Rent Ghost Company

Chapter 53 Leaving Takaya Mountain

Japan is extremely poor these days.

First, Kyoto Station was attacked by cults. Half of the station was blown up, and dozens of policemen died in the line of duty. The cult even rushed to the street and beat two of the most prosperous commercial streets to pieces before being killed. Of course, this is just a statement from the news. According to the gossip spread by witnesses at that time, the cult can fly and jump out of the hand is a big truck that can split the back eight wheels with a knife. It is simply not a human being, but a superhero in the cartoon! These gossips really caused a lot of panic. At least the police in Japan caused a strong response, so that when they went to round up the so-called backbone of God's creation science and truth religion afterwards, once the other party made a little bigger move, it would lead to random gunshots. As a result, in the huge round-up campaign, Fewer people were caught alive and more killed, so that the media attacked the police for their abuse of violence, so that the citizens' sense of security was greatly reduced.

The matter of this cult attack has not stopped, and the terrorists are coming again. I don't know which of them is looking at the bigwigs in Japanese politics. They killed several people in a day. Some rushed up with knives and stabbed them to death, some were shot in the head from a long distance with a gun, some were killed by a man-made car accident, and even an official. The Chief Fang was killed by a suicide bomber, and even more than a dozen of his attendants were killed.

As soon as the terrorists took action, the stock market fell again and again. It was almost time to catch up with the financial storm. One day, it fell to the bottom, and then gangs from all over Japan began to fight. Originally, in this country where gangs are legalized, it is very common for two or three gangsters to fight because of disputes. Even if most people have not seen it, they have at least read the relevant content in the news, but once, dozens of gangs, large and small, are fighting at the same time in any larger city, you can see guns and waving knives from time to time. The gangsters are fighting, just like a civil war.

This is not over yet. The man-made disaster has not stopped, and the natural disaster has come again. It is said that the underground toxic gas spewed out of Takanoyama because of geological changes. The Self-Defense Force blocked hundreds of miles around Takanoyama and did not allow anyone to enter or leave. Even the media reporters were firmly blocked outside the site of the accident by the Self-Defense Force, that is, no one to enter. When I went to the disaster relief, no one came out to ask for help. It was simply to let more than 100,000 people in more than a dozen villages and towns within hundreds of miles to live and die!

It is far away from the incident, and ordinary people may not feel anything about it, but those journalists who have been out all year round smelled the strong smell of shady things at the first time. There must be something tricky in it, so the government adopts this method of isolation. No matter what happens in it, as long as you can write it out as soon as possible, it will definitely be big news! For this big news, the reporters showed their magical power and tried to find a way to enter the blockade zone to get the first information. However, those reporters who dared to cross the blockade line of the Self-Defense Forces were all arrested and locked in a small dark room. After arresting dozens of people, these uncrowned kings were finally shocked, and there was no one else. He sneaked in, but changed to squatting in the place closest to the defense line to guard the news. Behind the blockade line of each main road, there are at least ten media reporters squatting up!

Dozens of military vehicles are parked on both sides of the main road leading to Osaka City. Four tanks stand side by side, blocking the whole road tightly. The self-defense guards with live ammunition and killing faces scattered into a long line of defense behind the tank. The direction is not the blockade area, but the outside. Obviously, although this substantial army without the name of the army was used, their main task was not to prevent anyone from coming out of it, but to prevent people from rushing in.

Later, there were more than a dozen cars parked, mixed with several eye-catching live broadcast cars. These were all driven by major media reporters. The reporters of several TV stations chose their own angles and talked about the camera lens with holding microphones. Of course, they were also black at the specific situation. At this time, it was mainly Introduce the defense situation here, and then review whether there are any similar situations in history. Although it is out of stock in the stomach, it can also be said that the mouth is splashed, as if everyone knows what happened at the bottom.

Compared with those print media reporters, they seem to be much more doless. They are looking around, as if they want to find some clues that can prove the situation from the surrounding environment.

After several experienced reporters took a few photos of the army blocking the road, they went up and tried to get close to the soldiers with tight faces, but without exception, they were pushed away coldly and had no choice but to retreat. Several brothers who were in the same disease looked at each other and smiled bitterly. One of them shook his head and said, "I have never encountered this kind of situation. Even if there is really toxic gas coming out from the ground, you have to send someone to see the situation, but they don't seem to have any intention of going in at all." Another said, "I talked to the lieutenant just now. Although I didn't find anything useful, I could see that he was very nervous. He should know something." Another sneered, "Who can't see the nervousness? The tanks are on the road. I have been a soldier before. It can be seen that their guns are full of bullets. They are not pretending to scare people. If something really happens, they will definitely shoot.

Several people were chatting, and suddenly they heard a firecracker-like roar in front of the tank. With the roar, the transparent air ripples ripples like layers of water, as if a stone was thrown into the water and splashed a big wave. A large red spark spout in the center of the empty ripples, followed by a few dark shadows with the fire. Hua fell out together and fell heavily on the top of the tank, which made a thumping sound, and even made the heavy tank tremble violently. A dark shadow was hitting the tank's barrel, and the barrel was bent on the spot.

The reporters' eyes were so sharp that they could see clearly that the fallen monks in black cloth and coarse cloth monk clothes were dressed up. In the eyes of these well-informed reporters, it was simply the best identity sign.

That turned out to be a senior monk of Zhenyan!

I don't know what happened to these monks. Their clothes are ragged and embarrassed, and their hands and feet are broken and vomiting blood, looking miserable and embarrassed.

A blood-like bright red strange fog appeared out of thin air and swaggered over the monk and the tank.

The soldier below nervously raised the automatic rifle in his arms, as if he was going to shoot at the blood fog.

A Shingon monk suddenly shouted, "Don't shoot, let him go!"

Although it was not a regular superior, the soldiers immediately put down their guns.

Such a small scene, seen in the eyes of the reporters around him, immediately triggered countless thoughts. The fast-handed reporter quickly took out the camera to shoot the blood fog and the monks of the Zhenyan Sect. Of course, the fastest was the cameramen who were shooting the camera from the host to the blood fog at the first time.

There was a sudden squeaky sound, and all the operating electronic equipment turned off the black screen, and no lens scene could be photographed.

The strange blood fog floated slowly for a moment in full view of the public, and finally disappeared into the dense forest by the roadside.

The soldiers who formed the blockade suddenly moved, but instead of chasing the blood fog, they surrounded the reporters and confiscated all the tools that could take pictures. A reporter was extremely dissatisfied with the geology and asked a few questions and threatened to expose their behavior that hindered the freedom of the press. As a result, he was killed by several soldiers on the spot. Push it down and beat it up.

After confiscation of all the tools, all the reporters were gathered in one place. They were forced to squat on the ground with their heads in their hands like prisoners. Obviously, these big-headed soldiers did not have any respect or taboos for the uncrowned king. If they were a little disobedient, they would be scolded, and if they were almost kicked.

After staying for a long time, I saw a Shingon monk coming accompanied by several officers. The monk was one of the few people who had just fallen out. Although he changed his neat and clean clothes and wiped away his blood, his face was still pale and he was also limping. Seeing that the reporters were treated so rudely, an officer shouted a few words at the big soldiers and then asked the reporters to stand up.

The monk Zhenyanzong walked to the reporters and said politely, "All benefactors, poor monk Zhenyanzong Yinjian."

A reporter dared to ask, "Master Yinjian, what do you mean by arresting us all and trapping us here?"

Monk Yinjian said, "This is Mr. Itasaka from Yomiuri Shimbun. Your words are serious. I just want to ask you to tell you what happened, not to be imprisoned."

The reporter was shocked and thought that he didn't hang up a famous brand. It was the first time he saw this monk. How did he know that I was a reporter of Yomiuri Shimbun and that my surname was Matsuzaka? I didn't dare to talk nonsense for a moment.

The Yinjian monk said again: "You are all well-informed people. You must have some doubts about the situation of Koya Mountain. I might as well say to you directly that there is no toxic gas leakage at all, but there are hell demons coming to the world to do evil! I sent my ancestor, Master Konghai, to issue an entrance to hell under the ground of Koya Mountain. At any time, there will be hell demons entering the world to do evil, so I made a vow to guard this entrance and not to let the hell evil spirits harm the world. That's why I set up a Shingon sect headquarters in Koya Mountain to block the entrance to hell, but recently Due to geological changes, the location of the entrance to hell tilted and was separated from our magic town, so that some hell evil spirits flowed to the world as evil. Our sect colluded with the government and blocked the surroundings to prevent evil spirits from flowing away. Now I really say that the monks are catching evil spirits in the middle of them, which can be eliminated in a few days. The blood fog you just saw is a kind of hell evil spirit. My brother's mana is low and can't beat him, but he has summoned our master to intercept him, and he will never let him run for too long. But please don't spread the accident, so as not to cause unnecessary panic. If you can guarantee that you will not publish these things, you can leave now.

Hearing this big paragraph of unimaginable words, the reporters were stunned and kept muttering to each other, and they didn't know whether they believed it or not. The monk didn't care whether they believed it or not. After saying that, he nod his head to the officer beside him and turned around and left. Several officers quickly followed him, leaving only a captain who shouted at the reporters with a tiger's face and said, "Listen. What you just heard and saw are state secrets. According to the National Security and Confidentiality Regulations, you can't go out. The world leaks any sentence that Master Yinjian just said, or any scene he saw. If there is any violation, he will be punished with treason!"

Hearing the harsh warning from the rear, a major who followed the Yinjian monk shook his head and said, "These reporters are all bold people. Maybe someone will be desperate to report what happened here. Master Yinjian, why don't you cast a spell and let them forget everything they just saw? Isn't it a hundred?

The monk shook his head and said, "The poor monk's spell is only to deal with evil spirits, and will not be used on ordinary people. Major Guangteng, please rest assured that this matter is too strange. Even if they spread it out, how many people will take it seriously? The reason why I tell them the truth is to limit their opportunity to write freely. I can only write what I said, but these are unreliable stories for modern people, and no one will take them seriously. He sighed and seemed to be a little frustrated, "After all, it is no longer the safe era of the Hundred Ghost Night!"

Major Guangteng asked uneasily, "Master Yinjian, is the bloody fog just now really a hell evil spirit?" I haven't seen several masters summoning outside. Will it not be intercepted?

Yin saw the monk smiled faintly and said, "Major, don't worry. The blood fog is not a hell demon, but a mage. He won't cause anything. I said that to the reporter just to scare them and let them understand the seriousness of the matter!"

The blood fog depicted as a hellish demon is the transformation of Yong Bowen.

After Yongda Tianshi supervised Oda Nobunaga and led the army back to hell, he did not immediately, but rested for one night. Then he left Koya Mountain and went to Tokyo. After the matter of the ghost was solved, he had to catch a plane back to China. He doesn't want to be left alone in Japan, where he can't even speak.

Since the ghost has returned to hell, the ground of Takano Mountain is quiet. Yong Bowen came all the way and was safe, but he encountered some trouble at the blockade line set by the Zhenyanzong United Self-Defense Force.

The ten Zhenyan monks defending here naturally recognize the culprit who blew up Gaoye Mountain to the sky, and they don't know whether this person has been identified by the two tantric King Kong as a real dragon and golden tire, or they are bent on trying to capture Yong Bowen back to participate in the identification conference. If they want to prove that he is not real. Longjin tire, then he will probably have to be responsible for the burning of Takanoyama.

Yong Bowen would never go back with them. Even if he turned around, all ten bald monks were picked to the ground by Yongda Tianshi, and even the blindfold that blocked the rear reporter's sight was broken, so that the reporters could see the scene. Yong Bowen didn't care about this. He cleared the roadblocks, and then crossed the crowd with the image of blood fog, restored his form in the woods, and used the Tianshi School. No, now it has to be said that it is the land soaring technique of Taiping Road. He hurried on his way. In half a day, he crossed Osaka City. At more than two o'clock in the afternoon, he set foot on Kyoto City again. The street.