I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Miss Xiaoniaoyou, do you want a ride?"

"Then it's time for you... Undocumented Rider."

"Hey, hey, it's just two laps in the park, and he didn't go on a public road, so it doesn't count as driving without a license. 』

Looking at the dusty knight in front of him, Kotori Yumami smiled, and skillfully jumped onto the back seat, grabbing his clothes.

"Oh, oh, this amount... I got rich, I got rich!"

When Sousuke Araki took the little bird Yumami to collect the soul dust of the "saplings" along the way, and returned to the bottom of the white giant tree, less than one-tenth of the volume of this huge ghost dissipated. For white light...

Under the translucent white tree, a huge amount of soul dust, like water rushing into the sea, poured into the bucket bag in an endless stream.

Like countless flying fireflies, and like fireworks blooming at night.

The three put their hands together, immersed in the scene before them that was more poignant than the Obon Festival fireworks festival, and did not speak for a while.

Whether it is ghosts, ghosts, or ordinary animals, plants, and humans, the volume of the soul is equivalent.

The equivalent amount of soul dust in front of me represents the countless lives that have passed away in this Hakone mountain in the past two hundred years and are worth paying homage to.

...

It was already ten minutes later when the giant tree completely turned into white light and dissipated.

"The blockade of Yin and Yang has also been lifted..."

After recovering from the trance, Kotori Yumaumi noticed that the high-rise buildings that originally surrounded Toyama Park and disappeared in the mist became clearly visible again at this moment.

The only difference is that the top of the mountain has been cut off and the Hakone Mountain is more than ten meters shorter...

The hub of the "Tai Chi Yin-Yang Formation" arranged here was completely destroyed.

Because of the "Yin of Yang" located in the Imperial Palace and the support of several pivots on the Chuo Line and the Yamanote Line, the failure of the "Yang of Yin" will not invalidate the entire formation.

This is also the ingenious design of the "Tai Chi Yin-Yang Array".

However, if it is not repaired in time, it will inevitably cause the flow of grievances in the entire Tokyo to be disordered and there will be nowhere to put it.

It is estimated that the people in Yinyang Liao are very busy.

No matter what, the Toyama Park in front of us finally regained its former calm.

"Hey, there's no need to buy spray paint, just treat it as a geological disaster. Anyway, earthquakes are very common..."

"It just so happens that the construction labor service company opened by a friend on the road has a good rebate rate..."

Seeing the messy and bare "Shin-Hakone Peak" in front of him, Ryoma took out his phone two days ago and reported to the class.

"Huh, it's almost three o'clock if you don't pay attention."

Picking up the bucket gym bag, Araki Sousuke took out his phone to check the time.

"After three o'clock, it's just past ugly time."

It has been more than an hour since the two met the infiltrating "ugly worship" from the top of the mountain.

"Really, there was a big battle."

When he thought that he originally planned to save as many resentful spirits as possible, but in the end it almost destroyed Toshan Park, Xiaoniao Youmao couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded.

"Zongjie, we've got in touch, and we'll follow the procedure to deal with the aftermath... Do you want to go eat together..."

Here, after finishing the report, Ryoma hung up the phone, turned around, and pointed at Araki Sosuke's waist with a strange expression, "You, your thick and long thing, can you still shine?"

A ray of fluorescent light is faintly spilling out through the scratched gap of the sports bag.

"No way? Is this enough to feed you?!"

Araki Sousuke unzipped the zipper and took out the thick Taketori picture scroll.

On the surface of the originally simple picture scroll, a symbol composed of faint white light appeared at some point.

This simple and obscure pictographic symbol with unclear meaning looks like it was written by someone with a brush.

"What does this symbol... mean?"

Two days ago Ryoma raised his eyebrows and asked the little witch beside him curiously.

"I haven't seen it either, maybe I can gain something by going back to the classics..."

Kotori Yumasumi also shook her head.

"I said... this thing, it seems..."

Just when the two were at a loss, Araki Sousuke, who was holding the picture scroll and looking at it, seemed to have discovered something.

"...is it an arrow?!"

No matter how he turned the picture scroll in his hand, one end of the symbol on it was always turning like a compass, pointing in the same direction.

...

Kanagawa Prefecture, Kawasaki Daishiji Temple.

Without the pilgrims who flock here during the day, Pingjian Temple looks even more sacred and majestic under the quiet and peaceful night.

The doors and windows of the "Fudong Hall" in the temple still faintly see the orange flame of the ever-burning lamp.

Standing outside the hall, you can still hear the voice of someone piously reciting Buddhist scriptures.

In the hall, the presider of the Kawasaki Daishiji Temple is sitting cross-legged on a futon, twirling Buddhist beads, and his eyes reveal the unique depth and melancholy of a middle-aged man.

"All appearances are illusory... If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata..."

At this moment, it is not him who is reciting the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

"Ahem, Vice President Changtian..."

Opposite the Dharma promotion, a middle-aged Mediterranean man in cassock, holding Buddhist beads, and a retainer around his neck is kneeling before the Buddha, chanting devoutly.

It was the "Buddha" office worker who was active on the Tomei Expressway last night and communicated passionately with the expressway mother-in-law, Hiroshi Toda.

"Why, Hongfa presided over it, but Fudo Myoko felt my sincerity?"

Hearing Hongfa calling him, Hiroshi Tsuneda turned around stiffly, and gave him the affectionate gaze unique to middle-aged men.

"My Buddha is merciful, so I can naturally feel your sincerity..."

Looking at Hiroshi Toda, who was dressed as a nondescript monk, and the back of the other's head that was more dazzling than his own, Hongfa couldn't help but twitch his eyes slightly.

"...However, the temple does not stay overnight. It is already late at night, so please go back, Vice President Tokita."

Hongfa picked up the teacup on the side and took a sip.

"The little monk has made up his mind to take refuge in my Buddha, and he will never leave unless he enters the sect of your monastery and learns the refining method of the secret exorcism tool..."

Facing the "serving tea to see off guests" presided over by Hongfa, Hiroshi Tsuneda, who has already called himself a "little monk", flashed a white light on his glasses, showing a resolute and indifferent expression like an ascetic monk.

"Professor Hongfa, I also know that the refining method of these secret treasures of becoming a Buddha must be the secret of your monastery."

"But in this chaotic world, no one can be alone. If these secret treasures of Buddhahood are produced in energy, they will definitely promote the rapid and standardized development of the profession of spirit remover!"

"You also know that in this life, I have intensively researched the tools for eliminating spirits, and for this reason, I have converted to dozens of sects, just for..."

Like a speech, he described his "professional standardization development plan for spirit removers" to Hongfa with passion, sincerity, and sincerity...