Chapter 5 Have you ever seen a palm technique falling from the sky?
The bright moon finally slowly rose from the top of the mountain, casting patches of silver light.

The cold moonlight shines on the scattered houses, paths and rice fields in the countryside, adding a unique sense of tranquility.

Hiramiya Chiya and the other two have left Suzuki Hideta’s house and are heading towards the abandoned house, Mr. Matsumoto’s home.

According to Yuji Horii’s recollection, he had seen the lantern covered with blue paper when he was a child, but he did not remember having any contact with the lantern.

The only thing they remembered was that old man Matsumoto liked the lantern very much, and he came to ask for it before they moved away.

So when they moved, they left the lantern and some unused items to Mr. Matsumoto.

Memories of the past always surface one after another.

After recalling the lantern, Horii Yuji gradually remembered that Mr. Matsumoto also came to ask for the lantern when his grandfather passed away.

At that time, his father did not give the lantern to Mr. Matsumoto on the grounds that it was a relic of a deceased person.

“Is there really a monster like Qingxuande?”

On the way, Horii Suzune couldn’t help but ask.

“I haven’t seen it myself either.” Pinggong Qianye smiled and said, “But legends that can be passed down for a long time always have some intersection with reality.”

He exorcised evil spirits in Tokyo, but he never encountered any real monsters.

I thought that all the monsters in this world had died out, leaving only some not-so-powerful evil spirits in the city.

The so-called Night Parade of One Hundred Demons is just a distant legend.

It turns out that I am still too young and the world I see is too small.

I don’t know how much merit and power I can gain by subduing a real monster.

The abandoned houses under the moonlight and the weeds seen during the day look like ghost hands reaching out from the ground.

The green vines look like black tentacles growing from the heart.

Yuji Horii is a policeman and is not afraid of such a scene. He walks in front with a flashlight, pushes open the half-open door of the abandoned house, and enters the overgrown yard.

There are two connected three-story houses here, each with a half-open door.

“Lingyin, come with me to search this side. I’ll leave the other side to you.”

Not wanting to give the two a chance to be alone together, Horii Yuji quickly allocated the direction of action.

Pinggong Chiye had no objection to this.

He still walked around the outside of the house before going in.

The entrance hall, living room, stairs, corridors… the wooden house that has been abandoned for many years makes creaking sounds due to footsteps.

Pinggong Qianye walked in the corridor on the second floor, listening to the occasional but subtle sounds coming from upstairs.

He knew that he could pray for the souls of the dead again tonight.

After a normal person dies, he does not enter the six realms of reincarnation, but leaves behind his existence in this world.

Normal people cannot see ordinary undead ghosts and will not be harmed by them. They even subconsciously avoid the approach of normal people to avoid being dispersed by the yang energy.

The risk value is 0.

Only those souls whose resentment and viciousness have become extreme will turn into evil spirits and vicious spirits that harm people.
Their danger levels generally fluctuate between 1 and 5.

There was no way, the strongest evil spirit he had encountered so far had a danger level of only 5.

“Ah, ah, samaha…”

Pinggong Qianye clasped his hands together and chanted the “Six Paths Vajra Mantra”.

The magnificent and sacred chanting penetrates the barriers of floors and rooms, leading the souls still remaining in the world to salvation and reincarnation.

The most common mantra for saving the dead in literary works is the “Nirvana Mantra”, which is a mantra commonly used by believers of the Pure Land Sect.

Pinggong Qianye himself prefers the “Six Paths Vajra Mantra”, which only requires one to put one’s palms together and chant the six-syllable mantra, which is relatively easy and simple.

While chanting the mantra, he opened the door and looked for an object that looked like a green lantern.

According to what happened to Horii Yuji, his lost soul should still remain in that lantern.

As the power of salvation generated by chanting the “Six Paths Vajra Mantra” many times became stronger, Pinggong Qianye’s eyes lit up.

What an unexpected bonus!
He sensed that there was an evil spirit with a danger level of about 3 in the second house on the left on the third floor.

After sweeping all the rooms on the second floor, Pinggong Chiye went up the stairs.

Click.

There was a sudden sound from the wooden staircase that it could not bear the weight and was about to break.

Pinggong Qianye bent down and squatted, then jumped up from where he was, holding on to the railing on the third floor with both hands.

The stairs began to collapse under the force of his squat.
Whoosh, a gust of cold wind carrying the foul smell of blood rushed out from a room and came in front of Pinggong Qianye.

Looking up, I saw an old man with black air coming out of his body.

The old man’s thin shoulders carried three heads, one was a woman’s head as old as him, and the other was younger, with a face somewhat similar to his.

Probably the old man’s wife and son.

The old man’s stomach was cut open, revealing a dark, empty cavity with large and small intestines hanging down and dragging on the ground.

“Amitabha.” Pinggong Qianye chanted the Buddha’s name.

Perhaps sensing the uneasy and resentful aura from Pinggong Qianye, the old man pounced towards Pinggong Qianye who was still hanging on the railing.

The other two heads flew off the shoulders, each leaving a trail of black smoke, as if they had transformed into two long black whips, which moved along the ground and coiled towards Pinggong Qianye.

“Have you ever seen a palm technique that falls from the sky?”

Pinggong Chiye bent his arms, pressed down with his ten fingers, and then jumped high into the air.

He changed the direction of his body on the ceiling, facing the old man below and the two heads outside. He placed his left palm in front of his chest in a single-palm salute, and slightly opened the five fingers of his right palm and pressed down.

An indescribable surging force turned into a golden palm and pressed down!

hum!
Like the lingering echo after a bell is struck.

Before the old man could show a look of horror and fear in his eyes, his body, along with the other two heads and all the eerie and terrifying aura, were all destroyed on the spot.

Pinggong Qianye landed on the ground, clasped his hands together, and everything returned to calm.

Only a few golden lights remained around, as if telling something.

“Amitabha, please don’t force me to strike.”

After satisfying his desire to act, Pinggong Qianye put down his hands, put them in his pockets, and walked forward.

Unlike the second floor, the door of the room from which the old man had just escaped had only half of the seal left on it.

It was not the seal commonly used by the police to prohibit passage, but the seal used by Shintoism to prohibit evil spirits from leaving the room.

Unfortunately, with the passage of time and with no one living there to take care of it, the spirit-sealing strips have fallen off.

Fortunately, the house here has been abandoned and basically no one comes here, so no accidents have occurred.

A demon with a danger level of 3 is fully capable of wreaking a bloody massacre in a place like this.

When I opened the door, the smell of blood that had been hidden for a long time had become very faint.

Pinggong Qianye could clearly feel that a terrible murder had occurred in this house.

……

“On June 1995, 6, I finally got the lantern of the other shore left by the old ghost Horii!”

“On June 1995, 6, at 5 a.m., I could no longer resist my curiosity about the other side of the world, and tried to open the door using the method of Hyakumonogatari Kaidan.”

“On July 1995, 7, I finally succeeded in seeing the other side of the world. It was so beautiful. That was where I should go.”

“August 1995, 8, even though I might attract the presence of a terrifying being from the other side, I don’t care at all.

Because I am dying, and the disease won’t let go of an old man like me! “

“On September 1995, 9, my wife, who was going to spend the rest of my life with me, questioned me and even wanted to set it on fire!
Ahhhhh!
How could she be so irrational!

I tried to communicate with her, but I couldn’t convince her!”

“On September 1995, 9, at 2 a.m., I killed her.”

“On September 1995, 9, during the funeral, my eldest son seemed to have discovered something. He looked at me in a strange way, as if filled with anger and fear.”

“On September 1995, 9, my good son, are you also going down the path of questioning and betraying me?”

“On September 1995, 9, at 7 p.m., I poisoned him to death. I watched him die in front of me.”

“On September 1995, 9, my second son’s eyes also showed his wariness and suspicion of me.”

With the help of the flashlight, Horii Suzune could clearly see the diary that she had found in the box.

This should be the diary of Mr. Matsumoto who took away the lantern.

The Lamp of the Other Shore, is this the real name of the lantern covered with blue paper?
Or, was this just named by Mr. Matsumoto himself?

He actually killed his own wife and son. How cruel!
The diary only recorded up to September 1995, 9, and ended abruptly when he was about to kill his second son.

There is no follow-up plot, which means that something must have happened to Mr. Matsumoto in the days that followed.

He may have died of illness, or he may have been killed first by his second son.

Then how did his second son and his family die?

What a complicated and terrifying ethical murder case.

After reading the diary, Horii Suzune felt sad and glanced to the other side.

She was horrified to find that her father was lifting up a canvas, revealing a lantern covered with blue paper.

Fortunately, the lantern was not lit.

The next second, she saw it.

His father squatted down, lit the candle on the ground with the lighter he carried with him, and placed it inside the lampshade of the lamp.

The dark Japanese-style room was lit up with a blue light.

The dark room was dyed blue.

(End of this chapter)