Chapter 1095

"Since taking refuge in the Sangha, I wish all living beings to govern the public, and everything will be free from hindrance."

The waves "sanded" against the beach, mixed with the unhurried sound of chanting Buddha.

"Since taking refuge in the Buddha, we should wish all living beings to understand the Dao and develop the supreme mind."

Under the torii gate closest to the land, a tall, thin old man with stubble and white hair sat cross-legged facing the sea.

"Self-refuge to the law, I wish all living beings to go deep into the scriptures and have wisdom like the sea."

He folded his hands reverently in front of his chest, murmured Buddhist scriptures, and a look of pain flashed between his brows from time to time.

Despite the wind and the sun, fine sand and salt particles all over his body, the old man remains motionless, like a reef that has not changed for thousands of years.

"The eminent monk practiced penance here for several months, chanted scriptures and chanted Buddha all day long, and never slacked off for a moment, which is really admirable to us."

A middle-aged priest in white hunting clothes slowly came to his side and gently put down a large bowl full of fresh vegetables and rice.

"I have troubled your company for several months, and Matsumoto Yinci has nothing to repay."

Picking up the rice bowl bluntly, the old man plucked it into his mouth without manners.

"I am not some eminent monk, but a person who worshiped Buddhism before his death and wholeheartedly forgave sins."

Even if Abeji Temple is here, I'm afraid they won't be able to recognize that this wrinkled old man with white beard and hair is actually the "Thousands of Thousands Kill Silver" who has disappeared for more than half a year.

"It's just a few bowls of rough tea and light rice. It's not a nuisance, and I don't ask for anything in return."

Hearing him speak, the priest raised his eyebrows in surprise.

A few months ago, this old "monk" suddenly appeared near the Watadome Shrine, lived in a reef cave, and chanted Buddha by the sea day and night, ignoring worldly affairs.

The people of Tsushima Island are simple and honest, and the priests who have always been kind to others not only did not drive them away, but silently delivered three meals a day.

But the two have lived in peace for several months, and this is the first time the other party has spoken to each other.

"However, if chanting scriptures to forgive sins... Japan is so big, and there are countless ancient temples and blue lanterns, why did the eminent monk choose the remote place of Tsushima Island?"

There was an abyss of vicissitudes and indifference hidden in this old "monk" in scanty clothes, which made the priest always curious about his experience.

"Because, I was here and killed many people."

"Pfft, Master was joking..."

Hearing his answer, the priest couldn't help but smile: "I grew up in a shrine since I was a child. In recent decades, even thefts have been rare in Tsushima Island, and there has never been a homicide."

"People with family members, people with children, people with marriage contracts, people with dogs, people with dreams...all of them were ended by me here."

After licking the last grain of rice in the bowl cherishingly, Matsumoto Ginji glanced at the two long strips wrapped in cloth, and then looked at the long and narrow sandy beach in front of him.

"It's only me who can live to this day by taking their lives. I am not qualified to end my own life myself."

I remember, a certain boy whose head was beheaded by him at the end of the beach seemed to have said so.

"So, I will use the little time left to repent as much as I can."

Ignoring the bewildered priest beside him, Matsumoto Ginji clasped his hands together and recited the Buddhist scriptures again.

Different from what the priest around him saw, in his vicissitudes of eyes, the beach and waves in front of him had already been stained red with blood...

Countless death-like heads densely surrounded Matsumoto Ginji's side, ferociously gnawing at his burnt body.

"Um?"

Just as the beach became quiet again, above the fifth torii gate at the farthest end of the sea, the space blurred and distorted for a while...

Then, a young man with his upper body naked appeared from the broken space and fell towards the sea.

"Save people."

Before the priest could react, Matsumoto Ginji had already run across the beach at a speed that didn't match his age, and jumped straight into the sea.

Swimming between the raging "blood sea" and the "human head", he quickly reached the farthest torii gate.

"you…"

Strangely, the young man didn't plunge headlong into the sea as expected, but instead sat firmly cross-legged on the surface of the sea.

There was no expression on the resolute face, and the empty eyes reflected the blue sea indifferently.

"I…"

Stepping on the cornerstone under the torii gate, Matsumoto Ginji wanted to stretch out his hand to pull the opponent back, but his outstretched arm suddenly froze.

Because, before touching this young man, the scorching karmic fire in his body has been quietly extinguished.

In the eyes of millions of dead bodies, evil spirits everywhere, and **** waves, the world has returned to the tranquility under the blue sky and white clouds.

"Amitabha…"

At this moment, he noticed that there was a crystal clear white light looming on the young man's body surface, isolating the sea breeze, sunlight and waves outside.

"Sinner Matsumoto Ginji, thank you for your kindness."

Not daring to act rashly, Matsumoto Ginji put his palms together under the torii in the sea, and knelt down to the young man sitting on the sea.

…

Twelve hours later.

As night falls, the moonlight quietly falls on the sea, reflecting the stars all over the sky.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

In the inner bay of Tsushima Island, which is inaccessible on weekdays, several military helicopters hovered over it.

On the sea below, several snow-white coast guard double-track ships have sealed the waterway to the sea airtight.

The farthest gray sea torii gate of Hetadome Shrine is like daylight under the focus of searchlights.

"Ms. Araki...Ms. Araki..."

Below the torii gate, Yumasumi, a little bird in a red and white shrine maiden costume, is standing on the reef.

Not far in front of her, Sousuke Araki, who was shirtless, looked unprecedentedly "snow-skinned and condensed" under the bright light.

The pitch-black runes tattooed all over his body, and the angry-eyed Bodhisattva on his back, all disappeared at this moment.

"In the name of Chicheng Jiming, the darkness in front of me will pass away."

The burning talisman was like a butterfly~lightnovelpub.net~dancing along the sea breeze, it landed lightly on Araki Sousuke's shoulder, and shattered into dots of fluorescent light.

"No, the 'purification' spell doesn't respond either..."

He didn't respond to the soft and worrying call of the little bird You Mayumi, who was close at hand, and sat on the sea with his eyes wide open and expressionless, like a stone Buddha.

"How can you wake up people with your volume?! Let me..."

On the side of the double track boat, Mochizuki Ayano, wearing a nautical cap, struggled to climb onto the side of the boat, took out a small loudspeaker and pointed it at someone: "Sousuke Araki... big slob... get up... get up... get up!"

The girl's high-pitched and resonant voice echoed in the bay, startling a large number of seagulls.

But Sousuke Araki, who was at the front line of the sound wave impact, still did not respond.

"Miss Hanyu, Mrs. Araki's condition is very strange, it's not the same as the previous "sickness"..."

Shrinking his neck in the slightly cold sea breeze at night, Yuma Yuma looked at Mai Hanyu on the other side of the deck for help: "How about finding a way to bring him back first?"

(end of this chapter)