A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 270 Working overtime while alive, working overtime even after death?!
The tumultuous changes in the real world have nothing to do with Director Fujita.

Because right now, he was walking in a dim, yellowish world: a gloomy curtain of clouds obscured the sky. No, perhaps there was no concept of sky or sun. All around him was a persistent dust cloud, merging the heavens and the earth into one, a hazy, indistinct expanse on all sides.

"Is this Yomotsu Hirasaka?"

Director Fujita, now only a spirit,

As they walked, they looked around with great interest, showing absolutely no sorrow at the thought of death.

With nothing to worry about, the director would definitely have stopped and taken a closer look if there hadn't been so many stones on the ground.

"It's too desolate. If a few vengeful spirits or evil spirits come, it will help me understand the situation."

Such a leisurely posture made someone unable to help but look up at the sky.

Okay, okay, you really think you're here on vacation?!

"Hehehe~~"

A somber, ancient, and decaying atmosphere permeated the surroundings; faint, indistinct sounds drifted by, like the faint dripping of water or the squeaking of mice, mixed with the soft laughter of men, women, and children, sending chills down one's spine.

"Unfortunately, I am already dead,"

There's no way to be 'creepy' about a dead person.

Director Fujita's eyes lit up, and he strode toward the direction from which the sound came, his interest undiminished.

He's not even afraid of death, so what else is there to be afraid of?
Splash, splash, splash
They strode quickly across the gravel-strewn ground, following the direction from which the strange noise came: as Director Fujita moved forward, the fog in front of them thinned out a bit.

Ok?
The director stopped in his tracks.
The area in front of us was still a rocky wasteland, but now there were children in the distance.

Men and women, young and old, all squatted on the ground, constantly picking up stones and piling them into small towers.

When the little tower they build becomes taller than themselves, a little devil with a pointed snout, long nose, thin limbs, and a big belly will appear and kick the tower over. Then the children can only start building again.

It seems like it will last forever.

"Is this Sai no Kawara?"

As the Superintendent General of the Metropolitan Police Department and the head of the Paranormal Countermeasures Division, how could Superintendent General Fujita not know what was happening before his eyes?

In Yomotsu Hirasaka, there is a river called the Sanzu River; legend has it that on the banks of the Sanzu River, there is a vast riverbank called Sai no Kawara, where children who die before their parents come to.

These children were unable to support their parents.

Therefore, they would build stone towers (Zutapanas) day and night to atone for their sins.

Whenever the stone tower is almost completed, a ghost will come and destroy it, making the children repeat this painful and futile labor forever.

Ultimately, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will appear to save these children, sheltering them under his robes and guiding them to a better life or reincarnation. Therefore, in island nations, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is regarded as the guardian deity of children and travelers.

Looking at his suit, Director Fujita unbuttoned it.

"hehe,"

A chilling, shrill laugh interrupted his imitation of 'Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva'.

"He's a good person, but—"

Amidst the eerie voice, an old woman with a hunched back strolled over.

"Whether he is a good person or not, we'll know once the old woman weighs him."

?

Director Fujita turned his head and looked at her, his eyes flashing slightly.

"Are you the Robe-Stealing Woman?"

"The young man has some insight, but it's the old woman who's truly discerning."

The old woman, who acknowledged her identity as the "clothes-stealing woman," waved, signaling Director Fujita to follow.

"Since you know she's an old woman, then come along."

Upon hearing this, he turned and left, and Director Fujita immediately followed: there was no time to deal with the children's spirits scattered all over the ground, because he was about to face his own 'judgment'.

Walking and walking on the pebble beach, all around me are children building stone towers, which are always about to be finished when they are destroyed by little devils.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe an hour, maybe a day, before the outline of a big tree finally appeared in front of me.

Behind the big tree, the outline of a river gradually appeared.

The sheer size and breadth of this river defy description.

Having no idea where the river came from or where it ended, or even where its other side lay, Director Fujita could easily have mistaken it for a vast, boundless ocean if it weren't for its constant, rolling flow and the knowledge of where he was.

The river water had a very strange color; it was a murky yellow with a hint of green.

In an endless expanse of yellow and green mist, wisps of green vapor rise gently, and the stench of corpses and death overwhelms everything, while a terrifying, resentful fog permeates the water's surface.

"The Yellow Springs,"

Muttering the word, Director Fujita immediately determined where he was.

This is the river in front of us, also known as the Sanzu River: because in the mythology of the island nation, people can cross this river in three ways.

The decision on how to cross the river was made by this hunched-over old woman.

brush,

He took off his suit jacket, and Director Fujita handed it to him.

Do you need any other clothes?

"Clothes-stealing old woman": As the name suggests, this refers to an old woman who takes away clothes.

"That's enough, old man."

"I'm coming."

Under the big tree, an old man with white hair and a beard that reached the ground entered; this was the 'Hanging Clothes Old Man'.

"Give me the clothes—oh dear!"

The next second, the old man who took the suit immediately floated up.

It's like Director Fujita's coat has turned into a helium balloon: even if this 'clothes-hanging old man' reaches out and grabs a branch of a big tree, he's only lifting the branch upwards. It's as if... no, it's 'ascension' in a physical sense.

"Let go,"

As soon as the 'Clothes-Snatching Granny' spoke, the 'Clothes-Hanging Old Man' released his grip and immediately fell to his buttocks onto the rocky riverbank.

The suit, on the other hand, ended up in the hands of Director Fujita.

"Hehehe, his merits are immeasurable and he is revered by all people. This old woman has lived for over a thousand years and has never seen such a person."

"You flatter me, Lady Duoyi." Director Fujita, holding the suit, simply shook his head calmly.

"I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do."

This is a process that the spirits of the dead in island nations go through:
Beside the Sanzu River, the "Clothes-Snatching Granny" will forcibly remove the clothes of the deceased, and then have the "Clothes-Hanging Elder" hang the clothes on a tree by the river.

After the clothes are hung on the tree branch, the branch will bend according to the severity of the deceased's sins in life. The degree to which the branch bends directly measures the severity of the deceased's sins, which is an important basis for determining how the deceased crosses the river and for subsequent judgment.

With Fujita Sou's "achievements," he almost took the "Clothes Hanger" who was in charge of hanging clothes to heaven.

“A good person like you shouldn’t be here.”

The hunched-over "clothes-stealing old woman" sighed and clapped her hands.

"How about this, I'll make the decision and let you return to the human world: although your physical form will be somewhat different, but..."

"No,"

For most people, being able to 'come back to life' would be an overwhelming joy.

However, Director Fujita waved his hand.

"I will die without regret."

From the day the supernatural reappeared, Director Fujita knew that this day would come sooner or later: his existence had thwarted too many ambitious people.

Those supernatural beings from before all had decent personalities and values; otherwise, why would they have waited until now?

We should have killed that 'remnant of the old era' long ago.

"You have no regrets at all?"

When confronted with the woman who stole his clothes, Director Fujita remained calm and composed.

"I have done my utmost in serving the public; I have fulfilled the way of the samurai; the justice I have upheld has not been tarnished; here at the Sanzu River, I—"

No regrets.

In short, it's impossible for me to go back and work overtime.

"All right,"

The incredibly precious 'resurrection' slot was firmly rejected.

The old woman who stole the clothes said no more, but beckoned to lead the way:

After she weighed good and evil, the souls of the islanders had three destinations: the virtuous could cross the river via the bridge 'Bridge of Gold and Silver Treasures'.

Ordinary people need to wade across the shallow 'Asase' ferry crossing; those with heavy sins must struggle to cross the river at the swift and dangerous 'Fukayamase' ferry crossing.

Once you sink into the Sanzu River, even gods cannot escape: this is the rule of the Yomotsu Hirasaka, which even the creator goddess Izanami could not escape—precisely because she was tainted by the aura of Yomotsu, that is, she ate the food of Yomotsu, and could only remain in this world forever.

"Come this way—"

As they reached the riverbank, the 'Clothes-Snatching Granny' raised her hand and waved it, sending out countless tiny sparks of light.

The light, like a sky full of stars, went straight ahead, eventually settling down to form a giant bridge wide enough for more than a dozen people to walk side by side, leading to the other side.

On both sides of the giant bridge are huge sculptures of evil ghost skulls, with green ghost fire emanating from their eyes for illumination; the bridge body is covered with countless heads of men, women, and children, densely piled up and intertwined, revealing an unpredictable mystery of life and death.

"Is this the 'Bridge of Gold, Silver and Seven Treasures'?"

Director Fujita glanced over without the slightest fear, and stepped onto the long bridge.

"Indeed, because of the great war a thousand years ago, Yomotsu Hirasaka was also affected, and now it has finally regained some of its 'popularity'."

Popularity?

That word is truly hellish.
Standing in this place, Director Fujita couldn't help but internally complain.

"I see that you, young man, have accumulated immeasurable merit, so you don't need to go to the Western Paradise."

"How about staying here on Yomotsu Hirasaka and helping to manage the myriad souls?"

Step onto the bridge,
The old woman who stole the clothes spoke again.

Island nations have a strong faith in Buddhism.

Regardless of your beliefs during your lifetime, Buddhism will take care of you after you die.

The Yomotsu Hirasaka is naturally also influenced by Buddhism. Not to mention Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who protected the child; in legends, after crossing the Sanzu River, the virtuous are reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, ordinary people are reincarnated, and the wicked fall into hell.

Given Director Fujita's 'achievements,' he is naturally destined to become a Buddha.

"Help manage countless souls?"

Director Fujita frowned; it sounded like a troublesome job.

"I've toiled my whole life, all I want is to rest."

"Well,"

The old woman reached into her sleeve and took out a bowl: the bowl contained a bright green liquid, which was immediately apparent—

Not a good thing!

"Come, drink this soup and become a Buddha."

The director stopped in his tracks, remaining silent.

For a moment, only the roaring river and the mournful sound remained.

"Your Excellency, this soup isn't called 'Meng Po Soup,' is it?"

Are you a woman who steals clothes and also delivers Meng Po soup on the side?!
"how could be?"

"The old woman's name is 'Clothes-Stealing Granny,' so this should be called 'Clothes-Stealing Granny Soup.'"

Hey, hey, hey, is the name the important thing?!
Director Fujita hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

The concept of 'Meng Po' came with the spread of Buddhist civilization and also exists in island nations.

Then again——

"Since Lady Duoyi has invited me, I am naturally happy to accept the invitation."

Director Fujita was exasperated. If he continued, the other party would just force-feed him a mouthful of "Meng Po soup" (a traditional Chinese medicine for forgetting past lives), and then he would still have to work overtime.

Even death cannot bring peace?

Upon hearing this, the old woman put away the bowl and nodded with a smile.

"good,"

(End of this chapter)