My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 189 The Gears of Destiny

The lights were dim, and the night was like ink.

Fujiwara Xingkong walked on the stairs, the wooden boards under his feet were full of charcoal traces, as if they had been burned by fire, and every time he stepped on it, he would make an overwhelmed "creak" sound.

This is a dilapidated old house, which has nothing to do with cleanliness. There are cockroaches and mice from time to time, and the walls are also very thin.

Going down to the lobby on the first floor, the lights are on, and the surrounding walls are covered with traces of smoke, exuding a weird smell.

Yoshio Watanabe was kneeling in the middle of the hall, with a brazier in front of him, and there was a yellow paper talisman still burning in the brazier.

"It's done." Fujiwara Xingkong came to him and sat down on his knees, comforting him: "Your son has been frightened a lot these years, and he can finally live a peaceful life."

Hearing what he said, Yoshio Watanabe's heart that had been hanging in his throat finally fell.

"Give me what I want."

Yoshio Watanabe hesitated for a moment, because he saw the appearance of the dead soul worm just now, so he did not question Fujiwara Xingkong's words.It's just that it's a bit of a joke to hand over Ibaraki's severed arm to him.

Fujiwara Xingkong was not in a hurry, he just watched quietly without speaking.

He is a rule-abiding person, but it does not mean that he is a static person.

If the opponent repents, Fujiwara Xingkong doesn't mind using a strong one.

Sensing the perseverance in his eyes, Watanabe Yoshio took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands. He just took one and put it to his mouth. After a moment of hesitation, he stuffed it back into the box and asked Fujiwara Hoshizora: "After you get the broken arm, what are you going to do with it?"

Fujiwara Xingkong replied honestly: "Look for Rashomon."

"How to find it?"

"Can you find it soon after you get the broken arm?"

"The broken arm doesn't have a navigation function."

Fujiwara Xingkong was puzzled, and couldn't help asking: "Since Ibaraki Doji is the ghost of Rashomon, then his broken arm should be able to sense the position of Rashomon."

"Of course a living Rashomon ghost is fine, but a broken arm is dead."

Fujiwara Xingkong fell silent, and had a bad guess in his heart.

The breeze blew in from the courtyard, slightly instigating the flames in the basin, and vaguely heard the cries of crows in the woods.

Yoshio Watanabe gave him a meaningful look, then got up and left, and came out with a wooden box and a sword after a while.

The wooden box was locked with a copper lock and glowed with light blue. It could be seen that there was an extremely powerful sealing formation attached to it.

Yoshio Watanabe muttered a few words in his mouth, like an ascetic monk sitting on the weathered rock on the top of a mountain and reciting precious mantras, the blue light flashed away, and the formation disappeared.

He then opened the box and handed it over with both hands.

Fujiwara Xingkong reached out to take it, and took a look inside. There was a dark and withered arm lying quietly in the wooden box, leaving only a layer of skin tightly attached to the skeleton, a bit like a dried mummy, and a bit like DND The hand bones of goblins in the game.

"Thank you." He whispered something, closed the box and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Yoshio Watanabe stopped him, and handed over the samurai sword in his hand.

"Over the past 1000 years, the reason why our Watanabe family has been able to guard this severed arm is all thanks to this knife."

Fujiwara Xingkong was in a complicated mood holding this knife.

According to legend, when Tsuna Watanabe chopped off one of Ibaraki Doji's arms, the sword he used was the one in front of him, which also bears the reputation of the demon sword, Onikiri.

"After cutting off Ibaraki Doji's arm, Onikiri gained a special effect on the Oni clan." Yoshio Watanabe introduced, with deep reluctance in his eyes.

"Once you hold this Onikiri, the speed, strength, and the owner's own control over spiritual power will increase by a level. When the blade penetrates the enemy's body, various spells and uninterrupted burn effects will be added."

Fujiwara Xingkong thought, probably because of the existence of this knife, Ibaraki didn't come to take his severed arm himself, but borrowed Hachishaku-sama to consume Watanabe Yoshio.

"Also, I have to remind you one thing." Yoshio Watanabe solemnly said, "Onikiri seems to have his own self-awareness. If a person with a weak will holds a sword, he will be invaded by the consciousness of the sword. , became a sword slave."

interesting.
Fujiwara Xingkong raised his eyebrows. He now has a demon sword Onitsu in his hand, and now he has another demon sword Onikiri. If the two knives are used together, if the self-consciousness in the two knives runs out together, his body should To whom?

Let two so-called sword spirits fight?
Whoever wins will let it get on him?
It feels a bit like the ancient martial arts contest to recruit relatives.
Keke I don't want these.

Fujiwara Hoshizora was silent for a long time, then asked Watanabe Yoshio: "You gave me the knife, are you not afraid that Ibaraki will come back and seek revenge on you?"

"I'm afraid, I'm no match for him without a knife." Yoshio Watanabe sighed, with a little relief on his face, "I will take my son to Hawaii early tomorrow morning, and I will never come back again gone."

"It's good to have a new life." Fujiwara Xingkong smiled faintly, bowed and saluted: "Take care."

The forest is quiet late at night, and the damp soil still contains a little moisture.Occasionally there is the sound of an owl hooting in the tree crown, and there is the rustle of mice walking in the forest. These small sounds are amplified little by little, rendering the quiet night even deeper.

After walking out of the woods and walking along the road for a while, I saw the vegetable patch on the side of the road.

Those cabbages lined up in the field still have crystal raindrops, like soldiers who are still standing in line after being soaked in rain.

Fujiwara Xingkong couldn't hold back, stood at attention and saluted, and said: "Comrades have worked hard!"

Then he laughed, crossed the vegetable patch, and walked back to the hotel.

It was past one o'clock in the morning when I opened the door and entered the room.There was no light in the room, and the girl still only wearing men's shirts was sitting on the window sill, like a wounded cat.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned to look.

With the dim light of the street lamp in the distance, Fujiwara Xingkong saw that her eyes were astonishingly clear and bright, like a bottomless mountain stream.Stare at it for a long time, and the soul seems to be sucked into it.

So he moved his eyes to the bare wooden floor beneath his feet, as if to avoid the other person's sight.He felt a little overwhelmed, so he had to look away.

After hesitating for a while, Fujiwara Xingkong raised his head and walked over firmly.

"Waiting all this time?"

"No, I'm not waiting for you." Niijima's voice was really hoarse and aggrieved.

"Xiaozhen is duplicity again."

"You are like this, you are not reviewing at all."

"Understood!" Fujiwara Xingkong laughed and said, "Master Niijima, how can you forgive me?"

With his playful attitude, Niijima felt that this guy was really disgusting. He gritted his teeth and said for a moment, "Wait and see! When we return to Tokyo, I will ask my sister to take care of you!"

Fujiwara Xingkong is not afraid of anything, the only thing he is afraid of is Yukino Risa. He smiled wryly, sat down beside her, put his arms around her shoulders, and looked at the sky outside the window with her.

The water-logged clouds were a bit thick, obliterating the light of the summer stars.Only a few extraordinarily bright stars can be seen scatteredly and faintly.

A bright crescent moon hung far high in the sky, as if it had not changed for thousands of years.

Long before humans acquired tools and civilization, the moon, as a god-given light source, illuminated every dark night.Its soft light relieves people's fear of the dark.The surplus and deficiency of its periodic law also brought the concept of time to the ancestors of mankind.

The quiet and natural light, like the clear stream flowing and the gentle leaves whispering, is a kind of gratuitous mercy. Even in modern times, the darkness has been illuminated by human beings, but that kind of gentle care still seems to be firmly in place. Imprinted in the genetic factors of human beings.

As a warm collective memory of all human beings, it will be passed down forever.

"Fujiwara." Niijima leaned on Fujiwara Xingkong's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "How does my sister comfort you at this time?"

"Well, what are you talking about?"

"I want to give it a try and see if I can be like my sister."

"No need." Fujiwara Hoshikora rubbed her head, "Xiao Zhen, Xiao Zhen, you don't need to deliberately become someone else."

Niijima looked up at him, and his bright black eyes reminded Fujiwara Hoshizora of the little swallows that poked their heads out of the bird's nest under the eaves in spring.

"Go to sleep." He pitifully picked up the little swallow and put it in the soft nest.

After whispering for a while, the two fell asleep separately.

Woke up the next day, and it was another sunny day.

The breeze blew the curtains, and the room was filled with the scent of morning.

While eating breakfast, Niijima turned on the TV in the room and watched the news while eating. It was a news report about the torrential rain last night.

The Yamanote and Saikyo Lines were forced to suspend service after heavy rain flooded Ikebukuro Station, making headlines.In the news screen, the whole world is in chaos, the warning signs are upside down, and the overflowing rainwater flows down the steps like a waterfall.

Employees in raincoats are desperately filling and stacking sandbags at the entrance of the station, but water is still pouring into the station.The subway has also stopped running, and I don't know when it will resume normal operation.

A reporter holding a TEPCO logo microphone reached out to interview people who could not go home.

Someone complained, "The weather forecast in the morning said that today is sunny."

Some people are also complaining: "The government's emergency measures have really failed."

Fujiwara Hoshizo chewed cheap toast, hoping to find Yukino Risa on the TV screen, but after all, he didn't see anything.

After dinner, Niijima put on her beautiful little dress, and the look on her face became lively again.

Hoshi Fujiwara followed behind her with two people on his back, listening to the "dada da" sound of her high-heeled sandals walking on the asphalt road, he felt that his mood became happier.

But after only being happy for a minute, his heart was once again cast in a shadow.

When passing through the miscellaneous forest, I suddenly heard the tragic crowing of crows.Fujiwara Xingkong turned his head and looked, through the path in the forest, he could see that Watanabe House was surrounded by people, and there were several police cars and ambulances parked around.

With the noise of the crowd, two stretchers covered with white cloth were lifted out of the house and loaded into the ambulance.

"Fujiwara." Niijima looked at him worriedly, the expression on his face hesitated to speak.

He has always been a very emotional person, and Niijima was really afraid that he would be impulsive and disrupt the current plan.

"Don't talk about it, I have a sense of proportion." Fujiwara Xingkong took a deep breath, exhaled a foul breath, stopped a taxi expressionlessly, and went straight to the Li Palace of the Academy.

Masato Ono prepared tea, and the three of them chatted while drinking tea as they did when they met for the first time the day before yesterday.

The three-flowered little milk cat also joined the conversation, lying on the tea table, stretching out its paws from time to time to grab Fujiwara Xingkong's sleeve.Occasionally, a butterfly flies in and dances in the Zen room full of tea fragrance.

After hearing the news of the death of Watanabe and his son, Masato Ono's face moved slightly, and he recited the "Curse of Rebirth" in a low voice.

"This is Ibaraki's broken arm." Fujiwara Hoshizora opened the wooden box and placed it on the tea table.

"Meow~~"

The calico kitten came over to look at it curiously, and wanted to stretch out its paws to hook it out. Then Shinjima pinched the skin of the back of its neck with one hand, lifted it into his arms, and started stroking it.

The two sisters, Fujiwara Xingkong, who likes cats very much, glanced at her, and then turned their attention back to Masato Ono.

The great monk frowned and thought for a long time, looking a bit tangled, but finally showed a hearty smile, and said: "Since the broken arm can't sense the position of Rashomon, let's use the broken arm to reproduce a living Rashomon." Wouldn’t the ghost be enough?”

Fujiwara Xingkong looked at him strangely, "How should I do it?"

"Can you trust me?"

"I am naturally not on guard against the master."

"That's fine, leave it to me."

Fujiwara Xingkong still wanted to ask questions, but the great monk clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to him, "There is a saying in Zen that is called non-teaching outside the teaching, without words. Pointing directly at people's hearts, one can become a Buddha by seeing one's nature."

Then he explained: "This sentence teaches us not to rely on words to explain and teach teachings. Those who preach do not rely on words, and those who learn Buddhism do not rely on words; the simplest and most effective way is to teach people. Let the world understand what a "Buddha" is."

After speaking, Masato Ono got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Fujiwara Xingkong has no connection with Buddhism, but he can probably understand what he means, but he can't comprehend the Zen meaning in his words.

Tofu is still eaten for lunch, and the dish is served with a set of exquisite lacquer-painted ceramic bowls and chopsticks, just like the "famous utensils" used by famous generals in the Warring States Period.

When Niijima admired the tableware in amazement, Ono Masato spoke first: "It's just fried tofu, let's start, don't let it wait for a long time."

After speaking, he smiled heartily again.

After lunch, Masato Ono put a note on the bottom of the ceramic bowl, sandwiched the wooden box containing the severed arm, and said that he was leaving to visit an old friend.

Just as Niijima was about to speak, Fujiwara Xingkong squeezed her palm, and she stopped talking, and the two watched the great monk step out of the wooden door.

The sky was azure blue, and the stretched clouds were flying like cotton wool. In the bright summer sun, Sanhua the little milk cat was squatting in front of the door, looking at the back that was going away.

"Meow~~"

The breeze blew in and lifted a corner of the note, and the writing on it could be vaguely seen.

[When we meet again, please kill me. ]
The gears made a "click" sound, and they were inserted together.And once the gear is turned forward, it cannot be reversed.Time is the same, and people are the same. This is the rule set by the world.

In the next few days, Ono Masato disappeared, but Kyoto was calm and nothing happened.

Fujiwara Xingkong took Niijima to the streets and alleys of Kyoto, looking for a needle in a haystack every day, repeating the futile search.

On the night of July 7, Yukino Risa called and said that Shinomiya Shipping's ship would arrive outside Tokyo Bay on the night of the 6th, and she would board the ship with Tsuchimikado Shino.

After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Hoshizo leaned against the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel, staring at the night of Kyoto outside the window.

In those brightly lit buildings, there seems to be some kind of code hidden in the messy lights.

Is it so cruel to live in the big world and become an enemy?
The chatter and laughter in the busy city could be faintly heard in his ears, and Fujiwara Xingkong was silent. He felt weakly that under this grand background, the sadness of all individuals seemed incomparably small.

　Yesterday's chapter was locked in a small dark room. I don't know if it can be released.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)