Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Black Impermanence is really too impatient.

After returning home, Taro Iizuka was still wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He first bowed to the deity Buddha enshrined, and then pondered about the power station.

The time given by Lord Hei Wuchang was too tense. How could a suitable power station be found so quickly after only seven days.

After gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Iizuka Taro called his personal secretary: "How is the preparation of the hydropower station in the Hokuriku region?"

"Huh? Don't you need to look for it in Nanmizhou or Malay?" The secretary pondered for a while, his face a little difficult, "If it is in the Northland region, it will take a few days for scheduling and other aspects of work, because it involves... "

Iizuka Taro frowned, and the momentum developed by the top giants pressed down on the secretary: "As soon as possible! It's not too late."

"Yes Yes."

Izuka Taro's heart was fiery with the resurrection of Shunping Ishizaki, and the resurrection of Junpei Ishizaki was definitely for himself.

Rubbing the skin that had been engraved with the curse mark by Hei Wuchang, Taro Iizuka seemed to see the beautiful situation of himself becoming an immortal politician. After the secretary hurriedly left, he said to the curse mark devoutly: "Master Black Impermanence, I will definitely finish you as soon as possible. said task."

Today's prime minister is not weak, and in a few days he will become the prime minister with the longest term in the island country, but what about the longest term? Iizuka Taro understands that he does not have the talents of his father and grandparents, but he is like himself. Living the longest is the biggest winner in politics.

The Yakushi Tathagata enshrined in the room closed his eyes and did not speak, rebuking the unrepentant believer in front of him inadvertently.

"Don't forget the Tathagata." Haosheng talked about Lord Black Impermanence for a while, and Taro Iizuka saw the statue of Yakushi Tathagata enshrined again, his face twitched, and then he realized how rude he had done in front of the Buddha.

There is a strong Buddhist atmosphere in the island country. It is normal for big people to enshrine Buddha statues in their homes. Moreover, the Osaka Giant Buddha Incident has just passed. Although Buddhism does not have extraordinary cooperation with the government, no one can deny that there is no Buddha in the world. There are really gods.

Anyway, if you believe it a little bit, it won't be abrupt if you hug Buddha in the end.

"This disciple was really disrespectful just now." He bowed to the Yakushi Tathagata and saluted, but looking at the unhappy expression of the Buddha statue, Iizuka Taro still had no idea. He simply stood up from the ground and took three steps to the house. outside the residence.

Such apology does not seem sincere enough. To get the Buddha to forgive, we must take more practical actions.

The driver who has worked at Iizuka’s house for an unknown number of years has long been sitting in the car. Several drivers waited for the owner’s order twenty-four hours in shifts. Taro Iizuka, who was sitting in the back row, adjusted his instrument: “Go to Saifukuji Temple. ."

The driver nodded solemnly and started steadily: "Yes."

Saifukuji Temple is an ancient temple in Setagaya District. It has been established for a long time. It is dedicated to the Yakushi Nyorai from Iizuka's family. Although it seems that the temples are not very impressive, in fact, every temple and shrine established in the core area has a relationship with Tokyo celebrities. some relationship.

Moreover, the presiding officer of the temple was also a part of the celebrities hundreds of years ago. Although it is slightly inferior now, all of them are local tyrants.

This is exactly the case with Xifu Temple. It is a temple of the famous Shingon sect of Buddhism. It has been passed down for hundreds of years, and even the trees planted in the temple are very interesting.

"Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

The monks in the temple devoutly recite the scriptures, and there are many believers sitting on the chairs and chanting with their heads bowed. These are the gold masters of the temple, and the offerings after death must be taken out of them.

Cheap one million, expensive ten million, and then offer management fees every year.

In the small room behind the main hall, the abbot Matsuoka was sitting on the ground, with the aroma of tea on the small chopping board in front of him.

"Abbot Matsuoka, this is a good thing for the country and the people, and it is also a good thing that my Buddhist disciples should do."

The handsome monk didn't move the teacup in front of him, he solemnly lowered his head and stated the strange things that happened among the homeless group.

There are versions of the disappearance stories heard from the homeless community, as well as the monk's own reasonable speculation.

"Master, don't be in a hurry, you raise your head first." Abbot Matsuoka sipped his tea and smiled, "You mean that many homeless people disappear without a reason, and the police don't accept it, right?"

"Yes." The monk really had no intention of drinking tea, even the fragrant tea leaves would be tasteless in the mouth at this moment.

The disappearance of homeless people is increasing day by day, and the number of disappearances has reached a terrifying level. Where have these people gone? What the monk did not explicitly say was that when he was investigating the disappearance, several special personnel secretly approached him and ordered him not to investigate further.

Said to be special personnel, but the monk understands that these people are the public security police who are secretly monitoring themselves.

Even if a prisoner like me who collided with the Imperial Palace was released, it would definitely be on the public security watch list. The intelligence department could continue to monitor a person until the other party died of old age, and it was probably the public security police who could approach him and issue a warning.

The disappearance of the homeless has something to do with the government?

The monk has an exquisite heart with seven orifices. After a moment's thought, the hair all over his body has already stood up in horror. If the disappearance of the homeless person is led by the government or pushed behind by the government, what will happen to the self who continues to explore? The disappearance of the homeless person, and the disappearance of a slightly famous monk is not a big deal.

There will be lives in danger, disappearances, and death.

Back off?

of course not!

The handsome monk raised his brows and his eyes lit up.

Swing the knife into the mist, cut off the three coats!

"If it's just a few monks, it's hard for the government to pay attention to this matter, and I hope Abbot Matsuoka can give a little help. Now that there is a Buddha in the world, it's the right time."

The monk knows that Xifu Temple does not show the mountains and waters, but in fact there are upper-level bigwigs behind it. If he can persuade Xifu Temple to take action, maybe things will turn for the better.

It's just that the abbot of Xifu Temple didn't reply after drinking a cup of tea, but frowned as if it was very embarrassing.

His eyes that reassured countless believers were full of compassion, and after a long time he said in embarrassment: "This... our little temple can't help much, and our Buddhist Pure Land is less involved in official affairs. Well, the world is in turmoil, and the Buddhist Pure Land must adhere to the original intention, eliminate old karma according to the conditions, and do not create new disasters."

Because a few words or a few words will let Xifu Temple stand out, and people who have a great family should be more careful. It is better to leave the government to do things like purifying the common people! It would be great if their Xifu Temple could save their own property!

New disaster?

The monk's anger comes from his heart, how can he say that saving people is a disaster, but in order to save people, he still forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction.

The monk continued to plead for a long time, but the abbot of Xifu Temple was still embarrassed and refused, bluntly saying that he was an ordinary small temple and couldn't help at all.

"It's time to eat, so let the Master stay and let me entertain you." Looking at the clock time, the host Matsuoka felt a little unhappy. This wandering monk actually spent two hours in the temple.

"Ah, no." The monk stood up and folded his hands and folded his body. "The little monk still has something to do."

"Then let Lao Na take you to the front door."

"What a nuisance."

Standing behind the main entrance and watching the handsome monk leave, the abbot Amitabha of Matsuoka said.

"Master, which monastery is the monk..."

A disciple approached the abbot Matsuoka and asked him that in his early thirties, he was much younger than the abbot Matsuoka and the handsome monk.

"Which temple?" Abbot Matsuoka murmured this question, and he didn't know which Zen monk this monk You Fang was from.

It's just that after wandering in Tokyo for many years, all the temples know the existence of this handsome monk. Although Tokyo is big and there are many temples, they were all measured by the wandering monk with his feet. As for which temple it belongs to, or even No faction is known.

"Then he's really a weirdo." The disciple shook his head in doubt, and seriously went to prepare vegetarian food for the good men and women.

Abbot Matsuoka was also about to leave, but after receiving a call, he immediately stood tall and straight at the temple gate: "Hey, haha, yes."

"Hurry up and ask the brothers and sisters to organize their appearance, the big man... a believer is coming!" Abbot Matsuoka corrected his slip of the tongue. Whether it is a big person or a small person, they are all believers, there is no difference, there is no difference!

A custom-made black Lexus walks slowly on the street. Although it is not exaggerated to hang the national flag, the vehicles on the road still subconsciously give up the body when they see the advanced Lexus.

The handsome monk walked along the road for a while, but there was still anxiety in his heart that could not be resolved. He was a little angry and wanted to kick the telephone pole with his shoes, but the monk put it down as soon as he lifted his foot.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, the telephone pole is innocent, the telephone pole is innocent." The handsome monk bowed his head and enlightened himself a few times, "Don't be angry."

After persuading myself in this way until the state of mind is stable~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The handsome monk put his hands together and said to the telephone pole: "Amitabha, benefactor, I'm really sorry, the little monk actually took his anger on you just now."

The passersby who looked at the monk saluting at the telephone pole were solemn.

This is 100% people who died near the telephone poles, so the monks came to save them.

"Amitabha Buddha, Amitabha Buddha." A housewife with a vegetable basket leaned over and hurried past.

"What's wrong?" The handsome monk looked around blankly after expressing his apology. Why did the passers-by bow to the telephone pole?

"Has anyone died here?" He looked up at the telephone poles three or four stories high and headed to the place, and the monk simply recited the rebirth mantra.

The neighbors around are really good people. After the accident, I didn't forget to respect the souls of the dead.

If everyone has such qualities, why not worry about the great harmony in the world.

Just as the monk sighed, the black Lexus slowly stopped.