Chapter 254 Buddhas protection! Benevolent king, charge into battle! 4200
Zutappo: Transliteration of Sanskrit. It originally meant a spiritual temple or a spiritual pagoda. In Japan, it evolved into a straight wooden tablet. It is used as a tablet similar to the blessings of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. On it are written the names of Buddhist scriptures or Dharma meetings, and the names of those who want to be saved.
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The full name of Tachibana Takahiro is written on the Zutaba... Where is this place? It is already revealed - this is the burial place of Tachibana Takayuki.
It was already late at night when everything was silent, and there was no one else in the huge cemetery except Qingdeng.
Neither Zuo Nazi nor the chief executive was beside him.
The solitary Qingdeng looked out of place with his surroundings.
Solemn, serious, nonchalant, calm... all the words that can be used to describe "solemn" can be applied to Qingdeng at this time.
Qingden stared straight at Tachibana Takazhi's Zutaba, his delicate face expressionless, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking at the moment.
At this time, an old male voice suddenly sounded from behind him:
"Hmm? Are you... Tachibana Aoden from the Tachibana family?"
Qingden raised his eyebrows, then slowly turned his head and looked back.
Behind him, at some point, an old monk who had reached the age of holding the imperial staff appeared.
His wrinkled face looked like dehydrated orange peel.
A pair of small old eyes are hidden deep under thick gray long eyebrows.
The big bald head with green and white scalp exposed gives people a feeling that it must feel particularly good to the touch.
The silver-white beard hanging down on his chest was incompatible with his vigorous pace and energetic appearance.
After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Qingdeng's facial lines relaxed slightly.
"It turns out to be Abbot Jingwang."
Jingwang - the Dharma name of this old monk.
He is the abbot and the oldest monk of this temple.
There are many sects of Buddhism in Japan. Different sects have different canons and practice rules.
Although the variety of sects is dazzling at first glance, they can generally be divided into two categories.
The first type of monks can eat whatever they want like ordinary people, without any taboos, and they can also marry and have children.
Another type of monks, like Chinese monks, shave their heads, do not eat meat, do not have sex with women, and abide by strict precepts.
Monk Jingwang belongs to the latter, and it is also the sect with the strictest precepts among them: the "Lv Sect".
In Japan, it is really rare for monks to convert to the Vinaya sect.
The reason why this is so is not complicated at all - the Vinaya sect has too many precepts, which are terrifyingly numerous and frighteningly strict.
As the name suggests, Vinaya is a sect that specializes in the study of Buddhist precepts.
There are a set of complex rules ranging from chanting and worshiping Buddha to eating, drinking, sleeping, and sleeping.
According to incomplete statistics, the original Vinaya sect had at least two to three hundred precepts.
Although after continuous improvement, the current Vinaya precepts have been simplified into ten heavy precepts and forty-eight light precepts, the life of Vinaya monks is still miserable, which discourages those who are not firm in their Buddhist hearts.
In comparison, sects that allow their disciples to eat meat, drink alcohol, marry and have children, such as Jodo Shinshu, naturally have more market and are more popular among the people.
"Abbot Jingwang, long time no see."
Qingdeng bowed slightly and gave a gentle bow to Jingwang.
This temple belongs to the Tachibana family, so it is natural that Qingden and Abbot Jingwan have met several times.
However, the last time the two met was at Tachibana Takayuki's funeral more than a year ago.
"Mr. Orange, why are you here?"
Jingwan opened his eyes wide and stared straight at Qingdeng's face.
His action naturally meant "Aren't you wanted by the government?"
To this day, Ayoto is still heavily suspected of "destroying the Akabane clan".
"I wanted to visit Julong...to visit my father after a long time, so I secretly came to your temple. Abbot Jingwan, if you can, please don't report to the official."
Hearing this, Jingwan unconsciously raised his eyes and looked at Qingdeng's expression thoughtfully.
After a moment, he showed a helpless smile.
"Even though I'm already under arrest, I'm still swaggering through the city... Anyway, since I'm a monk, I shouldn't care about trivial matters in the world anymore. You can stay here as long as you want, as long as you don't bring any trouble to this temple.
Just come and cause trouble."
Qingdeng nodded lightly.
"I can't thank you enough. Having said that, Abbot Jingwang, I am really surprised to meet you right now. I thought it was already this time and all the monks in the temple must have gone to bed."
Jingwang smiled bitterly.
"It's not because of you. I was about to go to sleep, but suddenly I saw a shadow moving outside the window, so I got up to check. To say that I was deeply surprised, I was also the same. I didn't expect that it was late at night, but there was still a visitor coming.
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"I see...I'm sorry to disturb your rest."
Jingwang shook his head.
"It's not in the way. Rather, it makes me happy to see some people come to the cemetery to visit relatives and friends despite the late night."
"In recent years, there have been constant internal and external troubles and social turmoil. It has been very difficult for the people just to stay alive. How can they still have the leisure and energy to visit graves?"
"The cemetery is becoming more and more deserted, and there are more and more undeserved tombs."
[Note: Wuyuan tomb: that is, "extreme household tomb", a solitary tomb with no one coming to worship]
Jingwang took two steps forward and stood beside Qingdeng, standing shoulder to shoulder with Qingdeng.
Both of their eyes fell on Tachibana Takayuki's Zutaba.
"So...Mr. Tachibana, what happened? It's still early before Obon Festival. Why do you want to suddenly go to the cemetery to visit your late father?"
[Note: Bon Festival: Also known as the "Soul Festival", "Hungry Ghost Festival" and "Ghost Festival", it is a festival to pay homage to the dead and remember the ancestors. 】
"...There is no special reason, I just want to come and see him suddenly, and I want to say something unpleasant to him as soon as possible - that's all."
Jingwan tilted his eyes and gave Qingdeng a long, meaningful eye wave. The emotion contained in that eye wave was difficult to grasp.
"Is this really the case?"
To an outsider, Jingwang’s rhetorical question may seem incomprehensible.
However, Qingdeng's calm expression remained.
"Abbot Jingwang, why do you ask this question?"
The old monk raised his face, his eyes buried in wrinkles staring intently at Qingdeng's face.
"Maybe I'm overly concerned, but in my opinion... Mr. Tachibana, you look like you're about to go to the battlefield."
Hearing what Jingwan said, Qingdeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an expression that was mixed with magnanimity and uprightness, half-smiling but not smiling.
"Running to the battlefield... That's probably true. Abbot Jingwan, tonight may be the last time we see each other."
The gaze with deep complex emotions silently moved away from Qingdeng's face.
"...It seems that tonight...no, Edo will not be peaceful again in the next few days."
Jingwang made a sound as if there were words behind the words.
Qingdeng glanced at Jingwang thoughtfully, then raised his gaze and looked at the distant sky, as if letting his thoughts fly to the other side that is not here.
"Abbot Jingwang, do you want to stop me?"
As soon as Qingdeng finished speaking, Jingwang replied without thinking:
"No, I didn't mean that."
This time, Qingdeng's face finally showed an emotion other than "solemnity" - a look of surprise crossed his eyebrows.
"I thought that as a monk...and an old monk with profound Buddhist teachings, you would definitely work hard to prevent the coming of the bloody storm."
Jingwang smiled slightly.
"First of all, I am just a helpless monk. How can He De dictate every move of the 'Benevolent King'?"
"Secondly, if you simply want to commit violence, then I will stop your violence even if I am willing to kill myself."
"However...she told me: You are not going to increase the number of sins, but to fight a battle to save others."
"In this case, I have no reason to stop you."
Jingwan paused for a moment, then added word by word:
"What's the reason to stop a man from fighting."
The moment these words fell, a beam of moonlight stopped between Qingdeng and Jingwan, as if there was a halo surrounding them.
Qingdeng raised his eyebrows, then slowly asked as if chewing every word:
"She? Who is 'she'?"
Jingwan stretched out his right index finger and tapped the center of his eyebrows with an intriguing expression:
"Buddha."
Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Next, as if they had agreed in advance, they both fell silent and stopped talking.
Their eyes once again fell on Tachibana Takayuki's Zutaba.
The silence, exuding a peaceful atmosphere, enveloped the surroundings.
About 5 minutes later, Qingdeng turned back slowly.
"Abbot Jingwang, it's almost time for me to leave."
"Are you leaving now? Have you finished what you want to say to your father?"
"Well, yes. I have said everything that needs to be said. Abbot Jingwang, see you next time - if there is a next time."
Qingdeng held the sword at his waist and strode away.
He had just taken two steps when he suddenly stopped and turned his head as if he suddenly remembered something.
"Abbot Jingwang, can you do me a favor?"
Jing Wang raised his chin and signaled "please speak".
"If tonight... or in a few days, my bones are delivered here, please send a message to all passers-by -
"The Tachibana Taka no Saki clan and Tachibana Aoden Moriharu of the Genji Tachibana family, they stuck to their ways and finally died here. But they still have a little blood left, it can still burn, it is still burning!"
After leaving these words, Qingdeng turned around without any hesitation, stepped on firm steps, and walked straight out at a fast pace.
At this time, a calm male voice without sadness or joy floated out from the slender figure again:
"I don't know whether this trip is a blessing or a curse, I just know that I will keep running forward."
What responded to Qingdeng was Jingwan's stunned look that seemed to be suffocated.
The old man stood there, watching the soldier's back quietly with a strange look on his face.
"...Mr. Tachibana, stay!"
Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, then turned around slowly.
I saw Jingwan taking out a string of extremely smooth Buddhist beads from his arms, twisting the beads with one hand and holding the palm of his other hand in front of his chest.
"The Buddhas of the three generations, according to Prajnaparamita, achieved Anuttarasamyaksambodhi."
While reciting scriptures, he walked slowly towards Qingdeng.
"Therefore, we know that Prajnaparamita is a great divine mantra, a great enlightenment mantra, a supreme mantra, an infinite mantra, etc. It can eliminate all suffering and is true and true."
"So the Prajna Paramita mantra means that the mantra says: Reveal the truth, reveal the truth!"
The tone of pure delusion keeps rising.
At this moment, he had already arrived in front of Qingdeng.
"Polo reveals the truth, Paraṣṭhāna reveals the truth!"
"Bodhisattva!"
As if to crown the opponent, Jingwan gently placed his withered but surprisingly strong left palm on Qingdeng's forehead.
"Go ahead, kid."
he said softly.
"Go and accomplish what you have to accomplish."
"Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra".
This sutra is so famous and spread so widely that even Qingdeng, who does not believe in Buddhism, has heard about it.
Go, go, go through all the roads to the other side.
Move from suffering to liberation, from ignorance to enlightenment.
Qingdeng remained silent and looked at the old monk in front of him without saying a word.
At this moment, he suddenly opened the mouth of the sheath, and quickly pulled out a section of Echizenzumi Tsunayuki Mamoru Kaneshige from his waist, and then forcefully pushed it back into the sheath.
clang!
The sword collided with the scabbard.
The sonorous sound of gold and iron striking each other resounded in all directions.
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Edo, a casino owned by the Shimizu clan——
"Ha~~I'm so sleepy..."
"Hey, don't yawn and cheer up. If the boss finds you deserting while on duty, you will be punished to death."
Yakuza, dressed as two younger brothers, performs the task of guarding the gate conscientiously.
"Oh, it doesn't matter if we have a short errand, right?"
The Yakuza who yawned just now shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"Anyway, it's impossible for anyone to come to our Qingshui clan's territory to cause trouble. It doesn't matter if we just stay in a daze for a while and run some errands, right?"
"Having said that, the tasks that should be performed must still be performed well... huh? Hey, look, someone is coming."
"Um?"
The two of them looked straight ahead in no particular order.
I saw a samurai wearing two swords walking out of the darkness at the street ahead.
He didn't have any companions, and he didn't carry any other weapons except the sword. He just walked straight towards the casino alone.
Both Yakuza instinctively sensed that this warrior seemed strange, so they quickly shouted loudly:
"Hey! Who are you? Come and do...Hey! Hey! What are you going to do?!"
In an instant, the warrior suddenly accelerated his pace!
A slow walk turned into a trot, then into a fast run, and finally into a gallop with endless afterimages!
Soon after saying it, the warrior suddenly exerted his strength and jumped up high.
Before the two Yakuza could figure out the situation, one of them was "crushed" by the fallen samurai.
The man who survived for the time being pulled out his knife and put on a chaotic fighting posture while stammering and trembling:
"Who are you?! Do you know where this place is?!"
"Of course I know, I'm here just to kill you all."
The next moment he heard this brief self-introduction, a shining slash filled his field of vision...
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Tachibana Taka no Saki-mune and Tachibana Aoden Moriharu of the Tachibana family, they stuck to their ways and finally died here. But they still have a little blood left, it can still burn, it is still burning - just with this sentence
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