"If you take refuge in the Sangha, you should wish all living beings to rule the masses, and everything will be free of obstacles."

The waves slapped the beach "sand", mixed with the sound of chanting Buddha slowly.

"If you take refuge in the Buddha yourself, you should wish all living beings to understand the Dao and develop the supreme mind."

Below the torii gate closest to the land, a tall, thin old man with gray stubble was sitting cross-legged facing the sea.

"If you take refuge in the Dharma, you should wish all sentient beings to go deep into the scriptures and treasures, and their wisdom is like the sea."

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

Despite the wind and the sun, and the fine sand and salt all over his body, the old man still stands still, like a rock that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"The eminent monks practiced hardship here for several months, reciting sutras and chanting Buddhas all day, without a moment's slack. I really admire them."

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

"Matsumoto Yinji has nothing in return for disturbing your company for several months."

He picked up his rice bowl rudely, and the old man plucked it into his mouth without any manners.

"I'm not an eminent monk, but a man who worshipped Buddhism before he died and was bent on forgiving his sins."

Even if Abe Temple is here, I'm afraid it won't be able to recognize this old man with all the wrinkles on his face and white hair and beard.

"A few bowls of rough tea and light rice are nothing more than harassment, and I don't ask for anything in return."

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

A few months ago, this very old "monk" suddenly appeared near the Watadumei Shrine and lived in a reef cave.

Tsushima has simple folk customs, and the priest, who has always been kind to people, not only never drove him away, but instead served three meals silently every day.

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

"However, if you recite the scriptures to forgive sins... Japan is so big, and there are so many green lanterns in ancient temples, why did the eminent monks choose the remote place of Tsushima Island?"

There is an abyss of vicissitudes and indifference hidden in this scantily clad aged "monk", which made this priest always curious about his experience.

"Because, I was here and killed a lot of people."

"Pfft, the master is joking..."

Hearing his answer, the priest couldn't help but smile: "Xia grew up in a shrine since childhood, even thefts have been rare in Tsushima in recent decades, let alone a fatal case."

"People with families, people with children, people with marriage contracts, people with dogs, people with dreams... I am here to end their lives."

After licking up the last grain of rice in the bowl, Matsumoto Ginji glanced over the two long strips wrapped in cloth on his side, and then looked at the long and narrow beach in front of him.

"Only me, who took their lives, can live until now, and I am not qualified to end my own life by myself."

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

"So, I will use the little time I have left to do my best to repent."

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

Different from what the priest next to him saw, in his vicissitudes of life, the beach and waves in front of him were already dyed red with blood...

Countless tragically dead heads were densely surrounded by Matsumoto Ginji's side, gnawing at his karmic fire-burning body.

"Um?"

Just when the beach was quiet again, above the fifth torii gate at the far end of the sea, the space was blurred and distorted...

Then, a young man with a naked upper body appeared from the shattered space and fell toward the sea.

"Save people."

Before the priest could react, Matsumoto Ginji had already dashed across the beach at a speed that did not match his age, and jumped straight into the sea.

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

"you…"

Strangely enough, the young man did not plunge into the sea as expected, but instead sat on the sea with his knees stably.

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

"I…"

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

Because, before he touched this young man, the burning karmic fire in his body has quietly extinguished.

In the eyes of the world with millions of corpses, evil ghosts everywhere, and **** waves, the world has returned to the peace under the blue sky and white clouds.

"Amitabha..."

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

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

Not daring to act rashly, Matsumoto Ginji folded his hands under the torii gate in the sea and knelt down to the young man sitting on the sea.

…

Twelve hours later.

As night fell, the moonlight quietly fell on the sea, reflecting the starry river in the sky.

"Buzzing buzzing..."

In the Inner Bay of Tsushima Island, which is rarely visited on weekdays, several military helicopters hovered above.

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

The farthest gray torii gate in the sea at the Tatomi Shrine looks like daytime under the spotlight of the searchlight.

"Master Araki... Teacher Araki..."

Below the torii gate, Yuma Yuma, a little bird in a red and white witch costume, is standing on the reef.

Not far in front of her, Sosuke Araki, who was shirtless, looked like an unprecedented "snow-skinned muscle" under the bright light.

The jet-black runes that had been tattooed all over his body, and the Angry-eyed Bodhisattva on his back had all disappeared at this moment.

"In the name of Akagi Hime, the darkness in front of you will pass away."

The burning talisman paper is like a butterfly, dancing along the sea breeze, gently falling on Sousuke Araki's shoulders, shattering into tiny bits of fluorescent light.

"No, the 'Purification' spell doesn't have any response either..."

He did not respond to the soft and worried call of Yumako, who was close at hand, and sat on the sea with round eyes and expressionless face, like a stone Buddha.

"How can you wake people up at this volume?! Let me come..."

Ayano Mochizuki, who was wearing a sailing cap on the twin-track boat beside him, struggled to get on the side of the boat, took out a small loudspeaker and pointed it at someone: "Sousuke Araki... big lazy... get up... get up... get up!"

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

But Sousuke Araki, who was on the front line of the sonic shock, remained unresponsive.

"Hanyu-san, Araki-sensei's condition is very wrong. It's not the same as the previous 'sickness'..."

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

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