"Mighty Heavenly Dragon?" The old monk looked confused. What is this? Why does it mean that he doesn't understand Buddhism if he doesn't know this? And he doesn't deserve to be a monk if he doesn't know this?
Mao Lilan quickly stepped forward and grabbed Suzuki Yuanzi, "Stop talking, Yuanzi, we are here to stay overnight and take shelter from the rain. Don't argue with others."
"Borrowing?" The old monk's face changed in a second, and he rubbed his hands like a philistine, "I told you it was staying overnight. I thought you were here to interview about the previous incident. This is easy to discuss. Staying overnight for one night, adults, ten thousand,
There are eight thousand children, but no one can bully an old man."
"Haha?! Ten thousand? Are you robbing me?" Mouri Kogoro was shocked.
Suzuki Sonoko broke away from Mao Lilan's hand and said: "Look, I just said that he is just a secular person. How can he know anything about Buddhism?"
"Okay, Yuanzi, stop making trouble. We have no other place to go in this barren mountain, so let's do it." Mao Lilan didn't like to quarrel with others, so she agreed.
"But ten thousand yuan is too expensive!" Mouri Kogoro complained in pain, a little hesitant.
Seeing this, the old monk said gloomily: "What the lady just said is right. It's better to live here. It takes six hours to go down the mountain. It's almost dark now. It's not safe in the mountain. That guy might be already watching in the mountain."
You guys, waiting for you to go out."
Mao Lilan asked: "Are there bears in this mountain?"
"Ha." The old monk smiled disdainfully, "Bear? It's not such a cute animal. It's an ancient monster that likes rain and darkness and specializes in eating human souls - the foggy dog!"
"The foggy dog?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at Hanyu Qing'an, and then they felt relieved, "It's just the foggy dog, so what's there to be afraid of?"
Suzuki Sonoko said impatiently: "So this monk is making such a fuss. If you know a little bit about Buddhism and know how to be a mighty dragon, how could you be scared like this by the foggy dog?"
The old monk was confused again, what on earth is going on with these people? It’s raining outside, lightning is thundering, they cooperate so well, and in such a terrifying atmosphere, you are not afraid of ghosts and legends?
"The foggy dog will sneak into the village like fog on a rainy night, use its huge brute force to break the walls of the house, snatch people away, then fly to the tall trees, hang them up and eat them!"
"I especially like to eat young and beautiful girls with tender skin and tender flesh, just like..." the old monk cast his gloomy eyes on Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, "the same as you two."
However, Suzuki Sonoko was still dismissive and even stood on tiptoes with her arms folded, as if watching a monkey show, while Mao Lilan said more politely:
"It's okay. With Hanyu-kun here, we are not afraid of this kind of thing."
After all, in a Buddhist temple, Mao Lilan couldn't directly explain that Hanyu Qing'an was an Onmyoji. That would feel like a slap in the face and would make the atmosphere awkward.
"Ten thousand yen for adults and eight thousand yen for children, right?" Mao Lilan said while flipping through her wallet.
"I'll do it." Although she didn't like the old monk, Suzuki Sonoko saw that Mao Lilan agreed, so she rummaged through her pockets, only to find her credit card, which obviously couldn't be used in a place like this.
It seems that it would be better to store a box of cash in the courtyard, Suzuki Sonoko thought.
"It doesn't matter, I'll just pay." Mao Lilan smiled and helped the Hanyu family pay.
Suzuki Sonoko didn't say anything about not living here. If she wanted to go back to the courtyard, under the influence of Hanyu Qing'an, she already knew that following Xiaolan's family would encounter all kinds of weird things, and this was why Hanyu Qing'an followed them.
Reason for action.
As for Yuzu, she had almost fallen asleep in Hanyu Qing'an's arms. She was tired after playing around for a day, and Hanyu Qing'an's arms were warm, and she soon felt sleepy.
"Thank you for your patronage." After paying for the money, the old monk's attitude improved obviously. He didn't care about the little conflict just now and called a few disciples to introduce it to everyone.
First is the eldest brother Kuan Nian, who has been practicing the longest, followed by Tun Nian who cooks, Mu Nian who is in charge of carpentry, and finally Xiu Nian, this year's newcomer.
"As for me, I am naturally the abbot of this mountain mud temple - Tianyong. Tunnian, Mu Nian went to prepare meals for the guests, Kuan Nian and Xiunian took the guests to visit our temple."
"Hi!" The four young monks responded in unison.
Hanyu Qing'an carefully held Yuzu in his arms, and while following the crowd, he looked around to see where the Tengu token was, or if it would appear only if a case happened.
"This is the emperor in the upper hall." Monk Kuan Nian led everyone to a main hall.
"It's really spectacular." Mouri Kogoro, who has never been to Hanyu Shrine, said with emotion.
"How about your funeral be held here?" Monk Kuan Nian took the opportunity to solicit customers.
"Haha?!" Mouri Kogoro was shocked.
Conan held his head and couldn't help complaining: "Then you are too late. If Uncle Maori wants to hold a funeral, he must ask Brother Hanyu to do it. Are you right, Uncle Maori?"
Bang--
Mouri Kogoro hit Conan on the head, "Who is going to have a funeral? Can you speak?"
Since Conan mentioned it, Hanyu Qing'an smiled and said: "Actually, we can prepare in advance. Everyone has only one chance for birth and death. No matter how much you take it, you can't take it too seriously. If you are a Maori detective, I can make an exception.
You get 50% off.”
Mouri Kogoro had a dark look on his face and said angrily: "The charges of your funeral agency have risen to more than one billion yen. Even if you give me a 10% discount, I can't afford it. I think I can still do it casually.
The money spent on things after death is not as good as going to Towako's place several times while alive to enjoy it."
Originally, Mao Lilan wanted to stop talking about such things here, but when he heard that Towako also exploded, his fists became hardened and he said angrily:
"It's because of you, dad, that mom left home. She really doesn't reflect at all. I think it's better to keep the money and ask Hanyu-kun to help you."
Seeing that his daughter suddenly became violent, Mouri Kogoro immediately gave in. If a fight broke out, a funeral might really have to be held.
"Are you a funeral director?" Kuan Nian looked at Hanyu Qing'an curiously. Of course, he was also a little bit envious, but he couldn't be jealous because the difference in charges was too big.
Hanyu Qing'an nodded, "Yes, I opened a small funeral parlor."
A small funeral home that charges one billion yen? Kuan Nian felt that he was being falsely modest, maybe because he didn't want to be asked about business secrets.
Thinking about the mountain temple where I live, if it hadn't been for the foggy dog incident two years ago, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be the small amount of customers it has now. The gap is really huge.
Kuan Nian felt a little downcast for a moment.
After leaving the upper hall, everyone continued to walk forward. Kuan Nian reluctantly gathered his energy and introduced the characteristics of Shanni Temple.
This temple is built against a mountain, with waterfalls just around the corner. The water even flows along the edge of the house and rolls up the fallen cherry blossoms. The scenery is really good.
"What is this room used for?" Conan was not interested in the water flow, but curiously opened a separate padlocked room, "Ah, there is a ball of light in it, Brother Hanyu!"
Conan, who had seen the light ball token, reacted immediately and called the Onmyoji.
