This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold - Chapter 508

The dignified **** Zhu Maki has never thought of herself as a sentimental girl.

Perhaps it was because I saw the gods disappear in front of me, so I felt a little touched in my heart, and I suddenly wanted to ask Beichuan Temple this question.

In fact, no matter what answer Beichuan Temple makes, she will spare no effort to help the other party.

She just wanted to ask Beichuan Temple this question.

God Zhu Makie rarely put on a serious face.

Her face was full of seriousness, and her eyes were staring at Beichuan Temple unblinkingly, her cherry pink lips opened and closed up and down, and a serious voice followed:

“Beichuan, the question just now—it hurts! It hurts! It hurts!”

It was not three seconds before Shen Zhu Maki was serious, that Beichuan Temple pinched his cheek, and uttered a cry of sorrow after another.

“Sure enough, I should get used to this face.”

Beichuan Temple nodded with satisfaction and added: “You pretend to be eternal makes me a little uncomfortable. Now I can answer your questions.”

“???” God in Makie.

She opened her mouth in astonishment because of Beichuan Temple’s words.

Is there such a statement?

“You just asked me whether I want the solution to Zhu Zhiyin or the balance between the hidden world and the present world, right?”

“Ok.”

Kamizumi Makie answered and rubbed her cheek.

Although the spirit body rubbing his face didn’t work, but after doing so, it seemed that the pain would no longer be felt in my heart.

“My thoughts are actually not that complicated.”

Beichuan Temple replaced the flashlight in his hand with a new battery, and continued:

“The problem of Zhu Zhiyin should be solved first, and then try to see if we can solve the problems of the present and hidden worlds.”

“…Oh…that is to say…Mr. Temple wants all of them?”

Asamiya next to him asked tentatively after thinking about it forever.

“In fact, there is still a big difference. Zhu Zhiyin’s solution must be known, because it is a matter of life and death in the future.”

Beichuan Temple replied.

“As for the problem of the present and the hidden world, I can only say that I will try my best to solve this matter, but I also have self-knowledge. I will not sacrifice anyone to achieve a balance between the present and the hidden world.”

Yes it is.

No matter who the object is, Beichuan Temple will not sacrifice her in exchange for the balance between the present and the hidden.

“Whether it’s the future or eternity, whether it’s Makie or pitiful. Sacrificing someone in exchange for balance… That’s not the result I want to see. So I can only say that I can do my best. As far as the goal is concerned, that can only mean that I tried my best.”

Beichuan Temple completely resolved the question of God in Makie.

He will try to solve these things, but he will not regard this as a mission that must be accomplished like those ancient families.

People are selfish, and Beichuan Temple is no exception.

“So you don’t have to entangle this entanglement at all.” Beichuan Temple glanced at Zumi Makie.

At a glance, he could tell that God Zhu Maki was sentimental about the things she had to fulfill her obligation to rejuvenate the soul, so he suddenly asked him this question.

“Yes…that’s it…” Kamizumi Makie replied in a daze.

“That’s it.”

Beichuan Temple tried the flashlight in his hand and found that it could still be used and held it satisfactorily, and then said:

“I don’t know what you think, how it is exactly the same as what you asked in the future.”

Ahem…

God Zhu Maki shrank his head in embarrassment, and then said with some dissatisfaction: “I just ask! No other meaning, anyway, in the end I and Eternal Life will support you.”

She said that she winked at the other side, who was teasing the poor Asamiya Eiji, who was teasing Nishikujo.

“Well, no matter what Tera-kun plans to do, sister Makie and I will support you.”

Asamiya said with a gentle expression on his face.

“Don’t say this for now.” Beichuan Temple glanced at his watch.

More than three hours have passed since the beginning.

Calculated in summer, it is estimated that dawn will break after six o’clock in the morning.

The village will disappear at that time, and it will reappear the next day.

Before that happens–

“We still have to explore the most important home of Mou Chi’s family.”

The flashlight of Beichuan Temple was raised.

The front is still full of yellow spring miasma, I don’t know where it is spreading.

But after the miasma of this yellow spring, there were lights leaping faintly.

There…it should be the home of Mou Chi’s family.

“Let’s go.”

Beichuan Temple carried a flashlight and walked towards the direction of the lights.

……

The process of arriving at Mou Chi’s home is actually not that simple.

In the middle Beichuan Temple encountered some meaningless afterimages, probably the afterimages of the villagers fleeing around because of some kind of disaster.

But what kind of disaster it is…it’s a little unclear.

In fact, there is a clear distinction between the residence of Mou Chi’s family and the residential area of ​​the villagers.

When you get to the vicinity of the mansion, you can see a redundant road paved forward.

Stone lamps are lit on both sides of the road. These stone lamps are all standard square stone lamps. They look very neat. The pale fire light jumping in the light box reflects the darkness of the road that should have been so dark.

Except for this redundant road, both sides of the redundant road and the entire surroundings of Mou Chi’s house are all wrapped in dense dark forests.

It was like a dense forest that was pressed against the face, and people would feel like they were in it inexplicably just by looking at it.

In addition to these, three torii gates were erected along the way. The vermilion faded torii gates revealed a cold feeling under the reflection of the fire.

There was also an indescribable damp and cold breath in the air, and everything seemed to be wrapped in a yellow spring miasma. Even here, the gray miasma showed no sign of dissipating.

These Huangquan miasma needs to be resisted by Beichuan Temple with a part of the dead air. He can’t hide in the spiritual dwelling like the poor Nishikujo and Asamiya Yongshi, and isolate these miasma with the spiritual dwelling.

“Yellow Spring Miasma… it does not cause any damage to the human body… What it changes is the nature of the human spirit… Under the erosion of the Yellow Spring Miasma, the human soul can easily* *Withering.”

Asamiya Yongshi explained.

Beichuan Temple remembered what she said in her heart, and at the same time did not forget to look in front of the road.

After a while, Beichuan Temple sighed and uttered a voice: “Mou Chi’s family…I don’t know whether to say they are arrogant or what they should say.”

This redundant road that goes straight to the entrance of Mou Chi’s home house… not so much a redundant road, it is more like a shrine that symbolizes the purification of people’s hearts.

In Japanese culture, the place that the road leads to is equivalent to the God Realm, and the representative objects such as Torii and Shurenawa symbolize the separation between the real world and the God Realm.

Instead of using the term “Mou Chi’s House” to describe the scene in front of you, it is more appropriate to use the term “Mou Chi Shrine”.

But this architectural form is undoubtedly just a mansion where some ancient families lived in Japan, and it doesn’t feel like a shrine at all.

Beichuan Temple took a step forward, directly past the gloomy torii gate, and walked towards the gate of Mou Chi’s house.

This time, the door of Mu Chi’s house was not as ignorant as the former Asamiya or the Shinto Shrine. Beichuan Temple just raised his hand and pushed it open directly.

But when Beichuan Temple opened the gate, he felt a chill in his body inexplicably.

There was a bright green light gleaming in front of him.

At the same time, there was a cold whisper from the ear…like something lying behind him–

“Gradually… dissolved in the yellow spring… gradually… collapsed…”

Bang!

A sledgehammer flashed out of Beichuan Temple’s hand and slammed it directly behind him.

But this time, Bai Shi Bai Ling’s surprise attack did not succeed.

Nothing exists behind him.

Standing here, I can clearly see the empty and empty roads I just walked over.

But was it just an illusion?

Obviously not!

Beichuan Temple touched his shoulder.

His shoulders were wet at this time, and his hands were stained as soon as he touched them.

“Temple, what’s the matter?” Asamiya Yongshi was the first to react. She floated out of the Kagura Bell, looking at Beichuan Temple’s death hammer suddenly clenched.

“…I haven’t seen it forever, right?” Beichuan Temple took back the lifeless sledgehammer and asked a little bit.

“See…? See what?” Asamiya Yongshi looked at Beichuan Temple strangely.

Both God Zhu Makie and Poor Nishikujo came out to take a look at the situation.

Seeing that they were all confused, Beichuan Temple told them what had just happened.

“A grieving spirit appeared? But my sister, my poor sister, and I didn’t feel it at all…”

Asamiya’s expression tightened forever.

They couldn’t feel what kind of resentful spirits were all lying behind Beichuan Temple.

“…It’s nothing, it’s useless to continue to care about this, I just need to be a little more vigilant.” Beichuan Temple glanced at his shoulder.

Something does exist.

The other party stuck to his back, his pale fingers clasped his shoulders tightly, and said in his ear:’Gradually…dissolved in Huangquan…gradually…destroyed… .’This kind of preface is not worth the word.

Regardless of whether the other party is kind or malicious, Beichuan Temple must be more vigilant.

A spirit body like this that can quietly appear behind him… just think about it and feel terrible.

Putting aside the vignette just now, Beichuan Temple began to look carefully at the mansion in front of him.

From the naked eye, this mansion should have four floors.

Standing in the position of Beichuan Temple, it is impossible to see how many meters it has penetrated into it.

But just looking at this deep dense forest can also tell… its area is definitely not small.

And this also means that the things that need to be explored have greatly increased.

“But no matter what, I still have to find the place to find it.”

Beichuan Temple walked slowly to the gate, and then stretched out his hand to pull it open.

Should Mu Chi’s family deserve to be a big family in this area? This kind of abandoned gates are all sorts of sliding doors combined together.

Beichuan Temple stepped into it, and the vertical light of the flashlight illuminated it.

But in fact, there is no need to use a flashlight.

There are candlesticks everywhere in this room, and candles are scattered on these candlesticks.

These candles had all been lit, and the wax oil slid down, emitting a faint brilliance.

It’s a bit inappropriate to use the word ‘brightly lit’ to describe it, but it still allows people to see the road ahead.

Beichuan Temple put away the flashlight.

After all, it is more convenient for him personally to free up two hands.

At the moment when he lowered his head and raised his head again, a pair of young siblings suddenly appeared behind him.

They quickly passed Beichuan Temple and headed to a room on the right.

“Afterimage…?”

Beichuan Temple reacted extremely quickly and entered the room after the remnants of the brother and sister.

There was a sound of Brahma.

Standing at the door of Beichuan Temple, you can just see the scene in the room.

It’s crowded together… densely packed children.

They stared at each other blankly, all wearing simple bathrobes.

In the leading seat, there is a man dressed as the head of the house. He is wrapped in a black Wu suit and a brown wooden mask on his face. He only has holes in his mouth, nose and eyes to breathe and see.

Candlesticks hung on the walls on all four sides, and everything was illuminated by the pale light of the candles——

then…

Everything is gone again.

As if nothing had happened, the room became empty.

It’s just that under the radiant reflection of the square candles, a torn quaint bound book is left on the ground.

Beichuan Temple walked over, looked at the dusty thread-bound book, picked it up and opened it.

The characters are arranged in vertical lines, and the way from right to left makes Beichuan Temple a little uncomfortable to see, but he still carefully read all the content left on it.

‘Much’s plan for sacrificial selection. ’

‘Today, the head of the family has to select the children who need to be cultivated for the sacrifice… I have already chosen xxxx before… and the ceremony was carried out. At this time when we should be living peacefully, we will select new candidates. …Even to open the forbidden forest…this is not quite appropriate anyway. ’

‘But no matter what, the final choice has been made, they are…’

It may be because the humidity is too heavy, some places are completely soaked by moisture, and the writing is completely blurred, and it is impossible to see what is written on it.

The most important thing is that the column of the person’s name is completely blurred. If you can’t see everything clearly, you naturally don’t understand what happened.

but–

“Mou Chi’s plan for sacrificial selection…” Beichuan Temple rubbed his chin.

It can also be seen from the content of this thread-bound notebook that this should mainly be a record book recording the sacrificial activities of Mou Chi’s family.

And the first thing recorded above attracted the attention of Beichuan Temple-

‘Today, the head of the family has to select the children who need to be cultivated for the sacrifice… I have already chosen xxxx before… and the ceremony was carried out. At this time when we should be living peacefully, we will select new candidates. …Even to open the forbidden forest…this is not quite appropriate anyway. ’

It can be seen from this record that Mou Chi’s family seems to have chosen something in the past… and has performed a certain ritual…

But the Patriarch Mu Chi was not satisfied with the final results, so he wanted to make another selection.

This also caused some dissatisfaction with the person in charge of the record, so he left such content in the notes.

So here comes the problem.

What exactly did Mou Chi’s family choose in the first place? What kind of rituals were carried out?

This is indeed very interesting.