My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 202 I pray that you will not have painful nightmares.

The old monk didn't speak, just looked at the two apprentices with a smile on his face.

"Humph!"

After a while, Monk Kong Ning snorted, and said as if he had been wronged: "I have been ugly since I was a child."

Kong Wu took a look at him, hooked nose, mung bean eyes, really not good-looking.And the pimple marks all over his face, which look like ripples on a lake on a rainy day.

"It's really ugly."

"Shut up!" Monk Kong Ning jumped up from the futon as if he had been pricked by a needle, "What about being ugly? Have you eaten your rice if you're ugly?"

Kong Wu was very puzzled, and asked: "It's true that you don't eat my rice if you are ugly, but do you have to open the Rashomon if you are ugly?"

Having said all this, there is no need for Monk Kongning to hide. He stood up from the futon and said to Kong Wu: "Over the years, I have been practicing while you are eating, and I have been practicing while you are sleeping. , When you practiced, I was still practicing. Tell me, in terms of strength and study of Buddhism, are you comparable to me?"

Kong Wu replied honestly: "Of course the senior brother is better."

"Yes, I am better at everything!" Kong Ning shouted loudly and said with a ferocious expression: "Then tell me, why did the master pass the position of abbot to you?"

"Yes, why did you pass it on to me?" Kong Wu was also puzzled, looking at the old monk.

The old monk touched his big gold chain, and said peacefully: "The position of abbot represents the overall image of the Golden Pavilion Temple. Cultivation level is certainly a factor to be considered, but not all. Kong Ning, although your cultivation base is very Good, but it’s not enough. After all, our Kinkaku-ji Temple is known as the most beautiful temple in the world”

The words are very euphemistic.

But that's what it means.

You are ugly, as a teacher, I am afraid that it will damage the image of our Kinkakuji Temple.

Monk Kong Ning felt a sweetness in his throat at that time, and almost got internally hurt from anger.

Then, the old monk looked at Kong Wu again, and smiled kindly: "Although Kong Wu entered the door late, his Dharma practice is not stable, and his personality is relatively lazy. But his understanding is good, his popularity is good, and he is good enough to attract money. Since Kong Wu came , The number of female pilgrims in our temple has increased by no less than five times over the years, and the revenue is also gradually increasing. With money and people, we can better promote Buddhism, and I feel very comforted as a teacher."

Kong Wu showed a suddenly realized expression: "Master's words are very reasonable, so it seems that brother is really not suitable."

"Shut up, both of you!" Monk Kong Ning jumped up and down a few times like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He pointed at Kong Wu's face and asked sharply, "So what if you are handsome? Is it handsome?" Can you still exorcise evil spirits?"

"Brother, you are wrong." Kong Wu shook his head and sighed, "I know a person who relies on his good looks to ward off evil spirits. His name is Fujiwara Hoshizora."

"That's enough!" Monk Kong Ning said with a gloomy expression, "I've had enough of this kind of life. From today onwards, I will be the person in charge of the Golden Pavilion Temple!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly took out a black order flag from his arms and threw it into the air. The order flag burst into a cloud of black mist. The black mist rolled and spread outward at an extremely fast speed, covering the entire room in the blink of an eye. shrouded in it.

In the black mist, the screams of resentful spirits could be faintly heard.

"Master." Monk Kongwu clasped his hands together, "I can't beat him, it's your turn."

The old monk stood still, and said to the black mist with compassion: "You killed innocent people indiscriminately for your own selfish desires, and committed all kinds of karma. Why don't you let your teacher save you once, eliminate the karma, and be reborn in bliss..."

"Stop talking nonsense, either you will die today or I won't be able to go home!"

The old monk touched the big gold chain and said disappointedly: "You really don't want my teacher to save you?"

"This trick I have practiced hard for 20 years is specially used to restrain Buddhist and Taoist spells, old monk, please die!" A sharp voice came from the black mist.

The old monk sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and finally asked: "I will ask you one more question, will you let me save you?"

There was no sound coming from the black mist, but the tumbling became more violent, and black claws formed by condensed evil energy rushed towards him.

"Since you specialize in Buddhist and Taoist mantras, then I will teach you something else as a teacher."

With a pair of fists, the old monk slammed up
Bang.
Soon, the first fist and claw intersected, and there was an exclamation in the black mist: "Old guy, you have great strength."

Monk Kong Ning changed his mind, and clawed the old monk's ribs.

laugh.
He made a sharp claw, but there was no blood, only two layers of clothes were torn.

There were several red marks on the old monk's ribs.

"Very thick skin."

Monk Kongning was startled, and hurriedly backed away.

The old monk didn't let him go. He chased him up with one stride and punched him again!
boom!boom!boom!
The old monk didn't use spells, just relying on his physical body to suppress the black mist of Kong Ning's incarnation, with fists and claws intertwined, the picture was extremely impactful!
Kong Ning was beaten back and forth, unable to parry.

Sitting firmly on the futon, there was nothing but crackling noises and the old monk's curses.

"I bother!"

"You still want to play with me?"

"You don't even think about it before you start. If I don't have any skills, can I be the abbot!"

"Remember, if I don't give it to you, you can't grab it!"

After a beating with sparks and lightning, the black mist that filled the whole room dissipated.

Monk Kong Ning squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, trembling all over.

The old monk put down his sleeves, tidied up his appearance a bit, then clasped his hands together, and said kindly: "Kong Ning, are you willing to listen to the teacher's words now?"

Monk Kongning raised his bruised and swollen face and nodded desperately.

Kong Wu sighed for a while, and told himself in his heart: Young people, they will definitely make mistakes in their errands, and they will be saved if they can rein in the precipice.You see, the brother was beaten by the master, and he didn't even recognize his mother.

The old monk bent down and sat on the futon, just about to speak.

Kong Ning suddenly took out a jade tablet with his backhand and squeezed it hard.

A burst of blood gushed out, wrapping him all over.

In an instant, the whole room was filled with scarlet blood mist, Kong Wu frowned, and his nostrils were filled with a thick bloody smell, which was disgusting.

In the red blood mist, there are faces crying out of fear. They struggle and howl, but they can never break free from the blood mist that traps their souls.

How many people must be killed to have such a great evil spirit?

Monk Kong Wu closed his eyes and silently recited the "Mantra of Rebirth".

"Nothing." The old monk stood up from the futon.

"master?"

"As a teacher, I will teach you the last lesson today."

"Look out!" The old monk yelled, and suddenly tore off the gold-plated cassock on his body. On his naked upper body, there was a lifelike tattoo of a dragon!

Although he is closing his eyes, there is already a deterrent around him.

"Master." Kong Wu thought of something and looked anxious.

"This is the last lesson I will teach you." The old monk slowly opened his eyes, with an awe-inspiring look on his face.

"I have a Buddha in my heart, I'm afraid he's a dick!"

The Buddha's light all over the sky gushed out from the old monk's body, and in the bright light, Kong Wu saw a flickering candle flame.

Under this grand and solemn Buddha light, the faint light looks so fragile.The soul, like a candle in the wind, flickers on and off at the last moment of life.

Monk Kongwu stood still, staring blankly at the tiny light, he wanted to stretch out his hand to cover the light tightly and protect it.

But when he stretched out his hand, the Buddha light all over the sky disappeared, the blood mist disappeared, and the candlelight disappeared, leaving only an old monk who was too old to look like a human being lying on the beige floor.

He asked, "Kong Wu, how did you behave just now as a teacher?"

Kong Wu replied: "Very handsome."

"Want to learn?"

"think."

"Stretch out your hand."

Kong Wu stretched out his hand, and the old monk held it, and the centuries-old Dharma was passed on from his tightly grasped palm. The inheritance of the Golden Pavilion Temple also began to be handed over at this moment.

"Kongwu, how about your teacher's tattoo?"

Kong Wu replied: "It's very domineering."

"Want it?"

"think."

"Give it to you together."

"By the way, master, what is this move called?"

"The indestructible boy's power."

Empty: "???"

The old monk smiled weakly, "Actually, as a teacher, just like you, I have only tasted salt and water for so many years."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his hand and yawned, "Go, do what you should do. I'm sleepy as a teacher, and I want someone to sleep."

"Goodbye, master."

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, and the quiet meditation room seemed a little deserted.

The old monk stared at the glittering dust floating in the air, he slowly stretched out his hand, but couldn't touch anything.

After a while, when he realized that he had only his last breath left, the old monk struggled to climb to the window.

The bright green leaves outside the window are swaying in the wind, the sun is shining on the top of the Kinkakuji Temple, and the adjacent lake reflects a piece of gold and green splendor—this is the Kinkakuji Temple, the most beautiful temple in the world.

"Empty."

On the other side of the lake, the young monk in white stopped and turned his head to see that someone in the temple was shouting: "Remember, don't be like a teacher and die a virgin!"

The bright sunlight illuminates the Kinkakuji Temple like brilliant gold, and the surrounding treetops are covered with fresh greenery. When a gust of wind blows, there is a sound like rustling waves.

Monk Kongwu rubbed his eye sockets, collected his mood, and started walking again.

The gravel path is covered with mottled light spots, like the most natural carpet. This carpet will follow him to a future where there is only one person.

On the afternoon of August 8th, monk Kong Wu came to Rashomon.

He looked at the lead gray bird hovering over the ancient city gate. Its body was infinitely close to transparent, and it would disappear into this world in a few hours.

At that moment, it means the death of Guhuo Bird and the death of Fujiwara Xingkong.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Monk Kong Wu said, sitting cross-legged under the sun, chanting the "Mantra of Rebirth" over and over again.

The sky gradually became dark, and it started to rain in the evening. The little bird flapped its wings and flew to the sky before disappearing. Kongwu stood up and walked towards the ancient city gate in the night.

The rain surrounded the Rashomon Gate, from far to near, the sound of "crashing" rain was heard all around the ears, and on the eaves protruding from the top of the gatepost, the rain fell, forming a rain curtain.

This is the midsummer season, but this area is full of dampness, like walking in Hokkaido in the cold winter.

Kongwu sneezed, walking on the stone steps leading to the gatehouse, the cold wind slapped him unceremoniously, and the crickets on the vermilion pillars had long since disappeared.

"Om Mani Padme Hum"

A scroll was lit to serve as a lighting tool, and Wuwu walked on the stairs leading to the tower, swaying and moving flames, the corridors covered with cobwebs, and the tip of his nose was filled with a strong smell of rotting corpses.

Kong Wu covered his nose and went up to the tower. He kept his steps steady and took a look inside.

Just like the rumors, the tower of Rashomon is full of corpses, and wherever the fire can shine, there are all kinds of corpses.Some have just rotted, some are still fresh, and some only have a pile of skeletons left; some are dressed in fine clothes, some are naked, some have their arms stretched out, and some have their mouths wide open. Lying on the ground.

The dim light of the fire moved, and Kong Wu came to the edge of the tower, and glanced outside the Rashomon, the vision was pitch black, silent, as silent as a mute.

However, this is not the case.

Kong Wu threw down the ignited scroll, and where the light reached, there were row after row of ferocious ghosts.They quietly lurked outside the door, hid their fangs, and curbed their murderous intent.

As long as the city gate is opened, they will rush into Rashomon, into goodness, justice, and order, and use up their power to wreak havoc.

Kong Wu walked almost towards the middle of the city gate, and suddenly, he stopped, holding his breath and staring at the witch standing on the protruding stone above the city wall.

She is dressed in white and red trousers, and her black hair is tied with a white ribbon. She stands in the rain and looks at the direction where the lead gray bird is leaving. corpses, there is no difference.

"Amitabha." Kongwu clasped his hands together and said, "Miss Natsuki, please forgive me."

The witch turned her head to look over in the rain, and Kong Wu noticed that although she had the most beautiful face in the world, her eyes were extremely empty and lifeless.It was as if all she had left was this body, and the soul inside had died with the disappearance of the little bird.

"You" Xia Xilin opened her mouth, her voice was as raw as a machine.She pointed at all the resurrected corpses on the tower and said, "Stop them and leave the rest to me."

Monk Kong Wu replied: "Leave it to me, after all, it is the disaster caused by our Golden Pavilion Temple."

"No." Xia Xilin shook his head, and said in a tone that could not be refused: "This should be my business, but he has been working hard for me."

After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes, opened her arms, and stood still.

The dark rainy night suddenly became white, and a powerful holy power erupted from her body, covering the entire Rashomon.

Xia Xilin's body suddenly trembled, and a sharp red object pierced through her chest, peeling away from her body bit by bit at an extremely slow speed.

It was the Bachi Gouyu, one of the three artifacts.

Monk Kong Wu's whole body trembled, and even his breathing was not smooth.

Kong Wu knew a little about the rumors about Xia Xilin.Before Xia Xilin was born, Bachi Gouyu had been fused into her flesh and blood, almost equivalent to a part of her body.

Now if she wants to pull out the Bachi Gouyu, it is tantamount to pulling out a bone from her body.
Moreover, looking at the speed at which the eight-foot magatama peeled off, I'm afraid she would have to endure this excruciating pain for one to two hours.
Monk Kong Wu forcibly looked away, he gritted his teeth, controlled his mind, and turned to face the body that was rushing towards him.

Affected by the movement here, the corpses that had been sleeping for nearly a thousand years seemed to be pulled by a thread. With the movement, their bodies swelled up as if they were inflated.

With a ferocious face, protruding eyes, and a broken body, the already ugly corpse has become extremely creepy.

"Om Mani Padme Hum"

The six-character mantra is here.

A scroll exploded in front of him, and several naked female corpses exploded directly, shattering into powder, and black blood flowed all over the ground in an instant.

But more corpses rushed towards them like crazy, and the brutal fighting continued.

Monk Kongwu used a scroll to build a barrier in front of Xia Xilin, and he stood in front of the barrier. He threw the scrolls around as if he wanted no money. Occasionally, corpses rushed to him. With his instinctive need for blood, They swarmed up one by one, biting, kicking and smashing Monk Kongwu, doing everything they could.

"Returning to fate, there is no birth, the Tathagata; a great vow, empty and formless, all the Tathagatas!" 』

In an instant, there was a loud noise above the city tower, and a scroll exploded. At the same time, a golden Buddha statue with Buddha fire burning all over its body rushed out of it and rushed towards the group of corpses.Thirty or forty corpses bore the brunt of the attack and were knocked to the ground and burned to charcoal.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, Monk Kong Wu looked back at the witch behind him. She was enveloped in white light, her face was peaceful, without any strangeness.

But the corners of Monk Kong Wu's eyes twitched. He knew that no one in this world could bear the pain she was enduring.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and built the strongest barrier for her.

Time passed bit by bit, the battle situation became more and more tragic, the air was full of disgusting bloody smell, and the bloody city tower had completely turned into a real hell.

Xia Xilin kept her eyes closed, with an extremely calm expression. Only the tightly furrowed brows, the twitching corners of her mouth, and the trembling fingertips could peek out her current feelings.

The red hook jade on the chest was peeled off bit by bit, and every time she moved a little bit, it touched her nerves.After more than an hour without interruption, the whole person was tortured until he became numb.

While in a trance, she was thinking, where did that little gray bird take Fujiwara Xingkong?
How are you doing in that world, are you still liked, are you sleeping soundly?
I pray that you will not have painful nightmares.

I have a lot to say to you. I don’t mean to be coquettish, I just want you to know what I’m thinking.

Since you disappeared, I have no interest in anything.I hope to see you again, chat with you again, and hear you say you like me with different metaphors.

If possible, I thought of looking for you when you were in that world, and the longer I could get together with you, the better.But it seems to be just an extravagant wish. It would be great if two people could walk side by side as before. I only have this request, isn't it too much?

Can you hear it?
The eight-foot magatama was completely peeled off and suspended above the tower, emitting a holy white light.

Xia Xilin opened her eyes in the white light, and her body, like platycodon flowers scattered by the strong wind, fell into the dark abyss.

"Miss Xia Xi!"

Suddenly, Monk Kongwu let out a mournful roar, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed directly onto the scroll in front of him.

The scroll exploded with a bang, and he used the shock wave generated by the explosion to quickly approach, and grabbed Xia Xilin's arm just as she was about to fall outside Rashomon.

Immediately afterwards, he used up the last bit of strength in his body, stepped hard with the sole of his foot, and took Xia Xilin to fall to the tower inside Rashomon.

On the city tower, there is an eight-foot magatama with endless peace and sanctity. The majestic power breaks through the air and comes across the long river of time. The white light illuminates the sky and envelopes this thousand-year-old city gate.

All darkness turns to ashes in the white light.

March 8th, late.

Rashomon, who appeared in the world after hiding for thousands of years, was sealed again.

8 month 15 day.

Fujiwara Xingkong still hasn't come back.

Everyone understood one thing, he could never come back.

(End of this chapter)