My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 176 After the festival, Fujiwara Xingkong became a reserve mountain god.

Carefully take the mask out of the delicate wooden box and tell it: "Hey, I'm going to play you!"

For thousands of years, Noh performers have followed this tradition, expressing their supreme respect for masks.They firmly believe that each mask contains the soul of a unique character, which cannot be easily violated.

When Fujiwara Xingkong walked into the shrine square, he happened to see a few bean raccoons transformed into entertainers, wearing masks on their faces.

With the rhythm that gradually sounded, the actors appeared on the stage, and the drumbeat fluctuated from high to low, fast and slow, happy and sad.

"Yeeeeeeeeee~~"

My Neighbor Totoro naively waved at the banquet in front of the stage. Fujiwara Xingkong glanced at it, then led Niijima over.

The banquet is a trapezoidal high platform with a small table in front of each seat.On the main seat in the middle, sat a monster with a steady breath like a mountain. It had no entity, it was just a black shadow wearing a ghost mask.

It is the master of this festival tonight, Nagano Mountain God.

Seeing it for the first time, the imprint on the neck gave birth to an induction, which also made Fujiwara Xingkong confirm one thing. Mr. Xinchuan should have predicted what will happen later, and paved the retreat for himself in advance.

How can I be favored by so many people? He was thinking about these things, and when passing by the main seat, he bowed slightly to the Nagano Mountain God to express his thanks.After the latter nodded, he took Niijima to the seat reserved next to him.

As monsters entered the seats one after another, gradually, a clear bell sounded from the sky.

Niijima looked up and saw a group of Qingluans with bells tied around their necks came with melons and fruits in their mouths and distributed them to every seat.There was also movement under the feet. Looking down, a group of little chinchillas were serving sake to every guest.

The performance on the stage reached its climax. Several mountain boys were sitting on the torii gate and playing flute at the same time.

Those bonfires swaying in the wind are actually made up of wick monsters. No wonder the brightness and angle are so well controlled.

Niijima poured a glass of sake for Hoshizo Fujiwara, and then drank some himself.Her drinking capacity was not much better either. After just drinking a glass of sake, a slight blush appeared on her fair face.

Looking at the midsummer night with slightly drunken eyes, when the rhythm of the music is changing, it is a moment of loss of reality, like entering the world where tanuki and tengu exist.

"This is the world where tanuki and tengu exist." Fujiwara Hoshiku patted her head and turned to the Noh performance on the stage.

This is a traditional drama that originated in the 8th century AD. It uses literature and poetry as the script. In terms of performance, the complicated and exquisite masks and costumes create a majestic and majestic atmosphere.

Although each face is hidden behind a mask, and the expression of the performer cannot be seen, the joys and sorrows have been vividly rendered with the swaying of the sleeves.

Niijima looked at it for a while, then murmured and asked, "Fujiwara, what is that playing?"

"Usually you are asked to read more books and you don't read them, but now you are fine, you don't know anything."

"Say it."

Fujiwara Hoshiku looked at the performance on the main stage that was drawing to a close, and briefly said something about it.

Aoi is the wife of a court nobleman named Genji. When she was pregnant, she was suspected of being possessed by a ghost, so Genji recruited the witch Eiri to find out what kind of ghost was possessed.

Following the practice of the witch, the ghost appeared, and everyone discovered that it was Genji's out-of-favor lover Six Girls.The sixth girl narrated her own experience. She said that happiness in this world is short-lived, and it is full of resentment towards the radiant Aoi.

Genji was shocked and invited the ascetic monks in the mountains to drive out the devil.

After a fierce battle, the angry souls of the six girls were defeated by the ascetic's spell.Although Aoi was saved, in the end, she died while giving birth to Genji's son.

This is a story with a tragic ending and process, and Niijima really doesn't like it.

As Fujiwara Hoshizo's voice stopped, the performance on the stage just ended.

Immediately afterwards, countless flickering dots of light flew from the sky, and the dots of light hovered over the entire shrine, connecting into planes, like fireflies, lighting up the entire Midsummer Night's Dream.

A new show was performed on the stage, and the monsters beat an ancient musical instrument called "Zi" and danced to the beat.After they finished their performance, a bright light suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was a bird monster covered in silver light, and with the flapping of its wings, the light was flying in the air.At the same time, on the pitch-black sky, the stars flooded the sky at the same time, and countless light spots fell like snowflakes, covering the whole world with a holy silver veil.

Fujiwara Xingkong took a sip of the sake that Niijima really poured for him. It should have been chilled, very cold, with a hint of green plum flavor.The degree is not high, but the aftertaste is endless.

Niijima leaned against him, his eyes fixed on the youkai who walked onto the stage.

It was a river god, whose body was wrapped in a ball of foul-smelling silt, with almost no limbs and face visible.

Isn't such a river god the one from the stinky ditch?

With the appearance of the river god, the rhythm of the stage music suddenly changed.The drum beats became subdued and the flute sounds eerie.And the singing sounded at this time.

[Even if there is no moon, it will illuminate day and night. ]
[Bai Wei weeps sadly, just like before. ]
[Looking back suddenly, all the flowers are gone. ]
[It seems to be comforting, but it has disappeared without a trace. ]
[Flowers bloom, pray to God. ]
[Floating life, Kong Zi mourns. ]
[The dream is gone, and the hatred is gone. ]
Fujiwara Xingkong frowned and thought for a while before he remembered that it was "Puppet Ballad". This Yao song itself was a ballad used by Shinto priestess priests. He had heard Xia Xilin sing it before.

The pure ancient tune, the singing and playing music have a very strong ancient Japanese style element, strange and sad, and there is also a bit of ethereal and holy feeling.

Accompanied by the sad and stubborn song of a sacrificial priest, the river god slowly narrated the narration.

The literature, art, and music handed down from every place have traces of rivers.For tens of thousands of years of human history, rivers have been very important for drinking water, irrigation, and transportation of goods.

It can be said that rivers are the source of human civilization.

However, after the Edo Bell Tower was sunk by the order of Emperor Showa, the country entered the industrial revolution. With the development of science and technology, people no longer depended on rivers.

People fill rivers with silt, block them with waste, and build cold, high banks.The rivers that fed civilization and witnessed history were sealed and abandoned.

People no longer respect nature, and the gods who guard the river are expelled and homeless.

On the silent stage, the river god began to dance solo, but its body covered in mud was too bloated, and its dance steps were staggering, so messy that it was impossible to see.

Jumping and jumping, Heshen staggered, and an abandoned bicycle fell out of the mud with a "clang" sound and fell in the middle of the stage.

The performance stopped at this moment, and the hearts of all the audience were raised in their throats.

Then, several kappas appeared dragging long knots of rope. They lit the straw bags tied to the tips of the ropes on fire and ran around waving the ropes.

Light and shadow flickered, sparks flew, and the river god came back to life, his body became clear and transparent, and a stream of water vapor floated above the stage.

The tide of applause rang out. This scene is the end of the world, a new life, and a peaceful transformation.

If you are a human being, you should pray for a smooth year and no disease or disaster at this time.So what should monsters pray for when performing these rituals?

Niijima looked at all the monsters with smiling faces, and fell into deep thought.

The river god exited, and the ceremony continued.

Countless wick demons glowed with their own light, illuminating the stage magnificently, and under the stage, one after another dreamlike "beauties" came from the flower path promenade, and another separation and separation drama was about to be staged.

The elegantly dressed kabuki dances amidst the brilliance, frowns and smiles, looking at each other and looking forward to shine.Their beautiful faces are like flowers blooming in the dark night, with a hazy charm and coquettish beauty.People can't see clearly, but they can't give up, and they are greedy.

In this illusory and gorgeous atmosphere, everyone's smiles and tears are like flowers in a dream, blooming in the amber crescent moon.

I don't know if it was because of the sake, but Niijima really felt drunk, very drunk.

She was lying on Fujiwara Xingkong's body, with a dim light in her eyes, a slight drunkenness welled up her cheeks, and she fell asleep murmuring.

This grand festival lasted for nearly one night. When the sky gradually brightened, the town gradually quieted down. The faint light in the morning mist rendered the outline of the shrine, like a pencil drawing that had been erased with an eraser. .

Fujiwara Xingkong settled down the sleeping Niijima, asked Mr. Totoro to take care of her, and when he turned to go out, he heard her indistinct ravings.

"Fujiwara, come back quickly"

"Return soon." Fujiwara Xingkong replied, and under the leadership of a monk with a Tang umbrella, he walked along the stone path to the depths of the back mountain of the shrine, and came under a towering ancient tree.

Standing under the tree and looking up, the sky is completely covered by the branches and leaves.The uneven place under the feet is the gnarled roots of ancient trees, and the main root has been deeply submerged in the moist soil.

Fujiwara Hoshizora stood there, with the deep sound of wind blowing across his face, accompanied by the distant ringing of bells.He straightened out his white hunting clothes and walked alone into the deep shade of the trees.

The sparse sunlight in the morning penetrates through the dense branches and leaves, turning into tiny light spots and falling on the ground. The leaves in the wind keep shaking, and the light spots on the ground are like the pinball balls played in childhood, dancing naughtily with the wind.

There are many dead branches under your feet, and when you step on them, you will make a "beep and clap" sound.

Inexplicably, he felt that such a voice sounded good. A smile gradually appeared on Fujiwara Xingkong's face, and a black shadow reflected in his bright eyes. He bent down and saluted.

Afterwards, he said respectfully, "Father."

Teacher Xinchuan was originally the daughter of the mountain god, and she carried the protection inherited from the mountain god on her body.Now that the protection of the daughter of the mountain god has been transferred to him, it is not an exaggeration to describe his current status as "son of the mountain god".

Even if this relationship is put aside, it's not a bad thing to shout father, after all, father-in-law is also a father.

The Nagano Mountain God probably didn't expect this person to be so thick-skinned, he was stunned for a long time, and then slowly asked, "How is Mihoko?"

Mihoko?Mihoko Shinkawa?Good name Showa, Fujiwara Hoshiku held back the smile on his face, and replied: "She lives in Tokyo now, her identity is a very beautiful Mandarin teacher, and she has a very handsome and smart student, and she is very happy every day .”

"Very handsome and smart student?"

Fujiwara Xingkong said honestly: "That's right, it's me."

Nagano Mountain God: "..."

If it hadn't wanted to maintain a steady image of a god, it might have hit people directly.

The scene was silent for a while, and Nagano Sanshen lowered his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but Fujiwara Xingkong didn't feel embarrassed at all.

After being speechless for a long time, it seemed to remember something, and sighed vaguely: "I don't know what happened between you, but I believe in Mihoko's choice. So I have no objection, if you have time in the future, you two can come back together. "

Listening to its tone, it seems that something unpleasant happened between the father and daughter.Although Fujiwara Xingkong was puzzled, it was inconvenient to ask more questions, so he just nodded lightly in agreement.

Nagano Mountain God went on to say: "I don't want to participate in your affairs, but you can call all the monsters in the entire Hida Mountains when necessary."

Fujiwara Hoshikora's body was shaken and he was completely speechless. He just stared straight at its dark figure.

The so-called Hida Mountains refer to the Alps in the central part of the island country, a majestic mountain range that spans the counties of Toyama, Niigata, Nagano and Gifu from north to south.

There are tens of thousands of monsters hidden in this vast mountain, if they can be used for themselves.
Nagano Mountain God gave him a meaningful look, and slowly said: "Of course, most monsters living in the deep mountains don't like to participate in those boring fights. I hope you don't abuse their power."

"Why?" Fujiwara Xingkong kept calm and asked calmly.

"The inheritance of the Nagano Mountain God was originally left to Mihoko. Now that you have inherited her divinity, the Nagano Mountain God will naturally be passed on to you."

Does the so-called natural protection originally refer to divinity?No wonder Xiaozhen said that he sensed divinity from himself. Xingkong Fujiwara's heart moved, and he couldn't help asking: "Does this mean that I have joined the mountain god's family and inherited the mountain god's inheritance as a son-in-law?"

"If you want to understand it that way, it's okay."

"But I still have a lot to do, and I can't stay in the mountains for a long time."

"Always reserved for you."

It feels like his son is determined to go to the big city, and the lonely old father is waiting for him to come back to inherit the family business. Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't help muttering: "What if I don't come back?"

"It's okay, even if you die, your soul will return here."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Do you need me to lend you a knife to practice?"

"Father, what you say doesn't sound like what a mountain god should say."

Nagano Mountain God paused, and then said with some resentment: "I have been looking forward to Mihoko's return every day for more than 100 years. Suddenly, a human child ran out of nowhere and brought the divinity that I passed on to Mihoko in front of my eyes. Jumping. The key is that he actually took other girls to play around with him, if you were me, how would you treat that human child?"

"Uh~haha, that~" Fujiwara Hoshiku smiled awkwardly, and asked desperately: "If that human child is very good, can you spare him for Mihoko's sake?"

"Hmph!" Nagano Mountain God snorted strangely, and said lightly, "If it wasn't for his excellence, Totoro would have eaten him for breakfast."

After finishing speaking, he took out a mirror and handed it over, "We met for the first time, this is a gift for you. For the sake of your father, I will forgive you this time. Let's go, finish your business." Afterwards, take Mihoko home."

Fujiwara Xingkong took the mirror and saluted solemnly, "Thank you, Father."

After he left, the Nagano Mountain God stood there for a long time, until it saw a man and a woman leaving the town in the morning light, and it nodded slightly.

In the battle between Fujiwara Xingkong and Yizu Zhentian, it learned the whole process through its monsters.

This is indeed a very good human child, with extraordinary talent, thoughtfulness and tenacity.

The key is to look good.

Although as a mountain god, it doesn't care much about its appearance, but if its daughter wants to be with a Kappa, it will not agree to it even if it is killed.

Taken together, this Fujiwara Xingkong seems to have no other shortcomings except for being a bit fickle.

Nagano Mountain God thought about these things, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the mask of ghosts and gods.

I really want to see Mihoko again, I hope he can take her home so that my incompetent father can personally say sorry.

(End of this chapter)