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"The confusion in your heart will soon show up in the ceramics you make yourself."

Kikuemon squatted beside the ceramic fragments, with his right arm towards Otani Kaoru, his right hand resting on his right leg, and his left hand picking up a piece of the fragment heavily. He lowered his head, staring at it with a myriad of thoughts, and said with a feeling of insight into life:

“If you create ceramics with that kind of mentality, it will be distorted and difficult to take shape.”

Kikuemon put down the fragments, turned to look at Otani Kaoru who had come to some realization, and said with a kind smile:

"As long as you are calm and at peace, you can naturally..."

"what!!"

Tsuchiya Mashiko's panicked voice was heard from outside the door.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi were slightly startled, turned around and looked outside the door, and quickly judged in their minds:

"Tsuchiya Mashiko's voice didn't sound like she was in danger of her life, but rather she sounded panicked because she had made a big mistake.

Considering that she went to get the Feng Shui pill, could it be that... could it be that she broke the precious Feng Shui pill...?"

at the same time.

Kogoro Mouri turned around and looked outside the door in surprise and suspicion.

Xiaolan dropped her hands to her sides, looking out the door with an uneasy look, thinking worriedly:

"We...are facing another case...?"

"This, this is!"

Arita Yoshihiko turned his head sharply and looked outside the door, a drop of sweat running down his cheek, and nervously judged:

"That's Ms. Mashiko's voice!"

“Is it a warehouse?”

Seto Ryuichi turned around and looked outside the door uncertainly.

Kikuemon suddenly stood up and wondered:

“No, no way!?”

Before Kikuemon finished speaking, he rushed towards the warehouse in a hurry.

The crowd followed closely behind.

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After a short time.

The tall and wide wooden warehouse has sliding wooden doors on both sides tightly closed.

The crowd walked across the green grass and gathered outside the warehouse door.

Kikuemon pushed the door open to the left, looked into the house with a serious expression, and found what he expected...

Farther ahead, Tsuchiya Mashiko was slumped on the cold floor, her right arm facing the door, her right hand supporting her back on the ground, and her left hand slightly outstretched in front of her left shoulder, with nowhere to put it.

Broken ceramics were scattered in front of her, and a wooden stepladder was leaning against a wooden shelf displaying a large number of ceramics not far to her left.

Kikuemon witnessed this scene with his own eyes. A few drops of sweat oozed from his old forehead, his body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and he couldn't even speak.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood side by side behind Uemon on the left, staring at the ceramic fragments in silence, not knowing what to say, and uttered incoherently:

"this......"

"Feng, Feng Shui Pill!!"

Seto Ryuichi stood half a meter behind Kikuemon and looked at the fragments in shock.

Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi looked at each other and said with melancholy in their hearts:

"The fragments on the ground tell it all... I didn't expect that Tsuchiya Mashiko really broke the Feng Shui Pill...!"

"what......"

Tsuchiya Mashiko was sweating profusely, her face was ashen, and she looked at the fragments in horror, at a loss for a moment.

Yoshihiko Arita stood to the left of Ryuichi Seto, with a few drops of cold sweat on his cheeks. He opened his hands slightly, not knowing where to put them. He looked at the fragments in shock and questioned his life.

"how so!!"

"Yeah...sorry."

Tsuchiya Mashiko pressed her left leg with her left hand tremblingly, her right hand clenched loosely and hung at her collar, her fair cheeks covered with sweat. She turned her head to look at Kikuemon and said sincerely, suppressing her panic:

"I tried to climb the stepladder, but the Feng Shui pill rolled down..."

Kikuemon stared at the fragments in a daze without saying a word.

Tsuchiya Mashiko was panicking and propped up the ground with her left hand. She looked sideways at Uemon and stammered in a panic:

"Really...really, this is what happened..."

"enough!"

Kikuemon lowered his head, closed his eyes, and shouted sternly, then opened his eyes and looked up at Tsuchiya Mashiko. His face was gloomy, and he spoke calmly with a lonely aura:

"All physical things will eventually perish, and the Feng Shui Pill will just return to dust."

Kikuemon turned and walked out of the door. He stopped heavily, bowed slightly, held the door frame with his right hand, looked back at Tsuchiya Mashiko, and gestured in an old manner:

"The disciples will take care of the cleanup. Ms. Mashiko will prepare food to entertain Mr. Mori and his family."

"Good, good."

Tsuchiya Mashiko stood up with weak legs and turned to the door. She did not dare to look at Kikuemon, but lowered her head and looked at the cold floor in fear.

"I'm a little tired."

Kikuemon walked past the crowd and slowly walked towards the Japanese-style bungalow in the distance to the right front. He put his hands behind his back, his right hand holding his left wrist, lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and gave a simple instruction:

"Don't wake me until before dinner."

"Yes."

Tsuchiya Mashiko quickly walked to the door, turned around and glanced at Kikuemon's depressed back, folded her hands in front of her, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and a guilty look appeared on her beautiful face.

On the other side, Yoshihiko Arita walked into the warehouse, nudged Otani Kaoru's chest with his left elbow, and said teasingly with a hearty smile:

"Alas, this is a curse set by Otani, whose works are often ruined!"

"what!"

Otani Kaoru turned his head and looked anxiously at Arita Yoshihiko, and retorted in a panic:

"That's not the case!"

"call......"

When Tsuchiya Mashiko saw Kikuemon walk into the bungalow, she turned around and leaned against the wooden wall on the right side of the door. She glanced inside the house obscurely, and walked away with a gloomy expression.

After a short time.

Seto Ryuichi squatted beside the ceramic fragments with his back to the wooden frame, holding the handle of the large iron bucket with his right hand. He lowered his head, picked up the fragments one by one with his left hand and put them into the bucket.

Xiaolan squatted in front of Seto's left side, lowered her head, and used both hands to pick up large pieces of debris, occasionally glancing at the delicate patterns attached to the fragments.

Due to Xiaolan's previous attempt to stop them, Dongfang Haoyue and Kudo Shinichi stood side by side half a meter to the right of Seto Ryuichi, with their hands in their pockets, watching the adults clean up the debris idly, looking very well-behaved.

Maori Kogoro strode into the warehouse, holding the wooden handle of the small broom in his left hand, and holding his right hand loosely under the broom. He quickly walked towards Seto Ryuichi and gestured in a friendly manner:

"I'll help sweep up the tiny debris."

"Ah, leave this to me."

When Seto Ryuichi heard the voice, he subconsciously picked up the bucket, turned to look at Maori Kogoro, opened his left hand towards him, waved it slightly left and right, smiled gently and declined:

"Mr. Maori and his family can go to the living room to rest."

at the same time.

Dongfang Haoyue was bored and looked around, and was surprised to find...

Not far to the front right, a round green transparent marble lay quietly on the floor.