Break the Dimensional Wall

Arriving at the boundary of Kyoto with Shuten-douji, Shuten-douji stood by the bridge and pointed to the opposite side, "The opposite is Kyoto."

There is an agreement between the monsters in Dajiangshan and the Onmyoji in Kyoto. In normal times, monsters are not allowed to enter Beijing at will, let alone do illegal things.The onmyojis also sell Jiu Tun-douzi to save face, and they don't go to the mountains and rivers to catch monsters at will. If there are monsters caught in Kyoto, they will have a chance of probation.

As the ghost king of Dajiangshan, Shuten Doji will sneak to Kyoto except when buying wine, and abide by the agreement at other times.

How embarrassing would it be if they were found out?

In the eyes of Shuten-douzi, it is a matter of righteousness to be found out because of buying alcohol, but other things are a bit not so good. Besides, the onmyojis in Kyoto are all the type of chattering, he doesn't want to Deal with the kind of guy who talks about righteousness and morality.

"Thank you!" Saitama waved his hand and walked into the capital. When he got to the capital, he took out the photo given to him by the man in white robe. Apart from being praised for his excellent painting skills and lifelike appearance, there was nothing wrong with him. Does anyone have a clue.

"Look at the painting on yours, it looks a bit like a monster. If the holy monk is looking for a monster, go to the Kiyomizu Temple in front of Yuyin Mountain and ask. There happens to be doing rituals there. The holy monk can also go and see. If it is a person, then only I can go to the government office to file a record."

Someone pointed him to Kiyomizu Temple again, and Saitama hurriedly looked in the direction the person pointed. Fortunately, Kiyomizu Temple was on a mountain, so he wouldn't go the wrong way with such a big signpost.

Squeezing through the bustling crowd, a drop of cold sweat trickled down Saitama's forehead, why are there so many people here?I feel very troublesome...

"This is the most important treasure in our temple - the subduing magic pestle. It's a pity that only those with great luck can pick it up. Even our abbot can barely move it when reciting Buddhist scriptures..." Wearing The little novice monk in plain monk clothes pointed to a simple and complicated pestle that was placed on a soft cloth bag. The curious crowd around couldn't help touching the pestle without any protection.

From the appearance, that thing looks a bit old. The whole body of the Jiangmo pestle seems to be made of pure gold, but the gold leaf on the outer skin has fallen off, which makes the Jiangmo pestle, which is called a Buddhist sacred object, look like nothing now. It's just an old souvenir.

Seeing many people gathered there, Saitama squeezed over curiously, intending to see the excitement.At this time, the little novice standing in front led the crowd to go forward again, "The main hall of our Kiyomizu Temple is right in front of us, and we enshrine the twelve-faced Avalokitesvara..."

Before the little novice finished speaking, she was about to introduce the long history of their monastery, when she heard exclamations from the crowd behind her, and when she sensed a change, she quickly turned her head to look, and was caught by the shining The golden light almost blinded my eyes.

The little novice closed his eyes subconsciously, covering the dazzling light with his hands, and only looked over after getting used to it.

Their Buddhist holy relic, the Demonic Pestle, was picked up by someone!Moreover, the moment that person touched the Demon Subduing Pestle, the object that was already an antique actually emitted a dazzling golden light.The little novice can guarantee that at that moment, he heard the long and solemn Sanskrit sound, accompanied by the sound of the wooden fish knocking, echoing in everyone's ears.

Who is this person?And looking at this posture, he is not simply able to pick it up, it is almost as if he is using the subduing magic pestle, a sacred object of Buddhism, as an ordinary object to play with.

"Host! Host!" The little novice hurriedly ran into the temple, but he didn't need to call for anyone, the commotion here was enough to attract the attention of others.

The host who was nearly sixty years old and had a long white beard saw Saitama's eyes flashing golden light, and his movements were as vigorous as a monkey's. He quickly pushed aside the crowd and wanted to run in front of Saitama.

Haha, such a big golden light can still pick up the subduing pestle, this must be a great merit, um, although this golden light looks a bit too bright, such a thick golden light plus the Sanskrit sound emitted by the subduing pestle, all express one thing.

This person is not a mortal, and the well-informed host is sure that such a powerful golden light of merit can only be obtained by saving the world at least, and it looks like he may have saved it once.

Forget it, forget it, the appearance of such a powerful person here shows that the revival of our Buddhism is hopeful!

What's wrong?Can this thing not be touched?

Saitama found that the people around him looked a little weird with his strange expressions, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong. Didn't they all touch this strange thing just now?no!I have to put it back quickly, or if it breaks, what should I do if they ask me to pay for it?

Thinking of Saitama so much, he put the subduing pestle back on the soft couch, turned around and was about to slip away, but when he picked up the subduing pestle just now, it was too shocking, and everyone's eyes were focused on Saitama. How can it be squeezed out so easily?

Not to mention, at this time the host also squeezed through the crowd to the front of Saitama, and he grabbed Saitama's arm. "Strong man, don't go, ah, no, Buddha and Bodhisattva! Thank you for visiting our Qingshui Temple! Please come inside!"

As he said that, he wanted to fish Saitama into the temple, among other things, since such a person with great merit and virtue who can use the subduing magic pestle is here, their Buddhist temple will not be too far behind the Onmyoji in the future.

The host even thinks that they will be equal to those adults in the Yinyang dormitory in the future. You have Abe Seimei, and we have also found the reincarnation of Buddha!

How great!

Saitama: Why are people here so weird?The way the monk looked at him was going to swallow him alive.

Seeing what Saitama wanted to leave, the host wanted to pull Saitama, but unexpectedly, Saitama didn't move at all, and even faintly pulled him out.

Host: It is indeed the reincarnation of the Buddha!Even the old monk can't move with such strength.Looking at the force, it is impossible, then——

The old host threw away his embarrassment, flopped and knelt down, hugged Saitama's thigh and cried, "Buddha and Bodhisattva! It's rare for you to come to our Kiyomizu Temple, so give me a chance to express our love. sincerity!"

It's really troublesome. If this kind of old man continues to refuse, he may pester him endlessly.

Thinking of this, Saitama turned his head and glanced at it again, obviously he already had a big beard, but he still stared at his host eagerly, "I know, I agree, okay?"

As soon as he said this, the host immediately got up from the ground, let go of Saitama's thigh, still had an eager smile on his face, and the old orange peel's face was wrinkled together, "Great! The Bodhisattva enters the door and talks."

Noticing the flash of light in the corner of the host's eyes, Saitama suddenly felt that he seemed to have promised something extraordinary just now, could he still find a chance to slip away?

So why did he come to this Kiyomizu Temple?

Oh, by the way, as long as he quickly finds someone and beats him back, the white-robed man can send him back directly, and he doesn't need to try to escape.

Having figured out this joint, Saitama clenched his hand into a fist and tapped on the palm, and looked at the old monk with the white beard suddenly, "It just so happens that I have something to do, and I plan to bother you."

"Don't dare, dare not, how dare you let the Buddha and Bodhisattva say trouble." The old monk waved his hand quickly and said so, but the smile that could not be concealed on his face betrayed him.Laughing like this, how could it be that he didn't have any bad ideas?

Saitama's back was covered in cold sweat, he looked at the old monk vigilantly, and was always ready to deal with his surprise attack.

The host didn't intend to do anything to Saitama, but his golden radiance and bald head caught his attention. Since this person didn't plan to leave, the host also gave a sigh of relief.

Monks don't tell lies, since they agreed, this one will definitely not leave.

The host waved his hand and arranged for his monks to greet the pilgrims who came to worship today to go down the mountain. He can't preside over the sacrifice in the rest of the time. It's not a big deal anyway, and such a big thing happened again. It is expected that the news of the Buddha's birth will soon spread throughout Kyoto.

The thoughts of the old abbot also spread to Saitama. This person can pick up the subduing magic pestle, and with his bald head, he has clearly expressed his identity as a Buddhist.

And it has great merit, such a golden light has never been seen even on the emperor's body, the great merit that can overwhelm the dragon energy, what is it if it is not saving the world?But he had never heard of this person's name. It seemed that this Buddha was even more indifferent to fame and wealth than they imagined.

Saitama, who had no idea that he had been brainwashed so much, fidgeted and looked around. He waved to the little novice who was still looking at him, and wanted to call someone to come over to ask about the situation, but the little novice saw Saitama in front of him. Called him, and immediately hid behind the pillar in fright.

Saitama: Am I that scary?

The little novice hid behind the pillar, looking at Saitama with a flushed face, wow, Lord Buddha, were you talking to me just now?God, I didn't go there!Wuwuwu, it's really a pity, but it's enough to see Lord Buddha from such a distance, look!His smooth forehead is more radiant than the wooden fish we beat every day.

Wow, Lord Buddha looked at me again!die without regret——

"Master Buddha, what do you mean by what you said before?" The host returned to the main hall after finishing the chores. He ignored the little novice monk who was about to faint from excitement, sat opposite Saitama, and asked respectfully.

"My name is Saitama, don't just call Buddha, it sounds strange." Saying this, Saitama handed over the photo in his hand, and the host didn't have much surprised expression on his face when he saw the photo. He has equated Saitama with Buddha.

It's strange that such a person doesn't do anything. "My lord is looking for this person?"

Saitama nodded, and the old monk stroked his beard and thought about it.

This head of blue-purple hair doesn't look like a human being. Could it be that the person in the painting is a monster?But if you want to find monsters, you should ask an onmyoji. Divination is their specialty.

No, no, my lord came here to ask me, there must be a deep meaning, I want to think about what to do...