The Strange Tales of Tokyo Monk

In China's Yunnan region, people eat roasted spiders and roasted scorpions.

It is said to be very fragrant, nutritious and delicious.

Pinggong Qianye had never eaten it and had no interest in tasting this kind of dark food.

Then, Pinggong Qianye picked up some wood that was wet by the heavy rain from outside, arranged it into the shape of a pile of fire, and ignited it by roasting it with the Buddha's fire.

The Buddha fire possessed by Pinggong Qianye is a flame based on the "Mahavairocana Sutra". Like the Taoist Samadhi True Fire, it is not an ordinary flame.

Being resistant to water is just one of its common characteristics.

The ability to defeat demons and monsters is the most powerful aspect of Buddha Fire.

Once infected, unless one has a high level of cultivation, one will basically be burned to death.

"Your clothes are soaked, too."

The voice that came from Yaezakura Jingu through the moon doll seemed to have some inexplicable emotions.

"Well, you can bake it, and you can rest early tonight."

"No...at worst, I'll just cover my eyes later."

Pinggong Qianye ignored the resistance of the moon doll and put it into the bag, then took off his shirt, spread it open with a wooden stick, and roasted it close to the flame.

The dim firelight illuminated the entire cave. The naked upper body muscles of Pinggong Qianye were imprinted on the mountain wall through the firelight, leaving an exceptionally strong and powerful silhouette.

"Hmph, what's so good about it? I don't care."

"Well, I know you don't want to see it, so I put you in the bag first."

"..."

Jingu Yaezakura was silent for a while, and couldn't help but murmured, "It's okay to take a look occasionally."

When she tried to control the moon doll to crawl out of the bag, she didn't have enough energy and had to give up.

After the Moon Doll stopped moving, Pinggong Chiye approached the pile of the man's bones and began to examine the real cause of his death.

He was not a professional forensic coroner and could only judge based on his own knowledge whether the man died of natural causes or was killed by evil spirits.

The result was obvious: the man's death was not natural, but was caused by the brutal means of demons and monsters.

……

"Rainy days are really annoying!"

Tsukimi Shrine, Yaezakura Jingu looked at the cloudless sky of Tokyo with a little annoyance.

Unfortunately, the moonlight from Tokyo can never reach the mountains and forests far away in Wakayama Prefecture.

"Go to bed early... How can I sleep... I have developed a bad habit of staying up late recently."

Yaezakura Jingu murmured silently, leaning lightly against the trunk of the osmanthus tree, her thoughts drifting away into the distance.

I don’t know if there are any terrifying monsters hiding behind those spiders.

It’s difficult to travel on the road in the heavy rain tonight. Will there be some monsters and demons blocking the way?

The Daijo Palace Chief, who was guarding the main hall gate, withdrew his gaze from the osmanthus tree and was in a good mood.

This is what a normal Tsukimi Shrine should look like.

The days without that flower monk coming are good days.

You also said that you love the moon the most. Haha, if you continue to come into contact with the goddess, big problems will arise sooner or later.

Now, being apart from each other is the best development.

Tsk, I can finally have a good sleep this time.

The Grand Priestess of the Imperial Court was in a good mood. He closed the door of the main hall and went back to his room to sleep.

Chapter 127 Buddha Fire Roasting Spider

At 4 a.m., the sky cleared.

While the dense forest was still in a drowsy state, Pinggong Qianye left the cave and continued along his own path.

As for the skeleton in the cave, he simply dug a hole for the skeleton to rest in peace.

Otherwise, it was difficult for him to do anything.

If he had arrived at the cave earlier last night, the man would have a good chance of being rescued, but things can't always happen by coincidence.

As we walked through the dense forest, the white fog gradually increased, and it became so white that it was difficult to see the road ahead.

Pinggong Qianye could only focus on the road ahead and move forward slowly.

About an hour after leaving the cave, he came across another area covered with spider webs.

It was the crown of a camphor tree, where a thick spider web had formed a cocoon in the shape of a human.

Pinggong Qianye opened his diamond eyes and looked around, seeing the situation inside clearly through the outer layer of white cocoon.

It was a person, also a man, who had also been dead for not long, probably last night.

Man, spider, death, it seems that something is gradually becoming clear.

Pinggong Qianye used the Buddha fire in his palm to burn away all the spiders and spider webs. He struck the ground with his Zen stick, creating a pit so that the body would not be exposed in the wilderness.

After finishing these things, Pinggong Chiye continued on his journey.

During the two hours along the way, Pinggong Qianye encountered areas covered with spider webs three times. Each time, he found the corpse of a man, and the time of death was last night.

This made Pinggong Qianye guess that these dead men should know each other and escaped from somewhere together last night.

Unfortunately, they did not escape safely, but died tragically one after another.

The man who escaped to the cave should be the one who ran the farthest among them.

Because along the way, Pinggong Qianye didn't meet anyone.

Spider spirit.

Maybe we can find a Pansi Cave nearby.

Pinggong Chiye slowed down his pace so as not to miss any suspicious places nearby.

It rained heavily last night, and the dewdrops shone golden under the shining sunlight.

It’s like the Buddha’s light is shining everywhere.

……

“I don’t know whether Mizushima and the others have escaped. I hope the Buddha will bless them.”

"I believe Mizushima will lead them to escape."

"Yeah, that's all we can hope for."

In a cave covered with white spider webs, four cocoons were connected by spider silk, hanging in the air, with only their heads exposed.

Their lower bodies are kept in cocoons and are used as backup food by spiders.

Among the four people, one had been completely sucked dry and eaten by the spiders that burst out of his stomach, leaving only a shriveled head sticking out.

Layer upon layer of spider webs were like prison doors, locking their hopeful gazes inside the cave.

When a white-bellied, black-striped spider that was obviously larger than the other small spiders fell from the spider web in front.

The chatter stopped, and there was unconcealable fear in their eyes.

Every time this black-striped spider, which is as big as a millstone, appears, someone is brutally killed.

Last night, many people died tragically because of this black-striped spider.

It seemed to be able to perform some magic that allowed it to plant spider eggs into a person's abdomen before it even got close to the person.

After a while, the person's abdomen will begin to hurt severely, then swell up, and finally small black spiders will burst out of the person's abdomen and eat the person whole.

When they were afraid, the black-striped spider seemed to be able to smell the fear emanating from them.

It crawled over slowly, and glanced at them one by one, deliberately making them remember its terrifying face.

Then it went around behind their heads and seemed to sniff the back of their necks.

When spider hairs come into contact with the skin, the slight itchy sensation brings the deepest fear and makes people shudder.

If they could choose a way to die, they would rather be eaten by the black-striped spider right in front of them.

Instead of being like now, always having to bear the dual contradictions of the possibility of death and the possibility of temporary survival.

Afraid of his own death, he hoped that the black-striped spider would choose the other two people.

Even though he knew he couldn't escape from the cave, he still hoped that he could live longer.

bad.

What a bad and natural thought this is!

The black-striped spider sniffed the complex smell of their approaching death.

It is so sweet and fascinating that no other taste can compare to it.

Unfortunately, several of them escaped last night, although they all died on the way.

But there are still a few fewer participants in my game.

In the end, the black-striped spider chose the person who was most afraid of death and had the darkest heart.

Since he is afraid of death, then grant him death.

As for not being afraid of death?

It’s okay. Just stay here for a few more days and no matter how strong your psychological defenses are, they will be broken down.

It quietly waits for that day to come.

After crawling to the man's head, it searched with its eyes, then went around to the man's front and let him see with his own eyes how its chelicerae pierced through his abdomen and implanted the spider eggs.

Although it does not need to be so close to cast its magic, it prefers to get close, watching the fear on its prey's face while slowly letting it enjoy its final death.

As for letting the prey enjoy the final pleasure?

That's not what spiders of its species are supposed to do.

For it, there is only reproduction, and endless reproduction.

It will feel happy only when more and more spiders are born.

When the black-striped spider was laying eggs and preparing to leave, it smelled the aroma of barbecue.

It floated in from outside the cave.

At the same time, there was the smell of a living person, and new prey had arrived.

No, why does the smell of this barbecue seem so familiar?

It smells like roasted spider!

The damn prey actually dared to kill the children it had raised with so much effort!

The angry black-striped spider quickly moved along the spider web, ready to hang up the prey outside personally and make it bear children for it.

But before he went out far, flames, golden flames spread along the spider web.

The fire was raging, and little spiders died tragically in the sea of ​​fire.

The fire shone brightly, illuminating the dark cave.

Let the three people trapped in the cocoon see the light, the light of hope.

They also saw a figure coming along with the raging fire.

He wore a bamboo hat with water droplets dripping from it, a dark grey cassock, and came with a staff and an alms bowl.

This is a monk who travels around the world.

She's just a little young, and looks like she's less than 20 years old.

The black-striped spider also saw clearly the evildoer who was burning its cave. It hissed a few times and a black smoke spewed out of its mouth.

However, this highly corrosive poisonous fog was purified by the spreading golden flames before it even got close to the monk.