Chapter 73: The Buddha is Compassionate

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, direction of Higashi-Ojuku side hall toward Haringi Village.

"Everyone, get in the vehicles quickly; we will take you away."

"Please maintain order; do not panic! There is still time."

The military and police are evacuating citizens in large numbers.

It can be seen that although the crowd here is dense and packed, their direction of movement is unified, heading toward the area outside Higashi-Ojuku.

Only one person is an exception.

That is Amamiya Xia Mei, who had just been brought over by military vehicles; the moment she stepped out, she ran toward Haringi Village.

Amidst the sight of everyone running toward the outskirts, Amamiya Xia Mei's unusual action was extremely conspicuous; it was impossible not to attract attention, drawing sidelong glances.

"Hey, what is that girl doing?" A soldier evacuating the crowd saw this, his expression changed: "Go quickly and stop that girl."

"Is that woman crazy? Why is she charging toward the direction of the youkai?"

"Do not go there; it is dangerous! The youkai are over there."

Kind-hearted people tried to dissuade Amamiya Xia Mei.

Amamiya Xia Mei seemed not to hear; her clear, large eyes flashed with determination, staring fixedly at the direction of the youkai in Higashi-Ojuku.

Along the way, she had witnessed the horrific scenes at Higashi-Ojuku; injured personnel were constantly being transported out, their injuries gruesome, with severed hands and feet; among them were citizens injured by the residual waves of the youkai, as well as soldiers who had fought the youkai earlier.

The crowded masses, chaotic and disordered, wails everywhere, blood flowing—these were deeply imprinted in Amamiya Xia Mei's eyes, making her heart tremble with fear, yet strengthening her resolve.

She must stop the youkai; once the youkai leave Higashi-Ojuku, her family will be in danger.

She ran all the way toward the direction of Haringi Village.

Ahead lay the area approaching the combat zone, which had already been completely sealed off.

Over there, there were no more citizens; all had been evacuated. Only the 12th Brigade, which had rushed to support, was intercepting the youkai.

They changed their strategy, avoiding close-quarters combat with the youkai for fear of being affected by the eerie pressure again; they adopted long-range strikes and set up various traps, such as landmines, remotely detonated bombs, laser devices, and so on, solely to block the youkai.

Boom-boom-boom-boom!!!!

Deafening cannon fire echoed in her ears, unceasing, exploding to the point of making one's mind dazed, with ringing pain in the ears.

Even standing outside the Higashi-Ojuku blockade, one could hear and see the soul-shaking cannon fire and flames; however, approaching the combat zone and feeling the warfare up close was a different experience entirely, causing the soul to shudder, truly understanding the ferocity of war, what it means for cannon fire to fill the sky.

A forest of guns and a rain of bullets, bullets flying, cannon fire obscuring the sun and moon, chaos engulfing this area.

Walking here, Amamiya Xia Mei looked at the broken buildings all around, shattered walls and ruined houses, with Xiong Xiong flames igniting everything.

Her clear, beautiful eyes reflected the scene of destruction.

She stopped her steps.

Faintly visible, several kilometers away in the sea of fire, a figure bathed in the roar of cannon fire was walking toward this side.

Behind the figure, waves of fire rolled, blood dripped everywhere; tank and armored vehicle shell debris lay scattered, and corpses lay haphazardly.

Like the Grim Reaper symbolizing destruction and death, wherever he passed, people and things were annihilated.

At the same time.

At the evacuation site where Amamiya Xia Mei had come from.

"That girl really went to the youkai; she must be crazy."

"She probably just wants to commit suicide."

"These days, there are plenty of people who commit suicide; of course, it's also possible her family or someone like that was killed by the youkai. Let's run quickly; that youkai, not counting the Self-Defense Force, has already killed over a hundred people."

Some people in the crowd were discussing, all convinced that Amamiya Xia Mei was going to commit suicide.

The reason was nothing else; even the army found it difficult to deal with the youkai. What could a girl without a single weapon do if she went there? Besides delivering herself to death, they could think of nothing else.

And the next moment.

"Look over there!"

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is that Monk also going to deliver himself to death?"

"Another one wanting to commit suicide?"

It was seen that an old Monk wearing a large wide-brimmed hat, with hands pressed together in prayer, was slowly walking toward the combat zone. Whether it was an illusion or something else, everyone looking at the old Monk felt a sense of unreality, ethereal and detached from the mundane; in this urgent and dangerous place, he was calm as water, forming a sharp contrast with everything and everyone around him.

At this time, from the combat zone side, four or five soldiers, injured and covered in blood, ran over carrying a stretcher, upon which lay a soldier whose legs had been blown off.

He howled in pain, his cry chilling and hair-raising.

"Make way, quickly make way! Where is the medical team?"

The four or five soldiers ran over, passing the Monk by, but they did not care whether the Monk was walking toward the combat zone.

The battle situation and the injured left them no time to care whether the person beside them was heading to the combat zone; moreover, they did not hear the old Monk chanting a Buddhist name as they passed by him.

"Amitabha, the Buddha is compassionate."

The light, drifting words rose up, echoing leisurely.

No one noticed, including the soldiers carrying the stretcher, that the soldier on the stretcher suddenly stopped wailing; as if injected with a sedative or anesthetic, his expression was no longer painful but rather peaceful, and his breathing became even.

He had actually fallen asleep.

At the same time, the bleeding at the broken legs stopped.

By the time the soldiers put down the stretcher and medical personnel approached, they discovered the change in their comrade on the stretcher and couldn't help but be surprised.

"What are you playing at? Wasn't the wound already treated? Why are you asking me to handle it? Don't you know I am very busy right now and have many other injured personnel waiting for emergency treatment?"

The medical personnel, seeing the bleeding had stopped, shouted angrily.

It was simply causing trouble; every minute wasted here meant one less chance of survival for other injured personnel.

"No, we haven't treated it at all," the soldiers said, bewildered.

"What kind of joke is this? If it wasn't treated, how could his legs stop bleeding?" The medical personnel, furious, reasoned that with legs blown apart like that, how could bleeding stop without treatment? He instinctively checked the wound of the injured person on the stretcher and instantly froze.

Hmm? What is going on with this bleeding stopping?

No!!

He suddenly realized his legs weren't wrapped in bandages, just bound tightly with leather straps; that couldn't stop the bleeding, only delay it. Looking closely, he was shocked!

The blood at the wound had stopped right before the vessels ruptured, not flowing out, and... and the wound was healing, extremely actively; the flesh and bone at the break were regrowing!

"Limb... Limb regeneration!!!"

The medic screamed in horror, his pupils filled with disbelief.

A medical miracle?!

No, this wasn't a medical miracle at all, but a major medical discovery, a divine sign!

A person with a severed leg, no need to reattach it, yet the leg regenerated directly, and the regeneration speed meant the leg would likely regrow in no time.

At this moment, a cry of shock came from beside him.

"Why doesn't my hand hurt anymore?"

"Huh, my wound doesn't hurt either, wait, where's my wound?"

The injured soldier being carried on the stretcher suddenly realized his injury no longer hurt, as if anesthetized, yet it wasn't anesthesia; looking closely, the wound was healing itself,

"What? Let me see!!" The medic looked and was equally shocked; the exact same miraculous bleeding stop, and self-healing at light speed.

Yes, light speed.

The healing speed was so fast, as if compressing a month's worth of wound healing time directly into a few seconds.

Just then.

One soldier suddenly said: "I seem to remember, when the pain stopped, I passed by someone... that person seemed to be a... Monk..."

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, apartment.

Kamikawa Mitsu looked down at his phone livestream; deep within his black eyes lay a profound light, and a scene was reflected before his eyes.

If anyone could see the image in Kamikawa Mitsu's eyes and the image in the old Monk's eyes, they would surely discover the two images were exactly the same!

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, Higashi-Ogiku.

The old Monk walked with unhurried steps, his figure ethereal; one step seemed like ten thousand; wherever he passed, injured soldiers and civilians around the fields miraculously regenerated severed limbs, wounds healed, and their inner anxiety and sorrow... all soothed.

Unknowingly, he had already reached the combat zone.