"That's really ...... That's a lot. ”

Unwrapping the envelope and pulling out the banknotes inside, the handsome monk couldn't help but be a little staggered.

No more, no less, fifty Fukuzawa Yukichi, you can live in a remote area of Tokyo for half a year with frugality.

Putting the envelope in his clothes, the monk hadn't figured out how to use the money for the time being.

Setagaya District is an absolutely rich area, in other words, there are very few homeless people, homeless people are gathered in the former Shitamachi area, a little drink at the park tap, the handsome monk continues to walk towards the next ancient temple, there are so many famous temples in Tokyo, 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 monk take out of the envelope, they both twitched the corners of their eyes.

"It's got to be a million."

"I'm afraid it's not enough, maybe there's a million in it...... Where is he going next, or is it a temple? ”

"Well, it looks like it's Mizoin."

"Hey, he picked up the phone, his face was wrong, he reversed direction."

"Keep up!"

Although the rail stations in Setagaya Ward are not as dense as those in Shinjuku, there are quite a few of them, but fortunately it is not the morning and evening rush hour, otherwise it would be difficult for two police officers to rush through the crowd to track down the monk.

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

After all, it was the monk who measured the Tokyo area with his feet, and the foot distance was extremely fast, and the two public security policemen had to pay attention to hiding while tracking, and they were almost thrown away by the monk directly.

"Master, you're finally here!"

There were already a few people waiting in front of a house, and when they saw the handsome monk, they immediately hugged them.

"Abe, he's dying."

"yes, Abe just wants to see you before leaving."

These are all old people, the age group that gives the island government a headache, and Taro Iizuka even hoped in public that the old people of the country would die early.

As for these elderly people who are both old and constantly 'causing trouble' in politics, they are more and more thorns in their eyes.

"Good!" The monk didn't have time to breathe and stopped, and strode into the room.

He was ready to come directly to recite the mantra of the dead, but he didn't expect the old man Abe to still breathe.

It's just that it's not optimistic, Abe's room is already full of old friends and children and grandchildren who have arrived, and the sound of crying is interspersed in the room, and the weepers are sincere and unpretentious.

"Amitabha."

Seeing a monk walking in, the relatives who were still crying consciously moved out of the way, and the monk was very respected in the island country, especially on the occasion.

"Master...... Master, here you are. The old man Abe was holding on to his last breath, and when he saw the monk walk in, his eyes lit up with emotion.

"Abe's donor ......"

"Please also ask the master to lead everyone down, justice must not be buried...... I want justice for the unfortunate......" The old man looked at the shrine in the room, which enshrined a black-and-white photograph of a young man in his early twenties, who was the grandson of the old man Abe, who the monk remembered as having died tragically in the aftermath of the Rashomon incident.

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

"Then, that's good...... Abe gushed out with great strength, holding the monk's wrist tightly, and his eyes were shining, as if he wanted to pass on his will to the monk.

After stiffening for a few seconds, Abe let out a soft breath and fell heavily on the pillow.

All the spirit and spirit are drained, and the memories of the past few decades are dissipated, and the death of a person is not only physically inactive, but also represents a precious video tape engraved with the times that can never be returned.

"Woooooooooooo

"Daddy."

"Grandpa!"

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

"Huh."

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

The handsome monk sighed and began to recite the mantra of the dead, feeling in his heart what it would be like to die with great resentment, whether it is for the sake of the dead or the living, this world must be changed!

"It turns out that this is the case, this monk is really loved."

"After all, he is a person who can be involved with big shots, and he must have some specialties."

The two police officers listened to the sound in the room from the listener and breathed a sigh of relief, but then they frowned again, this is to win people's hearts, and the plan is not small!

What the hell is the Deputy Prime Minister going to do?

"It's easy to walk all the way, it's easy to walk all the way." Under the accompaniment of the death spell in the monitor headphones, Beitian folded his hands and expressed his respect from afar.

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

"Alive, Abe is resurrected!"

"God, God, the Buddha is above, the Buddha is above!"

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

"Ahem, ahem!!"

Abe, who had already groomed himself and was about to go to the funeral home, suddenly sat up from the bed and coughed violently.

The relatives who cried bitterly were hit with a hammer coldly, and they were so frightened that they almost lost their breath when they saw Abe sit up.

"Wow! Yes! ”

"Fu, resurrected!"

The monk's mantra came to an abrupt end, and he didn't know whether he should continue to recite it or not.

The mantra of the past should not be recited, how can the dead be resurrected?

Either way, it's a good thing, at least better than being stuffed into a cremation facility and resurrected.

"Amitabha."

The handsome monk was about to congratulate the Abe family with a warm face, but the old man Abe, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the monk's arm again.

"Huh?"

"Master, this is a thank you, Master!"

"Huh?" The handsome monk's face was full of culture, how could he thank himself in a good manner, he just recited the mantra and did some small work, and he didn't deserve to be thanked like this.

Abe's face was radiant, his eyes widened and he looked around, his lips trembling: "I saw it just now, my soul floated up, floating on the roof overlooking you, and then a ghost stood at the door of the room to lead me to the Yellow Spring." ”

The rest of the room looked furiously at the door, which was already crowded with gay old people, and no one looked like a grim reaper.

"Then I was thinking that I was finally going to end this life, but the ghost god took a few steps forward, and when he saw the master, he immediately retreated, not daring to get close at all!"

It sounds like a story of a child who cheated on a child, but now the man who has come back from the dead is sitting in bed and telling it himself.

"He paced for a few seconds and then looked at my soul and said, "There is a great man here, it seems that your mission in this life is not completed, and you should not die."

"Then the ghosts and gods went away, and I faintly saw that the master was emitting a golden light, and there was a phantom behind him, but before I could see which god and Buddha was behind the master, I woke up!"

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

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