The Strange Tales of Tokyo Monk

As for revenge for Erlang, he no longer dared to have such an idea.

Because revenge against a person may still have a chance of success, but revenge against a living Buddha, there is absolutely no possibility of success.

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There seemed to be a wind blowing.

Ikegami Yuanye watched with his own eyes as his body turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated.

There was brilliant Buddha light all around, with many Buddhas standing in a row, Bodhisattvas with lowered brows, and Vajra with angry eyes.

To die in such a country must be a very honorable thing, right?

Maybe?

When the smoke dissipated, the surrounding Buddha light also dissipated, and the Vajra Realm Mandala and the Garbha Realm Mandala also dispersed one after another.

Pinggong Qianye looked towards the statue of Vairocana Tathagata, bowed his head, clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha".

The image of Vairocana Tathagata slowly shrank and returned to the Vairocana Tathagata statue in the main hall.

Oh, I seem to have forgotten to inquire about the origins of this lone hero.

Forget it, the lone hero is also a nameless person, which is very appropriate.

Pinggong Qianye did not think too much about this question. He glanced at the silent world around him and slowly closed the temple door again.

He didn't take this little incident tonight too seriously, even though the noise was indeed a bit loud, like using a nuclear bomb to kill a mosquito.

But after all, he was the first lone hero to come and provoke him, so Pinggong Qianye still felt that he should be given a more decent death.

The first time, it should be a little different.

In the dead of night, the power of Buddha spreads across the turbulent and desolate river.

The Arakawa River originates from Mt. Kobu-Nobunaga, flows into Mt. Chichibu, passes through the basin, crosses the Nagatoro Valley, and flows northward through Osato County and Yorii Town into the Kanto Plain.

The lower reaches turn southeast at Kumagaya and flow into the Jianchuan River in Kawagoe City. After passing Saitama, it flows east again, exits the Sumida River, and finally enters Edo Bay.

There have been rumors since ancient times that there is a guardian and ruler in the depths of Arakawa, the Lord of Arakawa, who suppresses the ghosts of Arakawa and controls the water of Arakawa.

People living along the banks of the Arakawa River worship it as a god, worship it devoutly and pray for its protection.

At this time, deep in an unknown section of the Arakawa River, the waves were rolling, and a burly figure was looking towards the distant Weilian Ancient Temple.

Even from a long distance, one could vaguely sense the supreme Buddha's power coming from afar.

That power was so terrifying that some little monsters living in the Arakawa River basin were trembling in fear and feeling uneasy.

Even though they knew that the terrifyingly strong Buddha's might was not directed at them, their fear of power still made them unable to calm down.

Alas, that monk is becoming more and more terrifying.

Fortunately, I have never liked to show up in public and prefer to stay in the dark.

Otherwise, he would have discovered me and come to my house long ago.

The Lord of Arakawa hid deep in the Arakawa River, looking towards the direction of Weilian Ancient Temple and murmured softly.

If it weren't for Arakawa as his territory and barrier, he believed that the young monk would definitely smell the scent and come to him.

While Lord Arakawa was thinking, a black fog formed by evil energy swaggered past Arakawa, not concealing its breath at all, and rushed straight here.

You idiot, are you trying to lure that scary monk here?

The Lord of Arakawa angrily rolled up a column of water, which swept the black mist into the depths of Arakawa, and he himself dived deeper into Arakawa.

And control the surrounding waters so that the water of Arakawa is calm and normal.

"Lord Arakawa, I am the messenger of the Evil Lord. You, you treat me like this, do you want to go to war with the Evil Lord directly?"

The black fog wrapped in the water of Arakawa was frightened and condensed into the form of a crow, which was now shouting at the top of its lungs.

"Next time you come here and dare to be so reckless, I will grind your body into powder and sprinkle it into the Arakawa River to feed the fish!"

The black crow shuddered with fear. It could understand that Lord Arakawa was definitely not joking.

"I, I will come secretly next time." Black Crow lowered his always proud head.

Lord Arakawa glanced at it and said nothing more. Although this place was far away from the ancient Weilian Temple, it was still better to be careful.

Although I would not lose to that monk, who would want to provoke such a powerful enemy?

"Great Lord Arakawa, the murderer wants to ask you, if you want to ask for the hand in marriage of the Snow Girl, what kind of betrothal gift do you need?"

When Lord Arakawa's anger subsided a little, Black Crow quickly explained his purpose.

Propose to the Snow Girl?

Haha, dream on!

The Snow Woman aspires to become the deity in charge of snow and wind throughout Japan, and she doesn't even consider marriage.

Lord Arakawa sneered in his heart with disdain, but he did not want to directly offend the Seven Sinners.

"The Snow Woman loves snow and wind the most. The day of the marriage proposal should be when Mount Fuji is covered with snow. The offer is to be the god who controls the snow and wind in all of Japan."

Lord Arakawa slowly gave his answer. As for whether he could do it or succeed, that was none of his business.

If it weren't for the fact that the Arakawa River basin passed through too many places and had dealings with the territories occupied by the Seven Sinners, he wouldn't want to bother with this deeply mentally ill patient.

He always has his mind set on one thing and sometimes even fights with himself.

The black crow, having gotten the answer, crowed happily a few times, and soon came ashore from a secluded river channel in Arakawa, turned into a black crow and flew away.

Chapter 61 That year, we launched the witch

The next day, early in the morning.

Before leaving for school, Heimiya Chiye went to the main hall of the temple to worship Vairocana Buddha as usual.

I glanced at the bright lamp on the shelf next to me and found that it was out.

He walked over, picked up the lamp, and looked around for a long time, but did not find anything unusual.

Could it be that the flame in this bright lamp was extinguished because of the loud noise last night?

It seems possible.

Pinggong Qianye lightly touched the burning candle next to him with his right index finger. A cluster of flames stood on the finger, then fell into the bright lamp and landed on the extinguished wick.

The flame is rekindled and the light remains.

Leave the temple and take the train to school.

When we passed by the alley, the cordon had been removed and even the crime scene had been cleaned up.

This means that the case has been declared closed.

Pinggong Qianye stopped here for a while, listening to the stories and discussions of the people around him, and roughly understood what happened next.

After investigation, it was found that the middle-aged man wearing sanitation worker's clothes yesterday was the owner of the dog spirit and he bears an unshirkable responsibility for the murder.

Unfortunately, the man died in the hospital last night after failed rescue efforts.

Death last night?

When Pinggong Qianye heard this, he already knew the origins of the lone hero last night.

That should be the evil spirit formed by the dog owner's obsession with revenge, so it turned into a big black dog to seek revenge on itself.

Why does it feel like the conditions for people to become evil spirits after death are becoming more relaxed nowadays?

Pinggong Qianye frowned slightly. This was definitely not a good sign.

Most people who do not die of natural causes will harbor some kind of resentment, hatred, unwillingness, etc. before they die.

In the past, the environment for becoming a ghost was not so good, so only people with extremely terrifying obsessions could turn into evil ghosts and evil spirits.

Now, the threshold for becoming a ghost has been reduced from 100 points to 60 points, which means that as long as one has an obsession, one can become a ghost.

If the threshold for becoming a ghost is lowered again, then it is foreseeable that the whole of Japan will definitely become a country of ghosts in the near future.

What a scary future.

Pinggong Qianye sighed, left the alley and went to school.

In the afternoon, Hiramiya Chiye came back from school, and the construction team introduced by Nakamura Shihei had arrived at Weilian Ancient Temple.

Hiramiya Chiya called Nakamura Shihei, explained his demands to the construction team leader, and asked them to start work the next day.

Although I made a lot of money during this period, purchasing Homa instruments also required additional expenses.

Pinggong Qianye finally decided to build the East Court, the Dharma Hall, and the Bathroom first as he had previously planned.

The remaining spare money can be used to decorate the main hall and purchase some benches and tree tables for people to rest under the big banyan tree.

Pinggong Qianye had no plans for the next few days. Once the construction team's work got on track, he didn't care too much about what was happening here.

The days were temporarily free, and Pinggong Qianye took out the "Buddha Nirvana Picture" that he had not read before and started to read it.

The so-called Nirvana picture is the scene of the Buddha's passing away and entering Nirvana.

Such scenes are quite common in Buddhism.

In this painting of "Buddha's Nirvana", the Buddha is lying on his side under a twin sal tree and attained Nirvana.

Many Buddhist disciples, people with strange stories and ghosts, as well as men and women from the mortal world came to pay their respects.

Their expressions are either sorrowful, solemn, or surprised, forming a sharp contrast with the Buddha's peaceful and serene demeanor.

Most of the Buddha's Nirvana paintings are composed of such elements. People watch the Buddha's passing away and feel his last remnant in this world.

Some people can understand the compassionate Buddhist teachings, some can understand the methods of cultivation, and some can understand the miraculous methods of supernatural powers. All living beings have their own destiny.

As for things like Nirvana, Pinggong Qianye always felt that it was still too far for him, so he rarely touched upon this aspect of knowledge on weekdays.

Now, when he looked at the picture and gained insight, he first memorized all the details of the "Buddha's Nirvana" in his mind, then lay on the bed, lying on his side like the Buddha in the painting, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

The mind is like the Buddha’s nirvana, and the body is like the twin sal trees, evergreen.

When I woke up, I felt like the world was just a dream.

The whole body feels comfortable, the spirit is full, and there is a sense of physical transformation and rebirth. The few sequelae left over from the previous forceful shattering of the Dharma image and integrating it into the body to practice the Vajra Body seem to be gradually healing and transforming.

This "Buddha's Nirvana Picture" can be repaired, but not often. It is best to leave a period of time between each repair.

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On Friday, Pinggong Chiye, who finally had some free time, prepared to find a shrine to inquire about the matter of enthroning the gods. The matter of the old mountain boy had to be resolved as soon as possible.

Towards evening, Chiye Hiramiya rode one of her family's mountain bikes to a high mountain near Arakawa, where there was a shrine, just off the abandoned road.

Tsukimi Shrine is dedicated to Tsukuyomi-son, the god who controls the night.

It is said that Tsukimi Shrine is very effective in fortune-telling and relationship-making. Especially in recent times, it has been reported on TV and its fame has soared.

The weather in June is already making people feel stuffy, and the evening breeze blowing from the riverside also carries some lingering heat.

Believers or tourists who come to visit the shrine choose to walk from a distance.

Because this road has been abandoned, cars are not allowed to pass through.

The local government wanted to repair this section of road for Tsukimi Shrine, but was rejected by the old priest of the shrine.

That being said, if one wants to worship the gods, one should naturally come with sincerity.

Walking and climbing are also a form of spiritual practice for worshippers.

Pinggong Chiye rode his mountain bike directly across the obstacle trail and came to the foot of the mountain. He locked the bike to the guardrail outside the river and followed the crowd to climb from the foot of the mountain.

The Shingon sect has had experience of coexisting with gods and Buddhas in its long history, so it is not so averse to Shinto beliefs.

During the New Year, if friends invite her, Chiya Hiramiya will go with them to visit the shrine.

The setting sun on the top of the mountain has completely set, and the last rays of sunlight have dyed the mountain trail under the vermilion torii.

The spots of light shining through the gaps between the leaves really add some scenery to this hiking trail.

Believers often recommend the faith of Tsukimi Shrine to tourists and popularize some myths and legends about Tsukuyomi-son.

The Torii gate is the dividing point between humans and gods.

As Chiya Hiramiya walked through the layers of torii gates, she felt as if she was climbing a mountain to pay homage to God.