"The power of this ghost and **** seems to be connected with the whole Shenyin..."

Directly below the pink Bodhisattva, there are two figures standing and sitting one by one.

"And, as the fire of desire burns the seemingly endless desire in this god's hiddenness, he is still getting stronger and stronger..."

Sitting cross-legged, it was Junko Kato, who was disheveled and radiant.

"Abe-kun, my "Thirty-Three Outer Heavens, the Incarnation of Bliss" was transformed by the desire of all beings, and I have not yet reached the realm of transformation, so I am afraid that I am not his opponent. "

"Master Kato doesn't need to be humble. As far as I know, even in Kawasaki Daishi Temple, no one has cultivated a Dharma body for nearly a hundred years..."

Standing beside Junko Kato was naturally Abe Temple with a sword.

"On the basis of Buddhism, Your Excellency is unparalleled in this world."

Even though his clothes were tattered and his whole body was burning with smoke, his amber-like eyes were always watching the "Battle between Heaven and Man" above his head.

The Buddha has three bodies, the Dharma body, the retribution body, and the incarnation body.

Dharmakaya, Sanskrit dharma-ka^ya, represents the Buddhadharma and Buddha-nature in the practitioner's heart, and does not appear to the outside world.

It is said that only those who are extremely gifted and who practice their own Buddhist principles can cultivate the "Dharma Body Appearance" and embody the spiritual body with the Dharma.

"Now... uh huh... not the time for compliments..."

Junko Kato's long hair fluttered in the waves of heat, the expression on her pretty face was intertwined with pain and pleasure, and she hummed a moaning moan in her nose.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Under the violent impact of the seven horns on the head of the bull-headed ghost, the giant Buddha bell soon cracked...

"I can't hold him for too long. If I don't let go of the attack now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Her "Happy Dharma" absorbs the desires of all living beings and feeds them back with supreme bliss, but she encounters this bull-headed ghost who can be regarded as a natural enemy using desire as fuel. It can be said that she is miserable.

"Huh...you should be like this..."

Looking back at the long street with blazing flames behind him, Abe Temple took a deep breath.

"Since this bull ghost's target is her..."

Hundreds of meters behind the two of them, Asagiri, who was wearing a purple "Zhiyan Night Cherry Blossom" kimono with big sleeves and heavy wooden sandals, was still advancing with difficulty.

"Until you figure it out, you can't let it succeed."

The saying "Oirans walk slower than ox carts" is not without reason.

"It's been more than 20 years, you..."

Concentrating his mind, he looked down at the two knives in his hands.

"Are you almost ready?"

Even though they had spiritual power to protect their bodies, they had cut too many bound spirits and a "fireball" that was hot enough to vaporize steel. At this time, the pair of treasured knives had been completely twisted and deformed like a twist, hanging down in a desolate arc.

"Om!!!!"

Hearing the words of Abe Temple, the originally dying, broken and deformed Sun and Moon Double Swords shook frantically with excitement.

"...Then, don't break, don't stand, and be reborn from the ashes!"

The hot and sharp blade quietly slid across Abeji's arms, bringing out a drop of blood...

The drop of blood flowed down Abe Temple's drooping hands, flowed onto the Sun and Moon Swords he was holding, and disappeared between the blades, not a single drop fell to the ground.

"Drink...how much...how much..."

The spiritual power flowed along the blood, and Abe Temple, who was already tired, was swaying even when standing.

"I thought it would take decades... but I didn't expect that under such circumstances..."

He has always been gentle and meticulous, but now his eyes are full of madness, and a twisted smile is drawn on the corner of his mouth...

For some reason, there was an inexplicable throbbing and unyielding in my heart.

Let Abe Temple want to challenge this bull-headed ghost and god, and under the opponent's giant hoof, guard the thin figure that sprinkled cherry blossoms in the firelight and moved forward stubbornly.

Even if she is just a resentful spirit that has long passed away...

Even if you may lose your life for this!

"Pong."

The raging frost and fire rose from the two swords in Abe Temple's hands, colliding with clouds of white mist, engulfing his figure.

...

Kyoto, Shangjing District, Kuagawa Street.

In the northwest of the "Yi-Xiao Bridge", in the shrine with simple and elegant black roof and white walls, a boy under ten years old is sitting solemnly in the side hall.

"Father, I have awakened my inspiration, and I still have spare energy to practice kendo. Why don't you teach me more of Abe's yin and yang techniques?"

Although her face is so tender and beautiful that she is often mistaken for a girl at first glance...

However, his straight posture and rock-solid seriousness in his eyes showed maturity and perseverance far beyond his age.

"Hiccup...I said...A Si...You always kneel like this in your own home, don't you feel tired?"

Not far in front of the young man who was sitting in danger, there was a middle-aged bearded man with a pillow in his hand, lying on his side and wearing only a pair of beach pants.

"Hey, the so-called secret technique of Abe's yin and yang, after all, is just a trail..."

In front of him, there was an old chessboard on which black and white seeds and peanuts served with wine were scattered randomly.

"Although whether it's the Tuyumen clan or our family, we have tried our best to retrieve a lot of Abe's onmyoji techniques that were lost in the war..."

"ton ton ton ton... ah..."

He was a little embarrassed by his son's quiet, silent eyes. He picked up the peanuts on the chessboard and threw it into his mouth, grabbed a large bottle of sake beside him and took a greedy sip, and finally reached out and scratched in his crotch, popping out. With slightly curly hair, he began to answer the other party's question.

"The gifted children in the family are also practicing onmyoji according to the onmyo skills of these ancestors.

In addition to the same handsome face, this meticulous young man and this middle-aged man with a sloppy face and a stubble face who drank heavily in the early morning seemed to divide this narrow side hall into heaven and **** from the middle.

"From Abe Jihei, Abe Yoshisama, Abe Yashin, Abe Yuxiu all the way to Tsuchimikado Taifuku..."

"Even if Tsuchimikado tried his best to integrate the onmyoji of Triga Shinto, Ise Shinto, and Yoshida Shinto~lightnovelpub.net~ to form today's Tsuchimikado Shinto..."

"For hundreds of years, among those of us who have inherited the blood of the Abe family, who has ever surpassed Seimei's ancestors?"

"...Never."

In the face of his father's successive questions, the young man thought for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head a little unwillingly: "But, that is the ancestor of Seimei..."

"You're trying to say that the ancestors of Seimei had the bloodline of "Zhalaiquan Xiantianhu", while the blood of our descendants is weak and cursed, right..."

"Yes……"

"...It's a fart!"

Just as the boy was about to nod his head, he was interrupted by the man's roar of alcohol.

"This is just the reason why these guys who survived and obeyed the rules under the fame of their ancestors have been looking for a reason to go downhill all the time."