Chapter 32 The Successor of Shitennoji "right here?" "Well, it should be here." "Master Liansheng, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" "No, it is definitely here." "Ok." Horii Yuji looked at the bar in front of him, which was full of bright lights, people coming and going, and the sound waves and passion colliding, and pulled the car over. When leaving the police station just now, Pinggong Qianye said that he had something to do tonight, which was not far from here. He drove Pinggong Qianye back home, but he didn't expect that the place Pinggong Qianye was going to was actually a bar, and the level of this bar looked quite high-end. I really didn't expect that a monk like Pinggong Qianye with thick eyebrows and big eyes would also like such a luxurious place.
"Officer Horii, don't think too much. I'm only here at the invitation of a friend." When Hiramiya Chiya got off the car, she caught a glimpse of Horii Yuji's increasingly strange look and explained. "Host Liansheng, have fun tonight." Horii Yuji drove away with a complicated expression. "..." Pinggong Qianye shook his head and smiled, then followed the crowd into the bar. The dim bar was flashing with colorful lights, as if demons and monsters were dancing in paradise in front of us. Overcoming this kind of environment is also a kind of practice. Pinggong Qianye warned himself like this, otherwise he would not like this kind of environment at all, with dazzling lights, noise and bustle. Human desires are indulged and released to their full potential in this deliberately dim environment. Rather than being immersed in the singing and dancing in the bar, it would be more accurate to say that they were wandering in their own sea of desires. Desire is man’s greatest enemy. It is easy to let go of it but difficult to control it. Pinggong Qianye stretched out his hand and pushed away the smooth shoulders of the young girls who were deliberately pushing towards him. Some of the bolder ones even wanted to reach their hands to their lower bodies, deliberately licked their lips towards themselves, and kept making faces. At this moment, Pinggong Qianye really felt like Tang Monk walking into a spider cave. Unlike Tang Seng, he does not need Sun Wukong to protect himself. He can tame his unruly mind, defeat the goblins, and pass through the spider cave by himself. Hiramiya Chiya finally caught a glimpse of her friend, Akechi Mitsuhide, who had invited her here tonight. It's a good name.
"Ping Gong, here!" Mitsuhide Akechi, who was sitting in the booth at the upper right corner, also saw Chiya Hiramiya, stood up, and waved to Chiya Hiramiya. Hiramiya Chiya walked up the stairs next to her, came to where Akechi Mitsuhide was, and sat in the empty seat next to him. He glanced around inconspicuously. In addition to Mitsuhide Akechi, there were three other young men, most of whom were not very old. One of them was a burly man with a shaved head who was particularly impressive. "Kimura and Shida are already playing down there." "This is Ping Gong Qian Ye, his Buddhist teachings are extraordinary." "He and I are not acquainted until we fight." Akechi Mitsuhide smiled and introduced Hiramiya Chiya to the other three people. Pinggong Qianye smiled and greeted a few people. It was true that they became acquainted through fighting, and Akechi Mitsuhide was the one who got beaten. At that time, Akechi Mitsuhide had just returned to Japan and said he wanted to visit all the temples around Tokyo. When he met me, he saw that I was in good health and wanted to fight with me, relying on his skills in karate and taekwondo. Then, he was thrown to the sand several times by his own hand. In the end, Akechi Mitsuhide admitted defeat. The two were only two years apart in age, and after chatting for a while, they became acquainted. It can be considered a kind of fate. "Hiromiya, you came so late, are you delayed by something?" Akechi Mitsuhide asked casually as he asked for a glass of iced Coke for Hiromiya Chiye. "It's true that something happened." "Could it be another commission to exorcise evil spirits?" “This is work, but it’s also part of the practice.” "That's amazing! I've also thought about becoming a master of exorcising demons and ghosts, but unfortunately I don't have that talent." Akechi Mitsuhide sighed and raised his glass to clink it with the iced cola in Hiramiya Chiye's hand. "Oh, you are good at exorcising demons and ghosts?" The bald-headed man sitting opposite Pinggong Qianye had a strong interest in his eyes. He stretched out his right hand and said with a smile: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Takeda Saburo, and I come from Keidan-in Temple in Shitennoji." Shitennoji Temple Keidan-in Temple? Pinggong Qianye became more excited. He has always been interested in these ancient temples. Their heritage has never been cut off, and they must have their own unique methods on the path of cultivation. Unlike myself, I am guarding an old temple and have no famous teacher to guide me. In many aspects, I can only grope forward on my own. He should be very powerful, right? "Ping Gong Qian Ye, from Wei Lian Ancient Temple."
Heimiya Chiye also reached out and shook hands with Takeda Saburo. "Would you like to try it?" Saburo Takeda grinned, his eyes eager to try. "can." Heimiya Chiye understood what Takeda Saburo meant. He also wanted to test how big the gap was between his level and that of the successors of these big temples. "Tsk, I'll be the referee." Akechi Mitsuhide was equally excited, and he and the other two cleared an area on the table. Hiramiya Chiya and Takeda Saburo simultaneously rested their elbows on the glass tabletop. The so-called test is just a simple comparison of the strength of both parties to see how far the other party has gone in physical cultivation. The palms are thick and have calluses but they are not big. This is probably because after practicing every day, the palms are soaked in a medicinal bath for healing. Hiramiya Chiye roughly sensed the palm of Takeda Saburo opposite him and couldn't help but take it seriously. This was the first time he truly competed with these descendants from major temples. His right elbow rested on the table, and he sat like a Vajra, motionless as a mountain. "3, 2, 1, start!" Akechi Mitsuhide shouted the countdown excitedly. Hiramiya Chiye did not move rashly, but allowed Takeda Saburo on the opposite side to exert his strength. He was not in a hurry to knock himself down, but instead clasped his five fingers together as if he wanted to crush his palm. The strength is indeed great, enough to crush a stone. Pinggong Qianye put his four fingers together, sat quietly and let him do what he wanted, without feeling any pressure. His Vajra Body had already reached a bottleneck, and the current force was far from enough to make him feel uncomfortable. Maybe, they were holding back, fearing that they might hurt themselves. As expected of someone who came from a big temple, he has a really good character. It's quite a feat, as he remained motionless. Saburo Takeda felt a little more admiration in his heart, and then began to transform all his body's strength into amazing grip strength. He once tested his grip strength and found it was around 120kg, which was just his normal performance level. 当他手里的握力逐渐从40kg提升到50、60、80、100、120kg，见面前平宫千夜表情依旧淡定，手掌也没有出现一丝一毫的摇晃。 He knew that he had to be serious. Saburo Takeda's arms began to arch on both sides, and there was a faint sound of his shirt being torn due to the expansion of his chest and arm muscles. When the shirt was completely torn and Hiramiya Chiya's hand still did not waver, Takeda Saburo took a deep breath, and the bronze palm holding Hiramiya Chiya began to gradually turn red, as if a ball of flame was burning. Eh, I feel something.
Pinggong Chiye looked at Takeda Saburo in surprise. The temperature of his palm was quite good, warm and comfortable. Is he finally moved? Saburo Takeda breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that even if he was inferior to the other party, he was not too far behind. Concentrating his mind, Takeda Saburo pushed the strength of his right hand almost to the limit. His right palm seemed to be surrounded by flames, bright red, as red as blood, giving people a strong sense of power. He should be practicing the method of Acalanatha, right? At the beginning, he sat upright like a diamond, motionless as a mountain, and had already firmly gained the upper hand. Unless one's strength was obviously superior to his, one would not be able to break his defense of Acalanatha. Seeing that he was unable to do anything to Hiramiya Chiye, Takeda Saburo chose to admit defeat in terms of grip strength, and the redness on his right palm gradually faded away. After a short rest, Takeda Saburo began to exert force with his right arm again. This time he wanted to try to knock down the Acala, Chiya Hiramiya. His right arm was expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if a scarlet dragon had been born. After the test just now, he no longer held back and wanted to defeat the Acalanatha in front of him in one go. Hey, this is the Western Heavenly King Guangmuzun among the Four Heavenly Kings, right? Hiramiya Chiye used a little strength to lift up Takeda Saburo's arm to prevent him from crushing the glass table top with excessive strength. Things in bars are always expensive, so it’s better not to break them. His eyes were looking behind Takeda Saburo, where a statue of the Western Heavenly King Guangmu Zun was faintly visible. (End of this chapter)