Damn! Damn!

Aoki Sonta's strange expression has a huge amount of information.

Early in the morning, the temperature in the ancient temple in the mountains was very cold, and now Xia Yu had goose bumps and the soles of his feet were even colder.

The great monster? The monster that has remained in the modern era in the Heian era?

In fact, Xia Yu had a large number of different people's contacts, but in his opinion, "demon" and "ghost" are completely different concepts.

If "demon" is a material existence, there are traces to follow.

So, what about the "ghost"?

If this thing comes without a trace, goes without a trace, and is entangled, it is like being misunderstood and always thinking about it. Thinking about it, my heart will be filled with gloomy feelings.

For some reason, Xia Yu gave the canteen a judgment of a ghost based on his intuition.

Without looking back, he quickly pulled Aoki Sonta out and stayed away from the dim cafeteria.

Xia Yu lowered his voice: "Didn't you really see it?"

“What did you see?”

"There are other people in the cafeteria..."

“…”

Aoki Sect was too stunned, and his expression immediately became gloomy.

"Did you see 'it'?"

"See it."

"So, you've already contacted him?"

"Contact? If you chat, it is also called contact, then I have already..." Xia Yu's heart skipped when he saw Aoki Sect's increasingly gloomy face.

"Just chatting? It's okay."

Aoki Sonta's expression was slightly loose.

"Uh, actually, 'it' ask me to make a bowl of noodles."

Suddenly, Aoki Sect's eyes were so wide open, "And what, do you agree?"

"I didn't refuse or agree."

Xia Yu raised his hands.

Realizing that he might encounter a strange existence, his big heart was like him, and his heart could not help but beating faster.

This is much more terrifying and gloomy than the tribute incident that came the day before yesterday.

That old man may not be called a ghost. Since Shilin Temple often gives him tribute, it proves that he is most likely one of the eight million gods. Of course, the gods such as Neon are not qualified enough, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with understanding that the mountain spirits and wild monsters worshipped by incense.

But, what is that thing in the cafeteria?

It's really...

Ghost?

My God, why does the Buddhist pure land have extreme dirt? Moreover, the dirt is still open and appears under the noses of the people in Shilin Temple, and they are close to others every day.

Aoki Secta knows the existence of "it", so if you say that, Ichima Abbot must also know.

Why is a monk who made Nakiri Sesaemon respect so much? Why didn’t he purify “it”? No matter how small the merit is, it is a merit. If it were the loveless Fahai, no matter what kind of monster or ghost you are, pick up the golden bowl, one word: collect!

"Why are there dirt in the Shilin Temple? Don't you deal with it?"

Aoki Sonta shook his head, "I said that Shilin Temple is not authentic in the Chingmen. Ah, food and cuisine are our pursuits. Moreover, the situation of Shilin Temple is quite good. You have been to the Tamakawa Temple and Chiyo Shrine... So you probably know the situation there, right?"

Damn!

Xia Yu had a "no fuck to say" expression.

The pursuit of bullshit food and cuisine is the pursuit. Xia Yu was extremely suspicious that this group of goods may not have the ability to deal with strange existences. It is true that the Dharma-Ending Age is in the way of the Dharma. Not only is the survival of aliens difficult, but humans themselves are also very hard.

Thinking of this global village in the space-time plane, in addition to the so-called "internal world", it also faces the threat of invasive species. Xia Yu could only cover his face: "It's hard for people to be demolished."

Well, this is the beginning of the day. Before breakfast, Xia Yu was pulled by Aoki Sonta and met the abbot Ichima who was washing slowly in the abbot's courtyard.

Aoki Sect is too long to make a short story, roughly figured out the incident, Ichima Abbot threw it to the back of the heads of the two, and hung the towel on the shelf, "I know."

"I have heard from Zongtao when you went up the mountain the day before yesterday."

The old abbot turned around, "Some people have never had such contact in their entire lives. In the eyes of most people, this is a plague of evil spirits, but what if I say, this is also a blessing?"

The old and wrinkled face showed a meaningful look. Then, the abbot Ichima almost "clearly" and said, "Do you remember the "must-kill" you defeated Ayaka?"

Defeat Tamakawa Ayaka's special kill...

Xia Yu's thoughts were lit up, and he lost his voice. Yes, he almost forgot that the most important part of the "Peacock Dance" that cannot be copied or reproduced. The extremely important thing is the "Perus" smell.

The corner of the city is forgotten, and it may be one of the eight million gods, a special ingredients given to him.

Then, the key puzzle of "kill" can be filled...

Thinking of this, Xia Yu was surprised and happy. Damn it, I ate my salted fish thorn, right? We are the orthodox European emperor. People will die, and European dogs need a little help...

But death is impossible, and it is impossible to die in this life. Let me tell you that everyone in Shilin Temple is full of talents, and I like it very much.

Xia Yu thought happily, it’s coming, it’s really coming!

Dragon-level kill!

It's this timing! You can't make a mistake!

"Get this." Abbot Yizhen slowly pried out an antique object under the roots of a green cypress tree behind the abbot's courtyard.

This is a very common stone lamp in temples. It is not big and is covered with moss.

Xia Yu said oh and said excitedly: "Magic weapon?"

“…”

Abbot Ichima and Aoki Secta's eyes were twitching.

"Ordinary stone lamp."

The thing was stuffed into Xia Yu's hand, which was indeed an ordinary object, with a lot of moss on his palms. He felt cold.

"But it is 'wasaki'. You can realize wasaki through it." Abbot Ichima gave a smile.

"And this one."

Xia Yu has an extra "Guardian" in his hands.

This is the amulet of Neon Island, and the incense bag, which is the same as the same shape and purpose? Of course, it is to pray for the protection of the gods and drive away disasters and evil spirits.

So, I'll tell you that Shilin Temple is very good...

Abbot Ichima said: "Don't expect it to work, please feel free to be comforted. I think you should need it during your time in the temple."

"So this isn't this a Buddhist prop to cover me with safety cover?" Xia Yu covered his chest.

"Safety cover?"

Aoki Son is so funny, "You have played too many games."

After returning from the abbot's yard, it was impossible to eat breakfast. Xia Yu ate snacks and tea, barely filling her stomach, so she locked the door and hid in the house alone, staring at the stone lamp placed on the desk.

It contains 'wasaki'.

Since 'wasabi' is an aesthetic taste of an island country. If it is everywhere, it should be reflected in the stone lamp...

Xia Yu touched her hands.

The moss of the stone lamp shed small pieces, so the original material was exposed.

It is not a matter of breaking the fine stone surface. On the contrary, the stone lamp can be regarded as the surface of the moon, which is uneven and very rough. This is not caused by the wind and rain, but the original appearance of the stone.

The temples in the mountains in summer are very quiet. Xia Yu can figure out many principles while sitting alone.

Gradually, I had an enlightenment in my heart, but my eyelids became heavier.

I fell asleep unconsciously, and it was a very timely afternoon.

“…So, did you make the ‘wasabi Dragon Face’?”

In the dimly lit cafeteria, after the desk, a young monk with beautiful eyes was quietly looking at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was talking, but he couldn't make any sound, and the picture was dead silent.

The young monk sat there on his own, "...This is a small wish for me. In my time, I can make my 'wasabi dragon noodles', but I want to eat fresh food, which refers to the freshness of the times, not full of dusk."

"In return, I can give you my past experience of dragon noodles and pastry."

After a pause, the young monk's face suddenly became strange.

The picture also produces strong fluctuations.

"Do you want to know the real 'wasaki' taste? That's different from 'extreme', another road to heaven."

For some reason, Xia Yu looked at the gradually blurred face of the young monk and always felt like a prank of knocking on the door and asking for candy snacks on Halloween.

If you don’t give the candy, you will make a fuss.

Being pissed and entangled by someone who doesn’t know what type of existence it is is definitely not a good thing.

"Well!"

Suddenly I looked up and woke up. It seemed that I was just a little sleepy and time had not passed.

A moment of shock?

Xia Yu shook his head and his eyebrows kept jumping. Damn, he regretted that he was too hasty when he went abroad and did not bring the "Yu Ruyi" he had always carried with him.

It is no wonder that ghosts are very rampant when they lose a powerful amulet.

"However, I still like it here!"

“Is ‘wasabi’?”
Chapter completed!