I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 665 I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty.

"Prime Minister, Ministers!"

"KYG has encountered the 'Espada'—"

The government official, who had stumbled and scrambled into the cabinet meeting room, was still out of breath and his voice cracked as he clutched his tablet.

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"Is that news-hater still alive?"

"Did they escape?!"

The cabinet ministers, who were discussing and directing troops and police in various regions, were taken aback and began to ask questions.

To be honest, they don't like that guy KYG. He's a Japanese national, yet he goes around groveling to rich girls from the "sea country"!

It's one thing to fawn over them, but to not even include them in the discussion! It's truly enviable...cough cough, infuriating. Furthermore, KYG's reports don't notify the government; often he enjoys himself on stream, but the subsequent troublesome public relations storms are left for the government to handle.

But if KYG really dies—who will go to the battlefield to broadcast the Extraordinary Battle?

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh, no"

A panting government official raised his tablet.
"Lord KYG is suppressing 'Strangling' from the 'Espada'."

Ah? ? ?
Looking at the high-tech-style, yet instantly recognizable two-tone figure on the tablet, the Digital Minister pushed up his reading glasses.

"Isn't that Kamen Rider?"

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"Ha! Evil will ultimately be defeated by justice!"

"Surrender, you evil spirit!"

Suddenly, the 'chuunibyou' declaration rang out on the huge billboards by the roadside, on television sets, and even inside mobile phones.

Throughout the island nation, whether in the three metropolitan areas of Tokyo, Osaka, and Umibozu, where order could still be maintained, or in other towns fleeing the chaos, network signals were restored everywhere. However, the first thing that appeared was a group of highly advanced 'armored men' beating up an 'evil spirit'.

"The network signal is back!"

"What is this? A tokusatsu drama from the last era?"

"Mom, is that the Fly Monster?"

"It's Kamen Rider,"

As network signals reappeared, people instinctively pulled out their phones: on them was a Kamen Rider with his hands on his belt, striking a "strongman pose" with his hips thrusting.

this,

What kind of show is this?
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is KYG!"

The familiar voice startled tens of millions of viewers in the island nation.

How did this "News King" suddenly transform into a Kamen Rider? And opposite him: the entire ground, buildings, and sky are filled with countless writhing lines!

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be countless 'ropes' covering the entire battlefield.

"In this extraordinary era,"

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He flicked the metal cloak behind him,

The Kamen Rider, half green and half black, strikes a pose while raising his hand, pointing at the evil spirit opposite him, which is surrounded by countless ropes and has a rope around its neck.

"Without fighting, there is no way to survive."

“Tata kaiyo,”

"One self-draw, and you're good!"

The next instant, KYG, dressed as a Kamen Rider, vanished.

Tear—!!!

The battlefield, composed of countless ropes, was suddenly torn apart, leaving a straight trajectory.

"Hmph, the desolate sea death line!"

As the evil spirit with a rope around its neck raised its hand, the earth surged like a tsunami: countless ropes formed layers upon layers of waves, rushing towards KYG's location, threatening to crush and submerge him.

"Knight's Spin!"

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The surging 'waves' were suddenly torn apart out of thin air, forming a huge circular 'hole'.

Behind KYG, who was spinning at high speed, a metal cape suddenly extended out, forming a huge fan of blades that flew and spread out; driven by his high speed, it turned into a deadly attack.

KYG does possess a rare 'Swift Escape' bloodline, but he hasn't fought before, and he does lack offensive means, which is why he appears weak.

Now, the "Internet Goddess" Gui Gui uses her power to transform into a "high-tech armor" that envelops KYG, making up for his shortcomings.

It appears to be high-tech, but in reality it is a condensation of extraordinary power.

"Speed ​​is power!"

After tearing apart the 'tidal wave' made of ropes, KYG even had time to stop and show off, pointing his finger to the sky.

"With this next strike, I will aim for your head."

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Almost the instant KYG finished speaking, the evil spirit in the distance vanished.
He didn't disappear on his own; he was kicked in the face.

"Knight Flying Kick!"

The next moment, a mountain range in the distance of the battlefield suddenly expanded;

First, it formed a huge sphere, and then it exploded in all directions with a roar; countless pieces of earth and rocks were carried out by the circular white shock wave, forming a giant crater!
Rumble rumble rumble rumble rumble~~!!

The attack landed, and the deafening roar of the explosion followed, causing the screen to shake violently.

However, it was just a tremor. Despite the impact that shattered mountains, the live broadcast signal was not interrupted because:
"Go KYG!"

A vibrant voice came through the live stream.

"By the way, this live stream is exclusively sponsored by me, 'GuiGui,' and I'm also the photographer~~"

On the battlefield outside Qinye City, ropes were wildly swinging everywhere, and more than a dozen 'cameras' flew in the air, emitting a golden light. These were the magical artifacts created by 'Ghost': only by relying on these 'artifacts' could the live broadcast be conducted on this battlefield.

And the audience for the live stream is naturally:
Don't get too cocky!

boom------

Amidst the furious shouts, the giant crater exploded;

The intertwined ropes transformed into hundreds of meters long 'tentacles' that roared out!

These tentacle-like ropes swept across the buildings, tearing them in half and scattering them like trash.

But what good is great power?

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A figure flashed and stood on a 'tentacle'.

"evil,"

"Your arrogance ends here!"

With his arms crossed over his chest, letting the tentacles swing wildly, KYG's "Kamen Rider version" turned his head as if nailed to them.

A giant compound eye appeared on countless people's phone screens, accompanied by a calm voice.

"Everyone, do you believe in 'light'?"

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While countless people were stunned, the sounds continued to emanate from cell phones, computers, televisions, and billboards.

"Please lend me your light!"

this--

Honestly, this is the epitome of childishness;

However, we cannot overcome the fact that we are now in an extraordinary era, and the island nation is currently facing numerous crises.

"I'll lend it to you,"

"Go, Kamen Rider!"

"Slay that evil spirit, justice will prevail!"

From Hokkaido to Okinawa, from Tokyo to Osaka, whether sitting at home or fleeing, men, women, and children stopped in their tracks, clenching their fists and shouting at the live streams on their phones and the projected advertisements on the streets.

Countless mental fluctuations traveled through the network to the center of the battlefield.

"I have indeed received your kind intentions."

It rose gracefully, and golden patterns emerged from its half-green, half-black high-tech armor; magnificent, domineering, and awe-inspiring. This was the embodiment of 'divine power'.

"Repent, evil spirit!"

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This sudden change left the 'hanging' man's face, which had been contorted with rage, ashen.

How could he absorb the spiritual energy of outsiders during a battle?

You don’t follow martial ethics!
Before he could say anything, the ninth seat of the 'Ten Blades' was engulfed by golden light.

"Knight Emperor's Sky-Splitting Slash!"

—A gloomy, dim yellow light, like a pot, enveloped the room.

On the ground covered with pebbles, a persistent yellowish-brown dust cloud filled the air, merging the heavens and the earth into one, creating a hazy, indistinct atmosphere.

"Woooooo~~"

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"Why, why, why?"

A tall, fused monster was struggling, howling, crying, and roaring. On the monster's body were men and women, old and young, as if a group of people had been haphazardly lumped together.

Thus have I heard. At one time the Buddha was in the Trayastrimsa Heaven, preaching the Dharma to his mother; at that time, in countless worlds throughout the ten directions…

The monster was only struggling because a young monk was sitting cross-legged in front of it, chanting sutras with his palms together.

As the monks chanted sutras, golden sutras swirled and spread beneath the monster's feet, binding it within them; this sight made the monster howl in terror even more.

This Buddhist scripture is not meant to cause harm.
It was only to restrain him, or rather, 'them'.

"If there are virtuous men and women, after their death, their past sins and heavy karmic burdens will be permanently absolved."

“In future lives, sentient beings and their families who have exhausted their blessings will enjoy supreme bliss; those who have fallen into evil realms will be liberated.”

Amidst the chanting of sutras, the young monk radiated a gentle Buddhist light; under this light, the monster slowly calmed down and began to peel away.

Yes, from this fused monster, individual 'people' were being peeled off: some were missing hands, some were missing feet, some were in a daze, and some were crying in terror. Meanwhile, the 'Buddha's light' from the young monk continued to fly out and land on their gaps.

Under the influence of these 'Buddha's Light' rays, the limbs of these men and women, young and old, regrowed, and even their reason was restored.

"us?"

Where is this place?

"I remember I was dead, wasn't I? How could this be—"

After a moment of surprise, the crowd, now fully awake, turned their attention to the young monk sitting cross-legged in front of them, chanting sutras.

"Master Zhixiong?!"

"Weren't you... cough cough, you passed away?"

"Wait, I'm dead too, which means this is the underworld!"

The crowd gasped in astonishment. When they noticed the 'monster' beside them, they instinctively moved away. It wasn't until they saw the mutilated 'people' peeled off from above, their limbs gradually being restored in the Buddha's light, that they regained their senses.
"Master, what is this?"

Thinking back carefully, it seems that I was once part of this 'monster'?

"Amitabha,"

After everyone had separated and regained their senses, the young monk Zhixiong, whose light had dimmed, opened his eyes and slowly stood up.

"Esteemed benefactors, this place is indeed 'Yomihirasaka'."

"Please follow me, I will take you to the underworld, 'Fengdu': a city for the dead."

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"Thank you, Master."

"Master, yes! Everyone, follow!"

Many spirits bowed and expressed their gratitude. Among them, some quick-witted ones hesitated to speak, but in the end, they only greeted the others.

The group advanced through a gloomy, yellowish haze: the ground was filled with sharp, jagged rocks, and a few withered trees stood nearby, their sprawling, tangled branches resembling ghostly claws. This made it clear to all the 'people' that after their deaths, they had reached the underworld.

"Hey?"

As they walked, a soft, hesitant sound suddenly came from ahead.

Soon, a small white figure appeared in the mist.

This person was dressed in an ancient Japanese kimono and wore a tall white hat. At first glance, he looked like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. However, this was the underworld, where could there be an ordinary child?

Moreover, the little girl was holding a white banner for summoning souls.

“Amitabha, this humble monk has met the White Child.”

Zhi Xiong, who was leading the group, clasped his hands together and gave a spiritual explanation to the astonished ordinary people behind him.

"This 'White Boy' is the messenger of the underworld 'Fengdu' who guides the souls of the dead."

Oh, so you're from the underworld.

The souls behind Zhixiong felt relieved, while the little girl known as 'White Child' tilted her head to look at everyone.

"Master Zhixiong,"

"You are using your spiritual power to replenish your remnant soul again."

The little girl seemed to have seen this scene before, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Do you know that if this continues, you will disappear!"

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It is said that "children speak without restraint," and this "white-haired boy" also says whatever comes to mind.

Completely ignoring the crowd behind Monk Zhixiong, whose expressions had all changed.

The reason they were able to regain their senses was because—

"Amitabha Buddha," the Buddha said.

Master Zhixiong, however, showed neither joy nor sorrow, calmly joining his palms together.

"For the benefit of all sentient beings, for the sake of attaining the supreme and unsurpassed path, I am moved by great compassion and the willingness to relinquish even the most difficult things."

The translation is: sacrificing oneself to feed a tiger, cutting off one's own flesh to feed an eagle, offering one's own body to save others—this is what is meant by compassion.

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"What? We—"

"Master, you don't need to do this!"

"We are not worthy of being saved by someone as important as you."

Hearing this conversation, those souls who subconsciously followed Master Zhixiong belatedly realized: how many of them could remain conscious after falling into the underworld?

They can still think and move freely now, all because of Master Zhixiong, who saved them with his own power!

"All beings are equal, so how can there be such a thing as a great person?"

Monk Zhixiong smiled and shook his head, then pointed to 'White Boy'.

"Gentlemen, from now on, this 'White Child' will lead the way, while I continue to perform rituals to guide the departed souls."

"Grandmaster!"

A middle-aged man who appeared to be a policeman based on his clothing couldn't help but step forward to dissuade him.

"The human world is currently being ravaged by the 'Espada,' with countless ordinary people dying and being injured. You—"

How many can be saved?

"Saving one is saving one."

After saying this, the young monk turned around.

"My wish now is to cultivate the Bodhisattva path in this impure world and make it as pure and bright as the world of fragrance and immaculate beauty."

Watching the young monk's figure disappear,

The souls of these ordinary people who were saved all clasped their hands together in prayer.

“Excellent, Master, you are truly a Bodhisattva.”

"May I ride the ship of wisdom to widely ferry all beings across the sea of ​​suffering!"

May the Dharma Master cultivate both blessings and wisdom, and attain enlightenment soon.

"Goodbye, Master!"

I'm ashamed.

Men, women, young and old alike offered their sincere blessings to Master Zhixiong. If it weren't for this master, they would still be mindless, wandering evil spirits.

"Yes, this master is indeed like Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Even the 'White Child' carrying the soul-summoning banner couldn't help but sigh, however:

"Of course, it's still a bit inferior to my parents."

After saying that, she waved the soul-summoning banner in her hand.

"Now that you've all regained your senses, come with me."

“I will take you to Fengdu, where you can join the Six Departments and Twelve Teams, or you can live as ordinary people until your lifespan ends and you will be reincarnated.”

As the 'White Child' turned to walk back, the souls immediately followed instinctively: it wasn't that they were unprepared, but rather that they had no choice: the soul-summoning banners in the hands of the 'White Child's' were not just for show, but were funerary objects used by them to drive away evil spirits and guide rational souls.

As for Master Zhixiong?

Of course, it is to continue to fulfill his vow.

He used his 'spiritual power' to save the lingering souls of those who had died.

I vow not to become a Buddha until hell is empty; I will only attain enlightenment when all sentient beings are liberated!
(End of this chapter)