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130. Repair the ancient temple

The strong light outdoors shines on the side of the face, making it feel very warm.

Fujiwara Izaya looked out from the window of the side hall. The sea breeze knocked the waves onto the rock wall, splashing white anti-foam. The funeral procession advanced along the anti-wave front and headed towards the crematorium at the end of the cape.

"How many people died last night?" he asked.

"Two," Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied, "both are monks in the temple, not ordinary citizens."

Fujiwara Izaya turned his head and looked towards her.

Summer's fierce gaze fell between the two of them through the window. Kasahara Fukaeri's cold face shone brightly, her long eyelashes also ignited with golden light, and the sultry breath exhaled from her nostrils spread.

go.

After thinking about it, he still didn't say anything.

Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't say anything, she just expressed a hint of apology with her eyes.

The renovated ancient temple in the lush mountain forest is surrounded by the sound of cicadas. The monks are reciting the disaster-repelling mantra intermittently in the main hall. There are solemn clouds floating on the ridge, as if the deceased is reflected in the corner of the eye of the chanter.

, overlooking this ancient and dilapidated temple.

When he looked back, Fujiwara Izaya found the group of girls from Kyoto staring at him.

Some are curious, some are hostile, and a few look with slight admiration... Each of them is wearing private clothes, exuding a youthful and lively atmosphere, and their appearance is also fresh and fresh.

It is indeed the largest shrine in the world. If it can support so many beautiful shrine maidens, my Asakusa Shrine will also have so many in the future... Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the girls with different expressions, and finally greeted the leader politely.

Say hello.

Compared to the immatureness of the other girls, the leading girl is particularly recognizable. She has a tall, indifferent nose, frivolous mouth corners, and is wearing a short skirt and shirt. Both her clothing and appearance are dwarfed by her.

The chin and tight lips show the girlish charm.

"Hello Master Fujishima."

Hearing his voice, some of the miko who had secretly looked at him quickly blushed and looked away.

"Don't get too close to people from Kanto!" Fujishima Kana scolded with a straight face, and looked away at the door.

The waiting time was unbearable. Maybe it was because of the heat and sweating. She felt a little itchy on her legs, so she slightly raised her feet on the legs of the chair. She pinched the edge of the white stockings with her fingertips, pulled them down, and scratched them.

A few times.

Where the elastic band of the stockings was tied, several red and tender marks appeared on the fair skin.

Fujishima Kana gently scratched the marks on her thighs and thought to herself: I hope there won't be any trouble this time. I can get it done as soon as possible and return to Kyoto as soon as possible...

On the side, Fujiwara Izaya was also thinking in his mind.

The white silk slices the meat, and the wolfberry is difficult to save.

Later, I must ask Asuka to wear tighter white knee-length stockings, and let me, a senior, check her body properly.

A dozen minutes before twelve o'clock at noon, two men wearing Yin Yang Residence work clothes walked into the hall. One was in his 40s and the other was a young man. The older one was quite tall and had a scar on his nose. The younger one was taller.

He is on the low side, his hair is on the long side, his eyes are on the narrow side, and his gaze is on the pointed side. He looks exactly like a literary young man from the past.

"He's from the Nan-Izu Yin-Yang Residence Branch." The older man said, taking out his ID from his pocket and handing them to everyone one by one.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your work." Fujiwara Izaya said politely.

The older man put his ID back into his pocket and looked at him from top to bottom.

Then, he bent down and saluted respectfully: "Hello, Chairman Fujiwara."

The young man also bent down.

"Are you here to investigate?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"I want to find out something from these girls in Kyoto." The older one said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here, sir. Let's leave now and come back later."

"It's okay, just continue your work." Fujiwara Izaya turned and walked towards the door.

"I won't disturb you. I'll just report the situation later."

After he left, the two of them walked towards the girl from Kyoto and began to inquire about the details of the case.

After leaving the side hall, Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and looked up. The summer sky was clear and bright, as if a blue sea stretched across the mountain. An old Bodhi tree was planted in the small courtyard at the door, with majestic branches.

The lush leaves show a bronze color under the sunlight. The surrounding quaint buildings are connected irregularly, most of which are old wooden structure bungalows. The small buildings are connected by corridors with worn wooden floors.

Fujiwara Izaya crossed the corridor and walked into the courtyard.

In addition to the linden tree, there is also a small wooden greenhouse in the yard. The paint on the wooden frame has peeled off and fluffed, like a curled platycodon flower. There is a two- or three-story bonsai stand next to it, with hyacinths planted and the ground covered with clover.

The path in the middle of the lawn is appropriately dotted with stones.

Lying on the clover at noon in summer is a very pleasant thing.

The soft leaves of the grass absorbed the sunlight, and the tiny shadows were scattered all over the ground. Fujiwara Izaya came under the Bodhi tree, found a flatter place and squinted his eyes to take a nap.

On the Bodhi tree, there was a secret numbing cicada. When the boy lay down, the natural aura of the mountain god spread.

The summer cicada that was still chirping suddenly closed its mouth, and the whole courtyard fell silent.

After a while, Kasahara Fuka-Eri also walked out.

In the courtyard in front of the railing, summer grass was luxuriant, and a young man in a white shirt was lying on the grass. She hesitated whether to step forward. She didn't know when his smart words and cheerful conversation started to make her move.

Feeling uneasy.

At this time, Fujiwara Izaya sat up and waved his hand, as if he was trying to brush away the hot summer air.

"Come over here." After saying hello, he smiled, a helpless smile that appeared unconsciously. It is an attitude that can make others feel friendly, at least Kasahara Fuka-Eri thinks so.

She stepped over the railing and sat down next to Fujiwara Izaya with her knees bent.

Xia Chan noticed the woman's intrusion.

However, since the mountain god was very friendly towards her, the Zen people did not fly away.

Fujiwara Izaya was lying on the grass with his arm as a pillow. The inside of his arm was very white, and even the veins were exposed. There, the sunlight filtering through the leaves was shining brightly. Intuitively, Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt

He is really clean, as clean as the sun.

"Where is my aunt?" he asked lazily.

"Well, you can guess for yourself." Kasahara Fuka-Eri smiled lightly.

"I guess there must be a big conspiracy between you and her." Fujiwara Izaya rolled his eyes flexibly, unabashedly revealing the unique look of a young man who is keen on reasoning, "You know that she wants to occupy me, and you just happen to

There needs to be no love between men and women between Asuka and me, so you hit it off right away? For example, you helped Li Zi find an opportunity to tie me up?"

He guessed half of it, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression remained unchanged, and she was even a little smug inside.

"You're a very strange person," she paused for a moment, then said, "just like a boy who likes to make insect specimens. He categorizes people's feelings and stores them neatly in a small drawer in his room. He takes them out from time to time, and actually Check it. Well, you have such fun."

"You are also very strange." Fujiwara Izaya said the same. "You usually speak so calmly, but from time to time you will say one or two long sentences. Well, it is as rare as the showers in the desert."

"Isn't this bad?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri said nonchalantly, straightening her bent legs.

Even though she was covered with a long skirt, her slender and straight legs could be seen through the fabric, and her curves were extremely sexy and touching.

"It's pretty good." Fujiwara Izaya lay down again, with his upper body half touching the outside of her thighs. "The answer is quick and concise, and won't make people guess. The most important thing is that your eyes can show when you answer. The information that comes out is richer and more honest. So most of the time I don’t listen to what you are saying, but just watch your eyes when you speak.”

Kasahara Fukaeri shrugged slightly.

"By the way, I almost forgot to say, you are plotting against me." Fujiwara Izaya raised his long eyelashes and stared at her, "I am a bit petty in this regard, please be prepared for revenge, Sister Fuka-Eri. "

After hearing these words, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's expression remained unchanged. Her soft neck rose and fell quietly, with the dark blue sky as the background, the outline of her bright orange hair and the overly vivid Her appearance became even more beautiful. The corners of her mouth that were always pursed, thinking of something, opened slightly as if she were smiling, revealing bright and white teeth between her two thin lips.

Fujiwara Izaya turned sideways and smelled the scent of her legs comfortably.

There was a faint fragrance, like red maple leaves soaked by the autumn rain. It was a very rare and exquisite fragrance. After smelling it for a while, he engraved the smell into his DNA and asked, "Who is the businessman Xinju Di?" ?”

"My surname is Gucun, she is a widow from a big local family."

"Why did you come to Minami Izu?"

"According to the answer from Abbot Qingye of Xiuxian Temple, she came here for vacation a month ago. Because she accidentally heard that yellow pine jade can build a barrier, she spent a lot of money to buy some at the temple."

"Do you think there's anything weird about this?" Fujiwara Izaya stood up again and sat on the grass as if he had encountered a problem. "An ordinary businesswoman should not have such a large bodyguard lineup. Besides, The appearance of the fox tribe and ghost tribe is too coincidental."

"I only believe in evidence." Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the sea below the mountain.

"Where is Mrs. Tanimura?"

"Protected by the monks in the temple."

"After all, he is a big sponsor," Fujiwara Izaya said with emotion, "If it were me, I would protect him first."

Kasahara Fukae remained speechless.

The cool sea breeze blew over her cheeks, her orange hair swaying gently, and there was a fragrance that made Fujiwara Izaya feel particularly comfortable.

"What kind of perfume and shower gel does Fuka-Eri-nee use?"

"Huh?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at him puzzled.

"The smell offends me so much," Fujiwara Izaya replied seriously, "I want to buy it and use it too."

Kasahara Fuka-Eri stared at him calmly, her tone a little headache-inducing: "I don't need that kind of thing."

"Don't you need shower gel too?"

"Yes."

"When I think of the image of Fuka-Eri sister wiping her naked body with a towel instead of using shower gel, shower gel that produces foam should not be used."

"...You are so immoral!"

The two chatted and waited for time to pass.

The lush leaves were shining with the sun's light, and a few seagulls flapped their wings and flew over from the sea to the mountain forest.

About half an hour later, two colleagues from the Yin-Yang Residence Hall walked out of the side hall and went straight to Fujiwara Izaya: "Hello, Chairman Fujiwara."

"How is the situation?" Fujiwara Izaya sat upright.

"The shrine maidens from Kyoto only came here after accepting a request, and they have nothing to do with what happened last night." The elder said, "The Kansai branch also sent a letter. After this inquiry, please

Let them go back to Kyoto, do you think that’s okay?”

"Since it doesn't matter, don't keep them here, let them go back." Fujiwara Izaya said in a kind voice.

"We still need to go to Abbot Qingye to learn more about the situation. Can Chairman Fujiwara come with us?"

"Just go and let him come to me after the investigation is over."

"OK."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard work or not, it's your job..."

After the two colleagues left, the group of girls from Kyoto also came out of the side hall and walked toward the back mountain chattering. It seemed that they were preparing to pack their things and return to Kyoto. Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked over there, stood up and said

"I need to go to the bathroom."

Leave the courtyard of the side hall and climb the path leading to the back mountain.

Walking in front, Kasahara Fuka-Eri followed behind, passing by monks wearing simple round-mouthed cassocks and leggings from time to time.

Her long-term experience in Section 9 and her own special abilities make her very good at tracking. Even if she is not far away, the girls in Kyoto will discover her existence.

Crossing a suspension bridge, we came to the back hill of the renovated ancient temple. On the slope facing the sea stood a pine forest, with several old wooden houses scattered in the forest. On both sides of the road, more than one meter of miscanthus grew.

When the sea breeze blows, the sound of branches and miscanthus rubbing against each other sounds like the gentle roar of the mountain itself.

The streams left from the mountains gathered into a small lake in front of the house. The Kyoto girls played by the lake for a while, washed their hands and feet, and walked into one of the small buildings. Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked towards the small building

After putting down a chestnut with a special fragrance, it won't take long for Xia Xili to smell the smell and come over to teach these girls a life lesson.

Soon after, Kasahara Fuka-Eri returned to Fujiwara Izaya.

The clear sky was cloudless, and the green mountainside was receiving the sunset. The boy's chest wrapped in a white shirt was rising and falling, swaying with the sunlight shining through the gaps in the leaves. For some unknown reason, Kasahara Fuka-Eri suddenly felt a little happy.

A touch of warmth filled my chest.

What she is doing now is like the shirt on that guy.

Although there will be wrinkles, it is so dazzlingly white. The so-called wrinkles will never remain as long as they are washed away. Only the pure white color will never be stained...

Back in the courtyard, Kasahara Fuka-Eri pressed her long skirt with both hands and knelt down next to him in a very ladylike manner, her posture unusually docile.

The two of them sat and lay down, looking at the blue sea at the foot of the mountain for a while. The sun shone on the water in the distance, and the wind brought the smell of sea water. Kasahara Fuka-Eri gently combed her hair that was messed up by the sea breeze with one hand.

, turned his head and asked: "Actually, with your current status, you don't need to be so polite to others. Whether you are facing the group of girls in Kyoto or the two people from the Yin and Yang dormitory just now."

"What kind of identity do I have..." Fujiwara Izaya broke off a clover and held it in his mouth, with a casual expression: "My only goal is to return Asakusa Shrine to its former glory. As for the titles that come with it,

Yes, well, just think of it as serving the people and do your best. If you put on airs and become arrogant just because of this, you will fall into the trap of cliché."

Kasahara Fuka-Eri nodded slightly and lowered her gaze to look at him.

The little boy looked bored, holding a clover in his lips and shaking it. From his straight nose to his stretched legs, he looked full of life, full of confidence and a little childishness. He seemed to fully understand the consequences of humility.

The weight and broad chest under the white shirt are like the bow of a ship moving against the wind and waves.

As he watched, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's mouth showed an indescribable gentle smile: "Okay, okay, I know you are a good person. But at least when Abbot Qingye comes, please be stricter and take out the Chairman

The majesty it deserves."

Somehow, there was a hint of doting in her tone, just like an elder sister talking to her younger brother.

"Ah, no, this is too sudden!" Fujiwara Izaya stopped flicking the clover with his lips and turned to look at her, "Sister Fuka-Eri should stay cold. This sudden tenderness is too scary. I will bear it.

The one who cannot live in defeat.”

The smile on the corner of Kasahara Fuka-Eri's mouth disappeared instantly, and she did not express any opinion on his words.

"Actually, judging from the rules, there is nothing wrong in repairing the ancient temple. After all, the sale of yellow pine jade is not prohibited." Fujiwara Izaya faced the sunlight falling through the gaps in the leaves and said in a clear voice, "Nothing happened last night.

Recently, I had a lot of chats with a shop owner who sells drinks. In Minami Izu, no one is short of money, and even wanting to hold a grander festival is a luxury. From the perspective of repairing the ancient temple, it seems that there is money.

If you have a good connection and have not broken any laws or regulations, then there is nothing to blame for raising some money to hold a grand summer festival. On the contrary, those of us in high positions should reflect on this incident and reflect on it.

How can we increase the income of shrines and temples in remote areas, and reflect on whether we habitually ignore the unknown majority of people when making decisions..."

Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at Fujiwara Izaya, speechless for a moment, then she closed her legs tightly and put her chin on her knees.

Having grown up in Tokyo, she did not quite understand this kind of tenderness. But she could assert that the world he grew up in, who could say such things, must have been filled with bright feelings and kindness. And his heart was full of kindness.

An aboveboard heart is guaranteed by strong strength and tough flexibility, which has shaped his current rules of action.

——You can do whatever you want anytime, anywhere, and go your own way, but when you need him, he will appear immediately.

After making this clear, Kasahara Fuka-Eri began to think about another question.

Fujiwara Izaya's handsome appearance and healthy and strong body can indeed be a source of goodwill for him, but that alone is not enough. Now he has shown his charming side and exercised the power of light. This is

How incredible!

"What are you thinking about?" Fujiwara Izaya winked at her funny, his clear eyes glowing with mischief.

"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri opened her mouth, looking a little embarrassed.

With her character, it was really difficult for her to say something like "I was influenced by you just now, so I plan to confess." However, in his eyes, she still found the shadow of her existence in it, and she could taste a kind of pleasure in that shadow.

, a strange feeling as if I had been stripped naked in his eyes, feeling ashamed and relieved at the same time.

It's hard for Kasahara Fuka-Eri to understand what she feels now.

In short, he clearly knew what she was doing behind her back but still filtered out the dirt and accepted her happily. Therefore, she was inexplicably convinced that she would never forget the feeling of love and trust she now felt.

certainly.

It's a pity that she didn't know that Fujiwara Izaya, a scumbag, although seemingly harmless, was secretly thinking about ways to retaliate against her deception in the future in a way that would make her feel embarrassed. Otherwise, she might go on a rampage and murder her brother-in-law.

.

Clouds like quicksand were gurgling in the sky. It was a day in August. There were no pilgrims or monks in the temple. The shadows of trees filling the courtyard and the cross-shaped white flowers on the clover swayed in the wind.

The two of them lay down and sat together, staring meaninglessly at the sea in the distance.

"Great!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a meaningless smile.

"Yeah." Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't smile.

This is the time that belongs to two people. It is a short and meaningless time but it has left a distinct impression. Feeling the sunshine and the breeze blowing, it makes people feel like they are enjoying their truant time. The freshly washed shirt touches the skin.

Just as comfortable. This short time of doing nothing and letting your mind wander is very fresh and precious, an unimaginable experience.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Abbot Qingye, who was repairing the ancient temple, came to the side hall after accepting the investigation.

Before stepping through the door, he subconsciously turned back and looked at the vast sea at the foot of the mountain.

Now he is a monk, but he used to be a detective of Section 9. When he was young, he had a conflict with his boss due to disagreements. He finally decided to quit his job in Section 9 and became a detective to remove ghosts. After more than ten years, he was homeless.

At the age of forty, I devoted myself to renovating this ancient temple and devoted myself to practicing Buddhism. After that, the days passed day by day, and when I looked back, I was shocked to realize how fast time flew by.

He has made many choices in his past life, and he does not have no regrets at all. However, he is very satisfied with his current situation, probably because he has already taken root in repairing the ancient temple.

Now he has become accustomed to the life in the temple and has no intention of pursuing changes. There is nothing wrong with letting himself live a peaceful life as time goes by.

But I can no longer maintain such a life in the future.

Abbot Qingye looked down at the sea, then his eyes fell on the cloth shoes under his feet, and he sighed.

He had no regrets about selling yellow pine jade and using the money to organize a grand summer festival for Minami Izu Town that the townspeople would talk about for several years... The townspeople were frightened, and he felt guilty, and the monk died two times.

He felt sad. But regarding the summer festival, he only felt regret.

"well……"

Abbot Qingye sighed self-deprecatingly.

It may be a bit fanciful to expect the big shot from Tokyo to understand his inner thoughts, or even resonate with him. He no longer has any expectations for his next fate, just like the waves below. Will he be smashed to pieces on the rocks, or will he be beaten to pieces?

Land smoothly on the beach and let it go.

"Master Qingye, please come in."

The voice echoed directly in Abbot Qingye's ears.

It was a female voice, with a solemn and clear tone, flowing through the listener's heart like a stream of cold spring water.

Abbot Qingye raised his head unconsciously and looked at the corner of the courtyard of the side hall.

Under the tall and lush Bodhi tree, the young man just got up from his lying position, patted the grass clippings on his body and straightened his sitting position. Next to him, a cold-looking woman was sitting on her knees with a reserved expression, as if accompanying the young master.

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"Amitabha~"

Abbot Qingye hummed a Buddhist chant and walked into the courtyard.

"Wow--"

The originally quiet courtyard suddenly heard the sound of cicadas flapping their wings. There were so many cicadas that the abbot Qingye was startled. He was also startled by the sound of flapping wings, as if he was a frightened sparrow.

The swarms seemed to be spreading their wings and flying.

Abbot Qingye looked up at the old Bodhi tree, where cicadas were still flying in the sky.

That's a boy, that's why Zen didn't fly away... Abbot Qingye's eyes followed the steps towards Fujiwara Izaya. The closer he got, the more incredible aura he could feel from him - as calm as a mountain.

His demeanor, generous and friendly attitude, coupled with his good-looking appearance, make him exude an extremely charming and friendly feeling.

When he walked in front of the young man, Abbot Qingye said nothing and stood motionless.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Fujiwara Izaya scratched his nose and said as if he was troubled: "Master Qingye, don't you want to meet me?"

At this time, Abbot Qingye bent down, put his hands together and saluted.

"We are waiting for you!" He said in a calm and loud voice with a very upright posture, "I am a humble monk Aoba, I would like to welcome Chairman Fujihara to our temple. Please come this way."

As he spoke, he turned sideways and led the way.

"Thank you, Master, for the invitation." Fujiwara Izaya stood up and took Kasahara Fuka-Eri to follow the abbot.

Compared with when we first met, his expression has changed slightly. Although he is still as frank and kind, there is a confident smile on his face, just like the childish smile of a vigorous young man when he encounters a problem.

Fearless heart.


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