My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet - Chapter 204

The old monk did not speak, but looked at the two apprentices with a smile on his face.

“Humph!”

After a while, Monk Kongning snorted heavily, and said as if he had been wronged in some way: “I’ve been ugly since I was a kid.”

Kongwu glanced at him, hooked nose, mung bean eyes, and acne marks all over his face, which looked like ripples on the lake on a rainy day.

“It’s really ugly.”

“Shut up!” Monk Kong Ning jumped up from the futon as if he was stabbed by a needle, “How ugly you look? Have you eaten your rice when you look ugly?”

Wu Wu was very puzzled, and asked: “I really didn’t eat my rice when I was ugly, but would I open Rashomon when I was ugly?”

Having said that, there is no need for Monk Kongning to hide and tuck him. He stood up from the futon and said to Wuwu: “For these years, I am practicing while you are eating, and I am practicing while you are sleeping. , When you were practicing, I was still practicing. You told me, in terms of strength and the study of Buddhism, do you compare to me?”

Replied empty and honestly: “Senior brother is naturally better.”

“Yes, everything is better for me!” Kongning yelled and said grimly: “Then tell me, why do you want to pass the position of the abbot to you?”

“Yes, why did you pass it to me?” Wu Wu was also puzzled, looking at the old monk.

The old monk touched his big golden chain and said peacefully: “The position of the abbot represents the overall image of the Kinkakuji Temple. Although the cultivation level is a factor to consider, it is not all. Kong Ning, although your cultivation level is very good Yes, but it is not enough. After all, our Kinkakuji Temple is known as the most beautiful temple in the world…”

The words are very tactful.

But that’s what it means.

You are ugly, and being a teacher is afraid of damaging the image of our Kinkakuji.

Monk Kongning felt that his throat was sweet at the time, and he was almost injured internally by anger.

Then, the old monk looked at Wuwu again and smiled with a benevolent eyebrow: “Even though Wuwu came in late, his Dharma practice is still unstable, and his personality is relatively lazy. However, he has a good understanding and popularity, enough to attract gold. Since the emergence of Wuwu. The number of female pilgrims in our temple has increased by no less than five times over the years, and revenue is gradually rising. With money and people, we can better promote the Dharma, which is very comforting for the teacher.”

Wuwu showed a suddenly enlightened expression: “Master’s words are very reasonable, so it seems that Senior Brother is indeed inappropriate.”

“You two shut up!” Monk Kongning jumped a few times like a cat with its tail stepped on. He pointed his finger at Wu Wu’s face and asked sharply: “What about handsome? Isn’t it handsome? Can it exorcise evil?”

“Brother, you are wrong.” Kong Wu shook his head and sighed slightly. “I know someone who exorcises evil by being handsome, and his name is Fujiwara Stars.”

“Enough!” Monk Kongning looked gloomy, “I’m fed up with this kind of days, starting today, I will be the speaker of the Kinkakuji Temple!”

After speaking, he quickly fetched a black flag from his arms and threw it into the air. The flag burst into a cloud of black mist. The black mist rolled and tumbling, spreading outwards at a very fast speed, and the entire room was swept away in the blink of an eye. Shrouded in it.

In the black mist, the screaming sound of the resentful spirit faintly came.

“Master.” The monk Kongwu folded his hands together, “I can’t beat him, it’s up to you to do it.”

The old monk stood still, and said compassionately towards the black fog: “You are killing innocents and committing various karma for your own selfish desires. It is better to let you be a teacher, eliminate the karma, or die in bliss…”

“Stop talking nonsense, it’s either you die today or I can’t get home!”

The old monk touched the big golden chain and said in disappointment: “Do you really want to let you be a teacher?”

“I have practiced this trick for 20 years. It is specially used to restrain the Buddha and Taoist incantation. The old monk will die!” A sharp voice came from the black mist.

The old monk sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and finally asked: “The poor monk will ask you one more question, will you let the poor monk save you?”

There was no sound from the black mist, but it rolled more violently, and a black claw condensed from evil spirits rushed towards him.

“Since I specialize in Buddhist Taoist spells, I will teach you something else as a teacher.”

With a pair of fists, the old monk threw himself up

Bang…

Soon, the first fist and claws crossed, and a sound almost came from the black mist: “Old fellow, you are so strong.”

Monk Kongning turned his mind, and dig a claw on the old monk’s ribs.

laugh…

A sharp claw, but no **** light, only two layers of clothes were torn.

Several red marks appeared under the ribs of the old monk.

“It’s thick skin.”

Monk Kongning was shocked and hurriedly backed away.

The old monk did not let him go. He chased him with a stride and punched again!

The fist wind is fierce, mixed with the sharp breaking wind, it is really terrible.

boom! boom! boom!

The old monk did not cast spells, only relying on his physical body to firmly suppress the black mist of Kongning’s incarnation, with fists and claws, the picture is extremely impactful!

Kong Ning was beaten back and forth again and again, unable to parry.

The emptiness sitting firmly on the futon was just a ping-pong sound in Yili, and the old monk’s cursing.

“I bother!”

“Just do you want to play with Laozi?”

“You don’t want to think about it before you do it. If I don’t have the ability, can I be the abbot!”

“Remember, if I accompany you, you have to laugh, and if I give you a face, you have to ask for it!”

After a fat beating of sparks and lightning, the black mist that filled the room dissipated.

Monk Kongning squatted on the ground with his head trembling all over.

The old monk put down his sleeves, arranged his appearance a little, then folded his hands together, and said kindly: “Kong Ning, are you willing to listen to the old… teacher’s words now?”

Monk Kong Ning raised the swollen face and nodded desperately.

Without a moment of emotion, I secretly warned myself: young people, you will definitely make mistakes, and you can rein in the cliff and be saved. You see that the brother was beaten by the master, and he doesn’t even recognize his mother.

The old monk bends down, puts it on the futon, just about to talk.

Kongning suddenly backhanded out a jade card and squeezed it hard.

A burst of blood came out, wrapping him up.

In a short time, the whole room was filled with scarlet blood mist, and his brows were frowned. His nasal cavity was filled with a thick **** smell, which was disgusting.

In the red blood mist, there were faces of emptiness and fear floating, they struggled and wailed, but they would never be able to break free from the blood mist that trapped their souls.

How many people have to be killed in order to have such a big evil spirit?

The monk Kongwu closed his eyes and meditated silently “The Mantra of Death”.

“Nothing.” The old monk stood up from the futon.

“master?”

“As a teacher, I will teach you the last lesson today.”

“Look up!” The old monk yelled, and suddenly tore off the bronzing robe on his body, his naked upper body was entrenched with a lifelike dragon tattoo!

Although he is closing his eyes, there is already a deterrent in his body.

“Master…” Kong Wu thought of something, looking anxious.

“Nothing, the last lesson to teach you as a teacher is…” The old monk slowly opened his eyes, with a trace of awe-inspiring expression on his face, “There is a Buddha in his heart, I am afraid it will be a dick!”

The light of Buddha flooded from the body of the old monk, and in the bright light, nothing but a faintly swaying light.

Under this grand and solemn Buddha light, the faint light seemed so fragile. Like the soul of a candle in the wind, it flickers on and off at the last moment of life.

Monk Kongwu stood still, staring blankly at the tiny light. He wanted to stretch out his hand to cover the light tightly and guard it.

But when he stretched out his hand, the sky full of Buddha’s light disappeared, the blood mist disappeared, the candlelight disappeared, and only an unhumanly old monk was left lying on the beige floor.

He asked: “Nothing, how did you perform as a teacher?”

No answer: “Very handsome.”

“Want to learn?”

“miss you.”

“Stretch your hand over.”

I stretched it out without a hand, the old monk held it, and passed the hundred-year-old Buddhism from the palm of his hand, and the inheritance of the Kinkakuji also began to be handed over at this moment.

“Nothing, what about the tattoos as a teacher?”

No answer: “Very domineering.”

“Want to learn?”

“miss you.”

“I will give it to you together.”

“By the way, Master, what is this move called?”

“King Kong is not bad for boy skills.”

Nothing: “???”

The old monk smiled weakly, “Actually, as a teacher, just like you, I have only tasted the saltiness for so many years.”

After speaking, he pulled his hand back and yawned, “Go ahead, do what you should do. I’m sleepy for the teacher, who would like someone to sleep.”

“Goodbye, master.”

The sound of footsteps gradually left, and the quiet meditation room seemed a bit deserted.

The old monk stared at the gleaming dust floating in this quiet space. He slowly stretched out his hand, but couldn’t touch anything.

After a while, realizing that he had only one last breath left, the old monk tried hard to climb to the window.

The bright green leaves outside the window are swaying in the wind, the sun is shining on the top of the Kinkakuji Temple, and the adjacent lake reflects a magnificent splendor. This is the Kinkakuji Temple, the most beautiful temple in the world.

“Nothing…”

On the other side of the lake, the little monk in white stopped walking and turned his head. Someone in the temple was shouting, “Remember, don’t be like a teacher and be a virgin until you die!”

The bright sunlight illuminates the Kinkakuji Temple like brilliant gold, and the surrounding treetops are full of fresh greenery. When a gust of wind blows, there is a sound of rustling waves.

Monk Kongwu rubbed his eye sockets, cleared up his mood, and started again.

The gravel path is covered with mottled light spots, like the most natural carpet. This carpet will follow him to a future where there is only one person.

On the afternoon of August 14, Monk Kongwu came to Luoshengmen.

He looked at the lead-grey bird hovering over the ancient city gate. Its body was infinitely close to transparency, and it would dissipate in the air in about a few hours.

At that moment, it means the death of Gu Huo bird and the death of Fujiwara Star.

“I’m sorry, I’m late.” Monk Kongwu said, sitting cross-legged in the sun, reciting the “Death Mantra” over and over again.

Until the sky turned dark, and when it started to rain, when the little bird flapped its wings and flew towards the sky before disappearing, Wu Wu stood up and walked towards the ancient city gate in the night.

The rain surrounded Rashomon. From far and near, all I heard was the sound of rain. On the slanting eaves at the top of the doorpost, the rain fell, forming a curtain of rain.

It was the midsummer season, but this area was full of damp suffocation, as if walking in Hokkaido in the cold winter season.

Wuwu sneezed and walked on the stone steps leading to the gate tower. The cold wind slapped him unceremoniously. The crickets on the scarlet pillars were long gone.

“Om Mani Padme Hum”

A scroll was lit to be used as a lighting tool, walking empty on the stairs leading to the tower, swaying and moving firelight, the corridor covered with spider webs, and the tip of the nose was filled with a strong smell of carrion.

Wu Wu held his nose and went up to the tower. He came in and kept his pace steady, and glanced inside.

As in the rumors, the corpses on Rashomon’s tower were everywhere, and all the corpses where the fire could shine. Some have just rotted, some are still fresh, and some have only a pile of skeletons; some are wearing clothes, some are not covered, some have their arms stretched out, and some have their mouths wide open. Lie down.

The dim firelight moved, Wu Wu came to the edge of the tower, and took a look outside the Luosheng Gate. The vision was dark, quiet, silent like a mute.

However, this is not the case.

Wuwu threw down the lighted scroll, and where the light reached, there were rows of hideous evil spirits. They quietly lurked outside the door, hid their fangs, and suppressed their murderous intentions.

As soon as the city gate opens, they will rush into Rashomon, into the kindness, justice, and order, exhausting their power and destroying them.

Wu Wu walked almost to the middle of the city gate again, and suddenly, he stopped, holding his breath and staring at the witch standing on the protruding stone above the city wall.

In white clothes and red trousers, her black hair is tied with a white ribbon. She stands in the rain, looking at the direction of the lead-grey bird leaving, and looks motionless, giving the feeling of being with those lying in the tower. The corpse, there is no difference.

“Amitabha Buddha.” Kongwu put his hands together and said, “Miss Xia Xi, please be sorry.”

The witch turned her head in the rain and saw nothing. Although she had the most beautiful face in the world, her eyes were extremely hollow and lifeless. It was as if she had only this body left, and the soul inside had died together with the disappearance of the little bird.

“You…” Xia Xilin opened her mouth, her voice as jerky as a machine. She pointed to the resurrected corpses on the tower, and said, “You stop them, and leave the rest to me.”

The monk Kongwu replied, “Leave it to me. After all, this is the disaster caused by our Kinkakuji.”

“No.” Xia Xilin shook her head, and said in an irresistible tone: “This is what he did for me.”

After speaking, she closed her eyes and opened her arms, standing upright.

In the dark rainy night, the white light suddenly flourished, and a powerful holy power burst out of her body and enveloped the entire Rashomon.

Xia Xilin’s body suddenly shook, and a sharp red object penetrated from her chest, peeling away from her body little by little at a very slow speed.

That is… the eight-foot gou jade, one of the three magical tools.

Monk Kongwu trembled all over, and even his breathing was a little unsmooth.

I have not known much about Xia Xilin’s rumors. Before Xia Xilin was born, Bachi Gouyu was already melted into her flesh and blood, almost as a part of her body.

Now that she wants to pull out the Ba Chi Gouyu, it is tantamount to abruptly pulling out a bone from her body…

Moreover, looking at the speed at which the eight-foot Gouyu peeled off, I am afraid she would have to continue to endure this kind of heartache for one to two hours…

Monk Kongwu forced his eyes away. He gritted his teeth and controlled his mind. After taking a deep breath, he turned to face the corpse coming here.

Affected by the movement here, the corpses seemed to be dragged by a thread, and with the action, their bodies swelled up as if they were inflated.

With a hideous face, raised eyes, and a broken body, the corpse that looked ugly became extremely squalid.

“Om Mani Padme Hum”

The six-character mantra is now.

A scroll exploded in front of him, and several naked female corpses exploded directly, shattered into powder, and black blood flowed to the ground in an instant.

But more corpses rushed like crazy, and the brutal fighting continued.

Monk Kongwu used a scroll to prop up an enchantment in front of Xia Xilin, and he was blocking the enchantment. The scroll was thrown away without money, and occasionally there were corpses that rushed to him, relying on the instinctive demand for blood. They swarmed up one by one, biting and kicking at the Void Monk, doing everything they could.

“Return to fate, original birthless, Tathagata; Great vow, nothingness, nothingness, Tathagata! 』

In an instant, there was a loud bang above the tower, and as a scroll exploded, a golden Buddha statue burning with Buddha fire shot out from it, rushing towards the group of corpses all the way. Thirty or forty corpses were the first to bear the brunt, and they were directly split to the ground and burned into coke.

Taking advantage of this short gap, Monk Kongwu looked back at the witch behind him, her face was peaceful, without a trace of strangeness, shrouded in white light.

But the corner of the monk’s eyes twitched. He knew that no one in this world could bear the pain she was enduring at this time.

He took a deep breath, turned his head, and built the strongest barrier for her.

As time passed bit by bit, the battle became more and more tragic, the air was full of disgusting blood, and the **** tower had completely turned into a real hell.

Xia Xilin kept her eyes closed and her expression was extremely calm. Only her frowning eyebrows, twitching corners of her mouth, and constantly trembling fingertips could peek into her current feelings.

The red gou jade on her chest was peeled out little by little, and every time she moved a little bit, her nerves were affected. It lasted for more than an hour without interruption, and the whole person was tortured to be numb.

When she was in a daze, she was thinking, where did that gray bird take the Fujiwara starry sky?

Are you doing well in that world, are you still loved by people, and are you sleeping soundly?

I hope you will not have painful nightmares.

There are a lot of things I want to say to you, I don’t want to act like a baby, I just want you to know what I’m thinking.

Ever since you disappeared, I feel uninterested no matter what I do. I hope to see you again, chat together, and listen to you using different metaphors to say that you like me.

If possible, I thought of looking for you in the world you are in. The longer I can stay with you, the better. But it seems to be just an extravagant hope. It would be great if two people walked side by side as before. I only have this requirement, right?

Can you hear it?

The bachigou jade was completely stripped out, suspended in the sky above the tower, exuding a holy white light.

Xia Xilin opened her eyes in the white light, and her body, like an lisianthus flower that was smashed by the wind, fell into the dark abyss.

“Miss Xia Xi!”

Suddenly, Monk Kongwu let out a sorrowful roar, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed directly onto the scroll in front of him.

The scroll blasted open, and he quickly approached by the shock wave generated by the explosion, and when Xia Xilin was about to fall outside the Rashomon, he grabbed her arm.

Immediately afterwards, he exhausted the last bit of strength in his whole body, stomped heavily on the soles of his feet, and led Xia Xilin to the tower inside the Rashomon gate.

On the tower, the eight-foot-gou jade with endless aura of peace and holiness broke through the air with that majestic power, and came across the long river of years. The white light illuminates the sky and shrouds this thousand-year-old city gate.

All the darkness turned to ashes in the white light.

August 14th, evening.

Rashomon, who had been hidden for thousands of years, was once again sealed.

August 15.

Fujiwara Starry sky still did not return.

Everyone understood one thing, he could never come back.