I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 120 A Talented Immortal (Welcome - Thousand Hands Kill)

"Amitabha."

When you don't know what to say, just chant a Buddhist prayer to buy some time.

However, these two were clearly not 'normal' people, so why would they have time to listen to the old monk chanting sutras?
"Get out of the way, you bald monk."

With a wave of his sleeve, the old monk and his son were tumbling like gourds, swept away by a sudden gust of wind and carried to a corner.

bang,
"oops,"

"Dad, are you okay?"

"These two are sobbing~~"

The young monk quickly covered his father's mouth.

His father, the abbot, spent his days chanting scriptures and practicing asceticism in the temple, only knowing how to tend to the graves; he only heard about extraordinary information from the outside world from him. He had absolutely no idea that the female ninja was the famous 'Sea Ninja'!
The 'Onmyoji' next to her had his face covered by a white cloth with the character '三' written on it, floating in the air; he was clearly a ruthless character.

At a time like this, if those two ordinary monks dared to utter a single word, they would likely lose their heads.

"Is this right here?"

A white cloth hung down from the hat, obscuring the face of the mysterious Onmyoji as he 'looked around'.

"As an Onmyoji, you can't even sense your own 'shikigami'?"

Hearing Hai Ren's question, Xue Hanma chuckled.

"I am not skilled in divination or finding lost items,"

"Since you say this is the place, then there's only one option—"

As he spoke, the blood-stained khaki with his face covered by a white cloth looked toward the statue of Fudo Myoo in the main hall.

"Hey, the dojo of Fudo Myo-o."

The mysterious man chuckled, and a hand emerged from his robe, making several enigmatic gestures before pointing forward:
An invisible cylindrical impact suddenly shot out straight out, instantly creating a gust of wind that swept across the main hall like a knife!

boom----

There was a loud bang.

The strong winds came quickly and went quickly.

Just a few seconds later, when the two monks, one old and one young, who had been huddled in the corner lowered their hands from their faces and looked closely, they saw a huge circular hole behind the main hall, extending to the back mountain: all the trees along the way had been neatly 'carved' out straight passages.

The statue of Acala, enshrined in the main hall, naturally turned to ashes.
wrong,

That is? !
Where the statue of Acala should have been, a vajra with three forks floats, radiating a soft golden light.

"No wonder I couldn't sense the existence of the 'shikigami'; it turns out it was suppressed by this magical artifact."

The mysterious figure, whose face was covered by a white cloth, gave a cold laugh.
"Kukai's 'Three-pronged Vajra'!"

Buzzing

Seemingly sensing the approaching evil, a burst of light appeared on the vajra, and a swastika symbol, like a windmill, materialized out of thin air and slowly rotated. At the same time, a faint chanting of Sanskrit mantras also rang out.

“Noisy,”

With another flick of his sleeve, an invisible wind pressure swept across the area;

The temple was instantly shattered, and the main hall was crushed into flying pieces of broken wood and tiles!

Crackling~~~
From the outside, it looked as if the entire temple had been suddenly swept away by an invisible giant hand, instantly turning into countless fragments, which were then brutally swept away like trash.

"Ok?"

As the surroundings brightened, the mysterious figure in the white veil let out a soft sigh.

"This is this"

Amidst the ruins, the old monk looked up at his surroundings, his face filled with shock.

But the situation is quite different for young people:
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

"I told you we have a treasure in our family, Dad, look!"

Buzzing

An antique-looking vajra was placed around them.

They scattered swastikas and scripture symbols, forming a sphere to protect them.

"Ah,"

However, the young man's ecstasy was immediately suppressed by the cold laughter of those around him.

"The Immovable King Formation?"

"These tiny formations... are they trying to make me laugh to death?"

? ?
The young monk's face stiffened, and he realized that there was a powerful enemy nearby.

"You...you stay away! We're not to be trifled with either!"

Speaking with a lack of confidence, the young monk's face turned pale and then red: the good news was that his family indeed possessed an extraordinary lineage; the bad news was that the enemy had already come knocking.

Moreover, judging from the other party's tone, they didn't even mention what this magical artifact was called again.

"With the 'Three-pronged Vajra' here, we will not tolerate your evil heretics' insolence!"

The old monk got up.
He grabbed the vajra that floated in front of him and shouted at it sternly.

"Heh, if that old fellow Kukai were wielding the 'Three-pronged Pestle,' I would give him some leeway."

The mysterious figure in the white turban stood proudly with his hands behind his back.

"You little bald monk, you don't even have any magic power, you rely on a magic artifact to save your life, and you still dare to shout?"

Having said that, the mysterious man, too lazy to pay attention to the old and young monks, raised his hand and grabbed at the sky:
"The time has come for you to see the light of day again—"

Rumble,

As he raised his hand to grab, the clouds in the sky rolled and, as if responding to his call, rapidly gathered and solidified, turning into thick dark clouds.

Immediately afterwards, the clouds descended like a giant dragon.

Not one, but five!

Five dark clouds formed "finger-like" shapes that descended from the sky and landed on the mountain peak, as if they were digging something out of the earth.

Boom boom boom boom!

As the 'palm' landed, the entire mountain peak immediately began to shake violently.

The ground churned and rolled like waves; huge ravines spread everywhere, causing houses to collapse and trees to fall wherever they went!
Gravesites were overturned in the turmoil, revealing cylindrical barrels: these were the island nation's old coffins. As these ancient coffins were shattered, skeletons and mummies fell out.

"By the demon, come here!"

With a shout from the mysterious man, the earth trembled, and countless 'things' the size of human heads flew out densely from the cracks.

???

What kind of monster is this?
Under the horrified gazes of the old and young monks,
These 'monsters' are densely packed, like swimming fish or a swarm of bees, constantly circling upwards.

Each 'monster' is the size of a human head, consisting of a huge eyeball; on either side of the eyeball are ear-shaped 'wings'; below the eyeball are two rows of 'mouths' made entirely of sharp teeth; and behind the eyeball are long organs, like a tail.

The quantity is in the tens of thousands!
"good very good,"

The mysterious man in the white turban nodded repeatedly, seemingly in a rather pleasant mood.

"With my demon companion here, the resurrection of Lord is just around the corner."

Waaaaah!

The countless flying 'monsters' blotted out the sun, constantly emerging from the cracks, seemingly endless, and finally formed a gigantic 'flesh and blood' tornado that connected heaven and earth, adding an undeniable weight to the mysterious man's words.

"Such a weak demon, it truly deserves the name 'slave'."

The tall, sea-necked woman spoke with disdain.
"Hehe, my 'Bai Yao' is indeed very weak."

The mysterious man in the white turban was not annoyed by this.

“Each one is not even as good as a well-trained warrior.”

"But with such a massive number, how many entities dare to ignore it? Furthermore—"

Wouldn't it be perfect for finding lost items?

Countless 'monsters' swarmed out, howling and spreading everywhere they went, devouring everything in their path, whether trees, buildings, animals, or humans.

"This quantity."

In this 'storm of demons', only one ray of light remained unharmed.

The young monk, protected by the light of the 'Three-pronged Vajra,' collapsed to the ground, staring in despair at the overwhelming monsters outside.

"It's just like a swarm of insects."

That's right!
This is the swarm of insects.
'Hai Ren' glanced briefly at the two monks protected by 'Buddha's light'.

This is a swarm of insects created by Yu using the insect secret technique of the 'Kamizuryu Clan'. Because it is infused with the power of the 'cursed seal', its appearance is somewhat abstract, but it is quite suitable for a youkai.

The Kamisama clan is a major clan in Iwagakure. During the Fourth Shinobi World War, they attacked Konoha as the vanguard, but were discovered by the Aburame clan, leading to a major battle between the two sides.

The victorious Aburame clan established their status as a major clan in Konoha; while the Kamimizu clan, suffering heavy losses, began its decline.

However, this doesn't mean that the ninja clan's secret technique is ineffective:

They can select a location and have the 'Queen Bee' continuously produce a large number of Ninja Beasts, forming a large-scale insect swarm attack in a short period of time.

This combat method has obvious weaknesses. It requires advance preparation and consumes a large amount of chakra. The Queen Bee is afraid of being killed by an elite surprise attack. The ninjas in the Naruto world are the epitome of solo assault. If the ordinary swarms of insects spawned by the Kamisumi clan cannot withstand the speed of the ninjas, they can easily be killed by decapitation tactics. However, in this world, there are no elites capable of "taking the head of an army of thousands".

"Hmph, it's time to teach humanity a lesson."

? !
Upon hearing the words of the mysterious man in the white turban, the remaining monks were taken aback. Before they could figure out how to respond, the man's 'gaze' swept over them.

"Unfortunately, one of the bald monks will get away."

?

The old monk was taken aback, then suddenly realized what was going on.

Yes, what I have in my hand is the 'Three-pronged Vajra' of the monk Kukai!
Master Kukai was a practitioner from 1200 years ago. He crossed the sea to a mysterious country to study, where he received the secret name 'Hen-Illuminating Vajra' and was bestowed with the ritual implement 'Three-pronged Vajra'.

Upon his return, he threw down his sacred implement, the three-pronged vajra, which carried him to Mount Koya. Kukai then used this as the foundation to build Kongōbu-ji Temple, establishing the "Eastern Esoteric Buddhism," the very origin of Esoteric Buddhism in Japan.

If the legend is true
No, it must be true;

Because evil spirits were blotting out the sky.

"Zhixiong!"

He suddenly turned around and shoved the 'three-pronged vajra' into the young monk's hand. The old monk gave him a deep look.

"Live."

? ?
"Namo-Samanta-Vajra-Nan-Han!"

Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Vidyaraja, please bless that the legend is true.

As the old monk clasped his hands together and chanted the mantra of Acala, perhaps his sincerity moved the Buddha, or perhaps his 'Acala Mantra' activated the ritual implement: the 'Vajra' held in the young monk's hand suddenly trembled.

"father----"

The next second, the 'three-pronged vajra' in the young monk's hand shot into the sky, carrying him into a streak of light, passing through thousands of 'monsters', and flying away into the distance.

"Huh? Hahaha! Hahaha!!"

Jin Guang flew away with his son, leaving the old monk behind in astonishment, followed by wild laughter.

Thus have I heard: At one time the Buddha was staying in the Jeta Grove, Anathapindika's Park, in the country of Shravasti, with a great assembly of twelve hundred and fifty monks.

The old monk sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and chanted scriptures in a low voice, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

"You little bald monk, you're quite decisive."

The mysterious figure with a white scarf hanging down waved his hand, and the surrounding demons surged forward!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Higashiura-cho, Ofu City, Aichi Prefecture.

As a peripheral city of the Nagoya metropolitan area, one of the three major metropolitan areas in the island nation, it may not be as famous as Tokyo or Osaka. However, it has its own unique features that allow it to be ranked alongside those two places: it is home to the world's largest automotive industry cluster, as well as a hub for high-end industries such as aerospace, robotics, and digital technology.

At the intersection next to the Handa Fire Station, people were moving about, and a large number of cars were quietly waiting for the traffic lights to change.

Just then, a sharp sound suddenly came from the sky.

call out----

The strange noise coming from the sky made pedestrians stop and turn around to look up.

A golden streak flew in from the west, streaking across the sky.

???

导弹
Shouldn't it have a white tail flame?

Just as those who witnessed the golden light stood frozen in place, the light was already heading straight towards them!

Before anyone could react, it crashed into the river next to them with a loud 'bang'.

Wow————

The crashing water splashed like a curtain across the street, drenching countless vehicles and pedestrians. Many were so startled by the sheer force of the light that they fell to their feet on the street.

"what happened?"

"Missile? Impossible, could it be a rocket?"

"I haven't heard of any recent space experiments, and they shouldn't be around here—"

The traffic lights had changed, but not a single car moved: drivers got out of their vehicles, and people on the street were talking about it.

Just as someone mustered up the courage to step forward and investigate:
brush,

A figure leaped up and landed on the street, covered in river water.

splash,

The crowd that was about to surround them suddenly dispersed, but stopped halfway back because:
Leaping out from the surging river was a young monk?

Indeed, the other person was wearing black monk's robes, white shoes and socks, and holding a vajra with flickering light in his hand. What else could he be but a monk?
Moreover, judging from the way the other party arrived riding on light and remained unharmed after falling into the river, he must be an enlightened high monk.

They're just a bit too young.
The 'high monk' in the eyes of passersby shook his head and then hurriedly rummaged around his body, quickly pulling out a cell phone.
After pressing the buttons a few times, the young 'monk' suddenly smashed the phone on the ground, shattering it instantly!

Then, he looked up and scanned his surroundings.

brush,

A figure flashed,
The high monk appeared in front of a young man holding a mobile phone.

???

"Master, I...I didn't take the picture."

The young man was startled and tried to explain, both surprised and frightened.

In island nations, taking photos without someone's consent is a 'crime': all mobile phones must retain the recording sound.

Moreover, this 'high monk' is clearly no ordinary person. If he were to unleash a 'Buddhist' attack on him, he would have nowhere to cry even in hell.

With so many people filming, why did they choose me?
"Can I borrow your phone for a moment?"

?

"Master, please, please have some."

Faced with the outstretched hand of the 'high monk,' the young man immediately handed over his phone with both hands.

I wonder what this 'high monk' plans to do with his phone.
"Hey!"

"Metropolitan Police Department? I need to call the police!"

However, the 'high monk' took the phone and tapped the screen repeatedly, immediately shattering his 'master' image with his first words.

"It's an extraordinary event! Send someone to Mount Koya immediately!"

"I'm not lying, I am the monk from there! Quickly, save people, save mine—"

click,

With a clench of his five fingers, the phone in his hand shattered into pieces.

Two lines of tears slid down his cheeks. The young monk knew very well that his father was just an ordinary monk with no magical powers whatsoever.

He used a 'magical artifact' to send himself out, and so much time has passed.

That was the only outcome.
"Ahhhhh!!!"

With a painful roar to the sky, the young monk gripped the 'three-pronged vajra' tightly in his hand.

? !
The crowd dispersed again, including the young man whose phone had been crushed in his hand.

"Father,"

The young monk, tears streaming down his face, collapsed to his knees on the street and threw a punch.

"Why were I sent out?"

boom!
As the young monk landed his punch, the concrete street shattered like a biscuit, cracks spreading outwards, causing the crowd to retreat further and further.

"Why didn't you run away yourself?!"

boom! !

As the second punch landed, the entire street trembled violently. At the same time, a fiery red light appeared above the young monk: it resembled both light and flame, rapidly outlining a 'human shape'. Then, flames spread out, transforming into a three-meter-tall phantom.

One head and four sides
Each displays one of four facial expressions: wrathful, compassionate, wise, or peaceful.
The statue of Acala, with six arms each forming a mudra, sits atop a nine-tiered lotus platform, suspended in mid-air, with golden lotuses slowly blooming.

It is:

"Fudo Myooh?"

"Father, Master, Father."

Amid the young monk's mournful cries, passersby looked at each other in bewilderment, and then, without anyone noticing who led the way, groups of people knelt down.

Please accept my condolences, Master.

Please accept my condolences, Master.

"Please accept my condolences."

The emergency call and the few words spoken by the kneeling, grieving monk had already conjured up images of a tragic scene: a father and son fighting fiercely against an extraordinary force, ultimately losing and fleeing, and the old monk covering their retreat.

Sigh, even the extraordinary...
These ordinary people can only live one day at a time.

(End of this chapter)