Tokyo, Hakone District.
As a tourist destination famous for its hot springs and lakes, it is surrounded by mountains.
On Mount Kumas, there is an old temple.
Both the walls and the tiles here have a sense of decadence eroded by time.
Withered yellow leaves were scattered all over the floor, and no one was cleaning them.
The main hall of the temple is a simple Buddhist hall.
The white window paper was somewhat damaged and filled with the whistling wind.
The beams were covered with spider webs, and crawlers passed by from time to time.
In the center of the Buddhist hall is a statue that resembles Buddha.
Because the surface is a little discolored, it's hard to see clearly.
A bald old man in black clothes sits on the lotus throne, with his hands clasped together and his expression solemn.
Beside him, a disciple in black clothes in his early twenties sat, bowing his head in prayer with pious eyes.
Squeak~
The wooden door was pushed open.
A man wearing blue long sleeves came in, bowed slightly in the direction of the bald old man, and then headed straight to the northeast corner.
He was rummaging for something and seemed ready to leave.
On both sides of the Buddha statue, there is a person on each side.
On the left is a strong man without a shirt, with strong muscles.
The white ribbon supports the body, and the whole person is floating in the air.
He used to be in Neon Country, but he had a well-known name.
The first of the seven gods of good fortune.
Kunsha Mentian, who was originally expelled from the country, appeared here for some unknown reason.
After seeing the man in blue long sleeves finding a tablet phone, he was about to leave.
He frowned slightly and blurted out: "Zhangtian, where are you going?"
The man turned around and glared, with an unfriendly attitude: "You don't have to worry about it."
After saying that, Zhang Zengtian pushed open the wooden door and left straight away.
On the right side of the Buddha statue, there is a man wearing a white coat and holding a pipa.
He looked at Zeng Zengtian's leaving figure and sighed softly: "Bishamonten is Zeng Zengtian's best friend. You have taken this position, so you will naturally be somewhat hostile. In fact, he has a good personality, so don't take it to heart."
The displeasure on Kunsha Mentian's face disappeared briefly: "No need to say more, Chi Guotian, I know."
"It's good to know." Chi Guotian grinned, showing his sharp yellow teeth: "Everyone is working under the Buddha. It's great to be harmonious. Don't make trouble because of this matter."
Kun Shamentian narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer.
Chi Guotian shook his head and played the pipa casually.
A melodious melody suddenly sounded in the Buddhist hall. The melody was so soft that it was like a person sighing softly.
It also seems like morning dew darkly moistens the petals, and the morning breeze blows gently on the willow tops.
After the song was played, the bald old man suddenly raised his head: "The so-called supreme and perfect enlightened one is none other than him. It is the true nature, also known as the pure nature of the heart. (Note 1) You, you are still too impatient."
Kunsha Mentian lowered his head with a respectful attitude: "What the Buddha taught is for the disciples to be taught."
Outside the temple, Zhang Changtian took out his tablet and began to locate the location of Guangmutian's pickup truck.
After confirming the approximate coordinates, he opened the door and got into a white car.
Changtian placed a stick wrapped in newspaper on the passenger seat and cursed secretly: "Damn bastard."
The engine started and he drove to the nearest subway station.
Just like that, all the way to the west.
After getting off the subway, he took the ship again.
With the faint fishy sea breeze blowing against his face, Zhang Zengtian took out his cell phone and dialed Guang Mutian's cell phone again.
After a while, the phone call came through.
"Damn you, come to the warehouse on Kutacho 3rd Street in Miyazaki Prefecture and wait for me!" Zhang Zengtian increased his voice and began to shout harsh words: "No matter who you are, I will definitely make you pay with blood!"
Without waiting for the other party to reply, he cut off the call.
…
Ronan was consulting the monks at Sensoji Temple, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became blurry.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that he was being pulled into an illusion.
An old man with a white beard reaching to his waist, hunched over, asked: "Mr. Ronan, what are you doing here?"
The other party used an honorific and his attitude was very respectful and humble.
Ronan, wearing a mask and sunglasses, was a little surprised: "How did you recognize me?"
"You're joking."
The old man took two steps forward: "I have been here to bear the incense for thirty years. The believers are far less than you. I am really ashamed."
Ronan took off his mask, with a calm expression on his face:
"That's really a sharp eye."
The Kunijin god had no intention of continuing to be polite, and his eyes turned around Ronan.
He chose to get straight to the point and asked, "Are you here to see Kunsha Mentian?"
Say yes and no.
Say no, it seems yes again.
Ronan pursed his lips and did not speak, choosing the default.
"plz follow me."
Kunjinshen led Ronan to the second floor of the five-story pagoda.
It is still within the fantasy territory, and there are no tourists to disturb it.
The old man spread his hands and pointed to the oil painting on the wall of the tower: "This is the origin of the predecessor of Kunsha Mentian. You might as well take a look first."
The oil paintings on the walls are a little mottled, but they don't affect reading.
The first oil painting is a group of ghosts that look like demons, with black bodies and horns.
Among them, four evil spirits are larger in size and stand out from the crowd.
In the second oil painting, there are still the four evil ghosts, kneeling on the ground.
In front of them, stood a Buddha wearing plain clothes and glowing with light.
The third oil painting is the battle between gods and ghosts.
The Buddha appears in the upper right corner and floats away.
The four evil ghosts were wearing armor and began to attack the weak ghosts.
The fourth and final painting.
On the screen, the existence of Buddha is no longer visible.
The four evil ghosts wearing armor, like law enforcers, made the little ghost tremble with fear.
Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly.
These four evil ghosts look very familiar in their attire.
Like...the four heavenly kings in Eastern mythology
The one on the left is Guangmu Tian, who belongs to the west, wearing white armor and holding a golden dragon.
The one on the right is Chi Guotian, who belongs to the east, also wearing white armor and carrying a pipa.
The one above is Tawenten, also known as Bishamonten, who belongs to the north. He wears blue armor and holds a precious umbrella.
Below is Changtian who belongs to the south, wearing cyan armor and holding a sword.
Four oil paintings form a complete story.
The four evil ghosts who were born from the group of ghosts were enlightened by Buddha and converted to Buddhism.
After that, the four ghosts became the four heavenly kings guarding the four directions.
Even if the Buddha left, they would still eradicate evil and become famous.
Observing that Ronan had finished reading the fourth oil painting, the old man Kunjin sighed and shook his head: "Some guys are not clean at all. Even if they put on the cloak of gods, their hearts are still dark."
This sentence is full of implications.
Ronan looked at him strangely, waiting for the next step.
"The rebel god Kun Shamentian has sneaked back into Neon recently and his whereabouts are unknown. If you have any clues about him, I hope you can notify us in time."
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Note 1: From "Master Xuankong of Shengdezhai".