"Ms. Birdie, do you want to hitch a ride?"

"Then there is work... undocumented knights."

"Hey, just running two laps in the park, not on the public road, can't be considered unlicensed driving. 』

Looking at the dusty knight in front of him, Yuumako Tori smiled slightly, jumped to the back seat skillfully, and grabbed the corner of his shirt.

"Oh oh oh, this amount... make a fortune, make a fortune!"

When Araki Sosuke carried the little bird Yumayumi to collect the soul dust of the "saplings" along the way, and returned to the bottom of the white giant tree, the huge ghost and spirit only dissipated less than one-tenth of its volume. For white light...

Beneath the translucent towering tree, massive amounts of soul dust, like water flowing into the sea, poured into the bucket bag in an endless stream.

Like countless flying fireflies, and like fireworks blooming at night.

The three of them folded their hands together, immersed in a scene that was more poignant than the Obon Fireworks Festival in front of them, and did not speak for a while.

Whether it is resentful spirits, ghosts or gods, or ordinary animals, plants and humans, the volume of the soul is equivalent.

The equivalent amount of soul dust in front of us represents the countless lives that have passed away in the Hakone Mountains in the past two hundred years and are worth paying tribute to.

...

It was ten minutes after the giant tree completely turned into white light and dissipated.

"The blockade of Yin and Yang has also been lifted..."

After recovering from the trance, Yumayumi Kotori noticed that the high-rise buildings that originally surrounded Toyama Park and disappeared into the mist were now clearly visible again.

The only difference is Mt. Hakone, whose top has been chopped off and is more than ten meters shorter...

The "Tai Chi Yin-Yang Array" arranged here is completely destroyed.

Because of the "Yin of Yang" located in the Imperial Palace and several pivot supports of the central line and Yamanote line, the failure of "Yin of Yang" will not make the entire array fail.

This is also the ingenious design of "Tai Chi Yin-Yang Array".

However, if it is not repaired in time, it will inevitably lead to turbulent flow of grievances throughout Tokyo and nowhere to put them.

It is estimated that the people in Yin Yang Liao are busy.

No matter what, the Toyama Park in front of me finally regained its former calm.

"Hey, you don't need to buy spray paint, just treat it as a geological disaster. Anyway, earthquakes are very common..."

"It happens that the construction and labor service company opened by a friend on the road gives a good rebate ratio..."

Looking at the messy and bare "Shin Hakone Peak" in front of him, Ryoma took out the phone before Erza and reported it to the class.

"Huh, it's almost three o'clock if you're not careful."

After carrying the bucket sports bag, Sosuke Araki took out his phone to check the time.

"After three o'clock, it's just past the ugly hour."

It has been more than an hour since the two of them met the infiltrating "ugly time worship" from the top of the mountain.

"Really, it's a big battle."

Thinking that the original plan was to save as many resentful spirits as possible, but in the end, the Toyama Park was almost destroyed, and Kotori Yumayumi couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Zongsuke, we've got in touch, we'll take care of the aftermath here according to the procedure... Do you want to eat and pull together..."

Here, Ryoma Ryoma hung up the phone after finishing the report, turned around, pointed at Sousuke Araki's waist with a strange expression, "You, you thick and long thing, will it still glow?"

A ray of fluorescent light is faintly spilling out through the gap where the sports bag was scratched.

"Huh? Is this enough to feed?!"

Araki Sousuke opened the zipper and took out the thick Taketori picture scroll.

On the surface of the original quaint picture scroll, a symbol composed of faint white light appeared at some point.

This simple and obscure pictogram with incomprehensible meaning looks like it was written by someone with a brush.

"What does this symbol... mean?"

Before two, Ryoma raised his eyebrows and curiously asked the little witch beside him for advice.

"I haven't seen it before, maybe I can go back and look up the ancient books, and I can gain something..."

Tori Yumayumi also shook his head.

"I said... this thing, it seems..."

Just when the two were at a loss, Sosuke Araki, who was looking at the picture scroll, seemed to have found something.

"...It's an arrow?!"

No matter how he turned the picture scroll in his hand, one end of the symbol on it always turned like a compass, pointing in the same direction.

...

Kanagawa Prefecture, Kawasaki Daishi Temple.

Without the pilgrims who come in droves during the day, Heijian Temple looks more sacred and magnificent under the quiet and peaceful night.

The doors and windows of the "Fudo Hall" in the temple still faintly reveal the orange fire of the Everbright Lamp.

Standing outside the hall, you can still hear the voices of people reciting Buddhist scriptures in silence.

In the hall, the host of Kawasaki Daishi Temple preached the Dharma, sitting cross-legged on the futon, lightly twisting the beads, and his eyes revealed the deep and melancholy unique to middle-aged men.

"All appearances are false... If you see the appearances that are not, you will see the Tathagata..."

At this moment, it is not him who is chanting the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

"Cough cough, Vice President Chang Tian..."

Opposite the preaching, a middle-aged Mediterranean man wearing a cassock, holding a Buddhist bead, and wearing a fixer around his neck, was kneeling before the Buddha and reciting sutras.

It was Hiroshi Changtian who was still active on the Tomei Expressway last night and communicated passionately with his mother-in-law.

"Why, Hongfa presides over, but King Fudo Ming feels my sincerity?"

Hearing Hongfa calling him, Hiroshi Changtian turned his body a little stiffly, and handed him the affectionate gaze unique to middle-aged men.

"My Buddha is compassionate, and naturally I can feel the sincerity of your Excellency..."

Looking at Hiroshi Hiroshi Hiroshi, who was dressed as a nondescript monk, and the back of his head that was even more dazzling than himself, Hongfa couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ However, this temple does not stay overnight. Vice President Chang Tian, ​​please come back. "

Hongfa picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip.

"The little monk has made up his mind to convert to my Buddha, and he will never leave if he does not worship the door of your temple and learn the refining method of the secret spiritual removal tool..."

Facing the "Send tea to send guests" hosted by Hongfa, Hiroshi Changtian, who has directly called himself "Little Monk", flashed white light on his glasses, showing a resolute and indifferent expression like an ascetic monk.

"Presiding over Hongfa, I also know how to refine such treasures of becoming a Buddha. It must be the secret of your temple."

"But in this chaotic world, no one can survive alone. If the secret treasures of becoming a Buddha can be produced, it will definitely promote the rapid and standardized development of the profession of spirit remover!"

"You also know that in this life, I have devoted my life to researching spiritual tools, and I have converted to dozens of sects for this purpose, just for..."

Like a speech, he was passionate, sincere, and earnest, and described his "standardized development plan for the professional development of spiritual removers" to Hongfa...