The Strange Tales of Tokyo Monk

"It's really interesting. Why did your junior fellow apprentice choose Mingbai as his Dharma name?"

"We are all from the Ming generation."

"Takeda, what is your Dharma name?"

"...Drink your wine."

Saburo Takeda, a rough man of nearly 1.9 meters in height, showed an embarrassed expression on his face for the first time, and even tried to avoid the question by pretending to be angry.

Seeing this, Akechi Mitsuhide chuckled and said, "Takeda, there are times when you can't speak."

Pinggong Qianye and others also had a smile on their faces.

"It's not like I can't say it."

Takeda Saburo put away the feigned anger on his face, leaned back, spread his arms, and gave Akechi Mitsuhide a provocative look, "If you drink three bottles of beer in one breath, I will tell you my Dharma name, but I'm afraid you can't do it."

"You are underestimating my alcohol tolerance!"

The last thing a man can allow is for others to say that he is not good enough. Mitsuhide Akechi stood up, put his right foot on the glass table, asked someone next to him to open three bottles of beer for him, picked up one and drank it directly with his head tilted back.

Pinggong Qianye glanced at the beer label. The capacity was 330 ml. If there were three bottles, it would be nearly 1 liter.

For Mitsuhide Akechi, who has been hanging out in bars for many years, this is not a difficult task.

Gulp, gulp, one bottle, two bottles. When Akechi Mitsuhide finished the last bottle easily, Takeda Saburo smiled and said, "Tomorrow, that will be my Buddhist name."

What’s your Dharma name tomorrow?

Akechi Mitsuhide raised his eyebrows slightly, twitched the corners of his mouth, and almost spit out the wine in his mouth, but fortunately he stopped in time.

"Mingzhi, you and Master Mingtian are both from the Ming generation."

Hiramiya Chiye silently stabbed him again, and Akechi Mitsuhide could no longer bear it and spat out a mouthful of wine.

With foresight, Hiramiya Chiye turned Akechi Mitsuhide's shoulders so that he was facing the bottom of the booth, where the crowd was dancing in silence.

A mouthful of wine spurted out, but it didn't attract any attention.

"Oh, if I say you can't do it, then you can't do it."

Takeda Saburo smiled and stabbed again, then raised his water cup and clinked it with Hiramiya Chiya's Coke cup, "Happy cooperation."

"You two bastards! You're deliberately plotting against me!"

Akechi Mitsuhide wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and rolled up his sleeves while cursing.

They were all young, the oldest, Akechi Mitsuhide, was only 18 years old, and they were all still young teenagers. After the little episode, they quickly became familiar with each other.

Chat about everything from all over the world, celebrities, politicians, current affairs.

Pinggong Qianye drank an ice cola and was gradually drawn into this atmosphere.

"Takeda, I heard that the five-story pagoda in your Shitennoji Temple contains the Buddha's relics. Is this true?" someone asked.

Saburo Takeda did not give a direct answer, but just said: "There are many places to visit in Shitennoji Temple. The South Bell Hall, the North Bell Hall, the Rokujido Hall, and the Yuyahojo are all good attractions."

The man knew what to do and didn't ask any more questions.

In order to ease the subtle awkwardness, Akechi Mitsuhide shook the bottle in his hand and asked in a low voice, "Are there really so many demons and monsters in the city recently? I feel that this time, many temples have sent their own disciples down the mountain to gain experience."

"A lot, more than you can imagine." Takeda Saburo's expression became serious. "If you encounter any evil things and need to exorcise evil spirits, you can come to me for help. This is the main purpose of my coming down the mountain to train."

"I don't need any reward. I just want to eliminate more demons and monsters for the common people."

Saburo Takeda's passionate words drew applause.

Pinggong Qianye's expression moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. He was also interested in this topic because he had a very intuitive understanding of the prevalence of demons and monsters in big cities in recent times.

"I heard that the great monster Qingxuandeng has been resurrected and returned."

When the conversation gets heated, Saburo Takeda doesn't mind revealing some confidential information.

After all, everyone present was a descendant of the temple, but their level of practice varied.

The news about the great monster Aoandon caused a burst of gasps, and even Akechi Mitsuhide put down the bottle of wine in his hand and began to listen carefully.

"I also heard about it from others. He is looking for and investigating the resurrection of the great monster Aoandon. He is currently active in the Tokyo area."

"If you know any news, please tell me."

Saburo Takeda spoke very seriously. This matter involved a great monster, the famous Aoandon, and no one present, including himself, had the ability to handle it alone.

Hiramiya Chiya originally wanted to say something, but Takeda Saburo's next words made him choose to remain silent.

"Do you know the great monk Master Liansheng?"

Chapter 35 No one knows how to dodge bullets better than me

Master Liansheng, a great monk?

A flash of confusion and surprise passed through Pinggong Qianye's eyes, and then he looked at his nose and his heart, remaining silent.

Akechi Mitsuhide, who was sitting next to him, was stunned for a moment, and his eyes involuntarily looked at Pinggong Chiye. Seeing that he didn't say anything, he just smiled and said nothing.

"Master Liansheng, this Dharma name sounds so familiar."

"I remember that in the forum on the Pudu APP, there was a Master Liansheng who was very good at telling stories. His stories always made people unable to stop reading."

As the discussion started, Akechi Mitsuhide also came over and asked with a rather strange look on his face, "Is this Master Liansheng so famous?"

"Mingzhi, you rarely log into the Pudu APP, so you don't know Master Liansheng. He has a group of loyal fans in the forum."

"..."

Akechi Mitsuhide smiled even more and put his arm around his shoulder, "Come, tell me in detail about this Master Liansheng."

From the exclamations and sly laughs that Akechi Mitsuhide made from time to time, Hiramiya Chiye could be sure that Akechi Mitsuhide must have known that the Master Rensheng mentioned by Takeda Saburo was himself.

Weilian Ancient Temple, headed by Liansheng.

Akechi Mitsuhide already knew this identity when he first met him.

"By the way, you haven't asked your Buddhist friend for his Dharma name yet?"

Seeing that they were talking happily, Takeda Saburo looked at Hiramiya Chiye.

Pinggong Qianye just asked: "What is the mystery of the great monster Qingxuandeng's resurrection, and how is it related to Master Liansheng?"

"The great monster Aoandon died in the Heian period, and now he has been resurrected, which naturally makes people think a lot."

Takeda Saburo's thoughts were quickly pulled back. "It is said that the great monster Qingxuandeng is the guardian of the underworld. Its resurrection must be related to the underworld. Resurrection from the dead is a great secret that attracts countless practitioners."

"Oh, coming back from the dead, that's amazing."

Pinggong Qianye simply responded, leaning quietly on the sofa and drinking a sip of ice cola.

He didn't know that the great monster Aoandon had ever died, but what he met last time was definitely the great monster Aoandon.

There is absolutely no mistake about this.

"I've only heard about it from others. At present, the only person who truly knows these secrets is Master Rensheng." Takeda Saburo sighed.

I didn't, I don't know, don't talk nonsense.

Pinggong Qianye quickly denied it in his heart.

"My friend has not found any results in his investigation so far and is actively looking for Master Liansheng. I heard that Master Liansheng is in Tokyo. If you know where he is, you can tell me."

"..."

Pinggong Chiye chose to remain silent.

Someone found me through the Internet!

As expected, one needs to be extra careful when posting stories on the forum. Even if one blocks a lot of key information, they can still find out that one lives in Tokyo.

He was not worried that the other party would come looking for him, but he had no idea where the great monster Qingxuande was at the moment, which would cause a lot of trouble again.

Moreover, when one’s virtual identity on the Internet is exposed, one always feels socially shamed.

It was almost 11 o'clock, and Kimura and Shida, who were dancing on the dance floor below, came up covered in sweat and smelling of perfume.

"How does it feel to shake your head?"

Mitsuhide Akechi handed each of them a bottle of cold beer.

"Cool!"

"Shaking your head is also a form of practice. It can also help you dodge bullets at critical moments."

"In the past, I would have thought this was nonsense. Now, I just think that my previous thinking was too conservative."

"Heh, no one knows how to dodge bullets better than me."

When Akechi Mitsuhide said this, he deliberately made gestures and shook his head.

Such words caused everyone present to burst into laughter.

There are always some international "big stars" in this world whose every word and action attracts great attention.

……

As it approached 12 o'clock, Mitsuhide Akechi and his friends prepared to go to the late night show.

Pinggong Chiye has never been very interested in this kind of invitation.

He left the bar alone and walked to the street, looking at the city scene which was still brightly lit, without much interest.

There are still pedestrians wandering in the middle of the night, walking in a hurry, with no one to rely on, no place to come from, and no idea where to go.

Pinggong Chiye sighed, he was also unable to change this social phenomenon.

Furthermore, this is true in every era.

Desires are rampant and the sea of ​​suffering is difficult to cross. How many people in ancient and modern times can reach the other side?

There are always only a few people who truly understand why they live their lives. Most people are swept forward by the social trends and cannot break free.

Even if you can go against the crowd and stay awake and think, it will also bring other pain.

A pig that learns to think is undoubtedly painful.

That’s why there is the famous saying that life is a place where you can be confused.

It sounds like words of advice, but in fact it is helpless self-consolation.

After walking for a while, Pinggong Qianye chose to walk to the edge of the area, preparing to run home tonight.

The chat with Saburo Takeda tonight made him feel passionate for the first time in a long time, and he had the urge to release the results of his current practice.

He has always been restrained in many aspects, because restraining one's unruly thoughts and delusions is also a kind of practice.

But he is only 16 years old this year, at the age when he can make the most of his youth.

He has not yet practiced Buddhism to the point where his basic human nature and desires are emptied out.

Sometimes people still want to let off some steam.

Pinggong Qianye walked to the dark area of ​​the river where few people went.

At 12 o'clock in the night, there were not many lights around and no one was around.

I looked at the map on my phone and found that it was about 25 kilometers from this place to my home, which would normally take a few hours to walk.

If you run, you can go much faster.

After looking through the map, Pinggong Qianye finally chose an abandoned road. The place was quite remote, and it would only take an additional 10 kilometers.

Put your phone in your pocket and zip it up to prevent it from falling out while running.

This is the latest model of mobile phone, worth more than 100,000 yen.

After making sure that his cell phone and keys would not be lost, Pinggong Qianye took a deep breath and began to jog slowly along the river.

The night breeze carried the water vapor from the river and was particularly cool.

Pinggong Qianye began to speed up along the river. After entering the abandoned road in the uninhabited area, he no longer suppressed his physical strength and stepped forward heavily with the front of his right foot.

A deep crack appeared on the abandoned cement road, leaving a very obvious forefoot print at the original location.

The whole person felt like a gust of wind blowing through him fiercely.

Speed ​​up, speed up!