Kamiyagawa also glanced at the totem symbols in the shrine: "The God of Darkness and Beauty shouldn't care about disease and health, right?"
"In my impression, it's usually about praying for rain and stopping rain." Onizuka agreed.
Um……
It seems that praying for rain and stopping the rain can now be done in the Hiyoribo at home?
"However, if Mr. Takiguchi's grandma was just an ordinary little old lady in the countryside, she might not have thought so much about it?"
"Maybe."
It’s hard to say whether ordinary elderly people will consider the basic attributes of gods when they worship gods.
It is possible that he worshiped at a shrine.
The day before yesterday, Kamiyagawa also heard a teacher from Tokyo University who studies Asian folk customs and religions mention in class that when he visited small villages on the border of Vietnam more than ten years ago, he visited a small village that believed in Allah.
The way the old people in that village worship is to offer a suckling pig as a sacrifice to God, and then kowtow.
It's quite subtle.
But having said that, this dark silt Kamigami Shrine still feels strange to Kamiya, with an indescribable strange aura.
There must be something wrong.
"Aba Aba!"
The little old man with strong senses endured the discomfort and moved around in the small shrine to observe.
Kamiya just stared at his activities.
The little witch had already taken out her bamboo flute.
The flute whined softly, causing some blue light spots to fly up and down, making the environment of this desolate little shrine a bit ethereal.
This flute is a prop used by Onizuka to assist his senses, but it seems to have other uses as well.
I saw her using it last year when she was catching cat and dog spirits in the pet cemetery in Kanagawa.
Although both of them are spiritual masters, their methods of sensing abnormalities are very different.
After a while.
"Aba Aba!"
The little old man danced and shouted and got under the old altar table of the small shrine.
Onizuka Fengpi controlled the light spots to converge towards the bottom of the altar table.
It seems that something has been discovered.
"Aba whined."
Lifting up the worn tablecloth, you can see that the bottom of the already crumbling altar table is covered with dusty square tiles.
However, one piece seems to have less dust than the others, and it seems that it has been moved recently.
Kamiyakawa fiddled with the special brick at will and took it out easily.
Under the square bricks is a small space similar to a hidden grid. It is said to be a hidden grid, but it is actually just a small pit.
Inside the pit, there is a tightly closed wooden box. There is not much dust on the surface of the wooden box, and it is dark. It is probably that it was put in not long ago.
"This thing isn't quite right."
Kamiya could clearly see the gloomy and ominous aura emanating from the box.
"Wait a minute." Onizuka took out a piece of yellow talisman paper drawn with cinnabar from somewhere and slapped it on the top of the box. With her movement, the ominous aura of the box obviously shrank a lot, "Okay,
open to take a look?"
"Um."
Although the box doesn't look quite right, the intensity of the aura on it is just that.
After all, Kamiya and Onizuka are both young and talented soul exterminators, and low-level evil spirits cannot harm them both.
The little witch raised her hand to post the talisman out of caution, but in fact, there would probably be no problem if she opened it directly.
Squeak.
The wooden box was opened, and the hinges made an old turning sound.
What comes into view is a small gavel and a palm-sized straw man.
On the little man's body, written in faded red letters——
[Takiguchi Takashi]
There seems to be a faint fishy smell left on the writing.
Even if Kamiyagawa has never seen this thing in person before, you can roughly know what it is at a glance.
A straw man used to cast curses.
"Is this thing related to the abnormality in Mr. Takiguchi?"
"possible."
Immediately afterwards, Kamiya used his fingers to push aside a few twists of dead straw on the straw man's body, revealing a large amount of black hair.
The entire straw man is wrapped with straw on the outside, and the inside is full of hair of different lengths.
In addition, there is also a small paper roll mixed in the hair.
When you take it out and spread it out, you can see that it is densely written with twisted small characters——
[The adulteress Kumakura Ruka cheated and committed adultery, causing my son Takiguchi Hideyuki to commit suicide. The son Takiguchi Takashi, born to Kumakura Ruka, has no resemblance to my son in appearance, words and deeds. He is actually the child of an adulterer and an adulterer.]
[The believer Takiguchi Renko prays day and night, knocks the straw man, and prays for retribution. Takashi Takashi Takiguchi, who was born out of sin and immorality, cannot live or die. Now that the believer Takiguchi Renko is about to die, he compiled the twenty-four stories of Takiguchi Takashi.
I have long hair, may the God of Darkness and Beauty have mercy on me, curse this child to death, grant him liberation, and go to hell with me.]
Takiguchi Renko, I’ve seen this name Kamiyagawa before, it’s in the lobby of Takiguchi’s house.
This "Renko" is Mr. Takashi Takiguchi's grandmother who just passed away.
After seeing the crooked small words on the note, Kamiya and Onizuka next to him looked at each other and remained silent for a while, with no one speaking.
The two of them are well-informed, and they are ruthless people who won't even frown when faced with vicious and strange talk.
But at this moment, in this warm late spring, inside the abandoned shrine in the mountains, they all invariably felt a sinister chill creeping up their backs.
This is of course not fear, but simply psychological discomfort.
Is Mr. Takiguchi's grandmother cursing him?
"Mr. Takiguchi, you should love his grandma very much, right?"
After a while, Kamiya heard the little miko next to her mumble something like this in her sleep.
He didn't know what to say in response, so he just gave a vague "hmm".
Then, the words Mr. Takiguchi said just now at Takiguchi’s house echoed in Kamiya’s mind——
"I have been sicker than other children of the same age since I was a child. My grandmother often took me to the village shrine to pray for blessings. Maybe my grandmother's prayers really worked. Although I am sick, I still live successfully until now."
"On the way to the shrine, I was held by my grandma's rough and warm hands. When I got tired, I could lie on her back and act like a baby... On the way home, I could buy a sushi confection with ten yen to eat."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "My grandma always gives me haircuts in the yard with her own hands. The haircuts are rustic but very cute."
"..."
Mr. Takiguchi probably misses and loves the time he grew up in Shenshui Village with his grandma, right?
It seems that in Mr. Takiguchi's heart, grandma is his closest relative in the world, right?
Kamiyakawa fell into a trance, and his eyes slowly moved up, landing on the dark silt and beautiful god tablet placed high up.
The sacred tablet was gloomy, standing there motionless. It was obviously just a wooden tablet, but it had a dark and heavy feeling.
Then, Kamiya lowered his head again and looked at the gavel in the wooden box in his hand.
His pupils were slightly shrunk, deep and dark.
I don't know if it was because of his overly rich imagination or other reasons, but he seemed to vaguely hear the sound of a gavel banging.
Bang bang bang.
To be continued...