"...Yeya, Namo, Ahya, Polujah, Shuobolaya, Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, Mahasattva, Kalunikaya, Om, Sahya, Sarhala, Shdanada wrote. Namo, Sijilita, Yimangaya, Imeng Ahya, Poluji, Shibula..."

Late at night, Horikawa High School.

After school time, all the students in school have gone back.

Under the lights prepared by the school, monks from the Kin Pavilion Temple in the open space were still chanting scriptures.

Du—Du—

"Senior brother, it's my turn to preside over the ritual. The principal has prepared vegetarian food for us in the auditorium. Let's fill our stomachs while it's not cold yet."

Walking out of the school auditorium, a monk said to his senior brother who had been sitting in front of the open space and beating the wooden fish.

"Then I'll trouble you, junior brother."

Hearing the monk's words, the monk Nobuji Temple who was hitting the wooden fish stopped the movements in his hand, turned his sore wrist and thanked his junior brother, and then handed the Jian Zhi in his hand to the other party.

“This is what I should have done.”

Jian Zhi, who was handing over the letter, replied in a low voice by the monk.

Because of Tiangai, most of his face was blocked in the shadow, revealing only a small part of his mouth.

Twisting his body, which was stiff due to long-term sitting cross-legged, Shin-jong stood up from his position and looked back at the monks of the Kinkaku Temple behind him. They all sat cross-legged around, folded their hands together and chanted the "Great Compassion Mantra" in a low voice.

Turning around and tying at his hard-working companion, Shin-zheng then walked towards the school auditorium with stiff steps.

As Shin-zheng left, the monk holding Jian Zhi sat down in his position, raised Jian Zhi in his hand and beat the wooden fish.

Du—Du—

In conjunction with the scriptures behind me, I began to recite in a low voice.

With the continuous transmission of the Great Compassion Mantra from the open space, Xin was walking into the auditorium.

Because it was only temporarily placed for the vegetarian dishes prepared by monks from Kinkaku Temple, the entire auditorium did not turn on too many lights, and only a lonely lamp was lit up in the corner, where the vegetarian dishes prepared by Shin-chi and others were prepared.

"Everyone, have you not eaten yet?"

When he came to the prepared vegetarian dishes, Xinzheng looked at the most of the vegetarian dishes intact on the table with surprise.

He originally thought that he was the last person to come.

However, except for him, there were so many junior brothers left to eat.

"Then you have to eat it quickly, so you can't let the rest of your junior brothers go hungry."

Thinking of so many junior brothers outside who had never eaten it, Nobumasa felt a little apology in his heart. He reached out and picked up a box of vegetarian dishes from the table. The light vegetarian rice made people unable to raise too much appetite. No wonder his junior brother only used cushioning to describe it.

Although, in Japan, monks or shop owners who inherited the system due to different genres can drink, eat meat or even get married, and most of the rules and regulations do not need to be followed, they are just small temples, and the identity of monks is more like a family industry for them, rather than belief.

However, for an orthodox temple like Kinkaku Temple, precepts still exist.

Open the lunch box in your hand, pick up the chopsticks inside and pray in a low voice.

Xin was picking up a piece of tofu and was about to send it to his mouth when suddenly a faint smell of fishy smell floated into his nose.

"What does this taste like?"

Frowning, he stopped the chopsticks in his hand.

"Is it a rat dead somewhere?"

Such thoughts appeared in Shin-zheng's mind and he suddenly felt a sharp decrease in appetite.

Tatta--

However, just as Xin Zheng was guessing the reason for the fishy smell in his heart, a dull footsteps suddenly sounded from the auditorium.

"Who is it?"

Hearing the footsteps, Xinzhi subconsciously turned his head and looked at the faint shadows that appeared in the shadows of the auditorium.

Frowning, he asked tentatively: "Which junior brother is it?"

He thought it was the junior brother who had rested to fill his stomach.

Tatta-ta-ta-

However, facing Nobumasa's inquiry, the figure in the shadow did not answer any questions, but continued to walk in dull steps towards the monk's position.

With the constant sound of footsteps, Xin Zheng's doubts became even deeper.

"Is it the donor of Horikawa High School?"

But he continued to suppress his inner confusion and continued to ask.

“…”

However, no matter how Xin Zheng asked in the auditorium, the figure appeared without any answer.

It just walked towards the monk's position little by little with the dull footsteps.

In this way, in a slow movement.

Under the faint lights of the auditorium, Xin Zheng finally saw the full picture of the visitor.

However, this result did not help Shin-zheng to resolve the doubts, but instead made his originally puzzled expression distorted and shocked.

I saw that what appeared under the auditorium light was a living plaster statue.

The statue had no head on its neck, holding a sharp machete, approaching Xinzhi little by little.

Although he had no head, Shin-zheng could clearly feel that the target of this plaster statue was himself.

"How is this possible, why..."

Looking at the plaster statue moving alively, the calm expression that Xin Zheng's face had been maintained disappeared.

The vegetarian rice in my hand fell onto the ground and sprinkled the auditorium floor.

Shin Zhengzhi kept shaking his head and retreated toward the position behind him with panic on his face.

"Is everything in Horikawa High School true? All this is really at work!"

Bang!

In panic, Shin-jong's body was regressing to the edge of the podium, but he had no time to care about all this. He looked at the headless statue waving a sharp machete in front of him and constantly approaching him.

Xin was reaching out to touch the Buddhist beads on his neck, and then he woke up.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he could overcome all sufferings. Sariya! The form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, color is emptiness, emptiness is form. Feeling, thinking, action and consciousness are also like this. Sariya! This is the empty appearance of all dharmas..."

Holding Buddhist beads in your hand, chanting the Heart Sutra loudly in your mouth, trying to use Buddhism to resist ghosts and gods.

However, if Xu Xinzheng recites Buddhist scriptures, the headless statue he faced seemed to have no effect, and continued to move the dull footsteps and approach him little by little.

"It's useless, the Buddhist scriptures are useless!"

Seeing that his last hope was broken, Nobumasa couldn't help but express a desperate expression on his face.

In despair, his eyes swept across the corner of the auditorium podium, where several familiar bodies seemed to fall there.

“That’s…”

Looking at these corpses, a trace of horror flashed in Shinmatsu's eyes.

However, before he could say anything, the headless statue had already arrived in front of him, raised the machete in his hand and waved it down.

"ah!"

"…Sila monk, Amuqiya, Savaha, Savamaha, Asida night, Savaha. Savaha. Jila, Asida night, Savaha. Badama, Jasida night, Savaha. Nara Jinji, Savaha. Nara Jinjiya..."

Du—Du—

In the auditorium, Xin Zheng's shrill scream came from the auditorium.

In the open space, the monks sitting around the Golden Pavilion Temple continued to recite the Great Compassion Mantra as if they were unconscious.

In front of him, a monk holding a stingy man beat the wooden fish, and bright red blood flowed out of his neck.
Chapter completed!