods, which rely on the desires of all living beings accumulated in the hermit as their origin and can be reborn countless times, be exhausted and unable to recover completely.

"What is the title, I only have the Line number... As for this thick black thing, what exactly is it, and when did it enter my body, I hope someone can tell me..."

Putting Junko Kato wrapped in a sportswear coat on the ground, Araki Zongjie, who was shirtless, blushed, looked around and looked in the direction of the other people: "Ahem, this tauren, It should be impossible to harden at all, let's meet them first..."

That wing-like black arm also retracted smoothly and silkily back to his back...

"This... I have awakened the dharma body without knowing it. Could it be that Junior Brother Zongjie's Dharma talent is so terrifying that he has reached a state where enlightenment is as natural as breathing?!"

"This, this Buddha..."

Standing on the long street, Kato Junko noticed that Araki Sosuke had tattooed on his strong back, the black Bodhisattva sitting cross-legged and glaring.

"Amitabha, is the whole picture of Zongjie's dharma body? There are countless Buddhas in the ten directions and three times, and I don't know which one this is..."

"Wait, you, you, this is..."

Immediately afterwards, her eyes met Sousuke Araki's coquettish pair of golden and black pupils, and her entire vision was sucked in by the light in his eyes that pierced everything like stars in the universe...

"It's not wrong, although it is slightly different, this is Tianyantong!!! Tianyantong is the secret of my Hejian Temple's seal... It must be Teacher Konghai, he actually passed this magical power to you..."

With great difficulty, she pulled her gaze away, and the inquisitive look in Kato Junko's pupils completely turned into surprise, unwillingness and jealousy amidst the trembling!

"Being able to penetrate and remove the origin of desire in the body of ghosts and gods, Tianyantong is indeed the most mysterious of the six abilities of Buddhism... huh?"

Then, she belatedly noticed that after the body of the ghost and god collapsed and the surrounding spirits became Buddhas, the pink particles that represented the ultimate desire, which fell like rain, all spontaneously surged when they approached Sousuke Araki. into his body.