Chapter 1 Little Monk in Tokyo

Arakawa Ward, Tokyo.

In late autumn, at midnight, Shiraishi walked on the second-floor corridor of the Japanese-style house. Without lights, he could only see his feet and his side.

Deeper in the corridor, it was dark as ink.

There is no end to the corridor, and I do not know how long.

The solid wood floor underneath changed from white and bright new lacquer to dark and decaying, as if burned by fire, stepping on it and making an overwhelming creak.

The walls of the corridor were also stained with smoky black, with a strange smell.

Vaguely, you can even hear the sound of flames rising, the crackling sound of wooden boards being burned in the flames, and even screams of people.

Illusion?

It is not an illusion. The gap in the floor suddenly rises into a green fire.

The corridor was enveloped by flames for a while. The fire was colored, warm, hot, and even produced thick smoke.

Walking in a green fire, burned by the flames.

A scorched hand suddenly caught Shiraishi's ankle.

Looking back, he was lying on the ground with a black body, like a charcoal stick crawling out of the flames. Only his face was abnormally clear, and although he was covered with burn marks, he could see the painful eyes.

"Save ... save me ..."

"I hurt ... I'm hot ..."

"The donor is anxious, the little monk will help you out of the sea of ​​suffering."

Gentle, gentle, with a sound of great love.

Bai Shixiu bent down, and with regret and affection in his eyes, pulled up the scorched hand.

"thanks, thanks......"

The scorched figure, the painful face, gradually disappeared from the daze.

However, the voice of thanks was just sounded, and there was a turning point in the future ...

The palm of the Buddha with the hot light was imprinted on its brain.

moment.

Light purifies the darkness, purifies the green flames, purifies the floors and walls burned by the flames and turned into coke, and restores its original appearance.

The scorched fire ghost, without a word, evaporates on the spot.

The light flickered.

Everything calmed down, and calm returned here.

Youhuo, smoky, and fire ghosts are like hallucinations and never appear.

Bai Shixiu squatted on the ground, her beautiful brows squeezing.

"Is there something wrong?"

Bai Shixiu just used Daming Guangzhang.

This style of action, according to Shiraishi's expectations, should be used to purify the grievances on the grudge soul, wash away the injustice on the other side, and help him rise to heaven.

As a result, the fire ghost evaporated without a word.

Is it ...

Is it too good to send it directly to the Western Bliss World?

"I didn't expect the donor to have a deep relationship with me. I went to the Buddha first, and the little monk first celebrated the donor here."

Shiraishi nodded with satisfaction, then whispered "The Curse of Death".

This is a mantra for transcending undead.

Overdone.

Bai Shixiu stepped out of the house, and a middle-aged man standing at the door immediately greeted him and asked rather nervously.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"The donor of Nishimura rest assured that the wandering spirits have been overrun by the little monk, and you can continue to rent this room out," Shiraishi comforted.

The other party is the owner of this room, Nishimura, who also hires Shiraishi.

This house is an old house of the West Village family. Instead of living by itself, it was rented out and rented to several tenants at the same time to earn rent ...

Such things are not uncommon in Japan.

Not long ago, a house caught fire and a tenant was burned to death.

Later, after investigation, the tenant was lethargic while smoking after drunk, and the cigarette butt fell on the flammable material, which caused a fire and failed to escape ...

The final result given by the police was suicide.

Although there is no hot pot in Fangdongxi Village, refurbished houses still cost a lot of savings.

After the renovation, due to the death of the fire, the business was greatly reduced, and it turned out to be haunted, and it was even more fortunate for West Village.

As a last resort, Nishimura asked a friend to introduce him, and found a temple monk who was said to have mana and had a low fee to get rid of the spirit.

Now, I heard Shiraishi say things have been resolved.

Nishimura's heart finally fell.

Originally I wanted to light a cigarette, just touched my pocket, hesitated, then let go of my hand, and sighed to Shiraishi.

"The little master probably doesn't know, that spirit is my last tenant Shoji Kawaguchi, and also a poor man.

"I live in Iwate Prefecture. After graduating from high school, I came out to work and came to Tokyo with my girlfriend who was in college ...

"As a result, some time before the accident, the part-time job closed down and was temporarily unemployed. Within a few days, the young girlfriend Zhu Ma saw the prosperity of the big city, broke up with him, and ran away with other men ...

"Blogging with sorrow, losing fire ... perhaps it was this despair that finally turned him into an evil spirit ...

"This world is too difficult. This is probably the bitter sea of ​​the monk population ..."

Shiraishi nodded.

I racked my brains and came up with a word of comfort.

"The Buddha said that life and death are bitter. Everyone is up and down in the sea of ​​misery. Because of this, we have to enrich ourselves, maintain a good attitude, and not be affected by evil thoughts.

"study hard, improve every day!

"In this way, even in the face of suffering, you can continue to the future!"

"..."

Hearing Shiraishi's words, Nishimura took out his purse and froze, stunned.

Even if he didn't believe in Buddhism and hadn't seriously studied the Buddhism, he could instinctively feel that these words were wrong.

The ups and downs of the bitter sea? Hold on to have a better tomorrow?

Did the Buddha say this?

The Buddha is not saying, is the sea of ​​bitterness boundless, and the shore turned back?

Nishimura suddenly felt a bit unreliable.

However, in the middle of the night, please ask the young monk to come and do things, and it is not good to owe others money.

And looking at Bai Shixiu's green leather board and inch head, and the young and strong body under the gray monk robe.

Nishimura honestly took out the money for extermination beforehand.

Ten thousand yen.

After receiving the 10,000 yen, Shiraishi bowed with satisfaction.

"Thank you donor, the little monk has left."

"Small master go slowly!"

Looking at the back of the gray robe that was gradually disappearing in the darkness, Xicun watched his house shrouded in the night, and suddenly gave a shiver.

Hurry out of here.

Let's talk about the house tomorrow. If you keep haunting in the future, it only shows that this little monk is a liar!

Can no longer be greedy for cheap, next time you must find those famous shrines and practices!

Shiraishi, who had gone far, didn't know and didn't mind Nishimura's thoughts.

He happily held 10,000 yen, gestured under the street light, and put it into his wallet.

Today's earnings are credited!

Over the past year, tuition fees, food and clothing have been removed.

Shiraishi has relied on practices to save 500,000 yen!

The money is not much.

But you can also repaint the Buddha statues in the temple, repaint some of the temple's broken walls ...

Well, this 500,000 yuan is not enough.

But don't worry.

In the past year, Shiraishi has been a little known in Tokyo for his spirits and practices.

At the beginning, Shiraishi did not receive a deconviction commission for a month, so he could only propagate everywhere ...

Now, every few days, there will be a variety of commissions to come to your door, such as overdoing, de-evil, exorcism, and practice ... all are introduced by acquaintances, and "business" is booming.

Two years into this world, Shiraishi has completely integrated into this place.

(End of this chapter)