Chapter 554 Buddha and Demon

Onoue Orihime was wearing a cute pink kimono, with her hands on her hips. She looked at the hugging "dog man and woman" on the first floor and wanted to bite them like a cat.

"That's right, that's right! How shameless!" Another face appeared behind Orihime Onoue, it was Victoria who had also just changed clothes.

She made a face at Kithara Sosuke and Kitano Ran, and then pulled Onue Orihime down with a smile.

"Go and see if they have changed." Kitano Sosuke patted Kitano Ran's butt and motioned for her to go upstairs.

Kitano Lan pursed her lips and smiled, stood up from his lap and trotted upstairs.

"Aosuke-nii~"

"Aosuke-nii!"

Two petite figures flew over at the same time and entered his arms.

Kitahara Sosuke hugged the two youngest people and laughed loudly: "How dare you laugh at me, one person is allowed to escape."

As he spoke, his left and right hands patted the soft parts of the two of them hard.

Victoria bared her teeth to show her dissatisfaction, but Onoue Orihime became more honest and snuggled into his arms quietly.

The RV drove all the way and came to Nanzen Temple, which was bustling with people.

Since becoming the first commercial temple to cooperate with the Kitahara Foundation, Nanzenji's business has grown bigger and bigger, and it has quickly become the temple with the best ability to make money in Kyoto. It is also famous throughout the country, allowing the Kitahara Foundation to quickly occupy Huge business opportunities in religion.

On New Year's Eve, young men and women who come to worship can also see many popular singers from Kitahara Entertainment singing at Nanzen Temple and giving New Year blessings.

The form of compound profit allows Nanzen Temple to do bigger and better business. As the successor of the temple, Shuichiro Jincheng transformed into a wealthy and extremely popular monk.

Yes, he shaved his head and officially became a monk.

But this does not affect his spare time to practice kendo, sing and dance, drink and find girlfriends.

"Aosuke, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" A big head like a stewed egg shook. Kaneshiro Shuichiro quickly pushed away the crowd and ran towards them.

As soon as Kitahara Sosuke and his entourage got off the bus, they attracted the attention of countless people. Many people shouted excitedly, obviously not expecting to see today's most legendary young entrepreneurs, bankers, and financiers here.

Different from those after 2000, people today are not so fanatical even if they are star-chasing. After the novelty wears off, they disperse separately, not to disturb Kitahara Sosuke and his party, nor to cause trouble to Nanzenji Temple.

Kitahara Sosuke smiled and hugged Shuichiro Kaneshiro: "Long time no see, Zen Master Kaneshiro."

"Stop burying me, you guy, let's go, father wants to see you." Shuichiro Kaneshiro turned around and shouted to the girls, "I'll borrow this guy for a while."

The girls smiled and nodded, heading towards the place where they paid homage and made their wishes.

Kitahara Sosuke and Kaneshiro Shuichiro walked through the crowd, sighing.

"I came to visit Nanzen Temple last year and never saw such a grand scene. It's great. In this economic downturn, I can still see sincere smiles on many people's faces."

"I feel like throwing up when I hear you say this." Shuichiro Kaneshiro looked at him with disgust.

He knew some inside stories. Kitahara Sosuke single-handedly created the current situation. Even if he didn't do it intentionally, he sacrificed countless people's lives for his own benefit.

But this is capitalist.

Shuichiro Jincheng understands and understands it, but he doesn't agree with it.

But so what?

Now my whole family depends on him for food.

Sighing, Shuichiro Kaneshiro patted him on the shoulder, without saying anything, and led him to the pavilion.

The former host, Jincheng now has gray hair and looks in his seventies, as if he has aged a lot again.

He was wearing a thick winter coat and his figure was a little stooped. After seeing Kitahara Sosuke, his cloudy eyes suddenly brightened.

Put your hands together, just like before.

"Aosuke, can you ring the bell?"

"No." Kithara Sosuke still shook his head.

"Last year, it was still a bell to remove darkness, but this year, with our publicity, it transformed into a prayer bell. When the New Year is here, the bell is ringing, and the believers below feel that listening to its sound, the whole year has passed. All expectations are met.”

Jincheng Xunyi took a deep look at him and suddenly smiled,

"After that time, I stepped down and let Shuichiro take care of all the affairs of Nanzen Temple. I watched it become completely different from the past. I watched many familiar monks resent us for losing our true intentions, and then left it and went to Other temples, watching Nanzen Temple gradually grow and become famous, gaining more and more status and prestige, also watching those who left want to come back one after another, saying that people should not lose their faith for money, a He is sinking and degenerating, his face changing."

“This year has been more interesting than anything I’ve seen in my entire life.”

"Money always reveals people's true colors." Kitahara Sosuke believed deeply and agreed with a smile, "This is nothing to make a fuss about. They left cursing, not because of their faith, but because they didn't give enough, that's all. "

"Yeah, that's all."

Jinchengxian nodded.

"It's almost midnight." Jin Cheng Xin trembled, and sat on the steps of the pavilion with the support of Shuichiro Jin Cheng. He looked like an old ascetic who would die at any time, watching the snowflakes falling in the sky, and watching the countless male believers in the audience. Woman, looking at Kitahara Sosuke, looking at her long and lonely life.

Suddenly I was speechless.

"I am a monk, and just a monk." He sighed again, his voice low and weak, "I ring bells for them, pray for blessings, get rid of filth, and welcome the New Year. But for decades, what I can do is actually really Just ring the bell.”

"I watched them die, I watched them cry, I watched them sad, I watched their families destroyed, and there was nothing I could do. I can only tell myself that there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering and life is impermanent. All I can do is to put my hands together and pray for them. Prayers and blessings for this miserable life, and mourning for the future history.”

"You're right, that's all."

"I have been chanting Buddha's name, being a monk, and ringing bells all my life, but where is the Buddha?"

"Father." Shuichiro Kaneshiro looked at the gray-haired old man, feeling extremely painful in his heart.

"Zen Master, it's not that I won't let them go, but that they won't let themselves go." Kitahara Sosuke looked at him, his eyes slightly moved.

The next second, the hour comes.

Everything was drowned by Shuichiro Jincheng's vigorous ringing of the bell.

1991 just flew by with time and can only remain in memory forever.

A new year greets them.

1992 is destined to be an even more exciting year.

But there are many people who will never have the opportunity to open their eyes and see this new year.

For example, sitting on the steps, gradually closing his eyes, the soundless Jincheng appeared.

For example, criminals who are locked up in prison and have no chance of seeing the light of day again.

For example, a large number of senior executives of Sumitomo Bank.

Kithara Sosuke listened to the bell and looked at the crowd, and his mood suddenly became very calm.

"The Buddha is in your heart, you are the Buddha."