"Ah?"

After the white light passed, the stone bowl in Sosuke Araki's hand disappeared.

"It looks like it was... sucked in?"

"Damn, I haven't looked carefully yet, if I **** it up and down a few times, will it come out? 』

On the outside of the scroll made of textiles, in addition to the arrow symbol composed of white light, there is a "bowl" symbol sketched in simple strokes.

It is exactly the same as what Araki Sosuke saw in the illustration inside the picture scroll, where the Sendagaya tunnel was drawn.

At the same time, the buildings all over the walls of the cave, including the platforms and spiral staircases that are still in good condition, all began to be assembled towards the original appearance with the sound of the mechanism running.

"What is this..."

Relatively standing no more than half a meter, the ghostly aura of Taipeng was gushing out of Tokugawa Fangnian's body out of control and disappeared into Araki Sosuke, who was facing away from him.

"...what power?"

Unaware of this, Tokugawa Fangnian just stared at the pair of giant black arms slowly retracting Sousuke Araki's back with his six big eyes, which he claimed to be able to penetrate his soul.

In his eyes, the pair of black giant arms is infinitely magnified like a specimen under a microscope, showing countless black particles.

"This is... resentment... the power of ghosts and gods... no, that's not right..."

After Tokugawa Yoshinian died, he turned into ghosts and gods. He painted countless ghosts here, tempered his painting skills, and used the Buddha nature of the "stone bowl in front of the Buddha" to integrate the power of ghosts and gods, and tried to restore the real body of Shuten Douji, which can be said to be resentful I know very well the form of the power of ghosts and gods...

In the infinitely enlarged arms in front of him, resentment and the power of ghosts and gods are continuously merging, compressing, collapsing, and reshaping, giving birth to a deeper and purer power.

Killing, stealing, sexual misconduct, lying, double tongue, evil speech, flattery, greed, hatred, wrong views...

In the black particles, there is not only pure power, but also the obsessions left by hundreds of millions of souls, the viciousness they have committed, and the countless wailing, crying, wailing, scolding, angering...

"By the three karma, ten evils can be done... This, this is evil karma..."

Seemingly aware of something, Yoshinian Tokugawa, who has always been calm, suddenly screamed out of composure: "Impossible!!!"

"The evil karma of sentient beings of this size, even the gods can't bear it, how can it be applied to a person's body and transformed into the power of an arm and a finger?!"

Karma is the irresistible force of karma for good and evil.

Karma, the cause that dominates samsara, also extends to the effects of this life and even the next life.

Those who do evil karma fall into hell, animal, and ghost realms because of the severity of their karma.

After the reward has been exhausted, among the lucky ones, there is still more reward.

In Tokugawa Fangnian's view, even those who claim to be gods, as long as they are contaminated with even a small amount of karma in these arms, I am afraid that they will encounter sky collapse, thunder and tsunami when they go out. devoured by the "result" of resistance.

However, the man in front of him was inhaling resentment and power of ghosts and spirits into his body as if he had never heard of it before, and it was continuously transforming it into bad karma, but it was an indisputable fact.

In a thousand thoughts, the power of ghosts and gods in Tokugawa Yoshinian's body was pulled away, and the pair of black giant arms that covered the sky and the sun had completely disappeared from Sosuke Araki's back.

Araki Sousuke's rock-solid back was gradually revealed in Tokugawa Yoshinian's eyes.

"thump."

Seeing the tattoo on the other's back, Tokugawa Yoshinian, who was already weak, fell to his knees directly.

"Really, really beautiful..."

The moment when he saw the black Bodhisattva tattooed all over his back, sitting cross-legged on a skeleton lotus, and staring in anger, a painting skill far beyond his own realm and pattern violently poured into his consciousness.

In those eyes that seemed to be furious, there was a hidden meaning of endless compassion.

"Being able to draw this picture... After all... what kind of compassion and compassion, and the heart of helping others with oneself..."

In contrast, the self who turned into an evil ghost and borrowed time by force, the things I read in this life, the paintings I made, and even the "painting" that resurrected the ghosts and gods, are only worthy of being called "young people." Children's Doodles".

"So, is this the realm of painting?"

At this moment, after a glimpse of the truth, he finally understood why no matter how he "looked", he couldn't imitate the man's soul.

"Why... such an existence is willing to..."

Because, the "painting" in front of him, and even this man, was an existence that was completely beyond his comprehension, which could not and should not have been born in this world.

"Little Bird You, the things are in hand, let's flash people!"

Seeing that the surrounding buildings stopped turning and resumed their original layout, Sousuke Araki jumped down the stairs and ran towards the longhouse where Yuma Yumori was located without looking back.

"Please stop!!!"

In the back, Yoshinian Tokugawa, who was kneeling on the ground, still stared at Sousuke Araki's distant back.

"Why... let me go?"

The opponent rose up from below and appeared on top of his head, but he only took away the power of ghosts and spirits in his body and took the "stone bowl in front of the Buddha" as the pivot of this place.

At this moment, Tokugawa Fangnian has long understood that as long as the other party is willing, one action can erase his existence.

But apart from saying hello, from the beginning to the end, this young man covered in embarrassment regarded himself as air.

"Hmph, you chrysanthemum monster playing with life..."

"...Since when did you have the illusion that I let you go?"

With his back to Tokugawa Yoshinen handsomely, Sousuke Araki waved his hand handsomely, ran down the stairs without turning his head, and disappeared from the sight of the other party.

"...The moment I appeared, you were already dead."

"in this way……"

On the empty platform, Tokugawa Fangnian, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the black flame blade gradually dissipating on the opponent's hilt, and seemed to understand.

"……Very good."

He laughed at himself, and a crack suddenly appeared above his head.

"Crack...knock..."

As the gap slowly spreads downward, a dark red flame can be seen, circulating in it, burning more and more vigorously.

His whole body, starting from the head, was gradually divided into two halves from the middle by the crack.

The unbearable burning pain~lightnovelpub.net~ made him subconsciously cover his chest, recalling an organ that had long since lost its function.

"A dead person, actually, do you still have a heart?"

"Roar……"

Fierce warriors, hideous-looking ghosts, and horribly dead people...

Numerous figures, with him as the center, densely occupy the entire platform.

"So, this is..."

Looking at the faces of resentment, sadness, pain, and viciousness getting closer and closer, a look that could swarm him at any time, eat his flesh, drink his blood, cramp his muscles, and turn him to ashes, Tokugawa Fangnian. There was a smile on the huge mouth on his neck: "...my own bad karma?"

Surrounded by the crowd, a frail woman in a kimono, familiar and unfamiliar, attracted his attention.

"Why, I can't remember, your face..."

On her pretty face, her facial features were blurred.