I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Host, the association said that they have cut off contact with the ninth class agent here, are we waiting here..."

In front of the apartment, a tall and strong middle-aged monk checked the information on his mobile phone and asked respectfully and softly.

Next to him was an old monk who was thin and wrinkled.

"Amitabha...In this apartment, there is no cave...presumably the little girl from the Mochizuki clan was trapped in it..."

The old monk did not answer his question, but lightly read the Buddha's name and slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, there are no eyeballs, only empty eye sockets, staring at the apartment in front of him faintly.

This old monk, who once had a fate with Sosuke Araki, received his 150 yen "heavy gold" donation, presided over by the Kawasaki Master Temple, Kukai.

The two appeared here because after discovering that Mochizuki Ayano had lost contact with the apartment group, Takeshi Iwata sent an emergency request to the Soul Eliminators Association in the name of Lesson 9.

The two who happened to be closest to this place rushed over.

Hearing the words of the old monk, the middle-aged monk promoted the Buddha's eyes with golden Buddha light. After staring at the apartment in front of him for a while, his face changed.

He allowed him to drive Tianyantong with all his strength, but he couldn't see anything unusual.

"Don't have a world? Even my eyes can't see through it. This blind method is too terrifying..."

"Propaganda, the barrier here is not a method of grievance and blindness, but a kind of existence that isolates time and space like Shenyin. Only when you look at it with your'heart', it can be broken... The situation is urgent, you protect me and let me Give it a try."

After that, the old monk Kukai sat cross-legged in the middle of the parking lot and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently.

With his movements, a layer of golden Buddha light composed of Sanskrit spread out with him as the center.

"Here."

The middle-aged monk named "Hongfa" replied, holding the Buddha beads and standing beside him vigilantly.

The golden Buddha light spread five meters in front of the apartment door, as if boiling oil had dripped into cold water, bursting out sonic booms.

Between the explosions of the Buddha's light, a transparent barrier made up of black grievances can be seen, isolated from the apartment.

Through the ripples of the Buddha's light on the barrier, the spreading of Buddhism is faintly visible. The original white and elegant walls of the apartment have become old and mottled like lava, covered with dark red blood.

"This is... the real body of this apartment?"

Kukai presided over the age is so high, Propaganda dare not be disturbed, can only be secretly vigilant.

Five minutes later, the old monk Konghai dripped fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his beard trembled with anger.

"Injustice! The grievance in this apartment is so strong, how many souls have been slaughtered... Promote the law, and you can help me..."

Hearing what Kukai presided over, Kofa also sat cross-legged beside him, reciting the Buddhist scriptures silently.

Centered on the two people, the more magnificent Buddha light constantly impacts on the black invisible barrier of the apartment.

The two men practiced Buddhism, not good at defending but not offensive, and they are not good at power.

The invisible barrier made up of this resentment is also very tough, constantly being weakened under the magnificent Buddha light, and seeing that five minutes have passed, it has never collapsed.

"I can feel that the existence inside this apartment has become restless...I'm afraid, the little girl of the Mochizuki clan, can't wait...It seems that you can only use that style..."

Feeling the fluctuations of spiritual power constantly emerging in the apartment, Kukai knew that someone must be fighting the wraith spirit inside, so he didn't want to wait any longer.

"But, the host... That style is too much spiritual power, with your body..."

"Back then, when the white stone monk taught me this style of palm falling from the sky, he taught me that I am Buddha's compassion.

With that said, Kukai stood up, with a strong Buddha light condensed in his palm.

"If I can't pass others by myself, what use is it for me to learn this palm."

Buddha's palm.

"puff……"

A ray of blood shed from the mouth of the empty sea.

His old face also turned gloomy, like a candle in the wind.

It seemed that just gathering momentum had already made his old body unbearable.

"Host...My Buddha is merciful..."

Seeing the host burning like a candle in the wind, tears flickered in Hongfa's eyes.

The physical condition of the presiding officer has been worse than one day, but now it has been exhausted...

Just as the "Buddha Destiny Palm" in the hands of Master Kukai was about to explode.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Accompanied by the roar of exhaust sound, a heavy locomotive quickly drove into the parking lot.

This is a large-displacement heavy-duty locomotive with black paint and streamlined decoration like a blade.

Goblin jet.

This exaggerated locomotive passed by the two at high speed, lifting the hem of the monk's robe, rippling with the spring light of white flowers.

Then, the locomotive sprang up in place with a gorgeous cocked head, stopped the momentum, and the front wheel slammed onto the ground steadily, raising clouds of dust...

The originally tough barrier of resentment that isolated time and space was hit by the motorcycle's head, and it shattered like a mirror.

The dilapidated apartment with resentment soaring to the sky and the appearance of purgatory was just so abruptly presented in front of the two of Kukai.

After the motorcycle tilted its head, it rotated 180 degrees on the spot, with the smell of tires, and stopped handsomely.

Only then did Kofa see that the man sitting on the car was a man wearing a helmet with a ghost face and a tight leather jacket with a little shame.

After stopping, the rider stepped out of the car, hurriedly took out a food container from the incubator on the back of the motorcycle with the words "Out of the Front Hall" printed on it, and walked towards the door of the apartment with a grin.

"It's... it's him..."

Kukai dissipated the Buddha's light in his hand angrily, and said tremblingly.

"The host... knows this person? What is this sacred..."

Kofa was still immersed in the shock of the grievance barrier being crushed.

Although Buddhism is not good at attacking, he and the host have only joined forces, and they have not been able to break through a lot of Buddha power, which is enough to explain the strength of the barrier of resentment that isolates the space.

But under this man's tire, he was as fragile as paper.

What is even more incredible is that with his celestial vision, he can't even see that there is any spiritual power on this rider, just like an ordinary person.

It was unheard of to be able to converge the powerful spiritual power in the body to this point.

Hongfa only felt that the three views that he had cultivated for many years had just been broken with the barrier of grievances.

"This son... has a relationship with us... I have lost sight of my life through hard cultivation, but I never thought that I would have seen it that day, and I didn't lose sight of this pair of foolish eyes in vain."

Kuanghai, blinded in both eyes, recognizes people and objects, and naturally does not rely on appearances, and instantly recognizes the identity of the visitor.

"I have suffered, I will be deducted..."

The two monks stared at the rider in a daze, while thinking about them, while holding the food box in their hands, they hurriedly stepped into the door of the apartment.

The deep resentment surrounding the apartment, from the moment he stepped into the door, poured into his back continuously from both sides.

Like Kunpeng spreading his wings.

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