Just as people watched the "unpublished video" played in the program intently and silently, the picture turned again...

A black giant Buddha with three heads and six arms and a burning talisman, sits crossed over the dull Tokyo like a floating island.

Countless vague gray shadows sprang out of the building like cockroaches, and ashes descended upon the Buddha's shadow.

"Ghost-faced knight...Black Buddha in the flat...the indescribable World Honored One, or even another title..."

Although since the Obon Festival, rumors or vague shadows about the "Black Buddha of Pingjian", "The Unspeakable World Honored One", and "Golden Buddha of Hokkaido" have been buzzing on the Internet...

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

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

This dark and thick figure seems to contain the warmth of the sun, dispelling the severe cold brought by the "unpublished images" just now.

Without further elaboration by Oida Moto, just looking at the six familiar black arms, the audience also knew who this black Buddha came from.

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

Then, Oida Moton changed the conversation and said something heart-pounding.

"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 robes, he folded his hands in front of his chest and bowed his head reverently: "Next, I, Oida Yuan, hereby appeal in the name of the president of the "Unspeakable World Honored Support Association"..."

"Everyone 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The "unpublished picture" in the program also happened to finish playing at this time, and it was fixed on the majestic back of the black Buddha.

…

In the boundless white light, Araki Sect interface stood expressionlessly.

"Master Araki."

The slender girl in white clothes and red hakama quietly appeared.

"You are…"

"I...I'm Yumayuki Kotori...I'm your lover..."

The delicate body that was as soft as water hugged him from behind, bringing the warmth of the sun.

"I…"

"As for you, who... Let everyone come together and tell you."

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

"Sousuke Araki, you idiot, wake me up quickly, it's really... worrying to death!"

The girl in police uniform with blue eyes and blond hair danced her fists 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. Now is not the time to sleep."

A tall and slender woman in a white robe, wrapped her arms around Wei An's chest, and said word by word.

"Hey, Araki-kun, if you don't agree, just pretend to sleep, and leave me alone to be a cow and a horse for the old sister, I will die of overwork."

The chunky man who kept beating with his laptop, passed his resentful eyes through his reflective glasses: "Cough, if you don't get up quickly, the dozens of T's of 'study materials' you have stored in my server, I It's about to be made public..."

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

With a haggard face, the oil-headed police officer in his wrinkled uniform handed him a cigarette.

"Senior, you must be safe and sound... If there is something wrong with senior... Me too... woo woo woo woo woo!"

The strong man with the national character face hugged his thigh and wept bitterly, the sadness turned into a bark of unknown meaning.

"Tsk, is that all you can do? It doesn't matter, anyway, I have already defeated you..."

The beautiful young man with an empty left sleeve pulled out a roll of magazines from the double knives around his waist, and smiled lonely like snow: "Just now, the latest issue of "Super Familiar" has been released... and I have already read it."

"Damn it, I'm also doing my best to be active, why everyone only remembers you... Don't Erqi deserve to have a name..."

The mid-separated boy in the special camera uniform slammed the helmet in his hand angrily: "The **** who borrowed so many game cassettes and didn't return them, and made a mess of the save file, come back and explain it to me!"

"The emptiness of all dharmas is neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increase nor decrease..."

The handsome monk, who is charming and looks like a ridge and a vertical peak, put his hands together and bowed slowly: "Junior Brother Zongjie, my brothers and sisters and nephews and I are waiting for your return in the temple, and we will go to the Buddhist avenue together."

"Amitabha…"

"We, wait for the return of the Venerable."

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

"He who perseveres in righteousness shall have life; he who pursues evil shall result in death."

"The righteous shall inherit the land and dwell in it forever."

The black priest lying in the hospital bed, and the red-haired nun sitting aside, clasped their hands in front of their chests and closed their eyes in prayer.

"Brother Araki, you clearly promised that if you want to lead the team to ride the Tokyo high-speed lap again, you have to abide by the agreement!"

"By the way, the last call made it clear that I made a fortune. I want to buy a four-wheeled small steel cannon and invite us to a custom izakaya!"

"Also, the last A5 Wagyu meal!"

The masked men in special attack uniforms passed by with the roaring traffic.

"Kun Araki, wake up... The old man's 'spirit removal secret liquid' is in short supply, 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 is a high-quality, high-quality, hand-made customized product, and the price is negotiable."

"Kid Araki, now is not the time to let go of the fishing rod."

A thin old Taoist priest with a wooden sword on his back and a compass in his hand...

"Amitabha, UU reading www.uukanshu.com We would like to be the one of Buddha's Tanyue for the venerable, to eliminate the evil way and protect the right Dharma, without allowing outside demons to gain its convenience."

A middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged in a sea of ​​trees with his hands folded...

"Sousuke..."

"Ghost Rider..."

"Black Buddha in the flat room..."

"The Unspeakable World Honored..."

Faces that have been seen, unseen, familiar, and unfamiliar, flashed like a revolving lantern in Araki Sosuke's eyes full of white light.

Countless calls are surging in my ears like waves.

"who are you…"

"Who am I…"

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

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