I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 180 Living towards death
"Xiao, Li, over here—"

At the entrance of the elementary school ahead, a group of high school students holding 'weapons' were guarding the area. One of the fat students saw the two running towards them and waved happily.

"Hey?"

"Isn't that Busujima-senpai?"

Behind the baseball bat boy and another girl named 'Li', there was a tall figure holding a wooden sword, jogging backwards, seemingly on guard against possible 'evil spirits', but actually their gaze was drawn to the area of ​​their town near Central Park.

Because evil spirits are surging in that direction, coalescing into a tall 'Buddha' emanating a dark aura.

Using the surrounding buildings as a reference, its height is approximately fifty meters.
Is this what it means to be an extraordinary being?

Unable to resist licking her lips, the tall high school girl felt no fear, but rather a genuine joy.

She loves this chaotic 'world' so much!
"Oh my god."

"What is that, a demonic Buddha?"

"Let's go inside and take refuge too, Senior Busujima?"

The voice behind her brought the tall high school girl back to her senses. She turned to look at her pale-faced peers and nodded with a smile.

"Don't worry about it,"

"You can go in. I'll stay outside and keep watch."

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"Senior, it's dangerous here."

The other high school students also saw the 'Buddha' on the street a kilometer away. Just by looking at the ominous black aura emanating from him, he didn't seem like a 'kind' being at all. If they stayed here and were 'looked at' by him, they might not even know how they died.

"Someone has to stay behind and observe the situation, right?"

Despite saying that, the high school girl named 'Bukushima' only wanted to stay and watch the game.

For her, being able to witness this extraordinary battle made even death worthwhile.

“I’ll stay too,”

Takashi, a short-haired high school boy holding a baseball bat, walked up to Busujima-senpai.
The other person saved his life, and now someone needs to stand guard. He can't leave the other person alone outside.

"I didn't expect you to be interested too,"

"Then let's watch it together."

?

Although he couldn't understand what the senior was saying, the boy didn't think much of it.

"Li, you go inside with them to take refuge."

In the eyes of the two who remained, the black evil Buddha in the distance stretched out a hand, and the huge palm slammed down, seemingly about to crush something.

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boom! ! !
The black, evil Buddha, who was sitting cross-legged and was fifty meters tall, stretched out his hand, which was five meters wide and ten meters long, and slammed it down on his head.

The five-meter-tall 'Acala' statue is nothing but a toy in front of it!

Grasp it once, refine it in an instant—

?

However, when the five fingers fell, they could not close together.

Golden light continuously emanated from between the loosely clenched fingers, causing the giant evil Buddha's arm to tremble violently.

"I won't run away anymore."

"Immeasurable Buddha,"

As a Buddhist chant rang out, a brilliant golden light shone forth!

The light surged upwards, transforming into a golden arm. Its five fingers gripped the evil Buddha's palm, forcefully pushing it away, overturning it, and finally turning it into a domineering, oppressive force.

? !
The black evil Buddha's hundreds of eyes all rolled around, revealing a terrifying expression.

Because in front of it stood a phantom image of Guanyin with a hundred hands, also fifty meters tall.

Guanyin's face is compassionate, her right leg is raised, her left leg is bent, and her ankle is placed on her right knee. Her arms behind her are either forming mudras, holding ritual implements, holding a treasure vase, or holding a willow branch. They radiate golden Buddhist light, but there is also a hidden blood-red light rising within them.

"Guanyin is compassionate, relieves the eight difficulties, and saves all sentient beings."

"This humble monk is ignorant of Buddhist teachings, possessing only these basic martial arts skills; if you, benefactor, wish to wreak havoc on humanity, then so be it—"

I'll send you to hell!
Below the illusory image of Guanyin, Zhixiong, having broken the 'Three-pronged Pestle' and decided to fight a desperate battle, had a resolute look in his eyes, having already disregarded life and death.

Because of this, his chakra actually increased dramatically, so much so that he broke through the Chunin level and reached the Jonin level!
The Buddhist secret techniques in the Naruto world also emphasize a breakthrough in mental state.

Once you understand the 'suffering of death', your strength will skyrocket!

"Roar~~~~!!"

With a roar, the Thousand-Handed Black Buddha suddenly opened its mouth, transforming it into a gigantic black maw that descended upon him.

Black energy swirled and churned within the enormous mouth, layer upon layer, almost like ink. Suddenly, a series of strange cries burst forth from it, and hundreds of pale, bloated, and grotesque hands of varying sizes stretched out of the mouth, trying to drag the 'Guanyin' before them into it.

"Come to welcome Thousand Hands Killer!"

As the black Buddha descended, Monk Zhixiong let out a low shout.

In the next instant, one after another, giant golden hands burst forth, like a peacock spreading its tail or the blazing sun; ninety-eight giant hands, imbued with dense chakra, slammed into the black evil Buddha with the force of each strike capable of turning an armored vehicle into a pancake.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Black Buddha lost.

Amidst the continuous clapping sounds,
A crow spread its wings and calmly flew out amidst the raging shockwaves.

This monk, Zhixiong, possesses the "Sage Clan Talent" of the Land of Fire, the ruler of the Land of Fire in the Naruto world. This ability can be seen as a weakened version of "Susanoo" or a chakra version of "Wood Release: True Several Thousand Hands".

Of course, compared to the 'True Several Thousand Hands' that can control the Nine-Tails with one hand,
The 'petite' Guanyin in front of us, who is only a little over fifty meters tall, is only enough for the first generation to slap.

But that was the First Hokage!

At a height of fifty meters, most tailed beasts are no bigger than that.

Although they don't have the endless chakra of the tailed beasts, their Jonin-level strength is already enough to shake the heavens and earth.

In fact, a Jonin can use a wide-range ninjutsu to affect several kilometers—but in most cases, ninjas in the Naruto world would not 'waste' chakra like that. After all, ninjas are highly mobile, so wide-range ninjutsu is just for setting up an area.

It's not Kisame.
The first thing they do when they meet is ask, "Who built the dam?"

Yes,

So all that effort wasn't wasted.

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the other side,
"Yu-kun, what are your thoughts on this crack?"

Onboard the Osprey helicopter flying at full speed, the Vice Minister of Defense of the island nation asked in a low voice.

"I haven't even been there in person, what opinions could I possibly have?"

While scrolling through her tablet, checking intelligence gathered by the government from various regions, Yu casually answered questions.

"These evil spirits don't seem very strong,"

"For a strong person like Youjun, it is naturally not considered strong."

The Vice Minister of State smiled wryly. This 'Onmyoji' with a thousand-year-old tradition could remain calm and collected in the face of rampant evil spirits, but ordinary people could not, and how could the entire island nation possibly sit idly by?
Strength and weakness

That's relative.

"And the sheer number of these evil spirits."

Endless!

Nagasaki and Hiroshima have both 'fallen', with millions trapped in the cities: these evil spirits are terrifying in number and can ignore any terrain.

Human skyscrapers are at their mercy, but once surrounded by multiple 'evil spirits,' ordinary people face certain death. Theoretically, it's not impossible to break through the encirclement if one musters the courage, but how many people dare to say they are fearless in the face of these evil spirits that maintain a deathly form?

Police, Self-Defense Forces, and the Extraordinary Countermeasures Division have rushed to both locations: however, as the area furthest from Tokyo, it is destined to be the region with the most horrific casualties!

And: "The evil spirits are spreading continuously."

"If we can't curb their numbers, this could lead to the entire island nation..."

It will become a ghost town!

"That sounds pretty serious,"

As he stroked his chin, just as You was pondering how to 'deal with' the billions of evil spirits in the underworld, a pair of soft hands grasped his palm.

"Yu-kun, if..."

"Don't panic,"

Yu waved his hand dismissively at Nao's concerns.

"Although the number of these evil spirits is exaggerated, no 'strong ones' have appeared yet."

"If all else fails, we'll go back to Tokyo: with Inari God here, are we afraid that mere demons and monsters would dare to cause trouble?"

That's absolutely impossible!
After all, all of this was part of Yu's plan. Whether it was the 'Yamata no Orochi' or the 'Yomi Evil Spirit,' they were just means for him to improve himself.

The Divine Tree is indeed powerful, but as long as one patiently waits for it to bear the Chakra Fruit, eating it will grant one immortality and the power of the Bloodline Limit.

But that would be too slow; it would take many years.

For the immortal Otsutsuki, this amount of time is naturally no problem.
But for You, what's the difference between not having something to do and being a salted fish?
"Everyone be careful, we have entered the airspace above Fukushima!"

As a warning sounded in the cabin, everyone looked forward: through the windows, they could see rows of human-built structures on the distant land, huge cracks in the sky, and a continuous stream of 'black rain' falling from the sky.

Evil spirits of the underworld

It felt like the end of the world!

No, without superhumans, this is the end of the world!
"Is that a supernatural disaster classified as 'Dragon'?"

A crisp sound rang out, and Hongo Hime, who hadn't appeared for a long time, stared intently at the crack in the sky.

"What, you're interested in fighting evil spirits too?"

"certainly--"

Upon hearing Yu's words, the girl, dressed in the uniform of the Imperial Sakura School, spoke frankly.

"Fighting modern humans is certainly interesting, but it would be a great pleasure to witness martial arts from the past."

Then you're going to be disappointed.

Hina Hongo, the head of the "Human Relief Association" and the source of "civilian" supernatural drugs, has gathered a large number of conglomerates to form the "Kengan Association": the goal is to become the "strongest human". Although she is a highly intelligent eccentric, she can also be said to be very "naive" in a certain sense.

The extraordinary potions she distributed trained many martial artists, which also gave You a lot of 'fighting experience'.

And those people are right there—

"Leave the battle to us."

Inside the cabin, the Ten-Headed Demon King, arms crossed, spoke.

Beside him sat quietly: a bald, muscular man who occupied two seats, his body bulging with muscles, looking like some kind of cyborg; and a cold-looking man wearing a black, form-fitting combat suit with his hair slicked back.

There was also a female kung fu practitioner wearing a traditional Chinese robe and a bun hairstyle; and an unremarkable middle-aged man with a thick beard.

These are all martial artists from the Kengan Association. Each of them can easily defeat a chimera using only their fighting skills, making them true masters.

"How to deal with the cracks in the sky is up to you, Onmyoji."

"Sigh, I'd like to switch jobs with you guys~"

Yu had a 'this is so troublesome' expression on her face.

"Since there's no one else available, I'll reluctantly take this job."

Amidst the casual conversation, the Osprey aircraft began to decelerate, its two propellers rotating ninety degrees, transitioning from straight-line flight mode to hovering mode.

"For the sake of hundreds of millions of lives on this island nation, I urge you all to spare no effort."

The Vice-Minister of Defense bowed ninety degrees to the crowd.

"Do your best~~"

With a wave of his hand behind him, Yu grabbed his class monitor Nao and leaped out, their figures landing straight down.

The next second, a huge, dark bird spread its wings and took flight, carrying the two of them toward the chaotic city ahead.

at the same time--

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh

Six figures leaped off the plane; they were the Kengan Association experts led by Hina Hongo.

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boom! !

"Damn it"

As the final palm strike landed...
The black evil Buddha ultimately could not withstand the 'Buddhist teachings' of the Hundred-Armed Guanyin and vanished in resentment.

"Hu~~"

With a long sigh of relief, Master Zhixiong withdrew his 'supernatural powers'.

As his mind cleared and he embraced life despite the impending death, his 'magical power' suddenly erupted.

The transformation into the Hundred-Armed Guanyin was so natural that she blasted the evil black Buddha into dust. No, she used the supreme Dharma to deliver it from suffering. Congratulations! Congratulations!
"Amitabha,"

With the black evil Buddha dispersed, the 'evil spirits' in this area were reduced to only a few, no longer a threat.

"We're safe for now, Mr. Fujiwara, Mr. Ishikawa, you..."

? !
Turning around, Master Zhixiong froze as he looked at the two old hunters he was protecting behind him.

Because the two elderly people who were supporting each other were no longer moving.

They remained standing, their faces showing fearlessness, yet their pupils were cloudy, clearly indicating that they had already...

died.

This is only natural.
They were already over sixty years old, yet they remained here to withstand the onslaught of numerous evil spirits.

Driven solely by a burning resentment, now that the battle is over, he has naturally lost his vitality.

Ultimately, they are just ordinary people.

But in Zhixiong's view—

"These two old gentlemen are the real heroes."

Facing the bodies of the two elderly people, Monk Zhixiong bowed deeply, then clasped his hands together in prayer:

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

As the scriptures were chanted, rings of golden light spread out, covering a small part of Songjiang City. This Buddhist light, or rather, the chakra, was not intense, and could not even harm ordinary people. However, for the evil spirits that were merely 'echoes of the soul', it was like the scorching sun melting snow or a raging wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Wherever the light shone, the remaining 'evil spirits' disintegrated and vanished like sand, eventually turning into a gentle breeze.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should they be viewed."

Finally, let's end with this classic verse.

Monk Zhixiong bowed deeply once again.

"Farewell, both of you."

Da da da da,

The sound of a helicopter grew louder as it approached. The door to the helicopter opened, and Director Zhu Ya, who witnessed everything, twitched the corner of her mouth.

The government also speculated about where Master Zhixiong had gone. It turned out that the master had foreseen this calamity in the world and had come here in advance to stop those evil spirits that were harming the world.
He truly is a highly respected Buddhist monk!
just
His gaze fell upon the enormous crack in the sky.
Black rain keeps falling, and each drop of black rain is a multitude of evil spirits!
If these strange cracks cannot be resolved, it will still be of no use to the overall situation.

(End of this chapter)