The old monk is the abbot of Sensoji Temple. He has powerful magical powers and a distinguished status. His influence on Buddhism and Taoism in Japan ranks among the top three.
The young monk is his disciple.
The two of them came to save the souls of the dead.
Generally speaking, after a person dies, the soul of the deceased will be detained by the black and white ghosts and returned to the Kingdom of Underworld.
But if they are people who died unjustly, their souls will have resentment. This resentment can prevent them from being discovered by black and white ghosts, so that they can continue to wander in the world.
The dead souls have no intelligence and have no ability to harm people.
But if left alone, they can absorb the required resentment by scaring people, and slowly turn into ghosts that are harmful to a certain extent. As they accumulate more and more resentment, the ghosts will become more cruel and powerful, and they will only focus on
A wraith that knows revenge.
In order to prevent the birth of evil spirits, priests or monks can be seen performing rituals at most murder scenes.
Fujiwara Izaya doesn't know how to do anything.
Therefore, he has great respect for those who can be priests, priests and monks.
"Hello, Master Hongbun." Fujiwara Izaya clasped his hands together and saluted the old monk.
When addressing clergy, the younger ones are called mage, and the older ones or those with higher status are called masters.
"Hello Fujiwara-kun."
Old monk Hongwen returned the gift politely.
Do you dare to be rude...
As an old neighbor for decades, he knows the past of Asakusa Shrine better than anyone else. If the child in front of him is really a descendant of the shrine maiden, the nearly 100 monks in Sensoji Temple combined cannot be beaten with one hand.
After exchanging pleasantries with Fujiwara Izaya, the old monk took off his Buddhist beads, clasped his palms together, and recited the Rebirth Mantra in a low voice. The young monk did not dare to delay and also began to beat the wooden fish in his hand.
The sound of chanting sutras carried Buddhist teachings, causing the air in the tent to fluctuate that ordinary people could not detect.
Two figures slowly condensed out.
A man and a woman, two ghosts with translucent bodies floating in the air, with confused expressions.
The man is wearing gorgeous and exaggerated clothes, looking left and right, as if he is looking for a way home, and his waving hands seem to be trying to find a place to rely on to stabilize his body; the woman is dressed sexyly,
With bright makeup on her face, she seemed to have nowhere to go. She squatted down and hugged her legs with both hands. Her curled up body looked like an unclaimed suitcase on the airport carousel.
Looking at the two dead souls, Fujiwara Izaya sighed with pity, turned to the Suzuki Police Department and asked: "Do you know their identities?"
"Well, we've already compared them." Police Suzuki picked up the tablet from the temporary desk next to him and scrolled the time twice. "The man's name is Hideki Kitahara. His family runs a construction company and he is a rich young man. The woman is
My name is Momose Hayami, I have been an orphan since I was a child, and I don’t have any relatives.”
After that, he showed Fujiwara Izaya the citizen registration information on the tablet.
Momose Hayami in the photo is about seventeen or eighteen years old, with lively and clear eyes and an innocent expression. It is difficult to connect her with the heavily made-up dead soul in front of her.
Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and looked at the dead soul of Momose.
Even though she is dead and has lost all consciousness, she still deeply remembers the reality that she has nowhere to go, which is quite pitiful to think about.
Finished reciting the Rebirth Mantra.
The old monk opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and gently tapped Momose Hayami's forehead.
"Please rest in peace."
A soft light bloomed from the old monk's fingertips. In this burst of warm light, a relieved smile appeared on Momose's face, and gradually turned into white light spots floating in the air.
Infected by the smile on his face, Fujiwara Izaya also smiled and bowed slightly to the old monk: "Master's merits are immeasurable."
This phenomenon is called "becoming a Buddha".
Let the dead souls let go of their obsessions, purify their grievances, recall the most beautiful time in their lives, gain self-liberation in happiness, and leave peacefully.
Every wronged soul has a tragic experience.
It can allow them to be relieved in happiness, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't do it.
When he transcended, he used another relatively efficient and concise method.
"You can go on your way with peace of mind. Don't miss the mortal world." The old monk recited the rebirth mantra and walked towards the soul of Hideki Kitahara who was floating at the door of the tent looking for a way home.
At this moment, a heartbreaking cry suddenly came from outside the door.
"My son——"
The tent door curtain was suddenly opened, and a man about fifty years old stumbled in.
Hideki Kitahara, who was lingering at the door, was suddenly distracted by his old father before he even had time to recall the happiest time in his life.
The old monk quickly clasped his hands together, lowered his head and recited silently: "Being rushed away by my father, you must have left with a smile, Amitabha..."
"Mr. Policeman," Mr. Kitahara rushed directly in front of the Suzuki Police Department, his eyes were red, and he choked and cried: "Where is my son? Where is he? Can you let me see him..."
"Uh, this..." Police Suzuki looked at him sympathetically and pointed at the old monk next to him, "Mr. Kitahara, please ask the master, I don't understand that aspect."
"master--"
Mr. Beihara turned around and held the old monk's hands: "Where is my son..."
"Well..."
The old monk didn't know how to answer for a while.
"Sir," the young monk saw the master's embarrassment, so he answered tactfully, "your son was just attacked by you..."
The old monk interrupted him directly: "Wuchen, don't talk nonsense!"
"Master?" A big question mark lit up on the little monk's head.
"Come here, let me tell you," the old monk leaned into the young monk's ear and whispered: "This donor is in extremely sad mood now. It is not appropriate for us to provoke him any more, you know?"
"Yeah." The little monk nodded as if he understood.
"To put it in a more euphemistic way," the old monk continued to educate, "Monks are compassionate, and we should try to reduce the pain of the family members of the deceased as much as possible, so that they can accept the facts with a calm mind."
"clear."
The young monk responded to the master.
Looking at the extremely grieved Mr. Kitahara, his head turned and his eyes caught sight of the fleshy foam on the ground.
If you can't let your husband know that his son's soul was dispersed by himself, wouldn't you be able to accept it more calmly if you just remind him of the fact that his son had been killed by a spirit of evil?
I'm so witty!
Silently praising himself, the young monk clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Mr. Beihara, your son is being stepped on by you."
"...?"
Mr. Kitahara lowered his head and looked at the debris on the ground.
My big son...
Is this the only thing left?
moment.
Mr. Kitahara felt dizzy, his vision went black, and his body fell weakly to the ground.
"Be careful." Fujiwara Izaya had quick eyesight and quick hands. He jumped over and hugged Mr. Kitahara.
At this time, the little monk with red lips and white teeth was turning his head to look at the master, with an expression of "please praise your disciple quickly" to ask for credit.
The old monk's face turned dark.
"Uh... well, um, let's go back first," he tried his best to maintain the demeanor of an accomplished monk, and said to Fujiwara Izaya with a smile, "I'll leave you to Fujiwara-kun for the rest. If necessary, you can
Come to Sensoji Temple anytime to find the Foolish Monk."
Say it.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't reply.
The old monk took the young monk and ran out in a hurry.
For those who didn't know better, they thought Sensoji Temple was on fire and rushed back to put out the fire.
I hope there will be no stick education in Sensoji Temple... Fujiwara Izaya prayed for the little monk from the bottom of his heart, handed Mr. Kitahara to the doctor outside the tent, and turned to chat with the Suzuki Police Department about the case.