"If you can't even do such a small thing, it seems that you will soon fall out of favor! When the leader gave me the initiation last night, he said that after this sacrifice, he would also impart extraordinary powers to me. I will soon have magical powers like the leader!" Senior Brother Ida patted Monk Kimura's fair and youthful face, looking very proud, and then walked away. "damn thing!" There were a few monks holding sticks and guarding the door beside the young monk, but they just looked straight ahead and pretended not to see or hear anything. These two people were the most favored disciples of the leader, and they were not comparable to ordinary monks like them. Over the next half hour, cars arrived one after another, believers entered the courtyard, and dozens of cars parked in the parking lot outside the manor. The time finally came to six o'clock. The sky was gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and a drizzle began to fall. However, this could not dampen the enthusiasm of the hundreds of believers who had gathered. They all stood in a black mass in the courtyard of the manor. The design of the Buddhist hall of the Zhengxin Society is very special. It is a semi-open building structure. The floor of the hall is not paved with wooden tiles, and the soil is directly exposed. The murals on the first floor of the room are painted with bright red and green colors, depicting the Buddha suppressing evil spirits. A two-meter-tall clay statue of the Buddha, with angry eyes and a terrifying face, is sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform. "Master!" "Master!"

"Master!" Amid the fanatical calls of the believers, a fat monk with a big belly and wearing a gorgeous purple robe appeared on the top floor of the attic. This leader looks fat and greasy, and looks just like any other office worker facing a mid-life crisis, except that he has no hair. However, there is a circle of golden Buddha light behind his head! It shines brightly in the dark, dazzling. The leader waved his sleeves and jumped directly from the attic which was seven or eight meters high. He was not afraid at all that his stomach would become a puddle of mud like a ripe and swollen tomato when he fell to the ground. I saw a hazy golden Buddha's palm condensed in the air, catching the leader's fat body, and carrying him slowly to the ground. Chapter 46 I like it too (please read it later) "Master!" "The master has appeared!" "The leader has magical powers and boundless power!" Seeing the golden Buddha's palm floating in the air and the Buddha's light behind the leader's head, most of the fanatical believers knelt down immediately. Some believers who were attending the Dharma Assembly for the first time hesitated for a moment, but also knelt down involuntarily. "Laymen, laymen!" The leader raised his hands and pressed them twice, and the whole scene miraculously became quiet. "The Dharma Ending Age is approaching, and the evil body of the Twin-bodied Buddha is about to destroy the world. At this time, I, your leader, will come to the world as the good body of the Twin-bodied Buddha to save the world!" The leader raised a fat hand and waved his arm, spit flying, and announced loudly and passionately. "surprised!" He shouted loudly, raised one hand and pressed down on a person-high rockery in the courtyard. A hazy golden fist shadow appeared out of nowhere and smashed the rockery into pieces. "Some people slander and defame our Zhengxin Society as a heretic. Look at this Buddha light, look at this Buddha Dharma! Is this something that a heretic can have? Our Zhengxin Society is the only correct belief, and those people are heretics!" “I know that some of you have lost all your wealth, your wives and children, and have been looked down upon by your relatives and friends for the sake of the Orthodox Church, but that is just a test before you are saved. Those who slander the Orthodox Church as an evil and crooked sect are jealous of your salvation! They are demons sent by the evil body!”

The believers kneeling on the ground were so moved that their eyes filled with tears and they were pounding their heads in excitement. "Savior! Savior!" "Long live the Zhengxin Association!" "Gua, Master, we will follow you till death!" After the frenzy of emotions at the scene had been vented and the noise gradually subsided, the leader nodded in satisfaction and whispered a few words to the monk next to him. The monks brought up several people who were tied up tightly and had their mouths gagged, including men and women, young and old. "These people are all trying to betray the orthodox faith, want to leave the religion, and even want to inform the police and TV stations. For such people who are tempted by the evil body and do not repent, they must be purified by the Dharma of our leader!" The leader raised his palm and slapped it one by one with his golden Buddha palm as if slapping a fly, smashing these people into meat paste. Among the hundreds of believers present, there were many friends and relatives of the deceased, but the believers were unmoved and instead cheered loudly and fanatically. This is undoubtedly a magical power. The leader who can use such extraordinary power must be the true Buddha and the savior! "Ok!" Looking at the devout believers who were devoted to him, the leader's fat face was full of pride. With Buddha's light on his head, he paced back and forth among the believers. Wherever he went, the believers bowed their heads with utmost piety, and some even kissed his footprints. "All of you here are devout believers who have experienced many trials. But a rat has sneaked in among us!" The leader stopped in front of a middle-aged man who was pretending to be fanatical but whose eyes were full of anxiety, mockery and malice. "I am loyal to the leader..." Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, the illusory golden Buddha's palm grabbed him, lifted him into the air, and tightened the force little by little! "You can't kill me! I'm from the Metropolitan Police Department, I'm from the Public Security Section 5!" Faced with the life-and-death situation, the middle-aged man did not bother to hide his identity and shouted out loudly. "What, someone from the Metropolitan Police Department?" The leader, who had the power of life and death like a god, showed a look of panic for the first time. He thought it was some ignorant person like a reporter. The leader had killed people who wanted to make big news before, but it was different for official people. Seeing the change in the leader's expression, the middle-aged man also forced a flattering smile. Now his life and death all depends on the leader's decision. Even if the Ministry of Public Security can bring the leader to justice later, so what? His life is really gone. The middle-aged man thought of a solution quickly and said: "In fact, there is no conflict between the leader and the government. We can cooperate! We in Lesson 5 have been looking for the leader, a great monk with real magical powers." In the recent restart of the work of investigating religious forces around Tokyo, Lesson 5 discovered the Shoshinkai, a religious group whose power has expanded rapidly. There are also some very bad rumors, and the most important thing is that some people swear that they have seen the leader appear in person. But such remarks are not uncommon in new religions. All the believers regard their own leaders as gods. Lesson 5 did not take it too seriously, but just tried it out with the mentality of trying it out. So he was sent to infiltrate the Zhengxin Society.

I didn’t expect that the leader of the Zhengxin Society is actually a genuine extraordinary person, a big fish! "Don't be afraid, Master. We in Lesson 5 can help you get rid of the crimes you committed. We will forgive you for the past crimes!" Although he had been infiltrating for a short time, the middle-aged man discovered that the Zhengxin Society had done many evil things in private, and the leader was guilty of numerous crimes, including killing people to silence them, stealing money and killing people, bullying men and women... However, he did not do anything to women, after all, the things between the abbot and the young monk can be regarded as the traditional culture of Japanese Buddhism. But so what? Those who died were just civilians. As long as the leader surrenders and behaves honestly, he, as the only extraordinary person in the hands of the government, will naturally enjoy preferential treatment. Even if it is exposed in the future, the worst that can happen is that I can just step down and apologize and forget about it. Everyone makes mistakes when they are young, so why should we keep holding on to it? The Buddha said that if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha instantly. The fifth lesson always gives people a chance to reform themselves. Upon hearing this, the leader's eyes flickered and he showed signs of being moved, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but smile. As long as this extraordinary person is incorporated into the Fifth Section, the status of their Fifth Section will definitely rise, completely suppressing the Fourth Investigation Section, and even merging the Fourth Investigation Section into the Fifth Section. The department will be upgraded, and he who has made great contributions will also be promoted... But at this moment, something strange happened. The middle-aged man was directly crushed by the golden Buddha's palm, and blood splattered all over the leader's head and face! The leader also had a look of confusion and shock on his face, as if he had not expected such a thing to happen, but he quickly understood what was happening and glanced at the statue of Vajra Buddha in the temple with a look of shame, anger and resentment. Then the leader turned around with a gloomy face and walked out from the disciples. The handsome Senior Brother Ida quickly approached him with a flattering look on his face, praising him: "As expected of the leader, your magical power is boundless. What can a mere mortal government do to the leader? As long as the leader shows his magical power, the Metropolitan Police Department will kneel at his feet!" "Snapped!" The leader slapped Brother Ida in the face, causing him to stagger. Brother Yida covered his face with his hands in disbelief. During the initiation last night, the leader was so gentle and said that he would pass on his magical powers to him. Why did he turn against him today? "How is the preparation of the sacrifice going?" The leader asked in a very ugly voice. "The male twins have arrived, but the female twins that Junior Brother Kimura is in charge of have not arrived yet!" Senior Brother Ida quickly tried to please Kimura. "What a bunch of rubbish! Forget it, forget it. Let's not wait any longer. Let's start the sacrifice! I'm going to change into a monk's robe." The drizzle gradually got heavier. Monk Kimura, who had been looking around at the entrance of the Shoshikai headquarters, had completely given up. The Yakuza were indeed a bunch of useless people who could not even tie up two high school girls. He thought they were local bullies and could be of some use. If he had known this, he might as well have taken the monks with him to kidnap people. At this time, a figure wearing a hat covering his entire face and dressed in a white monk's robe walked out of the night to the gate of the Zhengxin Society. "Where did you come from, you wild monk? Get out of here! We in Zhengxin Society don't accept orders!" a gatekeeper monk yelled. "I am not here to hang up my sign, but I have heard that the Master of the Orthodox Faith Association has profound Buddhist teachings, so I have come to discuss this with him." "The leader is busy with all kinds of affairs every day. How can a wandering monk like you see that?" Monk Kimura curled his lips and signaled the monk next to him to drive the man away. "Dharma? This is Dharma!" A strong monk with a face full of flesh, who looked more like a Yakuza than a monk, held a stick as thick as his wrist in both hands and hit the monk in the bamboo hat in the waist and abdomen with it fiercely and viciously.

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about!" The monk in the bamboo hat grabbed the stick, then pulled it back with his backhand, and the stick was taken away. Then the stick hit the strong monk's bald head with the force of thunder, and his head was knocked into the abdominal cavity! "I also like this way of discussing Buddhism." Chapter 47 Killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people (please read later) "Dead, dead!" A monk who was guarding the gate shouted loudly. Kimura opened his eyes wide, in disbelief. Not only was the monk's attack ruthless and killed him with one blow, but he also knocked the monk's head into his abdomen with one stick. What kind of strange power is this! Monk Kimura suddenly felt something was wrong and quietly retreated behind the crowd. "Come on, all of you, beat this wild monk to death!" After Kimura gave the order, the four or five monks guarding the door rushed up with sticks in their hands with a grim smile. They were outnumbered and powerful, so how could they survive under such a barrage of sticks? The monk in the bamboo hat used the stick in his hand to break the sticks in their hands with a seemingly light flick, causing their knuckles to crack and blood to flow. Then the sticks, carrying the force of wind and thunder, swept them away. They fell to the ground, breathing out more than breathing in, and it was obvious that they were dead. "Bald thief!" Kimura's face changed drastically and he quickly retreated back to the courtyard. On the way, he met a group of monks who had heard the commotion and came to support him. They also had wooden sticks in their hands. "Brother Kimura, what happened!" "Monk, there are monks!" The monks who came to support were confused. One of them scratched his shiny bald head and said, "What monk? Aren't we all monks?" "Oh my! There are monks coming to our door! Enemy attack! It's an enemy attack!" Kimura stamped his feet anxiously and roared loudly. His shrill cry attracted the attention of other monks who were patrolling the courtyard, and they rushed to reinforce. Seeing that there were more than fifty or sixty monks gathered, Kimura's courage grew. The monk in the bamboo hat with extraordinary strength was indeed scary, but could he have three heads and six arms and fight against a hundred alone? He looked at the wooden sticks in the monks' hands, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he said viciously: "Throw away all the sticks and use knives! Send out the knives. This enemy is not ordinary. I will cut him into pieces!" Several monks rushed into the warehouse in the courtyard and took out bundles of samurai swords and katana wrapped in straw ropes and distributed them. A group of monks, as ferocious as wolves and tigers, rushed towards the gate with knives in their hands! The rain gradually became heavier. The monk in a bamboo hat, wearing a canopy that completely concealed his face and holding a blood-stained staff, walked over leisurely. "Quick, kill him!" Kimura's eyes were red and he shouted angrily.

Now the ceremony had undoubtedly begun, and he had already lost points by not bringing the twins as sacrifices. If he allowed this monk in the bamboo hat to break into the ceremony and disturb the sacrificial ceremony of the leader, then he would be really finished! One after another, monks holding swords and with hideous faces rushed over in the drizzle, shouting and slashing with their swords. These are not monks with pure six senses, they are clearly a group of evil spirits! The monk in the bamboo hat walked steadily, leaving footprints on the ground, and rushed forward, pulling out a stick! "Qiang Qiang!"