Doraemon for an imperfect world

"There's no need to be so suspicious of a child."

Doraemon said with some dissatisfaction, "It's really too much to say that in front of others."

"Because they are children, we must be on guard."

Beiming Island Xingming continued with his hands clasped together, saying, "Children are the most deceitful creatures in the world. They can easily tell absurd lies, distort established facts, and betray the adults who took them in. Therefore, we must be on guard."

He couldn't stand by and watch ordinary people die in the haunted nest, but at the same time, because of his past experiences, he couldn't trust children at all.

So he wanted to at least keep the child away from Doraemon, so as to avoid repeating the same mistakes as the wisteria incense that was extinguished in his own temple.

"You say that children are liars. Didn't adults like you start out as children?"

Doraemon couldn't help but complain.

"I've been practicing in a temple since I was young, but most children don't have strong enough faith or courage. Before they learn these and become adults, they are all untrustworthy."

Beiming Island Xingming stubbornly said, "Amitabha."

After a pause, as if feeling that this was not convincing enough, Beiming Island Xingming continued:

"I've personally experienced this. I once adopted nine helpless children from a temple and we lived like a family. But one day, one of the children broke my rules and ran away at night. He encountered a ghost, and in order to survive, he promised the ghost that he could help him eat me and the other eight children."

"But even so."

Doraemon crossed his arms and said, "Just because you've seen a mean-spirited child, it doesn't mean that all children are bad, right?"

“Amitabha, there is more to it than that.”

Beiming Island Xingming said, "That night, four children were killed by the demon at the beginning. The remaining three children also ran away against my request to hide behind me, and were killed as well. The last child was only four years old. For her, I fought the demon with all my might, beating the demon's head non-stop until the sun rose. But when the others arrived at daybreak, perhaps because of the memory disorder caused by fear, the child actually pointed at me and said, 'That person is a monster, he killed everyone.'"

After calmly recounting his past experiences, Beiming Island Xingming turned to look at the child behind Doraemon.

He did not think that this was his own prejudice. Where a person walks is his whole world, and on that day he was betrayed by the whole world.

Although monks have no desires, he still wanted to hear the children say "thank you". Even if it was just one word, he would feel as if he had been redeemed. But the fact is that if the lord had not appeared, he would have been executed as a murderer who killed other people in the temple because of the child's accusation.

"It's alright, Lord Buddha."

Seeing that the Buddha beside him and the Dharma Protector Vajra in front of him—at least that's what the child thought—had a conflict because of him, the child beside Doraemon quickly took the initiative to walk towards the Sad Island Xingmei. "No need to quarrel over me, it doesn't matter what happens to me."

"Amitabha."

Beiming Island Xingming gently turned the Buddhist beads and said softly, "That's good."

"I don't necessarily want to use it to forgive others."

Doraemon said, "But if it's daytime, the ghost will disappear immediately, so what if the monster that child was talking about is the ghost that you beat?"

Beimingyu Xingming's hand, which was turning the Buddhist beads, suddenly stopped.

He had never thought about this problem. In Buddhist terms, this is the so-called "self-attachment", which is the root of suffering and the cause of reincarnation. People who are deeply trapped in self-attachment find it difficult to understand the cause and effect from their own perspective, so they are trapped in the obsession and cannot break free, so that many obvious facts are like a leaf blocking the view of the mountain.

But, I did hold the evil spirit under me at the time. If the child was pointing at the evil spirit under me in panic, not me...

"But even so, she didn't come back to clarify until I was imprisoned."

Beiming Island Xingming argued, "If that child truly had any gratitude, how could she have just sat there and watched me being taken to jail! She could have easily proved my innocence with just one sentence, and explained to everyone else that I was innocent!"

"Well, in that case, I can use the Time Belt to take you back and see for yourself."

Doraemon said this, looking helplessly at the child standing obediently beside Gyoumei on the island of grief, then he took out his searching stick once again, confirmed the direction, and walked straight over.

"But right now, let's get down to business. Let's go reunite with the other pillars."

263

Chapter 263: The Infinite City Total Annihilation Incident.

Thanks to the blessing of the sun, Doraemon quickly found all the pillars again along the straight line, and then headed towards Tsugakuni Yoriichi - because he seemed to be very strong, Doraemon decided to find him one last time.

"Why, brother, why on earth have you become like this?"

"Shut up!"

The black death eyes roared and roared, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of jealousy, or perhaps out of other emotions that even he himself did not understand. A rage bred by shame and humiliation made him madly brandish the weapon in his hand and attack the blood brother in front of him.

His blood magic was not very powerful, but he had no complaints about it, because all he relied on was his swordsmanship which he had refined over the past five hundred years. His swordsmanship had already reached the extreme of mortals and the pinnacle of skills, so that every time he swung the weapon, countless sword auras would accompany the blade, tearing everything around it like cold moonlight.

But compared with the majesty of the sun, the moon's brilliance is so insignificant.

Tsugikuni Yoriichi did not fight back, he just resisted silently, calmly deflecting every attack from the Black Death Eyes, and then stared at the monster with six eyes in front of him with a look of pity without saying a word.

He actually, he actually felt sorry for himself.

Black Death Eyes clenched his teeth. As the eldest son in the family, he had once looked at the man in front of him with such eyes. At that time, he thought that the other party was just a sickly younger brother, so he cared for him as an older brother. Frankly speaking, he actually enjoyed the feeling of being able to take care of his younger brother and being admired by him.

But in fact, the man in front of him, Yoshikazu Tsugakuni, was only holding a sword for the first time, but he was able to easily defeat his father's men who he couldn't even touch... No, the moment he held the weapon, his mastery of martial arts was already above everyone else. That was a chasm that mortals could never cross, but he had been standing above it since he was born.

A transparent world that sees through everything, a breathing method that breaks through limits, patterns that burn life, all these achievements that mortals need to practice hard to achieve are basic abilities that he has since birth.

"You don't understand! Tsugikoku Yoriichi, you don't understand anything at all!"

Whenever he thought about how he had actually regarded the man in front of him as a weak person who needed his protection, an unspeakable sense of shame would torment his heart. Whenever he looked at the other person's innate and unattainable talent, a fierce jealousy would burn in his heart.

“Brother…”

It's like this again!

This tone of compassion, this god-like mentality!

If Tsugakuni Yoriichi had even a fraction of human flaws, he would have felt better. But he was like a god born from the heavens. He disdained his dream of becoming the strongest samurai, discarded his proud position as head of the successor nation, and dismissed his painstaking efforts to master the Sun Breathing with a casual remark: "Those who exhaust their paths will ultimately reach the same destination." He had become a demon to break the law that prevented those bearing the markings from living past the age of twenty-five, yet this man made a mockery of his actions until he died of old age...

Rather than being jealous, it's more like being unwilling.

It was obvious that he was already good enough, it was obvious that he had worked hard enough, it was obvious that he even gave up his human body in order to become stronger, but five hundred years later, facing Tsugikuni Yoriichi, he could only wave his ridiculous weapon in vain as if facing the bright sun.

"Lord Black Death Eyes!"

Beside the battlefield, which was already littered with rubble, seeing that the two sides were evenly matched and unable to decide the winner, the Upper Moons Daki and Hantengu suddenly jumped out and said, "We're here to help you!"

Two ghosts pounced towards Jiguo Yuanyi from different directions at the same time, but the man remained calm and indifferent, looking ahead with a compassionate look. Then the red knife instantly cut through the necks of the two ghosts like flowing water, and even the prostitute Taro who was hiding in the shadow of Daki was beheaded.

Then he continued to fight with the Black Death Eyes.

hateful!

Countless sharp blades emerged from Black Death Eyes' body, and the weapons in his hands continued to mutate and transform into seven sacrificial swords, but even so, the feeling of powerlessness did not diminish in the slightest.

Just like when he and Jiguo Yuanyi charged forward.

In the bamboo forest on a moonlit night, he encountered a ghost for the first time. All his subordinates were killed in the battle, and he was unable to resist. However, Yoriichi Tsugikuni, who was passing by, casually killed the evil ghost that completely destroyed all his pride, and then said something like "I'm sorry".

He is apologizing.

He's actually apologizing!

At that moment, when Yoriichi Tsugakuni apologized to him for not being able to save his subordinates, all that Kokusei felt was endless shame.

Or...feel ashamed of yourself?

He had such natural talent that he never felt arrogant towards anyone... just like humans would not show off their strength to tiny ants.

How did this divine man in front of him see himself?

"Brother..."

"Shut up!"

Black Death Eyes drew his sword and moved forward, but Tsugikoku Yoriichi put down his weapon and closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it.

"The Moon's Breathing Form 14 is changing fiercely, and the sky is full of a slender moon!"

The black death eyes rushed towards Ji Guoyuan with violent sword energy. The surrounding buildings were all destroyed by the aftermath of the sword energy. He knew that his attack would not work, but he still wanted to use his strongest sword skills with his unwillingness, even if it was only for a moment, even if it was only for a moment, he wanted to try to challenge the glory of the rising sun.

But at this moment, a ray of sunlight that was originally impossible to appear suddenly appeared in front of him.

His skin was burned away in an instant, followed by his muscles and bones. Even as the strongest Upper Moon among the Twelve Demon Moons, facing the brilliance released by a real star, the only possibility was to return to nothingness.

Black death eyes, dead.

"Are you OK?"

Doraemon asked.

"Well, thank you for your help."

Yoshikazu Tsugakuni put the Nichirin Sword back into its sheath and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was great that I didn't have to kill my brother myself.

"Where's Onibatsuji Muzan?"

Fuzukawa Shiya couldn't wait to ask, "Where did he go?"

"I can't sense his presence. I'm afraid he's no longer in this space."

Tsugikoku Yoshiichi squatted down slightly and picked up the two half-broken bamboo flutes from the clothes where the black death eyes had scattered. After a soft sigh, he placed them in his arms as if they were treasures. "However, this space should also exist due to some kind of blood demon magic. As long as the corresponding evil demon is killed, Muzan Kibutsuji will have nowhere to hide in reality."

264

Chapter 264: Photo Talking Liquid.

"Vampire magic?"

Fuzukawa Shima couldn't wait to say, "In that case, then..."

"Leave this matter to me."

Doraemon said as he pulled out a lantern-like gadget from his pocket, "Material Converter!"

Through this, it is possible to completely transform the material that makes up one object into another.

After saying that, Doraemon turned on the material converter and shone it around.

Under the brilliant light that was enough to overturn the law of conservation of matter, all objects that came into contact with it turned into transparent glass in an instant.

"Everyone better cover your eyes first."

After confirming that everyone else had taken protective measures as he had instructed, Doraemon pointed his inanimate baton at the sun behind him and said, "Sun, please strive to release even stronger light."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sun behind Doraemon suddenly became more dazzling, and the brilliant light rose up and penetrated every piece of building base that had been transformed into glass in the Infinite City. It was a strong light that was enough to blind people, and it was also a divine punishment that was enough to cleanse all evil spirits.

Under the aura of this power, all the evil spirits were instantly burned to ashes.

After flickering for a moment, the sun returned to its original shape and fell steadily behind Doraemon's head.

But at this moment, the entire Infinite City suddenly began to roar violently. After losing the maintenance of the blood vampire magic, this alien space was collapsing violently, and a large amount of matter was squeezed back into the original world.

"careful!"

Jiguo Yuanyi stood in front of Doraemon and slashed the building that was pressing in with his sword. "This place is about to collapse."

"Let's go quickly."

Doraemon took out the time-space converter again and activated it without adjusting the range in detail. Suddenly, a large number of buildings in the Infinite City were transferred to the real world along with them.

boom--

The huge glass floor fell with everyone in front of Tsugukuni Yoshiichi's house. Doraemon quickly hugged the child in his arms, but thanks to the protection of the pillars, they were unharmed and not a single piece of glass hit their heads.

"Master Yunichi!"

When Xiaoshi and Tanjiro heard the sound, they hurried out of the house and looked at the people in front of them with concern.

"Do not worry."

Ji Guoyuan smiled and comforted his wife, saying, "I'm fine."

"Great."

Xiao Shi breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're okay."

Doraemon finally breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted down, looked at the child in front of him and asked, "By the way, where is your home? I'll take you back."

"it is good."

The child nodded quickly, then reluctantly said an address, "But, Lord Buddha, what should we do if evil spirits appear again in the future?"

"Do not worry."

Doraemon gently rubbed his head and said, "Soon there will be no more evil spirits in this world. I promise you will never encounter that kind of monster again for the rest of your life."

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Buddha!"