I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

"Amitabha, Abe-kun, please hurry up and adjust your breath... This battle is far from over..."

After such a reminder, Kato Junko folded his hands together, gently squeezed a string of Buddhist beads in his hands, and closed his eyes cross-legged.

"Hold on, the people in the association should already be thinking of ways to support us... and the guy who is unwilling to be lonely, should be found soon."

The two swords of Abe Temple returned to their sheaths in awe, kneeling and sitting in the sea of ​​corpses that were slowly dissipating in resentment, seizing the time to recover the lost physical and spiritual power.

"However, with the monster-like strength of that guy, it was a bit too slow to come over... Could it be that Aum Jinri would be the cause of it..."

Looking around the long street where the end of Honglu was lighted with snow, Abe Temple laughed at himself, then threw out the thoughts in his mind, and regained his spiritual power with peace of mind.

"What am I thinking? If he really loses to a few cults, he doesn't deserve to be my old enemy."

After a while, Kato Junko opened his eyes, and looked around her head feelingly: "Don't think, compared to before, is the surrounding area a bit quieter?"

She was right, the Nakanomachi Street where the two were located was too quiet at the moment.

Even the cry of those spirit bodies that were burned alive in the fire disappeared completely.

On the contrary, the cherry blossom rain above the head is thick and like snow, and the fire light on the surrounding buildings is getting more and more fierce.

The sound of Kabuki music that came with the smoke was still ethereal and there was no stopping.

This "Yoshiwara Yanshang" god hidden, like a giant fire crackling and burning, something terrible is brewing silently.

"Boom..."

"Did you hear that?"

As the two continued to close their eyes and adjust their breath, Abe Temple's ears moved slightly and his hollow eyes opened.

"Boom...boom..."

Between the fine footsteps, a slight tremor was being transmitted through the gravel path under him.

"It's those guys, are you here again?"

There seems to be a considerable flow of people, approaching here.

"Even if this love is full of falsehood, do you have to buy me like this?"

The looming Kabuki music became clear and audible as the footsteps approached.

According to the records published by the association, in some weird "heroes", even if the resentful spirit is removed, as long as the formation remains intact, it is likely to be resurrected many times.

The most recent appearance of this type of divine hiding was the "Ri Royal Kobo Apartment" that appeared in Ikebukuro a few months ago, which directly led to the Nirvana hosted by the national treasure-class spirit eliminator Kukai.

"The sound, temperature, and breath are all wrong..."

Forced by a strong sense of uneasiness, Abe Temple stepped onto the eaves on the side by means of the vertical wall, and leapt into the air with strength...

"Hi...this is..."

Like a soaring goshawk, he took a moment to look down in the sky to get a panoramic view of the surrounding situation.

"To the effect, when is it..."

Even though he kept his sword heart lucid, he couldn't help his back numb and exhale in a low voice.

Around the seemingly flames lingering and empty long street, in the lanes and paths like tree trunks and branches, I do not know when quietly standing a well-known costume of old, in the flames of lust outside and tender, tender and tender.

Compared with these earthbound spirits, which are crowded with streets and alleys and can't see the end at a glance, the number of swords in his hands tonight is nothing but a fraction.

These earthbound spirits occupies every inch of space outside the long street one after another, allowing the cherry blossom petals in the sky to turn into flames to add fuel to their dry body...

They were motionless and quietly making no sound.

Those blood-red eyes watched so silently and eagerly, the depths of the long street in the center of Yoshihara Yukaku...

"They...don't do anything...what are they...waiting for?!"

Since these spirits, who could have embraced them, swept away the two, and feasted on them, stood still as if they were onlookers...

Then, where did this intensive footsteps come from?

Leaping down from the sky, Abe Temple's deep gaze followed these earthbound spirits toward the depths of the empty long street.

"On the west side, that's... the direction we're coming from..."

"The flowers blooming on me, the dew drops like rain."

The dull rhythm, the fine footsteps, and the slow, melancholic Japanese song, also came from that direction.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

With the sound and approaching footsteps shaking the ground, a grand parade lined up from the end of the pulsating long street.

"coming……"

The first to appear in the eyes of the two were the dozens of men and women walking in the forefront of the team wearing red and green robes, bathrobes, masks, and burning brilliant flames all over.

"My lord, please indulge in me, this is only one night of rain and cloud."

They stepped on the traditional hand ancient dance step, playing flute, copper bell, Taiko and other instruments in their hands, and walked slowly towards the two of them.

Under the bright red and bloody fire, the images of kappa, fox, and lion flashed brightly and vividly on the white masks.

It is obviously a lively dance, but it has a touch of blood and cruelty.

"Zheng."

Facing this weird scene, Abe Temple did not hesitate to pull out the sword and stood in the middle of the long street without evasive.

"Amitabha Buddha, when the Bodhisattva is practicing the Bodhi path, he is not happy to seek and receive the five desires at home, and enjoys the free time to practice the monastic practice, and enjoys the deep righteousness and the santuo.

Behind him, Kato Junko chanted in a low voice, and a layer of pink Buddha light spread out around the Buddha bell, dyeing the surrounding stone roads pink.

Rejoice in the realm of Dharma and Desirelessness.

When the "world of desirelessness" was unfolding, the flames lingering and singing and dancing masked people at the front of the parade, the stone road under their feet instantly turned pink.

"uh-huh……"

"Aha..."

Amidst uncontrollable humming, they swayed their hungry bodies, and approached the independent Abe Temple in the middle of the long street in a twisted and strange running posture...

"In Oiran Road, the idlers are free..."

"So that's the case, the earth-bound spirits outside stayed still because of this..."

Hearing the words of those earthbound spirits clearly, Kato Junko behind Abe Temple frowned inadvertently.

"Abe donor, be careful... this is Oiran Dochu."

"Daozhong" means parade and parade in Japanese.

When an oiran is named, he will dress in full costumes and walk from his home to the tea house where he welcomes guests in a dignified and luxurious queue.

This is the most luxurious and majestic parade in the Yoshihara Yukura, "Oiran Dochu".

"...The blocker, die!"

Among the rainy cherry blossoms, the few people at the front of the parade finally stroked their bodies, came to Abe Temple with difficulty, and waved their instruments towards him...

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