It was a rainy morning at the end of May.

In the atmosphere of confrontation, the abbot of Zenkokuji Temple stood up and slowly bowed to the high platform. Then, he turned his eyes and his soft eyes fell on Fujiwara Izaya. He also bowed slowly and made a solemn bow.

Thank you.

"Things should start from a year ago."

Under everyone's doubtful gaze, he spoke about what happened between him and Fujiwara Izaya.

"One day in June last year, the old monk's son Qingsi suddenly asked the old monk for a cemetery, saying that he wanted to bury the remains of a victim who was killed by a grudge and had no family to claim it."

In the huge hall, only the abbot's generous and gentle voice echoed.

"At that time, the old monk thought that it was because Qingsi had improved his Buddhist practice and had a new enlightenment that he would do such a thing. For this reason, the old monk felt relieved for a while. But..."

When he said this, a helpless smile flashed across the face of the abbot of Shanguo Temple.

"Last September, Qingsi found the old monk again and asked for another cemetery. He still wanted to bury the remains of the victims who were killed by the resentful spirits but had no family members to claim them. The old monk felt that something was wrong at the time, but he didn't ask much, so he gave him

But in November, he came to the old monk and asked for a third cemetery. The doubts in the old monk's heart grew bigger and bigger. After all, that was his son. Once in a while, he could be regarded as having an epiphany of Buddhism.

But the second time was only three months apart, and the third time was only two months apart. Qingji is not that kind of material, and it is impossible for him to have three epiphanies in just five months."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall.

It's not a malicious laugh, but the kind of sympathetic laughter you make when you hear someone scolding your son.

"Under the old monk's questioning, Qingji told the truth. The three cemeteries were all requested by his classmates, and it was also his classmates' idea to bury homeless remains." The abbot of Zenkoku Temple looked at Fujiwara Izaya,

He looked helpless but said gently, "In May of this year, Master Fujiwara asked Qingsi for a fourth cemetery."

As soon as these words came out, Fujishima Miyaji's expression suddenly changed.

Everyone's attention also shifted from the host to Fujiwara Izaya.

"What makes the old monk happy is that for the fourth cemetery, Master Fujiwara did not take it for free and gave Seiji 4 million yen."

Everyone nodded secretly.

4 million yen.

It is a reasonable price to buy a cemetery plot at Zenkokuji Temple in the center of Tokyo.

At this time, the abbot of Shanguo Temple said: "The payment for four cemeteries has been settled at once."

"Pfft~"

I don’t know who couldn’t hold it back and burst out laughing.

This laughter was like a virus and spread quickly. Suddenly, more than half of the people in the entire hall were laughing.

Fujiwara Izaya, who has always been very thick-skinned, couldn't help but scratch his cheek.

"When the fourth victim was buried, the old monk watched at the scene." The abbot of Zengokuji Temple's voice was still gentle, and his eyes when looking at Fujiwara Izaya were still gentle, "That was a woman whose body was buried.

The only thing she had was the belongings in front of her. For this reason, Qingji also gave a free ritual. Master Kasahara was also present, and she can testify to the old monk's words."

"Uh-huh!"

Kasahara Asuka excitedly raised a small fist in the air.

In May, there was no trace of the female victim... On the high platform, the old monk Hongwen thought of something and asked aloud: "Is it Miss Momose's relics that was buried?"

"The name engraved on the tombstone is indeed Momose Zaomo." The abbot of Zengokuji Temple replied affirmatively.

Old monk Hongwen wanted to say something, but the abbot of Shanguo Temple continued.

"I bought a cemetery for someone who didn't matter. I paid a lot of management fees every year. I gained no reputation. I didn't want to let others know. Master Fujiwara was just doing it silently." The abbot of Zengokuji Temple walked out of the seat and went straight to

Fujiwara Izaya stood in front of him and asked seriously: "Master Fujiwara, can you tell the old monk what you are planning?"

Five or six thousand pairs of eyes followed him and looked at Fujiwara Izaya.

Fujiwara Izaya's mood was very complicated at this time.

What the old monk said when he came out was beyond his expectation. He had never thought that buying a cemetery could bring him a good reputation.

The reason why he did this was because his father was an extremely gentle person.

The so-called gentleness does not mean being tolerant in everything.

But be kind and patient towards all things that exist reasonably in the world.

It is precisely because of his gentleness that his father can become a mountain god and be loved and loved by all living beings in the world. It is also precisely because of more than ten years of influence that Fujiwara Izaya's thoughts and actions are influenced by his father's, so he can take over the inheritance of the mountain god and become a mountain god.

The god who represents the land and nature.

This is good.

Recalling the time when I was educated in Shenyin Town.

Looking at the people waiting with bated breath in the hall, Fujiwara Izaya was silent for a moment and said: "My father has been teaching me since I was a child."

His voice was dry and clumsy, not because he was afraid, but because it was his first time discussing family matters in front of so many people and he was not very used to it.

"There must be a hero in this world. He asked me, why can't the hero be me?"

He paused for a moment, thought about it, and then said: "Father said that I was born with innate conditions that are difficult for others to achieve. Of course there are many things that others can do, but if I do them, I will do them better and make them better."

The loss was minimized. Therefore, my father wanted me to be a hero from the day I was born."

Five to six thousand people, the sparrows are silent.

Fujiwara Izaya's tongue was a little knotted and he spoke intermittently.

"When I was still young, I refuted my father's ideas because being a hero is very tiring."

"My father said that being a hero is of course very tiring. Take the stars in the sky as an example. Looking from the earth thousands of light years away, countless stars form a beautiful and glorious picture."

"People who look up at the starry sky from the ground may say, 'How beautiful, if only I could shine like that star.' But people who watch the stars may not think that maybe that star is suffering from pain.

. You must know that it is burning with hundreds of millions of degrees of heat. Moreover, it must continue to shine like this until all the heat is burned out, until it itself dies in the vast universe. This is not just a joke, it is really hard work.

ah."

"But what can the stars do?"

"If they don't continue to shine and heat, the earth will fall into darkness and life will become extinct."

"So, my father told me that those who are capable should naturally take on the important task of shining and providing warmth and light to all things in the world."

Having said this, Fujiwara Izaya stopped and sorted out his words.

Everyone pondered the meaning of these words, and vaguely, many people noticed that these words seemed to be out of the human perspective. In comparison, they were more like describing from the perspective of a god why they should shoulder the responsibility of maintaining.

The responsibility of living things to reproduce.

This pattern was lifted up instantly.

"In the more than a year since I came to Tokyo, I have completed more than a hundred ghost extermination commissions." Fujiwara Izaya continued. After his thoughts were straightened out, his voice became calmer. "Among them, a single commission has the most victims.

Yes, it was a case encountered at a construction site this month. More than two hundred victims were brutally murdered in a cruel way, and then kept in captivity at the construction site, using their dead souls to cultivate resentful spirits."

There was a sound of breathing in the hall.

An atmosphere of astonishment permeated the entire hall, and listening to it gave people the illusion that they were in a completely unrealistic environment.

"More than 200 victims..." Fujiwara Izaya sighed, his voice was not high, but he could hear it clearly, "In my opinion, this disaster case does not mean that more than 200 people died.

This incident, but the death of a person, happened more than 200 times."

"Amitabha."

Old monk Hongwen sighed lightly.

He stood up from his seat and recited the rebirth mantra with a solemn expression.

Under his leadership, all the monks and nuns in the hall stood up from their seats and recited the Rebirth Mantra together.

Although the priests and witches did not have corresponding incantations to commemorate the deceased, they all stood up one after another and bowed their heads in silence. In the atmosphere of mourning, Fujiwara Izaya walked to the high platform and stepped up slowly. He did not sit down, but stood on the high platform, facing the entire

Main hall.

After the mourning was over, everyone raised their heads to look at him.

"When you put on this outfit, you will naturally take on the responsibility it represents." Fujiwara Izaya vigorously patted his left chest with a serious expression and a determined look, "I am buying a cemetery for someone who has nothing to do with me, not me.

What are you trying to do? It’s just that I, wearing this outfit, failed to fulfill my responsibility to protect them while they were alive, causing them to die in vain. Each of those four cemeteries is for me to make up for my fault and do my best for them.

The last responsibility!”

The resounding words made the whole room fall into silence.

At this moment, the young man in everyone's eyes was small yet great.

"good!"

Chairman Kasahara flicked his sleeves, put his hands on his thighs, and bowed solemnly.

"good!"

The other three chairman of the board also paid a grand tribute.

"Master Fujiwara is so kind!"
To be continued...