I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Huh?"

After the white light, the stone bowl in the hands of Araki Sosuke disappeared.

"It looks like it was sucked in by...?"

"Damn it, I haven't read it carefully yet, will it spit out if I hit it up and down a few times? 』

On the outside of the painted scroll made of textile material, in addition to the arrow symbol composed of white light, there is an extra "bowl" symbol outlined in a simple pen.

It's exactly the same as the one seen by Sosuke Araki in the picture inside the picture scroll, the illustration of the tunnel of Chidagoya.

At the same time, the complexes of buildings all over the surrounding cave walls, including the platforms and spiral staircases that are still intact, all began to piece together toward the original appearance amid the sound of the operation of the organs.

"What the hell is..."

Standing relatively less than half a meter, the ghostly aura of Da Peng was uncontrollably gushing out of Tokugawa Yoshinen's body, disappearing into Araki Sosuke's back facing him.

"...What power?"

Unconsciously of this, Tokugawa Yoshinen just used the six big eyes that boasted to penetrate the soul and looked at the big black arms that slowly retracted back to the back of Sosuke Araki.

In his eyes, the pair of black giant arms was infinitely magnified like a specimen under a microscope, showing countless black particles.

"This is... resentment... the power of ghosts and gods... no, it's not right..."

After the death of Tokugawa Yoshinen, he was transformed into a ghost and god. He painted countless ghosts and tempered his painting skills here. He also tried to restore the true body of Jiudun Boy by using the Buddha nature of the "stone bowl before the Buddha" and the power of ghosts and gods. He knows the form of the power of ghosts and gods very well...

And in these infinitely enlarged arms, resentment and the power of ghosts and gods are continuously fusing, compressing, collapsing, and reshaping, giving birth to a deeper and pure force.

Killing, stealing, licentiousness, false speech, two tongues, nasty talk, lustful talk, greed, aversion, evil views...

In the black particles, there is not only pure power, but also the obsessions left by hundreds of millions of souls, the viciousness that has been committed, and the countless howls, weepings, screams, scoldings, and rants that have caused them...

"From the other three karma, ten evils can be made...this, is this bad karma..."

As if he had noticed something, Tokugawa Yoshinen, who had always been calm, suddenly screamed in a gloomy voice: "Impossible!!!"

"Even the gods can't bear the evil karma of such a large amount of beings, so how can they be added to a single person and turned into a force like an arm?!"

Karma is the irresistible force of karma for good and evil.

Karma, the cause that governs reincarnation, also extends to the fruit of this world and even the afterlife.

Those who create bad karma fall into hell, beasts, and ghosts because of the importance of their karma.

After all the rewards have been received, among the survivors, there will still be more than rewards.

According to Tokugawa Yoshinen, even if it is the existence of those self-proclaimed gods, as long as they are infected with even a small part of the karma in these arms, I am afraid that when going out, they will encounter the sky and the earth, the sky and the thunder, the mountains and the tsunami. The "result" of resistance is swallowed.

However, it is an indisputable fact that the man in front of him is unheard of inhaling grievances and the power of ghosts and spirits into his body and continuously transforming them into bad karma.

Amidst thousands of thoughts, the power of ghosts and gods in Tokugawa Yoshinen's body was pulled away, and the black giant arms that covered the sky and sun have completely disappeared from the back of Araki Sosuke.

Sosuke Araki's broad back, as solid as a rock, gradually appeared clearly in Tokugawa Yoshinen's eyes.

"thump."

Seeing the tattoo on the opponent's back, Tokugawa Yoshinen, who was already weak, knelt directly on the ground.

"True, so beautiful..."

The moment when he saw the black Bodhisattva tattooed on his entire back, sitting cross-legged on a skull lotus platform, and glaringly round, the art of painting far beyond his own realm and pattern rushed into his consciousness violently.

In the pair of seemingly angry eyes, there is actually an endless sense of compassion hidden in them.

"Can draw this picture... after all... what kind of mercy and compassion does it hold, and the heart of transcending others with oneself..."

In contrast, the self incarnate as an evil spirit and forcibly borrowed the time, the things that I have read in this life, the paintings I made, and even the "painting" that resurrected the ghost and god Jiu Tun, are only worthy of being called "youth." Children's graffiti".

"It turns out that this is the realm of painting?"

At this moment, he saw a glimmer of truth finally understand why no matter how he "looked", he couldn't copy the soul of this man.

"Why... such existence, so willing to..."

Because, the "painting" before his eyes, and even the man, was an existence that was impossible and should not have been born in this world, completely beyond his understanding.

"Little Bird Yushi, things are in hand, we will be human!"

Seeing that the surrounding buildings stopped rotating and restored the layout when they came, Sosuke Araki jumped down the stairs and ran towards the long house where Yu Mayumi Kotori was located without looking back.

"Please stay!!!"

In the back, Tokugawa Yoshinen, who knelt on the ground, still stared at the back of Araki Sosuke who was going away.

"Why... let me go?"

The opponent rose into the air from below and appeared on top of his head, only to snatch away the power of the ghosts and gods in his body, and took away the "Buddha Front Stone Bowl" that was the center of this place.

At this moment, Tokugawa Fangnian had long understood that as long as the other party was willing, one action could erase his own existence.

But apart from saying hello, from start to finish, this embarrassed young man regarded himself as air.

"Huh, you chrysanthemum monster playing with life..."

"...Since when did the illusion that I let you go?"

With his back to Tokugawa Yoshinen coolly, Sosuke Araki waved his hand coolly, ran down the stairs without looking back, and disappeared from the opponent's sight.

"...The moment I appeared, you were already dead."

"in this way……"

On the empty platform, Tokugawa Yoshinen, who knelt on the ground, looked at the black flame blade gradually dissipating from the other's sword hilt.

"……Very good."

He laughed at himself, and a crack suddenly appeared on the top of his head.

"Kacha...Kacha..."

As the gap slowly spreads downward, you can see a dark red flame circulating in it, burning more and more vigorously.

His whole person, starting from the head, was gradually divided into two halves by the crack from the middle.

The unbearable burning pain made him subconsciously cover his chest and recalled an organ that had long since lost its function.

"The dead, do you still have a heart?"

"Roar……"

Fierce warriors, odious ghosts, and people with miserable deaths...

Countless figures, centered on him, densely occupy the entire platform.

"So, this is..."

Seeing the faces of resentment, grief, pain, and viciousness getting closer and closer, a look that might swarm him at any time, eat his flesh, drink his blood, cramp his muscles, and thwart his bones and ashes, Tokugawa Yoshinobu A smile appeared on the huge mouth on the neck: "...my own bad karma, right?"

Surrounded by the crowd, a familiar but unfamiliar weak woman in a kimono attracted his attention.

"Why, I can't remember, your face..."

On her pretty face, her facial features were blurred.

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