"This is really...a bit too many."

After opening the envelope and pulling out the banknotes, the handsome monk couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

No more or less, fifty-year-old Fukuzawa Yukiki, who can live in a remote area of ​​Tokyo for half a year even if he saves money.

Put the envelope in the clothes, and the monk hasn't figured out how to use the money well.

Setagaya District is an absolutely wealthy area. In other words, there are very few homeless people. The homeless people gathered in the former Shimocho area and drank a little at the faucet of the park. The handsome monk continued to walk towards the next ancient temple. There are so many famous temples in Tokyo, but there is still some abbot of the abbot who is compassionate and willing to do good deeds for the poor.

Two police officers in the distance continued to follow the monk and saw the monk taking out Fukuzawa Yukiki from the envelope, both of them sucked their eyes.

"It's going to be one million."

"I'm afraid there are more than one million inside... Where is he going down there or a temple?"

"Well, it looks like the Mitz Institute."

"Hey, he answered the phone, his expression was wrong, and he turned around."

"Follow up!"

Although the track stations in Setagaya District are not as dense as Shinjuku, they are still quite large. Fortunately, it is not the rush hour in the morning and evening, otherwise it would be difficult for the two police officers to rush through the surging crowds to track the monk.

After the prompt sound like a m order was recorded, the high-speed train stopped in Kichijoji.

After all, he measured the monks in Tokyo with his feet. Their footwork was very fast. The two policemen wanted to hide while tracking them, but they were almost thrown away by the monk.

"Master, you are finally here!"

Several people were waiting in front of a house, and when they saw the handsome monk, they immediately rushed over.

"Abe, he is almost out of reach."

"Yes, Abe just wants to see you before leaving."

These are all age groups that are old and have a headache for the island government. Taro Iizuka even hoped that the elderly people across the country would die early in public.

As for these elderly people who are both older and constantly "make trouble" politically, they are becoming more and more thorny in their eyes.

"Okay!" The monk didn't have time to breathe and walked into the room with big strides.

He was ready to recite the mantra of rebirth directly, but he didn't expect that Old Man Abe would still breathe a sigh of relief.

It was just too unhappy. Abe's room was already full of old friends and descendants who were rushing to come. The crying sounds were connected in the room, and the cryers were sincere and did not pretend.

"Amitabha."

When I saw a monk walking in, my relatives who were crying consciously made way for the passage. The monk is very respected in the island country, especially in the current situation.

"Master...Master, you are here." Old Man Abe relied on his last breath to hold on, and saw the monk walking in and his eyes showed a touching divine light.

“Abe donor…”

"I'd like to ask the master to lead everyone to go on. Justice must not be buried... We want to seek justice for the unfortunate ones..." As he said that, the old man looked at the shrine in the room. There were black and white photos of a young man enshrined on it. He was in his early twenties and was the grandson of the old man Abe. The monk remembered that this young man died tragically in the influence of the Rashomon incident.

"It will definitely happen, and all truth will shine sooner or later."

"Then, that's good..." Abe burst out with great strength, holding the monk's wrist tightly, his eyes shining with light, as if he wanted to convey his will to the monk.

After stiffening for a few seconds, Abe let out a breath and fell heavily on the pillow.

All the energy and spirit are drawn away, and the memories of the past decades have also disappeared. When a person dies, he will not only be inactive, but also means that a precious videotape engraved with the times can never be returned.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"dad."

"grandfather!"

Seeing Abe swallowing his last breath, the suppressed cry in the room turned into crying, and a sad atmosphere almost flowed out of the room.

“Hey.”

People die like lamps extinguishing.

The handsome monk sighed and began to recite the mantra of rebirth. He felt very angry and felt what kind of pain it would be to die. Whether it is for the dead or the living, the world must be changed!

"So that's the case. This monk is really loved."

"After all, people who can be involved in big names have some specialties."

The two policemen were slightly relieved when they heard the sound in the room from the monitor, but then frowned again. This was to win people's hearts and be a big deal!

What exactly is the Deputy Prime Minister going to do!

"It's easy to walk, it's easy to walk." Accompanied by the rebirth mantra in the monitor headphones, Beitian closed his hands together and expressed his respect from afar.

However, an explosion-like scream suddenly came from the headphones, almost breaking the eardrums of the two policemen.

"Living, Abe is resurrected!"

"Oh my God, Buddha is above!"

The two policemen were confused when they heard this, so Ba couldn't rush in and find out.

"Ahem, ahem!!"

Abe, who had been dressed up for a while, was about to go to the funeral home, suddenly sat up from the bed and coughed violently.

The crying relative was suddenly hit by a hammer. When he saw Abe sitting up, he was so scared that he almost passed away.

"Wow! Ah!"

"Resurrection!"

The monk's mantra of rebirth chanted also came to an abrupt end. He didn't know whether he should continue to recite it downward or not.

The mantra of rebirth should not have been recited. How can the dead still be resurrected?

But no matter what, this is a good thing, at least it is better than being stuffed into a cremation facility and resurrected.

"Amitabha."

The handsome monk was about to congratulate the Abe family with a warm face, but the old man Abe, who had just recovered, grabbed the monk's arm again.

“Hey?”

"Master, thank you, Master!"

"Huh?" The handsome monk's face was full of culture, so why did he thank himself again? He just recited the mantra of rebirth and did some small work, which was not worthy of being thanked like this.

Abe's face was radiant, he opened his eyes wide and looked around, his lips trembling: "I just saw it, my soul floated up, floating on the roof and looking down at you, and then some ghosts and gods stood at the door of the room and wanted to lead me to the Ultimate Spring."

The others in the room looked at the door with furious eyes, which was already crowded with gay old men, and no one looked like death.

"Then I was thinking that I was finally going to end my life, but the ghosts and gods took a few steps forward. After seeing the master, they immediately retreated and did not dare to approach him at all!"

This sounds like a story of lying to children, but now the person who has been resurrected is sitting on the bed and telling it himself.

"He walked for a few seconds and looked at my soul and said--There is a big man here. It seems that your mission in this life has not been completed, and your life should not be lost."

"Then the ghosts and gods went away. I faintly saw the master's body emitting golden light and there was a phantom behind him, but before I could see which god and Buddha were behind him, I woke up!"
Chapter completed!