My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 180

The easiest way to understand a city is to understand how its inhabitants work, live, love and die.

By Albert Camus "The Plague"

Early the next morning, on the 102 line of the Kyoto Municipal Bus Express, Niijima asked, "Then what did you learn?"

Fujiwara Hoshikora is looking at the scenery intently, his eyes constantly drifting past the quiet forest and deep ancient temple, the girl in kimono and the elegant garden.

Shinjima repeated the question in a loud voice.

Just at this time, a living picture flashed outside the car window.

Behind the elegance of the kimono geisha under the paper umbrella, with her hair tied up, her face powdered, and her neck snow-covered, there is a quiet sadness.

Probably affected by such emotions, Fujiwara Xingkong said without thinking: "There are many beauties in Kyoto."

Niijima really had a headache and said: "You really don't change your mind."

"This is the truth from the bottom of my heart. I always feel that the feasting and feasting in Tokyo is too magical, even the women in Tokyo are magical."

"What magic method?"

"For example, Xia Xilin, that woman is like a drug, it's unstoppable."

Niijima cracked his fingers and asked kindly: "Are you showing off your girlfriend to me?"

"It's here~~" Fujiwara Xingkong smiled and jumped out of the car. A lady in kimono who happened to pass by was taken aback. He hurriedly bowed and apologized. Bow down and return the gift.

The beauty is dressed in a beautiful red dress, and her gentle smile hides a traditional atmosphere-such an elegant taste is really hard to find in Tokyo.

After all, in Tokyo, except for festivals, it is rare to see people wearing kimonos on the streets.

Others say that people in Kyoto are very cold, but that is not the case. Walking on the way to Kinkakuji Temple, Fujiwara Hoshizora received the smiling faces of many ladies and girls.

In the gentle breeze and drizzle, the beauty folded her fan to cover her face and left shyly.Their elegant beauty blends perfectly with the ancient temples and is very natural.

This also made Fujiwara Xingkong's favorability towards Kyoto a little bit more. You must know that in Tokyo, the streets are full of office workers who don't know where they came from and don't know where they disappeared.

Especially at the Shibuya intersection, those social animals in suits and leather shoes with briefcases between them, their expressionless hustle and bustle, always reminds people of the migrating animals on the African savannah, making people sweat on their backs and numb their scalps .

After walking for a while, the rain stopped and the summer sun bloomed again.

Niijima took a sip of the canned coffee he bought from the vending machine, looked at his glowing face, and said helplessly: "Your appearance is too eye-catching, we have to disguise ourselves, otherwise we're afraid our whereabouts will be exposed."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Fujiwara Hoshikora opened the system panel and took a look, and he was shocked to find that the value of [Charm Value 1] under normal conditions had become [10/10].

Is it because of divinity?Thinking about this possibility, he showed his best smile to his sister-in-law, and then, a reminder of Charm value +5 floated in front of his eyes.

Niijima suddenly felt a deer hitting his chest, hurriedly looked away, and said in embarrassment: "Can you stop showing me such a foul smile!"

Fujiwara Xingkong looked at the panel again and could clearly see it.

Charm value 1: 15/10 (for people, the value fluctuates and cannot be increased by itself).

It's really foul. This is not the charm value that humans can have at all.

What a headache!Too handsome is not a good thing~~
Before entering the Kinkakuji Temple, Niijima bought two masks, one for each of her and Fujiwara Hoshizo, and put on their hiking caps by the way, before walking into the Kinkakuji garden together.

Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't help but despise her from the bottom of his heart. The current outfit of the two of them is like two idol artists secretly dating, but it is even more eye-catching!

Walking along Jinghu Pool for a while, you can already see the three-story temple standing on the edge of the pool.It is not as magnificent as imagined, but because the outer layer is covered with gold leaf, it looks like the whole building is shining in the summer sun from a distance, and it looks like a nouveau riche, which makes people feel vulgar.

But if you walk in a little bit, you will find something different.

The golden temple and the clear blue sky are reflected in a clear water. The gorgeousness and clarity complement each other. When the water sways, the golden temple also sways slightly. It is so sacred that people cannot take their eyes away.

The so-called Western Paradise is nothing more than this.

"The Kinkaku-ji Temple was burned down in Showa 25 and rebuilt in 30. However, the gold leaf was too thin when it was rebuilt, and the paint on the inside came out, and the surface looked black. So in Showa 61, Then the gold foil was pasted to five times its original thickness.”

Walking on the path leading to the temple, Fujiwara Xingkong's commentary is strict, a bit like a tour guide.

"The fire in Showa 25?" Niijima asked curiously beside him.

"Yes."

"Why set fire to it?"

"It was done by the trainee monks in the room. It is said that it was out of jealousy for beauty. This topic aroused a lot of discussion at the time, and Yukio Mishima wrote the novel "Golden Pavilion Temple" based on this background. It's a pity that this temple was not destroyed by the flames of World War II, but by the jealousy of people's hearts."

Beauty can arouse envy.

This jealousy can only be dispelled by fire?
Niijima saw him suddenly pick up a stone from the ground and hit it hard on the pool water. He couldn't help but asked, "Fujiwara, are you a mobile library?"

Fujiwara Xingkong scratched his head, "I didn't like contact with human beings before, and I always played games and read books by myself in my spare time. After a long time, I will naturally know more."

"Poor child." My sister-in-law sighed in a voice full of motherly love.

"What about Xiaozhen? What do you do in your spare time?"

"Train with nine subjects."

"Poor child." Fujiwara Hoshikora also responded to her with a voice full of fatherly love.

After walking half a circle around Jinghu Lake, they came to the gate of the Golden Pavilion Temple, and the two of them passed by a group of high school students speaking a Kanto dialect.In addition, you can often hear Chinese, Korean, English, and various languages ​​​​that you have never heard of from Eastern Europe.

"There are a lot of foreigners." Niijima fanned the air with leaflets, and looked curiously at the white and fat ducks on the pool.

"After all, the Kinkakuji Temple is known as the most beautiful temple in the island country. If it is famous, more people will come to visit it."

"Since he is so famous, will the Space Mage you mentioned be very powerful?"

"It's hard to say whether she's powerful or not, but she's very lustful."

"Isn't that the same as you?"

"He's not as handsome as me!" Fujiwara Xingkong protested strongly.

Niijima really didn't reply, just smiled contemptuously at him, with crescent-like brows and eyes, very cute.

Fujiwara Xingkong glared at her, and then laughed too.

She was wearing casual clothes today, a short T-shirt with a Lucky Cat printed on it, exposing her white arms.Wearing a black skirt, her knees and calves are naturally exposed, and her high-heeled sandals reveal her shiny pink toes. Even with a mask on, she can still feel the charm of a beautiful girl coming towards her face.

Such a good-looking sister-in-law, I couldn't bear to be angry with her.

Stepping on the wooden steps of Kinkakuji Temple, the door was stopped.

A gray-clothed monk clasped his hands together, bent slightly and said politely: "Two benefactors, tourists are not allowed to visit the temple, please go back."

Fujiwara Hoshikora also bowed and returned the greeting, "Hello Master, we are friends of Master Kong. Please inform us."

The gray-clothed monk listened to his Guandong accent, looked at the plain clothes of the two, and said indifferently: "Uncle Kong Wu is a respected master, so he won't meet guests easily. If there is no appointment, I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to replace the two of you." report."

Although the expression is still very polite, but the tone of the tone can be heard as if the Kyoto people are superior to the Kanto people.

Fujiwara Xingkong didn't bother to chat with this kind of person, rubbing his fingers together, a blue flame bloomed at the fingertips, and the majestic spiritual power swept across the monk's body in an instant, and with a "bang", his clothes bulged up. robe.

Then, with a flip of the palm of his hand, the surging spiritual power was instantly suppressed and dissipated into the invisible before it could spread out.

The gray-clothed monk's pupils shrank sharply, and his facial features froze at the same time.

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He was just a gatekeeper. He had seen an expert who could control his own spiritual power with such precision, and he was stunned on the spot.

Fujiwara Xingkong gave him a stern look, stood with his hands behind his back, looked into the distance, and put on the appearance of an outsider.

Niijima reprimanded tacitly on the side: "If you don't report quickly, you will delay the master's affairs, and you will be responsible for the consequences!"

The gray-robed monk's heart pounded, and he didn't bother to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He nodded and said "Wait a moment", and then hurriedly ran into the temple.

Fujiwara Xingkong looked back and asked happily: "Xiaozhen, how did you rate your brother-in-law's performance just now?"

"99 points."

"Why not full marks?"

"I'm afraid of you..." Before Niijima could finish his words, Fujiwara Hoshiku suddenly put his arms around her waist, and then looked at the pond in front of the temple.

"What are you doing!" My sister-in-law was ashamed and startled, and poked his waist with her elbow, "Didn't it be agreed, it can't be done in the real world!"

"Don't make noise." Fujiwara Xingkong added strength to her hand, making her stick close to her, and said in a low voice: "The bald man who came out now, I met him in Yishuiyuan, so he can't let him find us two one here."

As soon as Niijima's tense body loosened, his whole body was attached to his body.

It happened for a reason, my sister shouldn't blame me, right?
Their bodies were pressed together, sending bursts of heat.It was such a hot summer day that Fujiwara Hoshizora had a pleasant smell of sweat. Niijima put her face against his chest and sniffed hard.

Close your eyes, the breeze blows through your hair, there are ducks calling in the pool water, and his regular breathing. The summer of 17 years old is full of sweet and sour taste, which makes people intoxicated.

Monk Kongning walked out of the temple gate and found a young couple embracing each other by the pool, talking about love in a low voice under the scorching sun.

When he walked to the steps, he happened to hear the girl say: "Look, those ducks are so cute."

Immediately afterwards, I heard the boy say again: "Indeed, I will buy half of them tonight to have a taste."

His feet staggered, and Monk Kong Ning almost fell down the steps.

Such a straight man actually has a girlfriend?He shook his head and sighed, leaving Kinkakuji.

After his back disappeared, Fujiwara Xingkong breathed a sigh of relief, and then helplessly looked at Niijima who was still holding him tightly.

"Xiao Zhen."

"what?"

"People are gone."

"Oh."

"Then let go."

"Cuddle me for a while longer~~"

With a soft and waxy tone, her ears felt numb as if they had been touched by foxtail grass.

Fujiwara Hoshizora rubbed her head lovingly, "It seems I can't pamper you too much, otherwise I won't be able to establish any dignity as a brother-in-law."

"Slightly~~"

Niijima stuck out his tongue strangely, left his embrace, and walked towards the gray-clothed monk who had gone and returned.

"You two, this way please."

The three of them entered the interior of the temple, passed through the winding entrance, and in front of a Japanese room, a gray-clothed monk knocked on the door lightly.

"Uncle Kongwu, the two guests have arrived."

And in the room, the young monk in white with a delicate face and a dog-like appearance pressed the 18+ book in his hand under the Buddhist scriptures regretfully, and said, "Please come in."

Immediately, a girl wearing a mask walked in from outside the door, and then a young man also wearing a mask walked in, and the young man closed the Zen room door.

He was not very old, and he looked similar to himself. His facial features were familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.Monk Kongwu sat on the futon and asked doubtfully: "Who are you two?"

The person who came didn't answer, and the young man raised his palm and rushed towards him.

Good guy, you dare to attack me at the Golden Pavilion Temple!
Monk Kongwu pushed back with his backhand, and the Buddha's light in his palm flourished.

The next second, the boy slapped him in the face, and then a thick liquid was poured directly into his mouth.

Monk Kongwu was frightened and retreated hurriedly. Just as he was about to call for help, he suddenly felt dizzy, his feet swayed, and he fell directly to the ground.

Before he passed out, his last thought was: I was careless and didn't dodge!
"It's done!"

Fujiwara Hoshizora clapped his hands and looked around the indoor environment.The area is about 9 square meters, nearly 30 meters, and is divided into two parts with a screen in the middle.

The inner side is the Zen room. Cabinets filled with Buddhist scriptures are placed against the three walls. There is a small table on the tatami in the middle. There is a futon on the main seat and another on the guest seat.

The side next to the window is the tea room, with a tea table and a small cabinet containing tea sets. There are some elegant calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and the green pool water is reflected outside the window.

The overall color tone is mainly warm yellow and white, and the room is filled with the sound of wind, birds, gurgling water, the bitterness and fragrance of matcha, and the faint smell of refreshing incense.

"This mage is very elegant." Niijima tugged on the sleeve of Fujiwara Xingkong, and whispered: "Would it be impolite for you to directly faint him like this?"

"Fengya?" Fujiwara Xingkong shrugged, picked up the book that was pressed by Buddhist scriptures from the table and handed it to her, "When you say Fengya, do you mean this kind of Fengya?"

Niijima took it, and when he saw the cover, his face instantly turned red.

"You well-dressed scum!" She glanced at the little monk with contempt, and ordered: "Fujiwara, tie him up according to the cover."

Fujiwara Hoshikora clasped his hands together and bowed slowly to Monk Kongwu.

"Kongwu, don't blame me, I was also ordered by others."

After finishing speaking, he chuckled, and a spider thread spewed out from the palm of his hand, rolling up the body of Monk Kongwu.

Under his control, the spider silk tied the little monk's hands behind his back and fixed them together with his upper body.

Then pull the spider silk that binds the arms upward about an inch, wrap it horizontally around the shoulders and upper arms, wrap it around the chest many times and tie it behind the back. In addition, use the spider silk to pass through the little monk's armpits and wrap it around the upper body to tighten it. .

After the upper body was tied up, the little monk was hung on the beam by the spider thread drawn from the back, at a height that required him to stand on tiptoe.

Finally, the little monk's right leg was also hung up sideways, and he could only rely on his left foot to stand upright.

Well, of course, his mouth should also be wrapped with spider silk to prevent the little monk from screaming later.

After Fujiwara Xingkong finished his work, Makoto Niijima let out a "wow".

Good H pose.

Estimating that the effect of the toxin was about to pass, Fujiwara Xingkong twisted the spider silk into a whip, and directly whipped it to Monk Kongwu's ass.

Next, it was time for torture.

"Well!"

Monk Kongwu woke up slowly, struggled, and found that his body could not move.He looked at his body suspiciously, and then, the chrysanthemum tightened, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)