Chapter 1100 Prayer

Just as people were watching the "unpublished video" broadcast in the program intently and silently, the screen changed again...

A giant black Buddha with three heads and six arms and burning talismans sat cross-legged above the lightless Tokyo like a floating island.

Numerous fuzzy gray shadows sprang out of the building like cockroaches, and disappeared under the descending of the Buddha's shadow.

"Ghost Rider... Herama Black Buddha... Indescribable World Honored One, and even other titles..."

Although since the Obon Festival, there have been rumors or blurred shadows on the Internet about "Hirayama Black Buddha", "Indescribable World Honored One", "Hokkaido Golden Buddha"...

But it was the first time that this gigantic Buddha, swallowing mountains and rivers and burning with the flame of extinction, appeared in front of the world with a clear appearance.

"In short, whether it happened in front of our eyes or in the dark, the 'hidden energy field disasters' were silently quelled by this one, in exchange for the current peace and tranquility. 』

This dark and thick figure seemed to contain the warmth of the sun, dispelling the severe cold brought by those "unpublished images" just now.

There is no need for Oida Moto to go into details, just looking at the six familiar black arms, the audience also knows who this black Buddha came from.

"However, since yesterday, we have lost sight of the Ghost Rider..."

Then, Moto Oida changed the subject and said something heart-stopping.

"Although I don't know where he is now and what situation he is in, I believe that he must be fighting silently to protect us..."

After straightening his robe, he put his hands together in front of his chest, and lowered his head reverently: "Next, I, Moto Oida, hereby appeal in the name of the president of the 'Unnameable World Honored Support Association'..."

"Every audience watching the show, please join me in praying for the safe return of Ghost Rider. 』

"I believe that our sincerity, enthusiasm and gratitude will definitely be passed on to him, and this is the only thing we can do for him now. 』

The "unpublished scene" in the program also finished playing at this time, and it was fixed on the majestic back of the black Buddha.

…

In the boundless white light, Araki Sosuke stood expressionlessly.

"Teacher Araki."

A slender girl in white and red hakama quietly appeared.

"Who are you…"

"I... am Yumaumi Kotori... your lover..."

With a delicate body as soft as water, he hugged him behind him, bringing warmth like the sun.

"I…"

"As for you, who are you...Let's all come together and tell you."

The white light is like fog, surging like water, quietly changing into blurred figures...

"Sousuke Araki, you idiot, wake me up quickly, it really makes people... so worried!"

The girl in police uniform with blond hair and blue eyes danced her little fist with a blushing face.

"Hmph, sleeper, you owe me a debt, and you have to work until you are 60 years old to pay off the debt with interest. Now is not the time to sleep."

The tall woman in a white robe put her arms around Wei'an's chest and spoke word by word.

"Hey, Araki-kun, just pretend to be asleep if you disagree with me, and leave me alone as a cow and a horse for my elder sister, and I will die from overwork."

The short and fat man who kept typing on the laptop passed his resentful gaze through the reflective glasses: "Ahem, if you don't get up quickly, I will take care of the dozens of T's of 'study materials' you have stored in my server." It's time to make it public..."

"Zongjie, you worry-free kid, give me a call no matter if you have anything to do, brother, I haven't been to the red-light district for two days in a hurry."

The greasy-faced police officer with a haggard face and wrinkled uniform handed him a cigarette.

"Senior, you must be safe and sound... If there is something wrong with senior... I also... woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"

A strong man with a square face hugged his thigh and wept bitterly, his sadness turned into a bark of unknown meaning.

"Tsk, is it just this ability? It doesn't matter, anyway, I have already won you..."

The handsome young man with the empty left sleeve pulled out a volume of magazines from the double knives at his waist, and smiled as lonely as snow: "Just now, the latest issue of "Super Familiar" has been released...and I have already finished reading it."

"Damn it, I'm clearly active with all my heart and soul, why does everyone only remember you... Could it be that Er Qi doesn't deserve to have a name..."

The middle-parted boy in the special suit threw the helmet in his hand angrily: "You **** who borrowed such a large pile of game cassettes and didn't return them, and messed up the save file, come back and explain it to me!"

"All dharmas are empty and empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing..."

The charming monk, who looks like mountains horizontally and peaks vertically, clasped his hands together and saluted slowly: "Junior Brother Zongjie, I and all my brothers, nephews and grandchildren are waiting for your return in the temple, and we will go to the Buddhist avenue together."

"Amitabha…"

"We wait for His Majesty's return."

Behind him, the "bulbs" glowed with each other under the white light, like the fill light on the set.

"He who persists in righteousness will find life; whoever pursues evil will die."

"The righteous shall inherit the earth, and dwell on it forever."

The black priest lying on the hospital bed, and the red-haired nun sitting on the side, clasped their hands on their chests and prayed devoutly with their eyes closed.

"Brother Araki, you clearly promised that if you want to lead the team to race the Tokyo high-speed circle again, you must abide by the agreement!"

"By the way, the last time I called, I clearly said that I made a lot of money. I want to buy a four-wheeled steel cannon, and I want to invite us to a custom izakaya!"

"Also, the last A5 Wagyu feast!"

The masked men in special attack suits flew past with the roaring traffic.

"Araki-kun, wake up quickly... The stock of the old man's 'Spirit Removing Secret Liquid' is running out, and I'm still waiting for you to come back to replenish it..."

The Mediterranean-eyed man with thinning hair opened a thick box of "Fukuzawa Yukichi" with a smile on his face: "I know, it's a hand-made high-density high-quality product, and the price is negotiable."

"Boy Araki, it's not time to let go of the fishing rod yet~lightnovelpub.net~ A thin old Taoist with a wooden sword on his back and a compass in his hand...

"Amitabha, we are willing to be the Tanyue of a Buddha for the Venerable, to eliminate evil ways and protect the righteous Dharma, so that no external demons can gain their convenience."

Sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​trees, the middle-aged monk with folded hands...

"Songsuke..."

"Ghost Rider..."

"Pingjian Black Buddha..."

"The Nameless World Honored One..."

Faces that have been seen, have not been seen, are familiar, and are unfamiliar, flashed like a revolving lantern in Araki Sosuke's white pupils.

Countless calls surged in my ears like ocean waves.

"who are you…"

"Who am I…"

"Why... I can't remember..."

Araki Sousuke's stiff facial muscles twitched slightly, but he couldn't express a complete expression.

(end of this chapter)