Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

She could sense Uesugi Kiyoshi's emotions. Ever since she awakened Yingcao's demon soul, she had been able to vaguely perceive Uesugi Kiyoshi's feelings.

So, she feels very sorry for him now.

She didn't want Uesugi Kiyoshi to be like that.

After a few seconds of silence, she seemed to have finally made up her mind.

"Chiyu, could you make room for me a little?"

She spoke softly and gently as she helped Fujimura Chiba up, then knelt down in front of Shiina Kikyo.

Then, Kyoko slowly stretched out her hands and pressed them against the forehead of the deceased girl.

After a few seconds, a faint fluorescence appeared.

Narumi Shingo raised an eyebrow. This was the first time he had seen Kyoko use her extraordinary abilities. He recognized it as a healing power.

"It's no use, Apricot, don't waste your energy."

“She was just a mortal, and she’s already dead. Even if you can heal this body, her fragile soul has long since dissipated.”

"Such a weak soul is not even qualified to go to the underworld."

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Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"What??!"

"You are."

"spiritualism?!"

Chapter 330 Evil Buddha

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised his sword and glanced sideways at the deep passageway behind the door not far away, a sharp curve slowly forming at the corner of his mouth.

He heard a soft sigh.

“Layman, whether you seek revenge, wealth, or someone, I have already retreated far enough. Why are you pressing me so relentlessly?”

"May Buddha have mercy. This humble monk did not wish to commit mass killings. We are all practitioners and know that our cultivation is hard-won. Why must we tear off our masks and refuse to let it go?"

“Those who come looking for someone, just take them away. Those who come seeking revenge have already started killing. As for those who seek wealth, Buddha regards gold and silver as dirt. Layman, take it as you please.”

"May I ask if you would be willing to lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi couldn't help but laugh, but a strange gurgling sound came from his throat, like the low growl of a wild beast forcibly suppressing its murderous intent.

He tilted his head and looked at the monk.

The monk slowly emerged from the shadows, dressed in a gray robe with seven black stripes over it, wearing a straw hat and holding a staff. His face was unexpectedly handsome; if he had long hair, he might be as handsome as some idol singers. His smile had an eerie quality, but his eyes, when looking at Uesugi Kiyoshi, held deep apprehension.

He seemed to sense something.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked around and clenched his fist on the Onikiri sword.

"This master's place of practice is truly extraordinary."

"I heard that being a monk in Japan is just a profession; they can drink alcohol, eat meat, and marry and have children."

"But this is the first time I've ever seen someone who kills and robs, controls gangs, disregards human life, and sacrifices souls."

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?"

"The Buddha you worship, the blood stained with the knife in your hand, is probably more than mine, isn't it?"

"I'm not here to find anyone, not to seek revenge, and not to ask for money."

"I'm here to kill you."

"Kikyo is just a new grudge, we still have old ones—we'll make sure you die knowing why."

Uesugi Kiyoshi bowed slightly, held Onikiri upside down, and his voice was filled with a chilling intent.

"I am Onikiri from the Collectors' Association, here to kill you."

“A few days ago, our agents received your help.”

"I'm here to collect their debts!"

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"Attack on special agents, torture and murder of women, sacrifice of mortals—three crimes combined—immediate execution!"

His voice was like a high-pitched song, and his shadow was like lightning.

Uesugi Kiyoshi exerted force with his feet, creating a mirage-like aura, and used a move called "One Flash".

The distance of tens of meters was covered in an instant.

His body spun, power flowing through his arm, and with a backhand horizontal slash, Onikiri aimed at the monk's head.

Since that monk dared to take on the deal of intercepting the Collectors Association, he must have some skills.

He sighed deeply again, his face full of compassion, golden light shining behind him, his face like a benevolent bodhisattva, as he softly recited scriptures.

“This humble monk Mingkong respectfully prays to the Buddha. I had no intention of committing many acts of killing, but I was unable to do so. May the Buddha not blame me.”

“Young layman, I do not wish to be your enemy, but I am not afraid to.”

"You should know that our Buddha has both the gentle brows of a Bodhisattva and the wrathful gaze of a Vajra!"

Master Mingkong sighed, and a golden light suddenly appeared. The tangible golden light blocked Uesugi Kiyoshi's path, like an invisible wall, keeping the sharp Onikiri three feet away.

The golden light shone brightly, like the might of heaven, illuminating the underground room as if the darkness and bloodshed had been washed away.

The monk Mingkong, who was surrounded by golden light, truly resembled a living Buddha, with compassionate eyes and a solemn face, exuding an air of saving people from suffering.

Who would have thought that this was a demon whose hands were stained with countless lives?

The more dignified he was, the more disgusted Uesugi Kiyoshi felt.

Such hypocritical people, who show no reverence for life and regard human life as worthless, are the kind of people Uesugi Kiyoshi hates the most.

Demons eating people is just like people eating cattle, sheep, chickens, and ducks; there is no right or wrong between different races.

The phrase "not of my kind" already creates an insurmountable barrier.

Can.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could clearly sense that the monk before him was a human being.

Humans who practice crooked and evil methods.

Driven by certain desires, he turned on his fellow human beings and became increasingly ruthless.

He deserves to die!

Uesugi Kiyoshi stepped back, sheathed his sword, and gently tapped the golden light barrier.

A burning sensation came from his hands, and when he looked down, his fingers were charred black.

The mirage energy he used was different from the energy of cultivators; it was not some orthodox supernatural power and seemed to be restrained by this Buddhist light.

The mirage was rapidly dissipating, the will-o'-the-wisps were dimming, and even the blue lotus next to Uesugi Kiyoshi's portrait on the Hundred Demons Scroll had lost some of its luster.

He flicked his fingers and slowly raised his eyes.

The wound on his hand healed rapidly, returning to normal in an instant.

Inugami's self-healing ability is fully demonstrated.

"Do you feel safe?" he asked softly.

Master Mingkong smiled slightly, meeting Uesugi Kiyoshi's gaze with a solemn expression, his eyes filled with righteousness, as if he were the one slaying demons and eliminating evil.

When he heard Uesugi Kiyoshi ask him that question, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, which then turned into a frivolous smile.

"Young layman, I don't know your background, nor do I know why the demonic aura emanating from you makes me tremble involuntarily."

"You must also come from an extraordinary background."

“I originally intended to avoid you, but since you have repeatedly bullied me, I have no choice but to resort to my methods.”

“I have been practicing Buddhism since childhood, reading scriptures to understand my nature, and the power of Sanskrit is always in my heart.”

"This Buddha light is the result of my decades of arduous cultivation, used to ward off evil spirits and demons. The demonic aura on this young layman is probably beyond my control."

Master Mingkong's words revealed an undisguised sense of contentment.

He was very proud.

He had just finished meditating in a secret underground chamber, where he was absorbing human desires through an array he had set up.

Greed, lust, and anger are all his sustenance, which helps him in his spiritual practice.

He was indeed a monk who had broken his vows, but after breaking them, the increase in power became readily available.

All that talk about saving others and oneself, or driving away demons, is utter nonsense.

Only power truly belongs to oneself.

Master Mingkong vaguely remembers that it was when he was six or seven years old.

His master, the "master" of a certain temple, helped a prisoner escape the harassment of ghosts and gods, but was instead targeted by them, leading to his violent death in the meditation room.

He witnessed firsthand how that kind-faced old monk could transform into a hideous monster.

He peeled off his skin piece by piece, revealing pink muscle tissue.

The flesh was torn off piece by piece, revealing the pale bone fragments.

His eyes were gouged out, his nose was cut off, and his ears were left as two large holes.

His master, like a madman, ended his own life in a cruel way.

At that time, he hid under the table of the Buddhist altar, trembling, clenching his teeth, holding his breath, and daring not to make a sound.

He stayed with that corpse for a very, very long time.

So long that the blood dried into black stains, so long that the flesh and tissue rotted, so long that the master's bones turned yellow, and the whole house became unbearably smelly.

One day? Three days? A week? Or longer?

He stayed under the altar, not daring to go out.