I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Bastard, if it weren't for that knife, my uncle would have put this body..."

"boom!!"

"Mochizuki Che" hadn't finished speaking, Shuten-douji had already lifted his body, threw it out like garbage, and ruthlessly smashed it into the broken buildings.

"...Now that you are like this, since you dare to call that name that I have long since abandoned, you should be ready to die, right?"

The whole body of "Mochizuki Che" appeared strangely distorted, rebounded at high speed like a tennis ball hit against the wall, and returned to Shuten-douji.

It was as if he had never left.

"It's useless to talk too much, you, a treacherous guy, don't deserve to call me a close friend at all!"

He was still in mid-air, and he was already punching Shuten-douji hard in the face, not to be outdone...

"When you came from Ibuki Mountain and won the title of Dajiang Mountain Ghost King from me, you promised to lead us to rule the world!"

"Obviously we made an appointment, but we can only lose at my hands..."

"But because of his greed for women and wine, he lost to mere human beings, and ended up with nothing but a broken head!"

His power of ghosts and gods and Ziyan's lingering fist were so powerful that they brought Shuten-douji's hard cheeks into a violent deformation.

"...If it wasn't for taking revenge on the human race and taking back your head, I would not hesitate to open Rashomon, drive all ghosts to travel in the night, and fight against the four major Onmyoji in Heianjing. How could I have ended up like this!"

"boom."

The huge Shuten-douji turned into a spinning top and flew into the opposite mountain wall like a missile, crushing several houses.

"Hey...that's really worth a drink."

The figure of Shuten-douji slowly walked out from the collapsed rubble, his eyes became extremely sharp.

"Hey, although your fist is much softer than before, my body is not much better..."

He spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm to the side, and all the gray and ghostly aura of his body burned into golden demon fire.

"I accept your challenge. Let's settle the victory and defeat owed for thousands of years together today!"

With the power of great rivers and mountains, the ghost king descends!

In this golden will-o'-the-wisp, scriptures can be vaguely circulated, with a profuse chanting sound, which makes people want to bow down piously when they hear it.

It is obviously a ferocious will-o'-the-wisp, but it has the same origin and ancestor as the Buddha's light.

"Pfft...hahahaha, the way of heaven is like reincarnation. When you completely abandoned this body of Buddha power and devoted yourself to the way of ghosts and gods, did you ever think about the day you lost and regained today?!"

Watching this scene, "Wangyue Che" laughed loudly, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

"Tsk, the Tokugawa idiots... all blame the thing that nourishes this body, it has such a Buddha nature..."

Slowly spreading his palms, Jiu Tun-douji's blood-colored pupils reflected the golden fire of ghosts and Buddhas burning in his palms, and the corners of his mouth twitched in dissatisfaction.

...

Mount Ibuki, Daming Temple.

A handsome, fair-skinned young boy is sitting cross-legged at the head of the hall.

Pilgrims coming and going lined up outside the hall respectfully, just to come to him with hands clasped together and praying in a low voice.

"Host, why do they want to worship me?"

The young boy looked at the old monk beside him in puzzlement.

He doesn't understand.

Since it is said that all living beings are equal, why should we decide to line up based on the thickness of incense and money?

Adults, who are obviously older and more knowledgeable than themselves, want to cry out their confusion and troubles to their own children, repent of their sins, and ask themselves to chant scriptures to guide them on the path to ultimate happiness.

"Because you are the son of God bestowed by Ibuki Daimyo, the only one who can listen to the words of the gods."

"Is it Ibuki Daimyojin?"

The young boy turned his head and looked at the statue behind him.

What appeared in his eyes was just a hideous strange stone carved with eight snake heads.

"Ibuki, it's time to chant."

The old monk on the side reminded softly.

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

While reciting in a low voice the well-known and identical Buddhist scriptures, tears slowly welled up in the eyes of the young child.

Shenzi wept, which made the pilgrims beside him even more emotional.

Human beings are so pitiful.

Looking at the people kneeling and worshiping him in front of him, the young boy burst into tears and wet the monk's robe.

There is no pure land of bliss at all, and I have never heard the voice of a god.

For powerful beings like gods and Buddhas, weak human beings are just like ants.

These people have lived for decades and never cared about the life and death of the ants at their feet, but they still can't figure out the simplest truth, and seek self-forgiveness in their fictional dreams.

The bells are ringing day after day, and the Buddhist scriptures are being heard year after year.

Years go by, monks grow old, but the Son of God remains.

Things in the market, leaving one's hometown, injustice of the rich and powerful, life and death...

The pilgrims left the mountain with false comfort.

Only the ever-changing and accumulated troubles, resentments and sins of all living beings, in the form of evil karma, linger in the heart of the Son of God, whispering in his ear day and night.

Why is it necessary to bear the karma of all beings when one is born as the Son of God?

His heart is magnanimous, his faith is pure, and he is completely lost.

The scarlet fire of karma burned in Shenzi's heart, endowing him with ghost claws, pointed ears, long horns and red skin...

Only drinking heavily and eating meat can temporarily extinguish this annoying flame.

After giving up the power of this Buddha, there is no Ibuki in the world, only Jiutun.

These humans are so stupid.

The heart stops beating, the brain withers, and the bones decay, so there are no worries...

All beings are stupid, let the immortal and strongest me save these poor existences.

After I conquer all directions and become strong enough, even the gods cannot be ignored...

I will help you and others in my stomach by the way, and ask the last sentence.

...

"Hmph, it doesn't matter whether it's a Buddha or a ghost, let's do it!"

Recovering from his memory, Shuten-douji unhurriedly spread out his palms towards the empty space in front of him.

"Although this Buddha fire is indeed disgusting, it should be enough to deal with you now..."

"Stop talking nonsense and give me a shot!"

A huge impact spread out in his palm.

The figure of "Mochizuki Che" appeared in front of Shutendouji with a purple streamer, belatedly.

His heavy punch happened to be tightly held by Shuten-douji.

"...Good job!"

As soon as "Wangyue Che" finished speaking, Shutendouji's sandbag-sized fist, carrying the golden demon fire, bombarded him densely like raindrops.

"Wangyue Che" was like a kite floating in a typhoon, his body twisted continuously under the wind of fists, but he couldn't escape because his fists were clenched tightly by alcohol.

"It's cool! Look at my trick..."

Amidst the dense and deadly punches, "Wangyue Che" showed an expression of enjoyment.

Several streaks of purple flame ghost claws tear apart the void as densely as rain, pressing down hard with Shuten-douji at the center.

"Oh? This trick still has a bit of the taste of the past..."

Licking the corner of his mouth greedily, Shuten-douji continued to punch, letting these ghost claws and the demon fire on his body be annihilated together.

"But for me, it's not enough..."

"Hmph, I just don't want to hurt you during foreplay."

It was obviously an extremely dangerous life-to-life fight, and the two people who knew each other's abilities like the back of their hands, actually enjoyed it so much, fighting each other hard without dodging or evading.