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Chapter 165 I can tell at a glance that you are not human
The image in the mirror was so terrifying, even scarier than the horror movies he watched as a child.

Hiyori, who had initially been skeptical of what Dojoji Bell said, was now inclined to believe that what the other party said was true.

But he remained in stealth mode, lest the monster in front of him suddenly turn hostile.

At that moment, the Cloud Mirror, which was also one of the Hundred Ghosts, reflected the true form of Pudu Cihang in front of them.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes and gasp.

The opponent turned out to be a giant centipede with two horns on its head, exuding an overwhelming demonic aura.

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

Just then, as if sensing that someone was watching, the centipede in the mirror seemed to come alive, raising its head and roaring, its scarlet eyes falling on the two people and one demon outside the mirror.

Spicy balls.

An even stronger chill than before instantly swept through Flying Eagle's entire body. He reacted quickly, reaching out to grab Yako and the bell of Dojoji on the other side.

boom! !

The next second, golden light surged above the mountain where they were, and a huge palm print radiating golden Buddhist light descended from the sky, crushing trees and rocks and leveling the entire mountain.

"Hiss, hiss hiss."

Standing beside Pudu Cihang, seeing the kind-faced old monk suddenly erupt in anger, Mitsui Tetsuya's legs went weak with fright. He stared blankly at the distant mountain peak that had been flattened, leaving only a huge palm print, and said in a trembling voice, "Master Xishan, what is this?!"

"Amitabha, this humble monk senses some petty villains secretly watching us; they must be some of the ghosts who slipped through the net."

Pudu Cihang clasped his hands together, expressionless. He seemed to walk slowly, but in fact, he took only a few steps to reach the location where Feiying, Yazi, and Daochengji Bell were. He glanced around, snorted coldly, and sat down cross-legged.

"What is this wicked monk up to?!"

In the shadowy space, the eagle was so frightened that it dared not move.

It would have been better if Pudu Cihang hadn't made a move; he might not have believed the nonsense about the Daocheng Temple Bell.

But the other party's extreme reaction almost completely confirmed that the centipede in the mirror was the true form of this evil monk.

"Oh no, he's about to chant his death-slaying mantra! You all need to get inside quickly!"

The bell of Dojoji Temple, which had just been saved by the eagle, returned the favor by lifting its own body so that they could hide inside its bell.

"Namo Amitabha."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."

"Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

Sure enough, the next moment, the chanting of Buddhist scriptures began.

Upon hearing this scripture imbued with profound Buddhist Zen meaning, citizens throughout Kyoto displayed boundless reverence, and a strong urge to become monks welled up within them.

For the three Flying Eagles facing the deadly chanting, their advantage of holding the snake talisman and being in the shadow space, which allowed them to eavesdrop on conversations outside, has now become a fatal flaw.

The eerie and sinister chanting was like a tide, like silk threads. Although there was no thunderous sound, it was continuous, incomprehensible, and impossible to sever. Once it entered the ears, it would plunge one into a state of illusion, leaving one with only the desire to die.

"Oh dear, I can't take it anymore! It's all the fault of that companion of yours with the knife who slashed my bell. Otherwise, this mere death-reaping chant wouldn't have been able to do anything to me."

Within the shadowy space, the bell of Dojoji rang out in pain, yet it didn't forget to boast to itself.

"So, do you have any ideas at all?!"

Flying Eagle was also about to reach his limit. His eyes were bloodshot, veins were bulging on his forehead, and he was so in pain that he wished he could smash his head against the inner wall of the bronze bell and die.

Meanwhile, Yako had already done so, her expression contorted in pain, repeatedly banging her head against the inner wall of the bronze bell in front of her. Her fair, smooth forehead was now a patch of bright red, bleeding profusely.
"Wait, I'm already thinking of a solution, Master Jianzhen, please forgive me."

Daochengji Zhong, who was actually only a nominal disciple, hesitated for a long time before finally opening the Buddhist shrine hidden inside his body, which contained nine relics of Jianzhen after his death.

Of course, this was also arranged by Lu Bai.

However, this did not prevent the Dōjōji bell from opening the shrine and releasing an incomparably dazzling golden light, which shut out the deadly chanting that was driving the three of them crazy.

At the same time, Pudu Cihang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, seemed to sense something. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed deep in his eyes. He put his hands together in front of his chest, and his kasaya moved without wind. The life-threatening chanting from his mouth became even more powerful.

Some Kyoto citizens who wanted to get up close to the eminent monk have now had the chance.

Although the goal of the salvation of all beings was not with them, they could not withstand the lingering effects of the shockwaves. They stared blankly, grinning foolishly on the spot.

In even worse cases, they would become like they were possessed, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing frantically, chanting "Put down the butcher's knife" while crying out about their grave sins and the terrible things they had done, begging the master to have mercy and help them escape their suffering.

The speech given by Mitsui Tetsuya, the second son of the Mitsui Group, even caught the attention of Lu Bai, the mastermind behind the scenes.

He knelt on the ground, frantically slapping himself while crying out:

"I'm a terrible person. Not only did I take advantage of my brother's business trip to have an affair with my sister-in-law, but I also secretly drugged and slept with my father's newlywed wife. I even threatened my cousin, Reiko."

His perverted ethical scandals were exposed, and he was drowsy in Lu Bai's arms. Qingqiu Fox Nine Lives, who had just cosplayed the Inari God with him, suddenly perked up and quietly pricked up his ears, listening intently.

"Children shouldn't listen to this."

Lu Bai raised his hand somewhat speechlessly, silencing the chaotic sounds. He focused most of his attention on the spiritual space in front of him, which had completely materialized after absorbing a large number of souls from Kyoto.

"We keep talking about celestial bodies converging and connecting to other worlds, so why not use this space to create a real secret realm to practice our skills?"

After a moment of thought, Lu Bai moved swiftly and arrived at the deep-sea trench located in the eastern part of Kashima Beach on Honshu Island, Japan.

This area is also known as the Japan Trench, one of the deepest trenches in the world, reaching a depth of 10374 meters.

Lu Bai's purpose in coming here was, of course, to work as a porter.

boom! !

With a thought, the spiritual space within the Bai Ze monster diagram unfolded, and a large amount of seawater and silt poured in. Gradually, an island appeared in the empty spiritual space.

The island is covered with rolling hills and dense forests.

Of course, most importantly, in a deep mountain forest, Lu Bai used his architectural knowledge to build a dilapidated temple, and the temple plaque reads the words "Lanruo".

Meanwhile, in the shadowy space, as the death-reaping chants uttered by Pudu Cihang grew louder, Feiying and the others' expressions turned painful again, as if every nerve in their brains was being torn apart by thousands of ants, a feeling that made them wish they were dead.

"Ahhh."

If this continues, Flying Eagle feels like he might want to become a monk.

Fortunately, at this moment, the light emitted by the nine relics in the shrine suddenly intensified, forming a phantom image of an old monk in gray robes with an ancient face.

"Amitabha." As the gray-robed old monk put his hands together and uttered a Buddhist chant, the death-stricken chant that had tormented Flying Eagle and the others to the point of wanting to commit suicide finally disappeared.

A monk's face appeared on the inner wall of the bronze bell.

Daocheng Temple Bell looked at the old monk in gray robes and was so happy he almost jumped up. With tears in his eyes, he said, "Master Jianzhen, I have finally seen you again."

"Idiot."

The gray-robed old monk raised his hand and gently stroked the inner wall of the bronze bell. Although he was blind, he seemed to be able to see through the hearts of Flying Eagle and the others.

Without them needing to speak, he already knew their current predicament. He sighed softly, his eyes fixed on the outside world, and said to the Bodhisattva of Compassion:

"In the end, this matter is my fault. Back then, I was invited by the Japanese envoy to Tang China to cross the sea to Japan for the third time. There was no wind or waves along the way, but fate played a trick on me. A rift appeared in the sky above the East China Sea, and a great demon with the bloodline of the Heavenly Centipede escaped from it, causing storms and chaos and bringing calamity to the world."

"Together with Yan Chixia, a swordsman from Mount Shu who rushed to the scene upon hearing the news, we subdued this great demon. Master Yan originally intended to kill it, but seeing its profound Buddhist nature and repentant heart, I took it to Japan to personally teach and reform it. Alas..."

At this point, Jianzhen sighed deeply, put his hands together in front of his chest and said, "A thousand years have passed, and the Buddha's power in these relics left by this old monk is less than one-tenth, which is no longer enough to help you subdue the Bodhisattva of Compassion."

"What should we do, Master Jianzhen?!"

With blood all over her forehead and face, Yako, who had gone from a delicate girl to a crazy woman, asked anxiously.

"The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Dao is forty-nine, and man escapes one." Jianzhen looked out at the outside world, his eyes seemingly shimmering with light.

"The rift in the cave has reappeared, and it's located seven hundred miles to the east of here."

"That's Tokyo!!"

Flying Eagle reacted immediately.

At the same time, it was noticed that Master Jianzhen seemed to have used some kind of supernatural power, as the Buddhist light on his body gradually dimmed and his figure gradually became transparent.

"Back then, to prevent any more demons from escaping from that rift in the cave and wreaking havoc on the East Sea, the great hero Yan fled into it alone with his sword, and has been missing ever since."

“I will use the remaining Buddhist power to help you go in and search for him. If you can find him, then the lives of the Japanese people are not meant to end.”

As he uttered these words, Jianzhen's figure grew fainter and fainter, until finally he raised his hand and waved it.

The nine relics in the shrine released an intensely bright golden light, enveloping the flying eagle, the budding girl, and the bell of Dojoji Temple, which disappeared into the shadowy space and headed east, disappearing into the spatial rift above Tokyo.

"This is??!"

Many people in Tokyo who stay up late noticed this fleeting golden light.
At the Tokyo Meteorological Agency, when Shota Hinata, the staff member on duty, saw the images taken by the weather satellite on his computer, he suddenly stood up and looked incredulously at his colleague next to him, who was drowsy and pecking at rice like a chicken, and shook him awake.

"Takumi, look! It looks like a crack has appeared in the sky above Tokyo."

"How could that be, Shota? Don't joke around. I haven't slept all night. Let me take a nap."

Despite his young age, Takumi Morikawa had already gained weight and developed a large beer belly. He yawned sleepily, leaned on the table, and prepared to continue sleeping.

But then Hinata Shota shouted directly into his ear, "The manager is here."

"Oh no, where is he?!"

The overweight worker suddenly sat up, instantly sober, and looked around in a panic.

"I was just kidding, but what I said earlier was true!!"

Hinata Shota crossed his arms and raised his chin to show him the computer screen.

"Hiss, Nani, how is this possible?"

Takumi Morikawa, whose attention was finally focused on the surveillance camera, gaped wide-eyed, his chubby face, clad in glasses, filled with disbelief.

A few minutes later, they quickly reported the matter.

Soon, the cabinet ministers who had not yet left the meeting room at the Prime Minister's residence learned of this matter.

Having already learned from Prime Minister Shigeru Ishiba that the first passage between Earth and other worlds had appeared during the celestial conjunction, the cabinet ministers in Tokyo, Japan, were not particularly surprised upon hearing the news.

Their main question was why a golden light had flown from Kyoto to Tokyo and even entered the passage they had never seen before.

"How about we ask Master Xishan?"

After exchanging glances, the cabinet defense minister offered his suggestions.

He figured that since the golden light appeared at the very spot where Master Nishiyama Akihiko was dealing with the remaining demons, the other party might know the inside story.

"good."

This suggestion was unanimously agreed upon by others.

Soon, they obtained some useful information from Kyoto.

A staff member reported in the video: "Master Nishiyama said that the hundred demons were unwilling to be exorcised and attempted to open a passage in the sky above Tokyo to release more demons from inside."

"Nani?!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the meeting room was taken aback.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary stood up and pressed, "Does Master Nishiyama have any ideas on how to resolve this situation?!"

"The master said that he had already exhausted his strength to exorcise the hundred ghosts and should not interfere in this matter anymore, but..."

At this point, the staff member's face showed immense admiration.

"But for the sake of hundreds of millions of Japanese citizens, he's willing to sacrifice his life to seal this passage!!!"

This is a truly enlightened monk!
In the conference room, the Onmyoji, Shinto priests, and monks, who had initially been quite envious and jealous of their colleague Nishiyama Akihiko for receiving the favor of the gods and Buddhas, all showed expressions of admiration upon hearing this.

They knew they couldn't possess such selflessness.

But having such eminent monks as their support undoubtedly makes people feel very reassured.

"The master also said..."

The staff member continued, "To ensure everything goes smoothly, this Water and Land Dharma Assembly will be held in Tokyo. It would be best if all high-ranking officials from headquarters and His Majesty the Emperor could attend and pray for blessings at the inner altar of the assembly."

"Only in this way can we borrow the fortune of the entire Great Japanese Empire to seal this passage in one fell swoop."

"Alright, in the name of the Prime Minister, I agree to all of Master Nishiyama's conditions!!"

In the other video, Japanese Prime Minister Shigeru Ishiba slammed his fist on the table and said firmly.

(End of this chapter)