Imagawa Yoshimoto was so shocked that he even opened his mouth and didn't even bother to pinch his nose. The smell of beef immediately hit his nostrils, making him nauseous and coughing repeatedly.
The image of the perfect Taoist monk that Honganji Zhengru had just established in his heart - elegant and simple, noble and refined, pious and easy-going - was instantly shattered by this bite of beef - and turned into a figure similar to Taiyuan Xuezhai.
The wine-meat-loving monk.
"Hmm...not bad!" Honganji Temple chewed the beef with relish, and then praised with bright eyes. The surrounding monks immediately became happy,
They all sat down at their own tables and tasted the delicacies with Honganji Shogyi.
Oh my God…
This is the Dharma Master of the Pure Land Shinsect...
He just ate meat in front of me.
beef.
beef!!!
The Dharma Master is like this, are there still people out there who don’t eat meat?
Imagawa Yoshimoto hid his face with his hands in disbelief. He wished he could rush back to the territory immediately to issue a ban on religion, fight to the death with all the Ichijo Sect believers in the territory, and then uproot all the Ichijo Sect temples.
Even if he is accused of being an "enemy of Buddha", he will not hesitate!
"How's it going, sir?" Ginkgo didn't expect that the situation would develop so smoothly, and it took her a while to react.
He immediately chased Imagawa Yoshimoto with a smile, pointed at the beef in front of him with his chopsticks and said: "A man has said what he said, and it's hard to catch up with him? You just said that if the Dharma Master eats it, then you will
eat."
"Goro, you can't keep your words!" Takeda Harunobu also cheered enthusiastically, "What? Do you want to regret it?"
"It's really not possible. I would admit defeat in other bets, but this beef is really..." Imagawa Yoshimoto turned pale, quietly glanced at the cooked beef, and immediately looked away in disgust, "Really
It’s so unspeakable!”
"Oh? This donor has taboos? He doesn't eat beef?" Honganji Noburu, who was sitting not far away, heard the argument between Imagawa Yoshimoto and his group, and got up and walked over curiously.
"Yes. I am a monk of the Rinzai sect who has returned to secular life. Before I returned to secular life, I strictly observed the fasting. After returning to secular life, I also strictly abide by the meat ban and do not eat beef." Imagawa Yoshimoto replied neither softly nor hard, hinting at the Honganji Temple in his words.
The evidence is like dissatisfaction with breaking the precept and eating beef.
"I'm disrespectful." Honganji Zhengru heard this and clasped his hands together.
He made a Buddhist salute to Imagawa Yoshimoto, "It turns out that this donor was also an ascetic. But since he doesn't eat beef, why would he order it? Isn't it a waste of food? It's a sin."
"My two companions must eat it, but I will never eat it myself." Imagawa Yoshimoto looked helplessly at Ginkgo and Takeda Harunobu.
"The donor must have never eaten beef before, right? There is a saying that all things have a beginning, and you can only know whether it is good or bad by trying it. The so-called precepts are only prohibited after the sages have tried them. If you have never tried it, how can you know the true meaning of the world?
"Why don't you try it yourself and you will know what the beef tastes like." Honganji Temple smiled at Imagawa Yoshimoto, and Imagawa Yoshimoto felt as if his body was suddenly electrocuted, and he subconsciously replied:
"That's what the Master said."
Then Imagawa Yoshimoto lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and ate the beef hungrily.
The pupils of Ginkgo and Takeda Harunobu both trembled. The scene in front of them was as unreal as the eighteenth level of hell. It was as if the world was upside down and everything was eclipsed. The five senses gradually blurred, and the concept of time also disappeared. Only Imagawa Yoshimoto kept eating.
The scene of eating beef and the "squeaking" swallowing sound were repeated monotonically,
echoed in their minds. At that moment, they just felt that all common sense and truth in the world no longer existed at this moment.
The sun no longer rises from the east,
The stream no longer flows from top to bottom, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter no longer occurs, and day and night no longer change - just like Imagawa Yoshimoto is no longer picky about food.
But Yoshimoto Imagawa is really eating beef.
Takeda Harunobu was dumbfounded, wishing that he could freeze the current predicament of Imagawa Yoshimoto and ridicule him for the rest of his life. Ginkgo pinched his thigh fiercely, and almost drew a knife after feeling frustrated, wanting to chop himself to see what was going on.
Not the real world, but a dream or illusion.
Fortunately, before that, Imagawa Yoshimoto had already finished the entire bowl of beef.
Imagawa Yoshimoto put down the bowl and looked at Ginkgo sitting opposite, and was startled by her empty and frightened eyes.
"What's wrong, Ginkgo?" Imagawa Yoshimoto asked with some confusion.
"Cow...beef." Ginkgo stuttered in reply.
"Beef?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was even more puzzled.
"You ate beef." Ginkgo tried her best to keep her tone calm.
"Ah?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was completely confused.
"See for yourself." Ginkgo pointed at the bowl in front of Imagawa Yoshimoto.
Imagawa Yoshimoto lowered his head. The bits of meat residue left in the bowl and the tangy smell instantly woke him up, and the memories just now came rushing back. He stared blankly at the empty bowl in front of him and the chopsticks in his hand.
The dream-like memory became clearer and clearer - he had just eaten a large bowl of beef. Whether he picked up the beef, put it into his mouth, chewed it slowly or swallowed it in big gulps, all the memory images were so vivid, between his lips and teeth.
The feeling was so real - there was no doubt that he had done it himself.
He burped, and the taste of beef poured into his mouth along the gastrointestinal tract and esophagus.
He was like a drunken drunkard who later found himself lying next to a cesspit eating shit all night long.
Imagawa Yoshimoto only felt like five thunders were hitting his head, the sky was spinning, his face was at war with heaven and earth, his mind went blank, his whole body was trembling and trembling, and he almost fainted. The taste of beef in his mouth made him almost suffocate, and his whole internal organs were churning, and then his body tilted,
I vomited it all into the gutter next to me.
After a while, Imagawa Yoshimoto, who was leaning against the wall, finally regained his composure. Ginkgo beside him was holding a wooden basin, using a towel dipped in water to clean Imagawa Yoshimoto's face.
"There's no need to abuse yourself like this when you're angry, sir." Seeing Imagawa Yoshimoto being tortured like this, Ginkgo, who had been trying to tease him just now, also felt distressed, "If you don't want to eat, then just eat. People also know that you don't like to eat.
Why do you have to vomit everything after eating it and let others laugh at it?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I'm not clean anymore." Imagawa Yoshimoto muttered to himself in a daze. He only felt that he had held the hand of the chopsticks, looked into the eyes of the beef, and smelled it.
The smell of the beef and the mouth that chewed the beef were all dirty. I wanted to dig them all out - oh no, I wanted to commit seppuku immediately. This feeling was even more disgusting than jumping into the underground cesspit of Kyoto.
"So Goro, why do you insist on eating?" Takeda Harunobu on the side couldn't help but laugh, "The master just said it casually, you can refute all the heresy you want, so why did you just eat it all?
You don’t really believe it, do you?”
"Why did I eat it?" Imagawa Yoshimoto slowly raised his right hand in disbelief, looking at the lines on the hand that had just put a bowl of beef into his mouth, "I don't remember... I
I don’t remember anything, I just remember eating it. Why did I eat beef? I don’t remember it at all, I just did it naturally.”
That's right, Imagawa Yoshimoto felt like a drunken drunkard, and later found himself lying on the dining table eating beef all night.
"Could it be that some evil spirit has possessed you?" Ginkgo touched Imagawa Yoshimoto's forehead with some worry, "Find an onmyoji or a miko to help you take a look?"
"Okay." Imagawa Yoshimoto weakly agreed like a patient.
"Did the Master Zhengru do it just now?" Takeda Harunobu, who was standing next to him, suddenly frowned and stared at the direction Master Zhengru left, "What kind of magical power does he have to control people's hearts?"
"I'm a monk, not a magician. Come on." Ginkgo rolled her eyes at Takeda Harunobu and said, "Hurry up and ask where there are powerful onmyojis and mikos nearby."
So, on March 5, the twelfth year of Tenmon (1543), a group of three people came to Sakai Town.
Sakai Town, located at the junction of Settsu, Kawachi, and Izumi, is the largest port in Kinki facing the Seto Inland Sea. It is also the largest transit point for trade goods between Kansai and Kanto. It is truly the third largest port in Kinki and even in the world.
As a commercial city and commercial port, the wealth handled here every day is equivalent to the tax revenue of a big name for a year.
Because Sakai Town is close to Ishiyama Gobo and is a place where various forces are intertwined, the situation is extremely complicated. Due to various factors, Sakai Town has become a rather advanced autonomous city, managed by the merchants who control Sakai Town.
It is not under the jurisdiction of any daimyo. Although Sakai Town also has mercenaries, their number is relatively limited. Therefore, the merchants of Sakai Town are very good and will regularly pay tribute to the powerful daimyo in the surrounding area in exchange for guaranteeing their free trade.
The prosperous and free Sakai Town attracted people from all over Kinki, and thus formed a prosperous citizen culture - farmers, craftsmen, merchants, samurai, fishermen, shamans, dancers, vendors, entertainers
, monks, doctors, Nanbarians...people from all walks of life are all available. The powerful shrine maiden whom Takeda Harunobu learned about lives in Sakai Town.
After twisting and turning in the alleys of Sakai Town, the three of them finally found the shrine maiden's shop. The decoration was simple, but it had a mysterious atmosphere of Kansai. According to Takeda Harunobu, this person used to work at Izumo Taisha Shrine.
Witch.
"Then, sir, please go in, we'll walk around outside." Ginkgo pushed the still unconscious Imagawa Yoshimoto in at the door, and at the same time warned him jealously: "Remember, don't tell anyone about anything that happens to the miko.
Oh, don’t think that I don’t know what a miko usually does.”
"Is this how shrine maidens make a living? It's not a whale house." Imagawa Yoshimoto was a little surprised when he heard this.
"You'll know when you get in." Ginkgo gave Imagawa Yoshimoto an annoyed look.
Imagawa Yoshimoto took off his shoes, walked indoors, bypassed a completely revolving corridor, and came to the deep secret room. The secret room was not large, but it was neatly tidied up. It was decorated with bright or dark candles, and
Sitting on the futon in the middle of the room was a young witch in her teens. She was dressed in traditional witch costumes, a white dress and a red skirt. Her long black hair was tied back with white sandalwood paper. She lowered her head,
In the dim light, Imagawa Yoshimoto could not see her face clearly.
Imagawa Yoshimoto began to realize that Ginkgo was right - because the miko's costume was too slim. Compared with the loose clothes of ordinary women, the clear curves were full of hints about human wildness - no wonder the indoor
There was also a rolled-up mattress.
Aren't witches married to God's women? Generally, they are not allowed to marry or have children for life, so how could they engage in such immoral things?
