As if she had read Yoshimoto Imagawa's mind, the miko in front of her slowly raised her head, looked at Yoshimoto Imagawa with her magical eyes, and then leaned down and whispered: "Tenden no Mikoto (in Japanese legend)
(the first shrine maiden in the world), her clothes were not covering her body, her belt was hanging down to her private parts, and she was performing a dance of divine joy. What’s wrong with a little girl selling her sex to please others?”
"A witch is a woman married to a god.
I'm afraid it's inappropriate to say this." Imagawa Yoshimoto sat down respectfully in front of the miko, closing his eyes and not looking at the spring light revealed behind her leaning over.
"How can the gods care whether the bodies of mortals are clean?" The miko said disapprovingly of Imagawa Yoshimoto's words.
"If a mortal wants to have fun, why would he need to find a miko when he has his own romantic place?" Imagawa Yoshimoto sighed.
"The Whale House is a place where ordinary people go, but there are always people who are pretentious and disdain the company of mortals. They hope to become gods after death. Isn't it okay for a woman to enjoy the gods during her lifetime?" The witch laughed, as bright as a silver bell.
His laughter made people feel a little frightened.
"I can't say that, Miss." Imagawa Yoshimoto shook his head helplessly, "But I'm not here for fun, I just want to see a doctor. I have always abided by the meat ban, and I avoid beef the most. But a few days ago, I was talking to a monk
Later, I suddenly lost my mind and ate a big bowl of beef. I didn’t realize it until afterward. I was worried that I was under the influence of evil spirits and was possessed by evil spirits.”
"I see." The miko seemed to have seen such things a lot. She casually took out a charm of "Evil Spirits Disperse" from the alley behind her, dipped it in some talisman water, patted Imagawa Yoshimoto on the forehead, and then
After reciting two incantations hastily, he sent Imagawa Yoshimoto to say: "Okay, the exorcism is over, this lord can leave."
"What?" Imagawa Yoshimoto quickly removed the sticky charm from his forehead, took out his handkerchief and wiped it vigorously.
He asked dumbfoundedly,
"So simple?"
"Yes, it's that simple." The miko replied very cheerfully, while moving her hands around quickly, "What else do you want, sir?"
"Isn't it usually necessary to meditate, draw a barrier around, affix a spell, and then chant the spell in a low voice?" Imagawa Yoshimoto recalled the accounts of mikos he had read in books and the legends of mikos he heard.
"It's all a lie. The effect is all in this charm. One is enough. Those ones posted all over the floor are just pretending to make the guests feel that they are very capable." The witch laughed naturally.
"Really?" Imagawa Yoshimoto looked doubtfully at the young miko in front of him who didn't seem to have much experience at first sight.
"It's true. If you are worried, I can give you a full set of services, so that you can feel relieved and not feel that the money is wasted." The witch then stood up and walked to the corner of the room to start.
Get those big guys.
"Are these really useless deceptions?" Imagawa Yoshimoto still couldn't accept that the mysterious impression he had on miko since childhood had collapsed.
"Really. Sir, you might as well think about it, what should the little girl do if she is not confident about her skills? She must have done a full set of skills, made it look serious, and tried to get over it. Even if the exorcism fails,
The adults see the little girl working so hard,
You won't be too angry." The miko then turned around and explained to Imagawa Yoshimoto seriously,
Her logic is much clearer than she should be mature for her age:
"But what did the little girl do? She dealt with the adults very perfunctorily, which can easily arouse the dissatisfaction of the adults. If the adults later find that the resentful spirit is still with them, they will definitely vent their anger on the little girl, right? But the little girl knows clearly
At this point, I still dare to deal with you simply like this. Why? Because the little girl has full confidence in her own skills and is too lazy to do that set of fancy things."
"That makes sense." Imagawa Yoshimoto was convinced by the miko's words.
"This is also part of exorcism." The witch said with a smile while making a gesture to see off the guests, "Only if you firmly believe in the little girl's abilities will you have confidence in the little girl's spells."
"There's really nothing I can do..." Imagawa Yoshimoto couldn't help but laugh and looked back at the miko again, "It's the first time I've seen a miko like you, she's quite humorous."
"Then are you interested in coming to see the performance at the South Theater tomorrow morning?" The miko suddenly changed the subject and invited Imagawa Yoshimoto with a smile, "This is also part of exorcism."
"Huh?" Imagawa Yoshimoto stopped in confusion.
"It's a charity performance of Izumo Taisha Shrine to raise funds for the grand shrine. The little girl will also participate. I hope you will support me!" The miko didn't care about her "divine" clothes and discussed worldly money openly.
, bowed to Imagawa Yoshimoto.
"Is it over so soon?" Takeda Harunobu showed an expression of a man who felt that the other person was not good enough after seeing Imagawa Yoshimoto come out very quickly.
"I don't know if it will be useful." Imagawa Yoshimoto did not respond to Takeda Harunobu's dirty joke, but mentioned the invitation from the shrine maiden just now, "By the way, the lady said that there will be a charity performance of Izumo Taisha Shrine at the south theater tomorrow, so I want to
Don’t you want to go see it together?”
"Ah, it seems that the little witch's service is good. Not only did she allow you to pay for the diagnosis and treatment, but she also made you agree to donate alms?" Ginkgo scolded, pretending to be jealous.
"There is really nothing we can do... We are indeed from the same mother and father, and they are so consistent in entertaining me." Imagawa Yoshimoto looked at the Takeda siblings with resentment on their faces.
But the next morning, Ginkgo and Takeda Harunobu walked to South Street with Imagawa Yoshimoto to watch the performance. To be precise, Takeda Harunobu came over, and Ginkgo was carried over by Imagawa Yoshimoto. It was very difficult to get up so early.
Her life depended on it like a cat in Imagawa Yoshimoto's arms, leaning on his chest to catch up on her sleep.
"You can fall asleep like this?" Imagawa Yoshimoto looked at the ginkgo in his arms and the teasing looks from the people around him - the action of holding a princess in public would indeed attract people's attention.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Don't make any noise, sir." The half-asleep Ginkgo muttered, "I'm so sleepy..."
"Go to sleep when you're sleepy." Imagawa Yoshimoto could never refuse Ginkgo's request to take a nap, so he gently adjusted the position of his arms so that she could sleep more comfortably.
"But you have spoiled your sister." Takeda Harunobu looked at Imagawa Yoshimoto with disdain, "With your hands tied like this, what will you do if you encounter an enemy attack?"
"Tsuchihara and the others are protecting them not far away, what are you worried about?" Imagawa Yoshimoto replied nonchalantly.
"Don't forget how much your Imagawa ninjas stretched their hips when we first went to Luo." Takeda Harunobu complained resentfully.
"I know, I know."
At five quarters, the three of them arrived outside the open-air theater where Izumo Taisha performed. Imagawa Yoshimoto spent a lot of money to buy a seat in a pavilion on the side of the theater and sit down, so that Ginkgo could rest on the bench in the corridor.
.However, Ginkgo was not ready to let Imagawa Yoshimoto go, and still used his thigh as a pillow.
Not long after, more and more people began to gather at the theater, and the back-up actors in the theater were also performing hard. Most of the people who bought the seats in the front row were businessmen or samurai in luxurious clothes, while those in the back were crowded.
Most of the people in the row were civilians, and some children climbed up to the roof of a nearby house to watch.
"It looks quite famous." Imagawa Yoshimoto noticed the surging crowds and was surprised by the appeal of Izumo Taisha's charity performance. "There are only a few hundred people...how can there be so many people?"
At this moment, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the audience, and they could distinguish the syllables of "Aguo Girl". Imagawa Yoshimoto was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at the stage, only to find a girl wearing a mask.
With graceful steps, he walked onto the stage surrounded by a group of kabuki actors dressed in colorful costumes.
"Girl Aguo?" Imagawa Yoshimoto leaned on the railing and turned to look - strange, hadn't she been killed by Kizawa Nagamasa?
"Oh, the famous Albanian Song and Dance Troupe. It turns out this is a performance by the Albanian Song and Dance Troupe. No wonder so many people come here." Takeda Harunobu suddenly became interested, stood up and looked towards the stage, "There are rumors
It is said that the boss behind the Aguni Song and Dance Troupe is Izumo Taisha, and even many of the kabuki performers in the Kabuki Troupe are from Izumo Taisha Shrine. It seems so. When the miko introduces it to you, she directly mentions the performances of the Aguni Song and Dance Troupe.
Think of it as a charity performance at Izumo Taisha Shrine.”
"Smelly men." Ginkgo was also awakened by the movements of Imagawa Yoshimoto and Takeda Harunobu, murmuring and sitting up, "When I saw the dancers, my eyes widened."
"Empty words denigrate people's innocence." Imagawa Yoshimoto protested.
"Look at those kabuki clothes." Ginkgo put her hands on her waist and raised her hand to point to the women's clothes on the stage - exposed navel, exposed shoulders, exposed legs - this kind of three-exposed clothing is so avant-garde in this era.
It's so outrageous.
"Look at the audience again." Ginkgo moved her arms and pointed at the enthusiastic crowd in front of the stage - mainly men. Their eyes were straight, staring at the dancers on the stage, and they were drooling.
It dripped to the ground.
"What did you say they came to see? Are they really here to see the Qingqi dance?" Then Ginkgo pouted and stared at Imagawa Yoshimoto, "Sir, you have been going too far these days."
"Let's take a look at the content of the dance drama first." Imagawa Yoshimoto stretched out his hand and lifted Ginkgo's chin, gently turning her little face towards the stage. The announcer was just announcing the next chapter with enthusiasm.
Performance contents of the venue:
"The following is a performance brought to us by the Algerian Song and Dance Troupe——"
The audience cheered warmly, and in this high-spirited atmosphere, the announcer called out the name of the dance drama——
