"You should leave. If there is no pressing matter in the future, please do not set foot in Fire Temple again."
The phantom of Thousand-Armed Guanyin receded, and the Angry Vajra vanished with it.
Chiriku's attempt to restore Fire Temple's reputation ultimately failed. After all, this was his home ground, and he was at the peak of his strength. Failing to win was already a defeat.
Arata did not respond. After sheathing the broken blade, he turned and left.
The next time they met, it might not be at Fire Temple.
By then, I'll need to borrow your blood.
Summoning Quest: [Undying Zen Heart · Aobozu] Yokai Description: Before becoming a yokai, he had once been a monk. Yet in that chaotic age, when demons and specters ran rampant, even a temple secluded from the world could not remain untouched. Seeing a nation scarred by devastation, its lands littered with white bones, he finally found his own path. His kasaya stained with blood, his Zen staff subduing demons—using killing to end killing. Rank: Terror Nightmare Medium: Fire Temple Abbot · Chiriku's blood, Intermediate Summoning Talisman ×1 [Shouldering a blue lantern in pursuit of enlightenment, breaking precepts to save the common people, thus proving an undying Zen heart]
"Don't be mean to me!"
"Don't be mean to me!"
The little girl clutched her Zen staff tightly, tears welling in her eyes as she muttered.
"Where is her abbot? Where are all the monks in the temple?"
She had only dozed off while chanting sutras. How had she been summoned into this strange world? More importantly, standing before her was a terrifying being wrapped in bloodshed!
If this was a nightmare, then please wake her up already!
*She swore before the Buddha that she would never slack off while chanting