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Zuta Po: Transliteration of Sanskrit. It originally meant a spiritual temple or a spiritual pagoda. In Japan, it evolved into a straight and long wooden tablet, which is similar to a tablet blessed by a Buddha and Bodhisattva.

Tachibana Takashi's full name is written on it... It's almost clear where Takashi Tachibana is - this is Takashi Tachibana's burial place.

It is now the dead of night, and there is no one else in the huge cemetery except Qingdeng.

Neither Zuo Nazi nor the chief secretary was by his side.

The lonely Qingdeng seemed out of place with the surroundings.

Solemn, solemn, nonchalant, calm...all the words that can be used to describe "seriousness" can be applied to Qingdeng at this time.

Qingdeng stared straight at Tachibana Takashi's Zutapo, with no expression on his delicate face, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

At this time, an old male voice suddenly sounded from behind him:

"Huh? Are you...Ju Qingdeng from the Ju family?"

Qingdeng raised his eyebrows, then slowly turned his head and looked back.

I saw behind him, at some point, there was an old monk who had reached the imperial staff.

His wrinkled face looked like dehydrated orange peel.

A pair of small old eyes are hidden deep under the thick gray eyebrows.

The big bald head with blue and white scalp gives people a feeling that it must feel particularly good to the touch.

The silvery-white beard hanging down his chest did not match his vigorous steps and energetic appearance.

After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Qingdeng's facial lines relaxed slightly.

"It turned out to be the abbot of Jingwang."

Jingwang - the old monk's Dharma name.

He is the abbot and the oldest monk of this temple.

There are many schools of Buddhism in Japan. Different sects have different religious rules and practice rules.

The variety of denominations may seem dazzling at first glance, but they can be roughly divided into two categories.

A class of monks can eat whatever they want, like ordinary people, without any taboos, and they can also marry wives and have children.

The other type of monks, like the Chinese monks, shaved their heads, did not eat meat, did not approach women, and strictly abided by the precepts.

Monk Jingxu belongs to the latter, and it is also the sect with the strictest precepts: "Luzong".

In Japan, monks who converted to Vinaya Buddhism are really rare.

The reason for this is not complicated—the Law School has too many precepts, too many, too many, and too strict.

As the name suggests, Vinaya Sect is a sect that specializes in the study of Buddhist precepts.

As big as chanting and worshiping Buddha, as small as eating, drinking and sleeping, there are a set of complicated rules.

According to incomplete statistics, the original Law School had at least two or three hundred precepts.

Although through continuous improvement, the current precepts of Vinaya Sect have been simplified to ten heavy precepts and forty-eight light precepts, but the life of Vinaya Sect monks is still poor, which discourages those who are not firm in their Buddhist hearts.

In comparison, sects that allow their disciples to eat meat, drink alcohol, marry wives and have children, such as Pure Land Shinzong, naturally have more market and are more popular among the people.

"Abbot Jingwang, long time no see."

Qingdeng bowed slightly, and bowed lightly to Jingwang.

This temple is the one of the Tachibana family Rutan, so Qingdeng and the abbot Jingwang naturally had a relationship on several occasions.

However, the last time the two met was more than a year ago, at Takayuki Tachibana's funeral.

"Mr. Orange, you, why are you here?"

Jing Wang opened his eyes wide, staring straight at Qing Deng's face.

His action naturally meant "Aren't you being wanted by the government?"

Until now, Qingdeng still bears the serious suspicion of "destroying Akabane's family".

"I wanted to visit Tachibana Long...to visit my father after a long absence, so I came secretly to bother your temple. Abbot Jingwang, if possible, please don't report to the officials."

Hearing the words, Jing vainly raised his eyes, looking thoughtfully at Qing Deng's expression.

After a while, he showed a helpless wry smile.

"Obviously I'm already arrested, but I'm still ostentatiously ostentatiously passing through the market... Anyway, since I'm a monk, I shouldn't care about trivial matters anymore. You can stay here as long as you want, as long as you don't bring trouble to the temple. Just come to trouble."

Qingdeng nodded slightly.

"I am very grateful. Speaking of which, Abbot Jingxu, I am really surprised to meet you right now. I thought it was already this time, and all the monks in the temple must have gone to bed."

Jing Wang smiled wryly.

"It's not because of you. I was about to go to sleep, but suddenly I saw a figure shaking outside the window, so I got up to check. If I were to say I was deeply surprised, I was the same. I didn't expect that it was late at night, but there were still visitors. .”

"That's it... sorry to disturb your rest."

Jing Huang shook his head.

"It's not a problem. Rather, it makes me happy to see someone come to the cemetery to visit relatives and friends regardless of the late night."

"In recent years, internal and external troubles have continued, and the society has been in turmoil. It is not easy for the people of Li to live. How can they have the leisure and energy to sweep the grave?"

"The cemetery is getting deserted, and there are more and more unfavorable tombs."

[Note · No Fate Tomb: "Extreme Household Tomb", a lonely tomb where no one comes to worship]

Jing Huang took two steps forward and stood beside Qingdeng, standing shoulder to shoulder with Qingdeng.

The gazes of the two fell on Tachibana Longzhi's Zutapo.

"So...Mr. Tachibana, what happened? It's still early before the Obon Festival, so I suddenly came to the cemetery to visit my deceased father, what do you want?"

【Note · Obon Festival: Also known as "Soul Worship Festival", "Hungry Ghost Festival" and "Ghost Festival", it is a festival to pay homage to the dead and remember ancestors. 】

"...There is no particular reason, it's just that I suddenly want to see him, and I want to say something to him right away—that's all."

Jing Wang squinted his eyeballs, and gave Qing Deng a long, meaningful glance. The emotion in that eye wave is hard to fathom.

"Is that really the case?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Jing Wang's rhetorical question may be inexplicable.

However, Qingdeng's calm expression remained the same.

"Abbot Jingwang, why do you ask this question?"

The old monk raised his face, his eyes buried in wrinkles fixed on Qing Deng's face.

"Maybe I'm overthinking, but in my opinion...Mr. Orange, you look like you are about to go to the battlefield now."

Hearing what Jing Wang said, the corners of Qingdeng's mouth slightly raised, revealing a frank and upright expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Running to the battlefield... probably so. Abbot Jingxu, tonight may be the last time we meet."

The eyes with deep complex emotions silently moved away from Qingdeng's face.

"...It seems that tonight...no, Edo will not be peaceful again in the next few days."

Jing Wang made a sound as if there was something in the words.

Qingdeng glanced at Jing Zhu thoughtfully, then raised his gaze to look at the distant sky, as if letting his thoughts fly to a place that is not here.

"Abbot Jingwang, do you want to stop me?"

As soon as Qingdeng finished speaking, Jing Huang replied without thinking:

"No, I don't have that intention."

This time, emotions other than "seriousness" finally appeared on Qingdeng's face - a look of surprise crossed his brows.

"I thought that as a monk... and you, an old monk with profound Buddhist teachings, would definitely do your best to prevent the bloody storm from coming."

Jing Wang smiled slightly.

"First of all, the old monk is just a monk with no power to restrain a chicken. How can He De dictate every move of the 'King Ren'?"

"Secondly, if you simply want to commit violence, even if the old monk is willing to die, he must stop your violence."

"However... He told me: You are not going to increase the number of murders, but to fight a battle of Sheer."

"That being the case, I have no reason to stop you."

Jing Wang paused for a while, and then added word by word:

"There's no reason to stop a man from fighting."

The moment these words fell, a beam of moonlight stopped between Qingdeng and Jinglu, as if a halo surrounded them.

Qingdeng raised his eyebrows, then asked slowly as if chewing every word:

"He? Who is 'He'?"

Jing Huang stretched out his right index finger, and tapped his eyebrows lightly, with an intriguing expression:

"Buddha."

Qingdeng was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Then, as if they had agreed in advance, both of them fell silent and stopped talking.

Their gazes once again fell on Tachibana Takayuki's Zutapo.

The tranquility that reveals a peaceful atmosphere envelopes the surroundings.

About 5 minutes later, Qingdeng turned back unhurriedly.

"Abbot Jingwang, I should go."

"Are you leaving now? Have you finished what you wanted to say to your father?"

"Well, yes. What should be said, what should be said, has been said. Abbot Jingwang, see you next time—if there is a next time."

Holding the saber at his waist, Qingdeng strode away.

He had just taken two steps, as if he suddenly remembered something, he stopped and turned his head sideways.

"Abbot Jingwang, can you do me a favor?"

Jing raised his chin indiscriminately, indicating "please speak".

"If tonight...or a few days later, my bones are brought here, please send a message to all passersby——

"Sakimune Tachibana and Moriharu Tachibana of the Tachibana family of Genji, they stuck to their way and finally died here. But they still have a little blood left, it can still burn, it's still burning!"

After leaving these words, Qingdeng turned around without the slightest hesitation, stepped on firm steps, and walked straight out at a rapid pace.

At this time, a calm male voice without sadness or joy floated out from the tall figure that was gradually drifting away again:

"I don't know whether this trip is a blessing or a curse, but I only know that I will run forward all the way."

What responded to Qing Deng was Jing Wang's astonished gaze that seemed to be overwhelmed.

The old man stood on the spot, quietly watching the soldier's back with a strange look on his face.

"...Mr. Orange, stay a while!"

Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, then turned around slowly.

Jing Wang took out a string of extremely smooth Buddhist beads from his bosom, twirled the beads with one hand, and put the other hand in front of his chest.

"The Buddhas of the third age, according to Prajna Paramita, have obtained Alottara-samyak-sambodhi."

While reciting scriptures, he walked slowly towards Qingdeng.

"I know that Prajna Paramita is a great god mantra, a great Ming mantra, an infinite mantra, and a mantra without equals. It can eliminate all suffering, and it is true."

"So say the Prajna Paramita mantra, that is to say, cursing: uncovering the truth, uncovering the truth!"

Jing Wang's voice kept rising.

At this moment, he had already walked in front of Qingdeng.

"Paraja Jiedi, Parasangha Jiedi!"

"Bodhisattva!"

As if crowning the other party, Jing Lu lightly placed his withered but surprisingly strong left palm on Qingdeng's forehead.

"Go, boy."

he said softly.

"Go and do what you're supposed to do."

"Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".

This sutra is so famous and widely spread that even Qingdeng, who does not believe in Buddhism, has heard of it.

Go, go, go all the way, go to the other side.

From suffering to liberation, from ignorance to awareness.

Qingdeng remained silent, staring at the old monk in front of him without saying a word.

At this moment, he suddenly opened the mouth of the sheath, quickly pulled out a section of the Echizen residence Toki Shou Kenshi from his waist, and then snapped it back into the sheath.

clang!

The sword collided with the scabbard.

The sound of clashing metal and iron resounded in all directions.

...

...

Edo, a certain casino owned by the Shimizu Clan——

"Ha~~ I'm so sleepy..."

"Hey, don't yawn, cheer up. If the boss finds out that you are deserting on duty, he will punish you to death."

The two younger brothers, Yakuza in disguise, diligently perform the task of guarding the gateyard.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you have a short errand?"

The Yakuza who had just yawned shrugged indifferently.

"Anyway, it's impossible for someone to come to our Qingshui clan's territory to make trouble. It's not a big deal if you stay a little bit dazed for a while or take a short errand?"

"Having said that, the task that should be performed well must be performed well...Huh? Hey, look, someone is coming."

"Um?"

The two looked straight ahead in no particular order.

I saw a warrior with two swords walking out of the dark place at the intersection ahead.

Without any companions, and without any other weapons except the saber, he came straight to the casino by himself.

Both Yakuza instinctively sensed that this warrior seemed strange, so they hurriedly shouted:

"Hey! Who are you? Come on... Hey! Hey! What are you going to do?!"

In an instant, the samurai suddenly accelerated his pace!

Slow walking turned into a trot, then turned into a fast run, and finally turned into a gallop with constant afterimages!

When it was too late, the warrior suddenly exerted his strength and jumped high.

Before the two Yakuza could figure out the situation, one of them was "crushed" by the falling samurai.

The man who survived temporarily drew out his knife and put on a messy fighting posture while stammering and trembling:

"You, who are you?! Do you know where this place is?!"

"Of course I know, I'm here to kill you all."

The moment he heard this short self-introduction, a shining slash filled his field of vision...

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The Takashi Takashi Sakimune and the Tachibana Aoto Moriharu of the Tachibana family, they stuck to their way and finally died here. But they still have a little blood left, it can still burn, it's still burning - just based on this sentence, it's not too much to ask for a monthly ticket, right? (Crying Leopard Leopard Head.jpg)

Ask for a monthly pass! Ask for a recommendation ticket! (Leopard Head Crying.jpg)