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Chapter 45 Cutting the body with a sword, cutting the soul with a heart

(The old five groups have been reported by someone. I will create a group that needs to be paid to enter 3000 people. How much do you think is better? Ten cents, one yuan? I feel that one piece is a bit too much, and it is enough to subscribe to ten chapters.)

The next day, when the morning sun shone into the house, Takagi Shangren opened his eyes dimly.

"what--"

He yawned and looked into his arms for the first time.

Zashiki Waruji was still there, and at the same time fell asleep, sleeping soundly.

The bangs on her forehead covered her eyes, Takagi Shangren gently lifted her over, but this small gesture made Zashiki Doji wake up suddenly.

When she saw Gao Mu Shangren woke up, she immediately lowered her head to look at her neckline. Fortunately, the clothes were still there.

Takagi Naohito slept too soundly last night so he didn't notice, but Zashiki Doji noticed what is called the daily physiological activities of young men.

"Shang Ren, you have really grown up."

She covered her face and disappeared with a whoosh.

This is a very common ability among monsters. Zashiki Doji belongs to the category of monsters who are earth-bound spirits, and his body is also a ghost, so he also has this ability.

"I've grown up, and sometimes I don't want to grow up, but people will always grow up." After Gao Mu Shangren muttered to himself, he got up and made up the quilt.

There was a lot of dew in the morning in the countryside, and the potted plants in the yard were covered with dew. Takagi Naohito came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and some food to be used next.

Although it's not that day yet, it's a rare opportunity, he wants to see some 'existences' who took good care of him when he was young.

He prepared some rice balls, fruit, wine, and meat, and then he left a note on the refrigerator, telling his grandpa that he was going out, and then left the grandpa's house with a bento box.

It's dangerous at night, but it should be fine during the day.

Bad monsters rarely appear during the day.

Although it was very early, some people still got up to take care of the yard. Gao Mu Shangren greeted them one by one based on the impression in his memory. Even if he couldn't remember his smile, the people in his hometown would not blame him too much. Years did not come back.

Near the foot of the mountain, there is a small statue of a monk.

That is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which is very common in Japan. As I said before, the spread of Buddhism in Japan is equivalent to that of Christianity in Europe and the United States. From various customs and myths, it can be seen that it is inextricably related to Buddhism.

In the works of Japanese mythology, you can also often see various monks. For a time, monks surpassed onmyojis and became symbols of subduing demons.

Takagi Shangren took out a few rice balls and placed them on the offering area in front of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Although he doesn't believe this, he can't be disrespectful.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I hope you will bless me to meet more friends in the next life."

It is said that before Takagi Naohito was born, his grandmother had made a similar wish.

I also hope that after the child is born, he can make many friends and not be alone.

After a few pious prayers, Takagi Shangren got up and continued to walk up the mountain. The humidity on the mountain was heavy and the soil was slippery. Takagi Shangren could only grope up the mountain a little bit.

An hour later, he found a dilapidated house.

It is extremely dilapidated, the oiled paper on the windows has been hollowed out and weathered, and the house itself is also severely decayed. In some places, mushrooms have even grown, and it almost looks like it is about to collapse.

"is the teacher here?"

Takagi Shangren yelled.

no respond.

"Teacher, has he finally become a Buddha?"

"It's not that easy."

A turbid and mature voice suddenly sounded behind Gao Mu Shangren, Gao Mu Shangren was not surprised but pleased, he turned around and shouted: "Teacher!"

An old man in a shabby kimono sat under the eaves. Although he was very old, he still looked energetic.

"Shang Ren, are you back?"

"Well, something happened at school, so it's a holiday."

"He must be dead."

Although the old man opened his eyes, but his eyes were all white, obviously he had an eye disease.

Even if some diseases become ghosts, they will always remain. As for the reason, Takagi Naojin is not clear, ghosts are not in line with common sense.

"The teacher is really good, I guessed it right away." Gao Mu Shangren said as he unwrapped the bento box.

"You are stained with blood, but it didn't come from your hands. I can only guess like this."

"It's not me, it's other urban legends, and Tokyo is not very safe."

Takagi Shangren poured a glass of wine for the old man and served it respectfully.

"Teacher, please."

"Ah."

The old man also took the wine glass and drank it down. In fact, Gao Mu Shangren could also see that the old man exuded black energy, and this black air was often the sins created during his lifetime, not the resentment like Kayako.

This kind of crime is not so easy to pay off. Considering the age of the old man, how could the samurai not have blood on his hands.

Even Sakata Gintoki in "Gintama" killed countless enemies, right?

"The taste of the wine has changed again."

"Because the times are advancing. Teacher, in that era, many people couldn't even eat enough."

"Yes." The old man sighed with emotion, but he didn't take any pictures of it.

He has no eyes, but his hearing is extremely sensitive.

He could hear the voices of outsiders talking on the mountain, the sound of car engines in the distance, and the sound of planes flying by.

The world has already changed into something he doesn't know, but it has nothing to do with him. He is just a guilty wanderer, and he will never ascend to heaven without atonement.

"Times will always change, just like this world. From the beginning to now, I still can't see through this world."

The old man picked up another rice ball, took a bite, and was slightly surprised.

"It tastes good, what did you add to it?"

"Huamei, it's sour and delicious." Takagi Shangren said with a smile.

"It's really delicious, it's delicious."

The old man swallowed a rice ball in a few mouthfuls, and that rice ball could hold a small bowl. Soon, the old man ate up the food brought by Gao Mu Shangren.

Ghosts are indeed not hungry, but ghosts also need tribute.

After eating, the old man let out a sigh of satisfaction, then got up and went back to the house. After a short silence, he threw an object from the house.

It is a bamboo knife, one end is wrapped in cloth, similar to the wooden knife of the Kendo club, but the bamboo knife is sharper and more resilient.

At the same time, the old man also came out with a bamboo knife and stood opposite Gao Mu Shangren.

"Shang Ren, come, let me see if your skills are unfamiliar."

"Yes, thank you very much for teaching me, teacher."

In fact, this is not bad, Takagi Shangren faced a real knife when he was a child, and that real knife was entwined with lingering resentment, and Takagi Shangren could see the remnant soul lingering on it.

But since Takagi Shangren told the old man that his knife is a controlled knife in Japan, the old man changed to a bamboo knife the next day.

Now that I think about it, my teacher is pretty cute too, isn't she?

"Shang Ren, a firm heart is the strongest weapon of a warrior. You must avoid it. No matter what, you must not be afraid of others, otherwise your sword will be blunt."

"Does it mean 'the knife cuts the body, the heart cuts the soul'?"

"Yes, I didn't expect you to understand this truth at such a young age."

Takagi Shangren still didn't say it, but actually this is copying someone else's lines!

(End of this chapter)