Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

He found himself in a beautiful Buddhist land, surrounded by monks armed with guns and spraying blue flames, and Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with deep, radiant halos of flames, looking down at him.

In religious contexts, the use of such hallucinogens is very common, and unsurprisingly, some believers are selected.

They are tricked into drinking more potent hallucinogens by claiming divine blood or ointment, creating the illusion of seeing heaven and hell.

As for why Buddhism would have things like divine blood and divine ointment, it can only be said that these sects are all cobbled together from various sources, so it's not surprising that they contain such things.

"Fellow believers, just as I just recited a line from the Buddhist scripture, there is no place in this world that is not torment and suffering, a burning house for all living beings."

"It is precisely because of suffering that you have all gathered here, and that you have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet with me."

The man was still rambling on like a rapper, but someone next to him had already knelt down and was crying uncontrollably.

"Master! Master! Please deliver me from this sea of ​​suffering! I have no future left, spending every day like a slave, enduring the gazes and ridicule of others!"

"Master! Please save me!"

She grabbed the man's trouser leg and cried uncontrollably.

By the way, hallucinogens can also exacerbate emotional expression, making people's emotions more extreme.

Influenced by this man, the crowd's emotions gradually began to spiral out of control, with some wailing and others sobbing quietly with their faces covered.

They complain about their lives and current situation, or lament their misfortunes and tragic experiences.

The loss of a loved one or a partner, a hopeless future, a life with no end in sight, being belittled and despised, and the devastating news of shattered dreams.

There is no distinction between high and low, noble and base, and there is no such thing as one suffering more than another.

And with the spread of this sentiment among the population, it will only grow stronger.

Yoriko Ogasawara looked at her mother, who was also crying under the influence of the medication, although this was not something she had never seen before.

But perhaps because her daughter was in front of her, the mother always tried her best to maintain a part of her motherly image.

Such loud crying seems to be a true reflection of her inner feelings.

The pessimism among the crowd gradually spread, and just as it was getting so bad that it was about to get out of control, a gunshot shattered the cries.

The thunderous gunshot interrupted the flow of emotions, and the shooter simply blew on the muzzle, the spent cartridge falling to the ground.

"Esteemed benefactors, please do not be so impatient. Please listen to what I have to say."

Chapter 268 All Troubles Gone

The crowd, which was on the verge of spiraling out of control, was stopped by the sound of a gunshot.

The monk, who resembled a rock singer, tucked the pistol back into his robe, picked up the microphone again, and lowered his head.

“Esteemed benefactor, I am unable to move an inch while you are holding my hand. I am already struggling to cross the sea of ​​suffering myself, so how can I possibly help you?”

Before the other person could show any disappointment, the man suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

“Esteemed benefactors! This world is but a journey of spiritual practice. I am merely like you, walking the path of seeking my own liberation.”

"The Buddha transmitted the Dharma for self-cultivation, not for helping others. Today, I am only here to share this Dharma with you all."

He snapped his fingers, and a man also dressed in monk's robes pushed a cart to his side. Underneath the white cloth, it was likely...

“Look, my fellow benefactors! This is the Dharma instrument that the Buddha has bestowed upon us, an instrument that can sweep away the many demons on our path to enlightenment, an instrument that contains the path to liberation.”

The white cloth was lifted, revealing neatly arranged, black guns on the cart, each one a genuine killing weapon.

This scene did not frighten the crowd; instead, it made them even more fervent. They prostrated themselves on the ground and began chanting scriptures.

"Therefore, immeasurable light, immeasurable heat, immeasurable radiation, fission fire, purify the three thousand worlds."

"Ode to the Great Ming King who saves us with nuclear fusion!"

The man also pretended to recite a few words, put his hands together, and offered a few words of praise.

"The Great King of Nuclear Fusion, the Savior of the World, when practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, illuminates the suffering of all beings and liberates them from all suffering. Depleted uranium fission is without hindrance; because it is without hindrance, there is no fear, and one is far removed from distorted dreams. Ultimately, one attains Nirvana, becoming one of the Buddhas of the three times."

"Therefore, we know that the Great Bright King of Nuclear Fusion, which saves the world, purifies the six senses and activates the three phases. It is the mantra of equality, the mantra of liberation, the supreme mantra, and the unequaled mantra. It can remove all suffering. It is true and not false."

The believers also offered praise, prostrated themselves in worship, and remained kneeling for a long time.

Only then did the man return to the main point and continue his charade.

"The King of Light, in his compassion, manifested many forms, and within the cloud of karmic fire, he further manifested many more forms."

"The fission fire is both great compassion and great terror, causing suffering to all beings in the three realms who cannot be liberated. Therefore, it manifests itself in numerous guns and firearms."

"Your Excellencies must be wondering, why are firearms considered magical artifacts? And what kind of magic is contained within them?"

The man grinned, revealing several gold teeth that gleamed brightly under the light.

"boom!"

The man raised his hand and smashed the head of the person at his feet, causing blood and an unknown liquid to splatter everywhere, but the crowd seemed to be bewitched and did not react at all.

"That's right. There are too many hardships and setbacks in the world that we need to overcome, hindering our progress. As long as we stay like this..."

The man fired another shot at the already dead corpse on the ground.

"So-called entanglements and obstacles can all be dispelled with the Dharma instruments of the Buddha. It is as easy as simply pulling the trigger and making a decision."

What utterly twisted and heretical doctrines! Yet the people here are all brainwashed believers or deluded by hallucinogens, deeply ensnared in his bewitching schemes without even realizing it.

"My benefactor, what are your troubles and pains?"

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The smiling man helped the woman kneeling beside him to her feet and asked her softly.

Her hoodie was ripped off, her makeup was ruined by tears, and under the man's influence, she revealed her inner pain.

"My boyfriend started dating the daughter of the department head in order to get a promotion. When I found out, he broke up with me right away."

“Master, is love such a fragile thing? He once told me that even if it was tough, everything would be alright as long as we were together.”

“Esteemed benefactor, this humble monk cannot answer your questions.”

The man grinned.

"Only you know the root of your troubles. Is your pain caused by your boyfriend who betrayed your love, or by the minister who corrupted you with money? Only you know the answer."

He shoved the gun into the woman's hand and guided her to pull the trigger.

"Once you understand the root of your troubles, all you need to do is target it and gently pull the trigger, and the pain and frustration will be over."

Ogasawara Yoriko suddenly shivered; she understood the man's seduction.

"Fellow benefactors! This is the Dharma bestowed upon us by the Buddha! Betrayed by others; having your loved ones' lives taken; being maliciously slandered or looked down upon by others..."

"No matter what kind of pain or trouble you have, as long as you find the root cause and use this ritual implement, you can be purified and free, and overcome the tribulations."

"This is the compassion of the Buddha, bridging the physical differences between people. Power that cannot be resisted? A class that oppresses people to the point of suffocation? None of these have any effect in front of this Dharma instrument."

The man picked up a gun from the cart and fired several shots at the top of his head.

“Listen, fellow benefactors! This is the voice of great compassion, great liberation, and pure freedom! Whatever you hate, resent, or suffer from, it will all vanish under this voice.”

"Even if that really doesn't work, you can still..."

The man pointed the gun at his own forehead.

"Snapped!"

Using his mouth to mimic the sound of a gunshot, the man opened his arms and shouted.

"Esteemed benefactors! We praise the Great King of Nuclear Fusion, who saves the world! We praise the Great Bodhisattva who vanquishes demons with gunfire!"

The brainwashed followers chanted along fervently, and the man casually tossed the guns on the cart around, causing a scramble for them.

The firearms on the cart were naturally insufficient for the hundreds of people present; it was all a matter of luck.

Ogasawara Yoriko saw her mother scrambling in the crowd and wanted to reach out and grab her, but she held back.

It's not a dangerous situation, so it's best not to expose yourself for now.

This man—no, this gun-worshipping cult—is indoctrinating people in the same way she was back then, even more fanatical than she was.

If you have any unpleasant, painful, or troublesome things, just use the gun in your hand to shoot them all away.

The recent shootings and the assassination of the former prime minister are likely due to this gun cult.

But why did they do this? Instead of using the guise of charity to amass wealth, they casually tossed weapons to these ordinary people.

Yoriko Ogasawara was puzzled, but just then, the garage door was suddenly blasted open!

"Special Assault Force! Everyone! Lay down your weapons and surrender!"

Wearing combat uniforms, the special police unit, commonly known as the SAT, stormed into the underground parking garage.

The man who had just been inciting the believers quickly raised his hands, showing no intention of resisting.

Before the believers, deeply affected by the hallucinogens, could react, they were roughly pinned to the ground.

Seeing that things were going badly, Ogasawara Yoriko immediately pulled up her mother, who was still picking up the gun.

"My magical artifact!"

Chapter 269 The Persistent Ideological Problem

The scene was chaotic, with blinding spotlights and guns scattered among the crowd.

The law enforcement forces that broke through the iron gate ruthlessly pressed these bewildered believers to the ground, instantly pulling them from the ethereal Buddhist paradise back to the hellish human world.

Some people subconsciously raised the "magical artifact" they had obtained, wanting to use this "magical artifact" with supreme power to sweep away the demonic obstacles in front of them.

But he couldn't even pull the trigger before collapsing, his whole body convulsing.

If the pistols they hold are Buddhist implements that bring liberation, then the SATs also possess even more "cruel" and "painful" stun guns.

Those who dared to raise their hands in resistance were mercilessly shot down, lying on the ground convulsing, while the man who raised his hands to surrender from the beginning seemed quite wise.

Ogasawara Yoriko, holding her mother's hand, easily led her away from the SAT amidst the chaos, a feat impossible for an ordinary person to even catch a glimpse of her.

This also indirectly proves just how fragile and ridiculous this so-called gun-worshipping organization is.

There's no need for any truly dangerous individuals to take action; the Metropolitan Police Department alone can easily destroy it.

However, his own mother had somehow become involved with this small cult, which was a real headache.