Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"That's really... a bit much."

Opening the envelope and taking out the banknotes inside, the handsome monk couldn't help being a little bit dumbfounded.

No more, no less, fifty Fukuzawa Yukichi, enough to live frugally in a remote area of ​​Tokyo for half a year.

Put the envelope in the clothes, the monk has not yet figured out how to use the money.

Setagaya District is an absolutely rich area. In other words, there are very few homeless people. Homeless people gather in the former Shitamachi area. After drinking a little water at the faucet in the park, the handsome monk continues to walk towards the next ancient temple. Tokyo is so There are many temples, but there is always an abbot who has compassion and is willing to do good deeds for the poor.

The two police officers in the distance continued to run behind the monk, and when they saw the Fukuzawa Yukichi that the monk took out from the envelope, they both twitched their eyes.

"It must be a million."

"I'm afraid it's more than that. There may be a million in it...Where is he going next, or is it a temple?"

"Well, it looks like it's the secret temple."

"Hey, he picked up the phone, his expression was wrong, and he turned around."

"Follow!"

Although the rail stations in Setagaya District are not as dense as Shinjuku, there are quite a few of them. Fortunately, it is not the morning and evening peak hours, otherwise it would be difficult for two police officers to rush through the turbulent crowd to track down the monk.

After the beep sounded like an M order, the high-speed train stopped at Kichijoji.

After all, they used their feet to measure the monks in the Tokyo area, and the footsteps were extremely fast. The two policemen had to be careful to hide while tracking them, and they were almost thrown away by the monks.

"Master, you are finally here!"

There were already several people waiting in front of a residential building, and when they saw the handsome monk, they immediately rushed over.

"Abe, he's about to die."

"Yes, Abe just wanted to see you before leaving."

These are all elderly people, the age group that caused headaches for the government of the island country. Iizuka Taro even hoped that the elderly across the country would die early in public.

As for these old people who are getting old and constantly "provoking trouble" in politics, they are more and more thorns in their eyes.

"Okay!" The monk didn't have time to take a breath, and strode into the room.

He was already ready to recite the mantra of the past life directly, but he didn't expect the old man Abe to hold his breath.

It's just too pessimistic, Abe's room is already full of old friends and descendants who rushed over, the sound of crying is intertwined in the room, and all the weepers are sincere and not pretending.

"Amitabha."

Seeing a monk walking in, the relatives who were still crying consciously stepped aside. Monks are very respected in the island country, especially on current occasions.

"Master...Master, you are here." Elder Abe held on with his last breath, and when he saw the monk walking in, his eyes showed a moving light.

"Abe benefactor..."

"I also ask Master to lead everyone to go on. Justice must not be buried... We must seek justice for the unfortunate..." As he said, the old man looked at the shrine in the room, where a young man was enshrined. A black-and-white photo of a man in his early twenties, who is the grandson of old man Abe. The monk remembers that this young man died tragically in the wake of the Rashomon incident.

"It will, and sooner or later all truth will shine."

"That, that's good..." Abe's body surged with great strength, holding the monk's wrist firmly, his eyes were shining brightly, as if he wanted to pass his will to the monk.

After being stiff for a few seconds, Abe let out a light breath and fell heavily on the pillow.

All the energy and spirit are taken away, and the memories of the past few decades are also dissipated. When a person dies, not only is the body inactive, but it also means that a precious video tape engraved with the times will never go back.

"woo woo woo woo!"

"dad."

"grandfather!"

Seeing Abe swallowing his last breath, the suppressed crying in the room turned into a cry, and a sad atmosphere almost rushed out of the room.

"Eh."

People die like lights go out.

The handsome monk sighed and began to recite the mantra of passing away. He felt very unhappy about the pain of death. Whether it is for the dead or the living, this world must be changed!

"So that's what happened. This monk is really loved."

"After all, someone who can get involved with big shots must have some special skills."

The two police officers breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the voice in the room through the monitor, but then frowned again.

What on earth is the Deputy Prime Minister going to do!

"It's a good trip, it's a good trip." Accompanied by the mantra of passing away in the monitor earphones, Bei Tian put his hands together and expressed his respect.

However, an explosion-like exclamation suddenly came from the earphones, almost shattering the eardrums of the two policemen.

"Live, Abe is resurrected!"

"God, oh my god, the Buddha is above the Buddha!"

The two policemen were confused, so they couldn't rush in to find out.

"Cough cough, cough cough!!"

Abe, who was getting ready to go to the funeral home, suddenly sat up from the bed and coughed violently.

The weeping relatives were suddenly hit with a hammer. Seeing Abetan sitting up, he was so frightened that he almost lost his breath.

"Wow!"

"Fu, resurrected!"

The rebirth mantra recited by the monk also stopped abruptly, and he didn't know whether he should continue to recite or not.

The rebirth mantra should not have been recited, how could it bring the dead back to life?

But in any case, this is a good thing, at least it is better than stuffing it into a cremation facility and resurrecting it.

"Amitabha."

The handsome monk was about to congratulate the Abe family with a warm expression on his face, but the old man Abe who had just recovered from his breath grabbed the monk's arm again.

"Eh?"

"Master, this is thanks to you, Master!"

"Huh?" The handsome monk's face was full of culture, and he thanked himself in a polite manner. He just recited the mantra of passing away and did a little work, so he didn't deserve to be thanked like this.

Abe's face was radiant, he opened his eyes wide and looked around, his lips trembling: "I saw it just now, my soul floated up, floating on the roof overlooking you, and then there were ghosts and gods standing at the door of the room trying to pull me Go to Huangquan."

Others in the room looked at the door with trepidation. The place was already crowded with gay old people, and no one looked like a god of death.

"Then I was thinking that I was finally going to end this life, but the ghosts and gods only took a few steps forward, and when they saw the master, they immediately backed away, not daring to get close at all!"

It sounds like a story to lie to children, but now the man who has risen from the dead is telling it himself while sitting on the bed.

"After walking for a few seconds, he looked at my soul and said - there is a big man here, it seems that your mission in this life has not been completed, and you deserve to die."

"Then the ghosts and gods went away, and I faintly saw a golden light emitting from the master, and there was a phantom behind him, but I woke up before I had time to see the gods and Buddhas behind the master!"

"Huh?!!!" The monk poked his neck, his sleek head was full of questions.