I'm a Hokage in Tokyo

"Dead, dead man!"

A monk who was guarding the gate yelled.

With his eyes wide open, Kimura had a look of disbelief. Not only was the monk in a bamboo hat shot fiercely, killing him with one blow, but also because he knocked the monk's head into the abdominal cavity with one stick, what a strange force this is!

Monk Kimura suddenly felt bad, and quietly retreated behind the crowd.

"Go together and beat this wild monk to death!"

After Kimura gave the order, the four or five guard monks at the door rushed up with sticks, grinning grinningly. There were so many of them, how could they survive under the chaos of sticks?

With a seemingly light flick of the stick in the bucket hat monk's hand, he broke the wooden stick in their hands, the tiger's mouth was shattered, and blood flowed out.

Then the wind and thunder of the staff carrying them swept them away, and when they fell to the ground, they breathed more air than breathed in, and they seemed to be dead.

"Bald!"

Kimura's complexion 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 them. They also had wooden sticks in their hands.

"Brother Kimura, what happened!"

"Monk, there is a monk!"

The monks who came to support were confused. Someone scratched his shiny bald head, what kind of monk, aren't we all monks?

"Oh, a monk is calling! Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

Kimura stomped his feet in a hurry and roared loudly. The shrill cry attracted the attention of other monks who were patrolling the courtyard, and they came to reinforce them one after another.

Seeing that there were as many as fifty or sixty monks gathered here, Kimura's courage also strengthened. The monk with strange strength and hat was indeed scary, but could he still be able to defeat a hundred with three heads and six arms?

He looked at the wooden sticks in the hands of the monks, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said viciously:

"Throw away all the sticks and use the knife! Send the knife down, this time the enemy is unusual, I will tear him to pieces!"

Several monks rushed into the warehouse in the courtyard, took out bundles of samurai swords and daggers wrapped in straw ropes, and distributed them.

A group of wolf-like monks rushed towards the gate aggressively with knives in their hands!

The rain also gradually increased.

Wearing his canopy that completely covered his face, and holding a blood-stained staff, the monk in a bamboo hat strolled over in a leisurely manner.

"Quick, kill him!"

Kimura's eyes were red, and he shouted angrily.

Now the puja has undoubtedly started, and I have already lost points for not bringing the twins as sacrifices. If this hat monk breaks into the puja again and disturbs the priest's sacrifice ceremony, then he is really doomed!

One after another, the monks were holding Taidao, and rushed towards them with hideous faces in the drizzle, screaming and slashing with their swords.

What kind of monks with pure six senses are these? They are clearly a group of evil spirits!

The bamboo hat monk stepped steadily, stepped out footprints on the ground, rushed forward, and drew out his stick!

"Clang clang!"

The wooden stick was not cut off by the Taidao, but a pair of Taidao and the owner's arm were broken, and then the stick was hit on the chest, smashing the chest cavity into a face-sized hole, or Sweep across and send people flying for several meters, or simply blow up the bald heads one by one!

A stick dances vigorously in the hands of the monk in a bamboo hat, as long as it is rubbed by the stick, it will be fatal or injured!

In an instant, dozens of people fell down on the ground, and the rest of the monks collapsed completely.

They were just attracted by the leader's spells and money, and they were not dead men. It is quite enough to persist until now.

The monks, whose morale had collapsed, began to flee in all directions. The monk in the bamboo hat dropped his stick, formed a seal in his hand, and then raised his hat to reveal his mouth.

He opened his mouth and spat out, and the fireballs flew into the air one by one like a celestial maiden scattered flowers, turning the fleeing monks into firemen, and screamed shrilly!

The rain became heavier, and silver threads fell from the sky to the ground, as if to wash away the sins of the world. The ground was littered with pitch-black charred objects like torches, and the sparks scattered, even the rain could not extinguish them.

Black clouds, rain, fire, a monk in white with a bamboo hat, and a monk lying on the ground watched this scene and swallowed his last breath.

Sweeping out evil spirits, maybe this is the true Buddha.

…………

The commotion in the front yard was too loud to cover up, and the believers standing in the drizzle couldn't help whispering to each other.

The leader with the Buddha's light on his head frowned, looking in the direction of the front yard frequently.

A pile of firewood has been piled up in the atrium, and a pair of boys with exactly the same appearance are tied back to back to a wooden stake, looking at their parents holding torches with innocent eyes, still asking when the game will end , they wanted to go home.

"What's going on? Why is there such a loud noise!"

The fat-headed and big-eared leader looked dissatisfied, bowed his head and said to Brother Yida: "Go to the front yard and take a look, and see what that trash Kimura is doing."

"Yes, Master!"

Senior Brother Yida lowered his head and hurried away in small steps, then the leader turned around, with a hypocritical and merciful smile on his face, he said in a trembling voice:

"Laymen, only by sacrificing the unlucky twins to the twin Buddhas can the power of the evil body be weakened, and the world can be saved before the end of the dharma era!"

"Come on, two laymen, please purify this pair of evil spirits with the holy flame!"

Brother Yida rushed to the corridor, and saw Kimura crawling towards him with a pale face, screaming:

"People are dead, many people have died, and the guardians are all wiped out!"

Hearing this, Senior Brother Yida, who wanted to laugh at Kimura, turned serious, "There are dozens of people here, all dead. How is this possible! Who committed the crime!"

With so many deaths, even the Orthodox Church cannot cover it up, it will definitely shock the whole country!

This can't be done by violent gangs. Under the official suppression, they also have to be cautious in their words and deeds. They haven't seen a fire of this scale for many years. It doesn't matter if a few people are secretly killed by violent gangs How could it be possible to blatantly attack the headquarters of the Orthodox Church.

Violent gangs are here to make money, they are not born to like to fight and kill. Killing so many people, what good is it for them, let alone the official investigation after the fact, no matter which group it is, it will be uprooted by the official.

"Could it be the Metropolitan Police Department? Because the leader killed their undercover agent, they started killing them?"

But how long has it been since the Metropolitan Police Department took revenge for their companions so vigorously? Is this the same Metropolitan Police Department he knows only for being late and apologizing? Even if they believed that there was a mistake first, but after killing so many people, how the Metropolitan Police Department will face the accusations of national public opinion, the police chief may not be able to deal with it when he comes out of Tuxiazao.

"Yes, neither! Ghost! A monk, he, beat him with a stick, evil body! He is not human, he must be the evil body of the twin Buddha!" ​​Kimura yelled incoherently.

Seeing the bad situation, Kimura slipped away very quickly, and didn't have time to see the scene of the hat monk spitting fireballs, otherwise, he might have completely collapsed by now.

"idiot!"

Brother Date grabbed Kimura and slapped him several times in a row!

"What nonsense, even if it is the evil body of the twin Buddha, don't forget that our leader is the reincarnation of a good body! Evil is overwhelming, and there is a leader behind us!"

I don't know if it was the leader's name or these slaps, but Kimura's eyes gradually recovered and he stopped yelling.

Seeing this appearance, Senior Brother Yida nodded and asked, "You mean a monk? Isn't it the Metropolitan Police Department? Yakuza?"

"Yep!"

"Since it's just a monk holding a wooden stick, what's there to be afraid of? Even if it's Mou Qing, how many bullets can he take?"

"You mean?"

"The guardian team is gone, and our world purification team is the most reliable last line of defense for the leader!" Senior Brother Yida said with a stern look on his face.

At the same time, the bucket hat monk has come to the corridor from the vestibule, leaving a row of wet footprints on the ground, as long as he walks through the long wooden corridor, he can reach the atrium.

At this time, seven or eight monks suddenly squeezed in from the other side of the corridor. These monks were different from the big-looking monks before, and all of them had good facial features and healthy bodies.

Moreover, they all held modified shotguns in their hands, and the two leading ones held pistols.

Senior Brother Yida looked at the white-clothed monk wearing the canopy in front of him with unkind eyes.

The canopy is shaped like an upside-down straw basket, woven from rattan or bamboo, with only a few square rows of larger holes left on the front. It is a typical dress of Puhua monks known as nihilistic monks.

Could it be that the temples in Chichibu County, Saitama Prefecture, were dissatisfied with their encroachment on faith by the Zhengshin Society, and brazenly launched a religious war to drive out the Zhengshin Society, but how is this possible? ! Even in the Warring States Period, there were no such sturdy monks!

"Smelly monk, stop and don't move! Who are you? Why are you here!"

Brother Yida raised his pistol, without purposely aiming, there was no way to dodge in the corridor, not to mention that there were several shotguns here.

Japan prohibits the illegal possession of guns among the people. It is a country with strict requirements on gun management. The degree of strictness ranks among the top in the world. With the financial resources of their Zhengxinhui, they only got three pistols, and the rest can only be made up of shotguns.

But even so, a gun is still a gun, and the lethality and attack range of thermal weapons are far superior to all long and short cold weapons!

Feeling the cold touch of the steel in his palm, looking at his companions around him, Kimura, who was almost terrified before, was reinfused with courage.

A gun is a man's strength, someone can do something earth-shattering with a homemade broken gun, and Kimura holds a real pistol, how can he not become the shield of the leader of the law!

"Say! Who sent you here? What do you want to do?" Kimura threatened sternly.

"Hasn't the poor monk been discussing the Dharma cordially with you orthodox believers? In the way we all like."

The bamboo hat monk took off his canopy, revealing the deep wrinkles on his brows and a pair of dark eyes under his thick brows.

"The Dharma exchange with the ordinary monks has been finished, the next one is the leader. You should go and listen together!" The left eye of the monk with a red hat flashed a little.

What a joke, how could it be possible for a dangerous person like you to meet the leader, and I will kill you here!

Kimura was about to pull the trigger, but out of the corner of his eyes he saw in shock that the other monks had silently put down their guns, spread out neatly, and stood on both sides, revealing the aisle.

"Are you going to betray the leader?" Kimura was about to shout, but found that he was one of them.

When the hat monk walked past Kimura, he gave him a disdainful look, as if he was looking at an ant.

"You don't have to go."

Kimura picked up the gun and held it against his chin.

"boom!"

Evil body...

Sure enough, yes, the evil body...