"Here, look."

Gu Yuansha carefully handed a glass of water, patted the back for Yueying Chicao, and opened the phone and placed it in front of him.

"Although this video has been deleted from major websites, social media continues to go viral in private."

On the phone that Gu Yuansha handed over was a fifteen-second video.

In the video, above the dark Taito District, is a dark red giant door that is slowly closing.

From the perspective of the photographer, it should have been shot from a distance outside Taito District with some kind of professional equipment.

"Who is it, who was able to close..."

Looking dully at the gate of **** in the video that slowly closed and turned into nothingness, a drop of cold sweat left on the forehead of Yueying Qiancao.

Only he knows that the resentment and power of ghosts and gods invested in the gate of **** are dozens of times that of the gate of ghosts and gods!

These spirit removers, who have been inherited for thousands of years, are really not that simple.

"...The surprise is yet to come."

Following Gu Yuansha's words, below the giant gate disappeared, a small dot dragging a strong black gas quickly rose vertically.

Like fireworks blooming, the thick black mist in the night sky suddenly swelled outwards, turning into a huge blurred figure.

It was an invisible figure that was similar in size to the Gate of Hell, but could not be photographed.

Only through the outline of the black mist wrapped around its exterior, it could be vaguely recognized that it was a giant with three heads and six arms.

I saw the giant wrapped in the black mist, and a pair of huge arms in front of him ruthlessly stretched and pulled towards the night sky...

"Pfft...what is this black and big guy doing..."

The water in Yueying Qiancao's mouth that she could swallow in the future suddenly filled the girl's mobile phone screen.

The gate of hell, which had been closed and disappeared, was "pulled" back from the night sky by the black giant.

Then, the giant opened the door furiously, disappeared into it, and slammed the door again...

The crumbling dark red door disappeared again.

"He, what does he think of the gate of hell, is it fun to go in and out?!"

With the inconceivable murmur of Moon Shadow Chikusa, the entire video ends here.

"In private, some people are saying that there is a **** who has manifested spirit and closed the door to hell. However, there is a fierce debate on the Internet about the specific identity of that god, and there are countless sects vying to claim it..."

Actually, even the existence of the level of gods can't help but take action, isn't it very dangerous...

Thinking of this, Yueying Qiancao reached out and took the schoolbag at the foot of the bed with some trembling.

Only by holding the only laptop that he can rely on in his hand can his heart be more stable.

"Sorry, can I trouble you to avoid it, I want to check some information, just a few minutes."

He bowed apologetically to the girl beside him and asked.

"Of course, the public confidentiality regulations... Yueying-jun is really a straight-forward person, so I'll take out the garbage and dispose of it first."

Giving him a look of "I understand", Gu Yuansha left the ward with a bento box.

Watching Gu Yuansha leave, Yueying Qiancao opened the laptop and clicked on the game to place the map tremblingly.

"Sure enough..."

On the map, the vortex originally marked "Gate of Hell" and "Evil God of Blind Eyes" had disappeared without a trace.

"...Wait...this is..."

Yueying Qiancao's eyes moved to the left side of the map, where the "energy" value was marked, and could no longer move.

"Hey...ha...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

His expression changed from a sudden loss to a morbid ecstasy.

"It seems that in the bottom of the hearts of the people, the government's rhetoric has not been bought at all..."

In the game map, the resentment that was squandered by him has now risen to ten times the value he has accumulated in the past two years.

"This... as long as you try to get some 'ghost power' and open the gates of **** a few times, it will be enough..."

Moreover, that series of numbers, like a hurricane stock, is still increasing wildly.

"Wait... What is this extra row of letters?"

In the bottom row of the map, where "G meme" was originally written, there are 26 more letters from A-Z.

Among them, only the rear of the letter G displays the number "5", and behind the other letters, all display the number of zero.

"The eventful autumn is approaching. It is estimated that my information has also been registered by the rescue team. Let's hibernate temporarily and study it carefully."

Looking at this string of letters with unknown meaning, Yuekage Chikusa touched her chin, showing a playful expression.

……

A month after the "Gate of Hell" incident.

Kanagawa Prefecture, Kawasaki City, Heijenji Temple.

A black plaque with the words "King Kong Mountain" hangs above the gate of the quaint temple with a black glazed tile roof.

Kawasaki Daishi Temple, founded in the 3rd year of Taizhi, officially named King Kongshan Kinjoin Heijian Temple, is one of the three mountains in Kanto, famous for its "disaster elimination", and is said to be the top three in the number of "first visits" in the new year in Japan temple.

The temple is famous for its Fudedaohe Hall, Medicine Hall, Jingzang Hall, an octagonal five-story pagoda, as well as the five-cobalt pestle and wood-block book Tripitaka.

It is the night of the long moon (September), and the heat of summer gradually fades, which is the season of pleasant climate and beautiful scenery in Kawasaki City.

Affected by a certain incident a month ago, even on a working day, there are endless pilgrims who come to the temple to pray for safety and avoid misfortune.

However, when these pilgrims passed through the wide temple gate, they would enter the temple as if they were thieves, with a frightened expression on their faces.

Because, not far from the gate of the temple, a man in a monk's robe was sitting carelessly.

But at eight o'clock in the morning, this man with a full beard and long golden and black hair hanging in a mess on his forehead ~lightnovelpub.net~ was leaning on the pillar at the entrance of the temple, holding a large bottle of thin neck and thick bottle. "Fourteenth generation Longquan Junmai Daiginjo", poured into his mouth one after another.

From the entrance of the shopping street in front of the temple, you can smell the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Although since the promulgation of the "Meat Eating Wife and Bringing Off the Prohibition" in the Meiji Restoration era, Japanese monks, like ordinary people, can grow hair, marry wives, have children, eat wine and meat, and no longer need to be serious ascetic monks.

To this day, Japanese monks, in the name of "promoting Buddhism" and wrapped in "Zen", open bars, software companies, and become artists, and there are not a few people who make a lot of money.

However, in Kawasaki Daishi Temple, which adheres to the orthodox Buddhist ascetic practice, the monks still adhere to the precepts of no meat, no alcohol, no killing and no sexuality. Life.

Therefore, in the early morning when other monks were doing morning classes, this "Ji Dao monk" who exuded a criminal atmosphere all over his body was stuck at the door and drinking heavily. For pilgrims, it was indeed a terrible thing.

Whether it's the man's slightly wrinkled brows, the hidden blue veins, the well-developed chest muscles exposed at the neckline, and the dense tattoos of unknown meaning on the thick arms inside the wide sleeves, all of them remind the past pilgrims of a "wanted criminal" Hiding in a temple to make a fortune, hosting a passionate drama of repaying grievances with virtue and offering physical influence".

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