"Bastard, if it weren't for that knife, this uncle would have taken this body..."

"boom!!"

Before "Mochizuki Che" could finish his words, Shuten Douji had already lifted his body and threw it out like garbage, smashing it into the shattered building complex.

"...Now that you are like this, since you dare to call the name that I have long since abandoned, you should be ready to die, right?"

A strangely twisted "Mochizukiche" appeared all over his body, bounced back at a high speed like a tennis ball hit against the wall, and returned to Shuten-douji.

It was as if he never left.

"It's useless to talk too much, a perfidious guy like you doesn't deserve to call me a good friend!"

People are still in the air, and he has not to be outdone, punching firmly on the face of Shuten Douji...

"When you came from Ibuki Mountain and won the throne of Dajiangshan Ghost King from me, you promised to lead us to rule the world!"

"Obviously made an appointment, I can only lose to me..."

"But because of the covetousness of women and wine, I lost to a mere human being, and ended up with no bones and only a broken head!"

His ghostly power and Ziyan's lingering fist were so powerful that they even brought out a violent deformation to Shuten Boy's hard cheeks.

"...If it wasn't for the sake of revenge on the human race and taking back your head, I would not hesitate to open the Rasho Gate, drive the ghosts to walk at night, and fight against the four great onmyoji of Ping An Jing, how could I end up like this!"

"boom."

The huge Shuten Douji turned into a spinning top and flew into the opposite mountain wall like a missile, crushing several houses.

"Hey...that's really worth a drink."

The figure of Shuten Douji slowly walked out of the collapsed rubble, and his eyes became extremely sharp.

"Bah, although your fists are a lot softer than before, my body isn't much better..."

He spat out a mouthful of **** phlegm to the side, and the gray ghosts and spirits all over his body burned into golden demon fire.

"I accept your challenge. I owe this victory and defeat for thousands of years. Let's settle it together today!"

The power of the big country, the ghost king is coming!

In this golden ghost fire, the circulation of scriptures and the sound of chanting scriptures can be vaguely seen, making people want to kneel and worship devoutly when they hear it.

Obviously it is a ferocious ghost fire, but it has the same origin and the same clan as Fo Guang.

"Pfft... Hahahaha, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation. When you completely abandoned this body of Buddha power and devoted yourself to the way of ghosts and gods, did you ever think about what you have lost and regained today?!"

Seeing this scene, "Mochizuki Che" laughed, and his figure disappeared instantly.

"Tsk, the idiots of the Tokugawa clan... They all blame the things that nourish this body, so they have such Buddha nature..."

Slowly spread out his palms, the blood-colored pupils of Jiuten boy reflected the flames of golden ghosts and Buddhas burning in his palms, and the corners of his mouth twitched in dissatisfaction.

...

Ibuki Mountain, Daming Temple.

A young child with a handsome face and beautiful white skin is sitting cross-legged on the top of the hall.

The pilgrims who came and went respectfully lined up outside the hall, just to come to him with their hands folded and prayed in a low voice.

"Host, why do they want to worship me?"

The young boy looked at the old monk beside him in confusion.

He doesn't understand.

Since it is said that all living beings are equal, why should we decide to line up with incense and money?

Obviously an adult who is older and more knowledgeable than himself, but he has to cry to a child of his confusion and troubles, repent of his sins, and ask himself to recite the scriptures to guide them on the path to bliss.

"Because, you are the son of God given by Ibuki Daimyo, the only person who can listen to the words of God."

"Ibuki Daimyojin?"

The young child turned back and looked at the statue behind him.

What appeared in his eyes was just a ferocious stone carved with eight snake heads.

"Ibuki, it's time to recite the scriptures."

The old monk beside him reminded softly.

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

Whispering in a low voice, he recited the overcooked and cookie-cutter Buddhist scriptures, and the little boy's eyes slowly welled up with tears.

The son of God wept, which made the pilgrims beside him even more emotional.

Humans are so pathetic.

Looking at the people who were constantly kneeling and worshiping him in front of him, the young boy's robes were wet with tears.

There is no pure land of bliss at all, and I have never heard the voice of the gods.

For such powerful beings as gods and Buddhas, weak humans are just ants-like beings.

These people have lived for decades and have never cared about the life or death of the ants at their feet, but they still can't figure out the simplest truth, and seek self-forgiveness in their imaginary dreams.

The bells ring day after day, the Buddhist scriptures year after year.

Years go by, monks grow old, but the son of **** remains the same.

The affairs of the market, leaving the country, the injustice of the powerful, the separation of life and death...

With false consolation, the pilgrims went down the mountain and left.

Only the ever-changing, accumulated troubles, resentments, and sins of all living beings, incarnated in evil karma, entangled in the heart of the Son of God, whispering in his ear day and night.

Why is it necessary to bear the karma of all beings when born as the Son of God?

His heart is open, his trust is pure, and he is completely lost.

The red karmic fire burned in the heart of God Son, giving him ghost claws, pointed ears, long horns and red skin...

Only gulps of alcohol and meat can temporarily extinguish this annoying flame.

After giving up this body of Buddha power, there will be no Ibuki in the world, only wine swallowing.

These people are so stupid.

The heart stops beating, the brain wilts, the bones rot, and there is nothing to worry about...

All beings are stupid, let the immortal and strongest me come to save these poor beings.

After I have conquered the Quartet and become strong enough that even the gods can't ignore it...

By the way, I will help you in my stomach to ask the last question.

...

"Hmph, whether it's a Buddha or a ghost, it doesn't matter, let's do it!"

Recovering from his memory, Shuten Douji spread his palms towards the empty space in front of him without hesitation.

"Although this Buddha fire is indeed disgusting, it should be enough to deal with the current you..."

"Stop talking nonsense, take a shot at me!"

The huge impact spread out in his palm.

The figure of "Mochizukiche" with a purple streamer, appeared in front of Shuten-douji as if after realizing it.

The punch he threw out, happened to be tightly held by Shuten Douji.

"...Good reception!"

The words "Mochizukiche" just fell, and the fist of Jiuyan Boy's sandbag-sized fist, with the fire of the golden demon Buddha ~lightnovelpub.net~ bombarded him like raindrops.

"Mochizukiche" was like a kite floating in a typhoon, his body was constantly twisted under the wind of his fists, but he couldn't escape because his fists were swallowed by alcohol and tightly grasped.

"Very cool! See how I do this trick..."

Among the dense and deadly punches, "Mochizukiche" showed an expression of enjoyment.

Several purple flame ghost claws ripped apart the void densely like rain, and pressed down with the Shuten boy as the center.

"Oh? This trick still has a bit of the flavor of the year..."

Greedily licking the corner of his mouth, Shuten Douji continued to punch, letting these ghost claws and the demon fire on his body annihilate together.

"But for me, it's not enough..."

"Hmph, I'm just reluctant to hurt you during foreplay."

The two, who were clearly fighting for their lives and who knew each other's abilities like the palm of their hand, actually enjoyed it so much, didn't dodge or evade, and slammed into each other.