Chapter 225: A story about wanting to destroy Tokyo because of boredom In the dim night, Ruyi stayed in the room to take care of the injured and unconscious monk Mingbai. Hiramiya Chiya and Akechi Mitsuhide sat under the big banyan tree outside, discussing what would happen tonight. "His injuries don't look like they were caused by humans, but rather by some kind of demon or monster." Akechi Mitsuhide expressed his opinion. Pinggong Qianye did not talk to him about what kind of monsters there were, but asked about the whole incident that had just happened. "We heard the noise and came out, only to see him staggering in the night, but we didn't see anything chasing him." "When we supported him, he just said that he wanted to see Master Liansheng." "Then Ruyi and I took him to the monk's house to rest. When we were about to look for you, you came." After listening to the description, Heimiya Chiye roughly pieced together the experience of this Buddhist disciple of Shitennoji. He must have encountered some difficult monster and wanted to subdue it, but was beaten by it. He came here with his injured body to tell me about the monster, hoping that I could come forward to deal with it. But he underestimated the severity of his injuries and passed out.
"Hiromiya, did you see anything?" "That monster must be very strong." Hearing this, Akechi Mitsuhide instantly became nervous, "Then can you handle it?" "Maybe." It's probably the difference between one slap and two slaps. "..." Akechi Mitsuhide's face showed more worry, and then he waved his hand and said with a smile: "If even you can't be dealt with, then the whole of Tokyo will be destroyed. Anyway, I'm not one of those protagonists in anime who can turn the tide. I'd better dig a hole and lie down as soon as possible." "Go to bed early and ask him when he wakes up tomorrow." Akechi Mitsuhide watched Heimiya Chiye leave and sighed in his heart that the Buddhist disciples of this generation in Shitennoji were really weak. It was almost like the "first sight kill" scene in anime. …… Boring, still boring. The empty and boring soul is suffering from hunger and thirst. Shirakawa Ming walked on the bustling city streets, looking at the crowded crowds and bright lights, and felt more and more that he was out of place in the world. No matter how dazzling the scenery before his eyes was, no matter how extravagant it made him feel, it could not arouse the slightest interest in him. The empty and boring emotions were like a poisonous snake, entwining his heart. If he doesn't eat quickly, his internal organs will be eaten. Perhaps he had been eaten, so he felt that his heart was empty and needed something to fill it. Material desires, sexual desires, and anything that could arouse desires in a normal person could not give him the slightest satisfaction.
He felt that he should take some action to save himself. If this continued, he felt that he would choose to commit suicide because he was too empty and bored. A life without goals, a life without joy, an urgent desire to fill an empty heart, all seemed to tell him that he had gradually strayed away from the category of being a human being. He needed to find something more exciting to do so that he would not be so bored tonight. What other things can stimulate my heart that is wrapped in endless nothingness? Baichuan Ming raised his head, looked at the dark sky, and fell into deep thought. Oh, a young monk is coming towards us. He was looking at himself thoughtfully, as if considering something. Monks are a very interesting group. They deceive themselves and others by believing in Buddha and the Pure Land which do not exist. Then, they try to find their true self from this self-deception. Compare the world to a sea of suffering and regard yourself as a ferryman. They want to cross the sea of suffering and escape from sentient beings through asceticism, but they feel that this is not a good idea, so they want to drag sentient beings through the sea of suffering together. But, the sufferings of this world, transcendence on the other side, the Western Paradise, reincarnation, all these are their self-justifying rhetoric. Oh, what a twisted and entangled group of people. Bai Chuanming took the initiative to approach the young monk with a smile and started a conversation. They talked a lot, all the way from the bustling streets to the end of the alley, and then to the deserted Arakawa River. The monk stopped, put away the kind smile on his face, and rushed over, muttering something about all the demons and monsters being killed by everyone, and rushed over. He actually wanted to kill himself? A monk should strictly abide by the rules and regulations, but he has murderous intentions towards himself? Alas, there was no choice but to defend himself. The monk ran away and he did not chase him. Because hunting the monk did not bring him any special emotional value. Shirakawa Ming stood by the Arakawa River, looking at the brilliant lights in the steel jungle. If the entire Tokyo is destroyed, will it be able to fill my empty heart? So, how to destroy the entire Tokyo? That’s a good question. …… The sleepy monk Mingbai woke up around three o'clock in the afternoon of the next day. "Where is Master Liansheng?" "I'm still in class, so I won't be back until later." "I have something important to tell Master Liansheng. Can you help me make a phone call to urge him?"
After hearing the monk's request, Ruyi glanced at the time on her phone and said, "Wait a little longer. Even if you want to call, you have to wait until Master Liansheng finishes school." "..." The monk sighed helplessly, reached out and touched the wound, and a trace of palpitations flashed in his eyes. If the wound had shifted a little, he would have died on the spot and would not have made it to Weilian Ancient Temple. At 4:30, Pinggong Qianye finished his club activities early and returned to Weilian Ancient Temple early to meet Monk Mingbai. "Master Liansheng, thank you for your help. Otherwise, I..." “Thank you for the Buddha’s mercy.” The monk forced a smile and whispered, "Buddha has mercy on me." Ruyi and Akechi Mitsuhide also followed suit and chanted, "Buddha has mercy on us." "Last night, I met a young man who had completely lost himself and whose mind was completely occupied by nothingness." "After noticing something unusual about him, I approached him on purpose, and chatted with him from the busy streets to the banks of the Arakawa River." "He said that he wanted to see if the hungry soul would be filled after destroying Tokyo..." The monk then told the story one by one, emphasizing how terrifying that man was. Are you thinking of destroying the entire Tokyo because of boredom and emptiness? What kind of chuunibyou statement is this? Even in comics, one wouldn't dare to write such a completely illogical plot. Akechi Mitsuhide tried hard to suppress the urge to complain. Just pick a few young people on the streets of Tokyo and ask them to fill out a questionnaire. Among the young people who supported the destruction of Tokyo, about one in three voted in favor. One out of every two young people supports the destruction of Japan. If there are people who support the destruction of the entire world, that would basically be nine out of ten. So, the talk of wanting to destroy the entire Tokyo out of boredom and emptiness is just typical young people venting their complaints. Don't take it too seriously. If this were true, Tokyo would be destroyed countless times a day. "Master Liansheng, do you believe it?" Monk Mingbai asked with a bitter face. "I believe it." Pinggong Qianye nodded calmly. "That's good." The monk understood and closed his eyes, and fell into sleep again, sleeping peacefully.
"You really like to hold on." Ruyi sighed. Under the big banyan tree, Akechi Mitsuhide touched Hiramiya Chiya's shoulder with his shoulder and said, "Hiramiya, do you really believe that someone would want to destroy the entire Tokyo just because they are bored?" "Believe." Pinggong Chiye's answer remained the same as before. Hey, isn’t this a joke? Why do you say it like it's true now? Would someone really choose to destroy Tokyo out of boredom? Akechi Mitsuhide opened his mouth slightly and looked at Heimiya Chiye with confusion. "Don't you think the young man he's talking about is familiar?" "Ah, it's him, Baichuan Ming!" Akechi Mitsuhide suddenly felt a strong sense of fear. At the beginning, he had been targeted by Baichuan Ming. Maybe at that time, Baichuan Ming was silently thinking of a hundred ways to fry, stir-fry, and deep-fry him. (End of this chapter)