A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 143 The Buddha has made his decision; you will come.
After a few hours,
"The high monk performed the feat of 'turning iron into mud,' revealing the boundless power of Buddhism?"

Back at his own temple, the young monk watched the live broadcast on Kyoto TV, lost in thought.

"They must have used props."

Watching the radiant, smiling old monk on TV, surrounded by the Kyoto City government officials, and carefully examining the crowd behind him, Luo indeed couldn't see his fellow disciple.

He's probably already dead.

Supernatural fruits are not good things.

"With this strength, what can't we do?"

Eating a supernatural fruit grants one 'E' level supernatural power. But that's all: like an old monk on TV, who needs props to perform 'Buddhist teachings'.

Don't forget, the standard for Class E is a fully armed American soldier; this level of strength is far from invincible in human society.

No, even a squad of elite soldiers might not be able to defeat them.

"Strength is good, but one must be alive to enjoy it."

He Luo shook his head slightly.

He was different from those monks who were preparing to "flee for their lives."

He still has his own temple, his own home, and his own life.

"Fighting and killing aren't for me,"

He just wanted to live a peaceful and uneventful life. Well, in this era, you never know whether death or an accident will come first. But if he actually ate the supernatural fruit, he would be hunted down by the Pure Land Sect; that kind of life was not what Luo wanted.

"With the 'achievements' of the last draw, we should be able to stay calm for at least a short period of time."

that's enough.

"Whoever wakes up from a big dream first will know it in my life."

The young monk, 'He Luo,' lay back on the cushion behind him, preparing to go to sleep.

Those dirty schemes, those dangerous battles, those mercenary dealings—none of them concerned him. He was merely a monk who had inherited the family business; his job was to chant sutras for the deceased, perform burials, and sweep graves, to help them complete their final journey.

That's all, and that's all we can do.

"Unmoved by the sight of treasures, indifferent to the threat of death."

"You little monk, you do have some wisdom."

???

Just as he closed his eyes to take a nap, a sound in his ear made Luo suddenly open his eyes and sit up.

"you--"

In his living room, a woman wearing a jeweled crown and a plain silk robe appeared out of nowhere. She had a round and plump face, eyebrows like a crescent moon, and eyes like twin stars. She held a jade vase and a willow branch in her hand and was adorned with necklaces and precious ornaments all over her body.

Moreover, the newcomer was surrounded by golden light, and the wheel of merit above his head was as bright as the sun.
The light instantly cleared Luo's mind and filled his body with power.

How could Luo, a member of the Pure Land School, not recognize this classic outfit?

"Guanyin Bodhisattva?!"

Pure Land Buddhism enshrines Amitabha Buddha, but it also enshrines Kannon: for example, Hase-dera Temple in Kamakura enshrines an eleven-faced Kannon Bodhisattva statue.

He Luo can swear that he was the only one in the living room before he closed his eyes!
After ruling out the possibility of hallucination, the remaining possibilities are:

"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk greets the Bodhisattva."

get up,

He respectfully put his hands together in a prayer-like gesture.

In the past, it might have been due to eating the wrong mushrooms; but now we live in the supernatural era, and Luo is relatively clean-living and hasn't been involved with drugs, so it's just that he's unlucky.
"Little monk, every cloud has a silver lining."

Seemingly seeing through the young monk's inner turmoil, this 'Guanyin Bodhisattva' smiled slightly.

"The world is about to descend into chaos, and it is the time to save all living beings. The Boundless Venerable has commanded me to come here to select a savior."

With this opening statement, the rest is self-evident: it's quite clear that the 'savior' chosen by Guanyin is Heluo!
As for why 'chaos is imminent'?
Then don't ask any more questions.

"Are you willing?"

"I--"

Luo almost rolled his eyes, completely disregarding his image.

Can I refuse?
He was just an ordinary little monk.
I have absolutely no interest in anything about 'saving all living beings' or 'propagating Buddhism'.

Since Guanyin Bodhisattva is right in front of you, even a fool would know that there is absolutely no option to refuse: Buddhism has plenty of 'supernatural powers' to make people 'willing'.

"I am filled with trepidation, fearing that I will fail in my duty."

Since a direct refusal wasn't possible, an indirect approach had to be tried, but unfortunately:
"It doesn't matter,"

Just as Luo thought to himself, "As expected," the compassionate and kind-faced Bodhisattva in front of him had already pulled out a willow branch.

"Just do it: to understand your own mind and see your true nature is true spiritual practice."

After saying that, he waved the willow branch in his hand.

twinkling lights
It landed on Luo.

"I am in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, waiting for my junior brother to return."

After speaking, the Bodhisattva also turned into countless stars and disappeared into thin air, leaving only the young monk standing in his own living room.

"I"

They shook hands, and Luo closed his eyes.

"Junior brother?"

In Buddhism, fellow practitioners often address each other as "fellow disciples," but the junior disciple spoken of by a Bodhisattva is completely different from the junior disciple spoken of by an ordinary person!
"So, I was originally supposed to be an Arhat? Or a Bodhisattva or something like that?"

It is definitely not the Buddha, because although Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva is powerful and very active in many myths, he is not the most enlightened being and cannot be called the Buddha: since he calls himself "junior brother", it proves that Hera's status is below him.

"This is really——"

This is anything but cheerful!

Scratching his bald head, the young monk and Luo both had expressions of 'trouble' on their faces.

Being an Arhat in a past life? Sounds cool, but think about it: if you suddenly regain your memories, would you be a 'Lohan' or an Arhat?

"I think, therefore I am."

If even one's thoughts change, wouldn't that be tantamount to death?

"Ugh, what a hassle, what a hassle."

I thought I could finally rest for a while, but unexpectedly, the Buddhist community of the Pure Land came knocking on my door.

For something like this, it would be better to go find the fierce and warlike 'senior brother,' who is probably already dead.

Knock knock knock,

"Dad, I'm going away for a while."

Arriving at the main hall from which the chanting of sutras was emanating, I knocked on the door; amidst the chanting, a strong, resonant voice replied, "Okay."

The chanting is played automatically.

He Luo knew very well that his father was watching a baseball game in the main hall.

The old monk's dream back then was to reach Koshien Stadium: however, he couldn't even get past the preliminaries and was beaten up by the old monk, so he obediently inherited the family business.

This is the Buddhism of an island nation!
"What era are we living in? Still talking about reincarnation to save the world?"

Muttering to himself in frustration, he and Luo went out again, ready to test his newly acquired ability.

He doesn't really have any ambition; he just wants to live a peaceful life. But if he really wants to do something, he will naturally go all out and be extremely proactive.

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.

Jiaoye City,
"Come out, sprinkler lotus!"

As Wood Sprite #17 clapped his hands, a giant vine sprouted from the ground.

Above the vines are huge pink flower buds: as the buds bloom, they transform into delicate pink lotus flowers.

Immediately afterwards, streams of water gushed out from the lotus seedpod in the center of the lotus, quickly turning the surrounding area into a small pond.

"this?"

However, number 17 frowned.

"Besides putting out fires, what else is this skill good for?"

The water flow was not large; the gushing water had neither impact nor cutting power. Essentially, it was just groundwater being pumped out and sprayed onto the ground. Therefore, its effectiveness in combat was limited.

“With Lord Liuhe here, no one dares to set fire here.”

No wonder that woman died; this kind of ability really doesn't help in combat.

"Ok?"

I secretly ran here on the 17th.
While experimenting with her new abilities, she suddenly sensed the death of a nearby 'human-faced tree'.

These 'wood spirits' are created by Liuhe to command plants in battle, filling the intellectual gap of ordinary plants that are 'brainless'.

So on the 17th, you could feel that a 'human-faced tree' had been killed.

"Hmph, those wretched humans again."

After acquiring three abilities, Number 17's confidence soared!
"I am not the same person I was yesterday."

Let those human corpses pave the way for the start of her path to becoming a powerful being.

Thinking of this, Number 17 pushed off with his feet, leaped onto the roof, and ran towards the direction from which the death of the Human-Faced Tree was coming.

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.

"So easy?"

Looking at the 'human-faced tree' lying on the ground in front of him, Luo's face showed surprise.

Although he knew that since it was the Bodhisattva himself, the power would not be weak, the fact that he could defeat the Human-Faced Tree, which was rated as E+ level, right after obtaining it still left the young monk somewhat dazed.

The Human-Faced Tree, standing eight meters tall and capable of lifting several tons, its body sturdy and entwined with vines, should have been rated D-level, but its 'brainless' intelligence dragged it down, resulting in a rating of only E+. With the help of tools and terrain, ordinary people also have a chance to kill this monster.

of course,

Those who can do it are the 'chosen ones'.

Before most people could even react, they were smashed into a pulp.

Facing a monster four or five stories high, capable of creating a deep crater with a single punch; to be able to dodge and weave through its attacks and ultimately find a way to defeat it requires both luck and skill, and that would be underestimating mercenaries from various countries.

"Ok?"

Before they could even remove the 'supernatural fruit' from inside the human-faced tree, Kazuo sensed something rapidly approaching.

brush----

Boom!
A petite female figure flew in.
It crashed heavily onto the street, sending grass and trees flying and dirt and stones flying, and an arrogant voice rang out.

"So it was you who killed my family's human-faced tree?"

"Amitabha,"

As the smoke and dust dissipated, it revealed green skin, plant patterns, vines as clothing, and a wreath of flowers on its head. What else could it be but a 'wood spirit'?
"This humble monk has met with benefactor number 17."

?

"Monk, do you know me?"

In response to the surprised question from #17, He Luo, who had witnessed their battle, clasped his hands together in prayer.

"We had a chance encounter."

"Very well, then kill yourself—"

Number 17 raised her little face and continued speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Since you know how powerful I am, don't struggle, so I won't have to take action."

Do not,
I saw you get blasted away by someone's claw.

Of course, Luo didn't need to say such things aloud; he simply raised his hand and loosened his collar.

“My name is He Luo, I am 23 years old. I live in the Chayacho area of ​​Higashiyama Ward, Kyoto City, and I am unmarried.”

“I work at my family’s temple, where I exercise for two hours every day and finish my evening prayers by 8 p.m. at the latest. I don’t smoke and I only drink alcohol in moderation.”

"I go to bed at 11 p.m. and make sure I get a full 8 hours of sleep. Before bed, I drink a glass of warm milk, then do 20 minutes of gentle exercises to warm up before going to sleep. I can usually sleep soundly until dawn. Like a baby, I never leave fatigue and stress for the next day. Even the doctor says I'm perfectly normal."

? ?
As the bald man began his long self-introduction, Wood Spirit 17 tilted her head, her small face full of confusion.

"Who asked you?"

What a strange fellow; the Buddhist sects of island nations are all like this.
"I just want to say that I have no extravagant desires, I only hope to live a peaceful life."

He took off his shirt.
Revealing his well-defined muscles, the young monk and Luo continued speaking.

"Winning and losing are things I dislike worrying about the most. Because that only brings trouble and enemies. I'm a content person, and that's my philosophy of life."

Next second,
His muscles,

A golden light, visible to the naked eye, emerged.

"However, if it comes down to a fight, I will not lose to anyone."

???

"Very good, I like a confident enemy like you!"

Although he sensed something was amiss with the guy in front of him, Number 17, who had already acquired three abilities, was equally confident.

"Defeating the strong is what makes it exciting!"

(End of this chapter)