A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 142 Only Man Calls Himself
Leaving aside the headache that Qiu Yuelu is currently experiencing,

In the mountains of Kono, a massacre had just ended.

"Rao——"

Bang bang bang!
The pistol was pressed directly against the other person's face, and after several shots, his face was completely blasted apart.

"Who else?!"

Standing up, the 'senior brother' with bloodshot eyes swept over the remaining people, one hand gripping the box and the other skillfully changing the magazine.

With the corpse at his feet and the blood splattered on him, where was the slightest trace of a monk's compassion?
Calling them Asura demons is quite apt.

"The fruit? I don't want it! I don't want it!"

"Senior brother, I'll be leaving now."

A monk who had emptied his magazine retreated repeatedly, then turned and ran!
Bang,

A single shot hit him precisely in the calf.

The monk stumbled and fell into the bushes.

"Senior brother! I really have no intention of competing anymore, you have to believe me!"

The monk who had fallen to the ground turned around, raised his hands to beg for mercy and explain, but what awaited him was the dark muzzle of a gun.

I believe it.

boom!
A single shot hit the opponent in the face.

The only purpose of a helmet is to prevent brains from splattering all over the ground.

They brought full-power bullets with them this time. If they were hit in a vital area, there would be no chance of survival.

"Junior Brother Luo, do you know why I killed him?"

Besides this burly 'senior brother',

The only one still alive was the young monk 'He Luo'.

"Amitabha,"

The young monk, 'He Luo,' habitually uttered a Buddhist chant and sighed.

"Our mission is top secret."

No electronic devices are allowed; you must not leave the sight of others.
How could they possibly let the people leave? Especially since they've already obtained the supernatural fruit.

Once the news leaked, countless forces immediately swarmed in: if they couldn't defeat the supernatural beings, how could they not defeat a few mortal monks?
The Pure Land School has 1845 million followers in the island nation, and more than 7200 temples overseas, with tens of thousands of full-time monks. It is a Buddhist sect with a long history, a large number of followers, and a well-established organizational structure.

Therefore, monks of the Pure Land School can do whatever they want, whether it's racing cars, DJing, or having multiple wives and concubines, as long as they don't make it public knowledge.

It's much better than those cults that brainwash their followers, restrict personal freedom, run illegal factories, or even buy and sell people and organs.

Even so, one wouldn't dare say that one can "cover up the sky with one hand".

The powerful, the police, and the Onmyoji
"Junior Brother Luo, can I trust you?"

Facing his 'senior brother' who was already in a bloodthirsty rage, Luo sighed.

"Senior brother, do we still have a choice?"

"Right,"

A smile spread across her face.
The burly 'senior' forced a smile, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

"Junior Brother Luo is willing to give up his supernatural fruit, so he is naturally trustworthy."

This supernatural fruit
Through the live broadcast of 'News King',

Everyone knows that taking a bite will instantly grant you power.

If they had tried to take the first bite out of Luo Shidi, even if the rest of them joined forces, it would have been hard to say who would have the last laugh when surrounded by seven or eight gunmen.

However, Junior Brother Luo did not do that; instead, he gave up the fruit.

Now,

His gaze discreetly swept over the other corpses.
After a fierce battle, only the two of them remained standing.

Returning to Kyoto from Mount Takino is neither too far nor too near, but it's ultimately inconvenient for him to do it alone, so:
"Next, I'll be paying respects to Junior Brother Roto."

"Amitabha,"

Regarding the faint gun barrel pointed at him by his 'senior brother', Luo put his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant.

Amitabha Buddha is really useful. You can call out to him when you meet him, use it when you part ways, or use it to stall for time or as a reply when you can't think of anything to say.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Kyoto City,

As the name suggests, it is a city located on the edge of fields near Kyoto.

This city is located on the other side of Mount Kamino; just across the rolling hills lies Kamino City.

"Big brother, are we really going?"

A Honda family car was driving on a highway between mountain peaks; the young thug in the passenger seat couldn't help but ask again.

Snapped,

The driver,

A slap landed on his afro.

"Looking at you, how dare you call yourself Yazaku?"

"This way leads directly to Takino City, and over there lies the territory of the 'Giant Forest.' If we can obtain the supernatural fruit, we'll be the elite of the world!"

"But those 'human-faced trees' are seven or eight meters tall."

"Stop it!"

The older brother impatiently slammed his hand on the steering wheel.

He knew all too well that those 'human-faced trees' were difficult to deal with.
But unless he wanted to be in charge of half a street's business for his entire life, that was the only way for him to escape class.

The yakuza in the island nation originally developed from real estate. As the real estate boom subsided, the yakuza also had a hard time: the traditional 'gambling, prostitution and drug' businesses were still going strong, but the Metropolitan Police Department was not to be trifled with. After years of continuous crackdowns, the yakuza had long lost their former prestige.

Moreover, most of their income has to be handed over to their "family," so how much actually ends up in the hands of these street yazaks?

"Fight!"

"If you pull off this job, you'll rise to great heights and even the government will have to bow and scrape before you."

"Big brother, big brother—"

"what happened again?"

As the driver impatiently questioned him, the younger brother with the afro pointed ahead.

"Is there a monk by the roadside ahead?"

? ?
The elder brother looked over upon hearing this.

Sure enough, I saw a monk standing by the roadside, giving a thumbs-up.

This is a gesture for stopping a car.
monk?

squeak--

The car screeched to a halt in front of the young monk. The yakuza boss driving the car—actually just a thug with only one henchman—peeked out of the window.

"Hey, monk, what are you doing here?"

"Amitabha,"

This is the very first line.
The young monk had a kind and benevolent face.

"This humble monk would like to borrow your carriage for a moment. Please do me the favor."

ha?
"Hey, hey, hey, you want to borrow our car?"

"Monk, are you blind? We're yakuza—" The leader tugged at his collar, revealing a demon tattoo beneath: in Japan, yakuza members have a tradition of tattooing; the larger the tattoo, the higher the status. Many veteran yakuza bosses, when they take off their clothes, are covered in dense flower, scripture, and demon tattoos.

"This humble monk naturally saw it,"

The young monk raised his eyelids and flipped his wrist.

"Master, Master, let's talk this out!"

The yakuza boss, who had been incredibly arrogant just moments before, immediately raised his hands. Because:
"Namo Colt Bodhisattva, with the six senses purified and the four or five points raised; with the lotus mudra of seven steps in one breath, with great compassion, he saves all sentient beings."

With the dark muzzle of his gun pointed at the "big brother" in the car, the young monk chanted scriptures in a low voice.

“If you do not understand Buddhist teachings, this humble monk also knows a little about marksmanship.”

"I understand! I understand!"

Anyone on this planet who sees the dark muzzle of a gun will understand.

The two yakuza members immediately and quickly got out of the car, and were led by guns to the nearby woods. Soon—

Amidst the roar of engines, their car turned around and drove away.

"Big brother, are we still going to Jiaoye City?"

Snapped!
Slap the clueless underling.

"What are you going to do?"

The car is gone, the tools are gone, are you going to fight the monster bare-handed?
"What kind of world is this? Even monks are robbing people on the road!"

In his grief and indignation, the yakuza boss
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After half an hour,
"Stop the car in front!"

A Honda family car was stopped by patrolling police officers on the outskirts of Kyoto.

"Please show me your 'access pass'."

After the police arrived, the car window rolled down, revealing a bald head.

"Ah, is it Master Luo?"

"it's me,"

The young monk nodded, and the policeman who had blocked the way immediately signaled to his colleague.

"The masters of the Pure Land School made way!"

but--

He clearly remembered that when the masters left, there was a group of people.

How come there were only two left when we came back?
"Well done, Luo."

Sitting in the passenger seat, the senior brother, who had changed into a monk's robe, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Once you enter Kyoto, you'll be in their Pure Land sect's territory: the entire city has millions of Pure Land sect followers, after all, this is where their headquarters are located.

Of course, many believers have recently converted to the Yin-Yang School, which is fine as long as we don't compete with them for the funeral business. In the island nation's customs, no matter what you believed in during your lifetime, or even if you are a non-believer, you need to be given a "Buddhist name" after death before you can be buried in a temple.

This is the monks' secure job: issues like low birth rates and a serious aging population are irrelevant to them.

People will eventually die, so we need Buddhism.

The private car sped through the city and soon arrived in front of a huge building.

Chien-in!
Upon getting off the bus, what comes into view is a triple gate, with a 24-meter-high and 50-meter-wide double-eaved hip roof made of black tiles.

This is the largest mountain gate in the island nation, with the three gates symbolizing 'emptiness,' 'formlessness,' and 'desirelessness.' The wide steps allow hundreds of believers to pass through at the same time.

But now, a row of martial monks wielding clubs stood motionless in front of the mountain gate.

"Both of you?"

"What about the rest?"

Noticing the two people getting off the bus,

The monks immediately rushed forward to greet them.

"They have passed away. Make way, I need to see the High Priest!"

The 'senior brother' carrying the box shook off the other monks and strode into the temple.

"Amitabha,"

The young monk, He Luo, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to the departing figure.

“Brothers, now that this matter is settled, I will return home to report to my father that I am safe and sound.”

"Thank you for your hard work, Junior Brother Luo."

These monks vaguely knew the 'insider information'; seeing that only two of them returned from the group that went there, they understood how terrifying the crisis they had encountered was.

but,

I never expected it to succeed—

The monks exchanged glances, each seeing the greed in the other's eyes.

The young Luo had already turned and left.

"Your Excellency, you have fulfilled your mission!"

In the side hall, the burly 'senior brother' presented the box he was carrying.

"Good, good, good!"

The old monk with white beard and eyebrows rushed forward, taking two steps at a time, almost leaping onto the box.

He finally managed to stop himself, calmly stroking his beard with his hand.

"You did very well."

"This position of abbot is perfect for you."

Upon hearing this, the burly man's eyes lit up, and he immediately knelt down on one knee.

"Thank you, Monk Zheng!"

The position of Sangha Master is an internal post within the Pure Land School, with power second only to the Grand Sangha Master. Once the Grand Sangha Master attains Buddhahood, he will be qualified to lead tens of thousands of monks and millions of believers.

"Come,"

The kind-looking old monk poured two cups of hot tea.

"Let this humble monk offer tea instead of wine to the abbot as a congratulatory gift!"

"Don't dare, don't dare."

A burly man with a face full of scars smiled broadly as he took the teacup.

Seeing that the head monk had drunk a cup first, he then raised his cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"finally,"

He was intoxicated by the taste of power.

bite,

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered.

His vision blurred, as if he were truly drunk.

The burly monk stumbled backward, trying in horror to draw the pistol from his waist; however, his arms, which could easily lift a hundred pounds, were limp and powerless.

Boom!
He fell heavily to the ground, his vision blurring.
The last thing we see is the great monk who pounces on the box, opens it with his fingerprint, and eagerly takes out the Cloud Pattern Fruit, taking a big bite out of it.

"Hehehe, as expected of a Yin-Yang Dao treasure!"

Amid the cheers of the other side,
The strong man's consciousness was swallowed by darkness.

Tea is poisonous
(End of this chapter)