Kusuriya no Hitorigoto

Cats and cats were heard blurry as one story went on. The cherry blossom (Infa) next to the left grabs the hand of the cat and cats disappointingly and hugs them with every thing.

(You're still in the process of growing up, no, it stopped)

I think that to the feeling of being pushed. In time, the order came around to the next door.

Cats and cats rub sleepy eyes. I'm kind of sleepy. A dozen people gather in a small room. I guess they're all worried about the smell or burning incense. The snotty cat got a little drunk.

Kitsui (Sisui) grates the cloth she has worn all the way to her head and takes the fire in front of her face. A young face for its height is oddly powerful in the light of a neat but shaky flame.

"This is a story about a far eastern country."

Kid Cui started talking as she lowered her unusual voice. The narrative gradually changed from that of a girl to that of a dead storyteller.

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There was a famous monk in a certain country. The lord of the neighbouring kingdom was taken away, and went there to provide for him. On the way home, I was on my way home.

The monk decided to take the inn because it was a path that could not be traced in a single day, when two mountains had to be seen to his temple.

It went well. It was a particularly smooth journey in sunny weather and had been lodged in a temple with known monks along the way.

I failed.

The monk thought. It should be the same way to go, but my legs were weird on the way home. The sun went down about two-thirds of the time I was due, and I didn't put it on the temple where I was supposed to stay tonight.

As a trainee, the monk does not wear a squire, nor does he have a horse.

Surrounded by plains full of mans, you can hear the howling of wild dogs even as you do wild boarding. If you get attacked by a herd, it's not something you accumulate.

It was an old private house that caught the eye of such a hasty monk. The monk stops his legs and knocks on the door of the thatched house.

I'm sorry, may I have a moment?

It was the young couple who came out. The monk told him about the situation and asked if he could keep it together for the night, as it would be fine in the corner of the storage.

Fair enough, then, you'll be tired on a long journey.

The young wife entertained the monk. It's not much, but the cucumber was a lot better when it was served.

By contrast, my husband stared at the monk with a strange eye.

As long as there is a way, a traveler goes up to the young couple's house and so on.

Few monks hold hands. I only have a minimum travel rent with me.

Yet, as a guest, the couple treated me and prepared a bunk in another room.

Appreciating the soft futon, the monk wondered if there was anything he could do.

And I thought all I could do was give you the sutra, and I started to give you the sutra.

Usually, when I started chanting the sutra, I concentrated all the way to the end, but today I was strangely concerned about the sound outside.

Besides the sound of the mang swinging in the wind, I heard something like a bell.

Bugs.

The monk clears his ears as he recites the Sutra.

Then I found out that the sound of that bell was the voice of a person.

What are you gonna do, you?

It's the wife's voice in this house.

I won't do anything. That's all right.

The bell-like voice belonged to my husband.

The monk thought it was an odd voice. But I won't stop with the sutra that started once.

You can't do that, you. I don't want to be alone.

The wife speaks up.

He seems to be speaking with no intention of hearing, but the ears of the monks were better than those of men. I try to concentrate on the menstruation thinking it's not a good ear to hear, but my voice still goes into my ear.

Even if you're gonna do that, I'm gonna do it.

What are you doing?

The spine of the monk was broken.

Should we stop the sutra and stop the two fighting, or.

No, I won't stop sutra. Better not stop. For some reason, the monk thought.

I wonder why. My whole body squeaks. By the way, the pores seem to pop up to the head when I shave it up and get stuck.

What, this is...

Come on, I'll do it.

Poorly-built badminton was caught.

There was a woman with a slight eye.

The monk moves only his eyeballs and his mouth remains scripted.

Where have you been, that monk?

The woman makes a crisp noise and crosses in front of the monk.

But I don't notice monks.

Where? Did you run away?

A woman leaves the room.

The stretched shadow had an odd shape. Ultimately, that shadow, which does not seem to belong to a person, overlapped with another strange shadow.

Let's find it, you, let's find it. Otherwise, otherwise.

The woman was in a hurry. What were you in a hurry?

I want you...

Rin and I heard the bell ringing.

The sound was followed by a chewing sound that made the paper sneeze.

The chewing continued.

The monk chanted his passage the other day.

chanting, the sound was over, and he went outside.

He said he was outside the house without saying hello to the young couple, without looking at each other.

Light brown bug wings were falling.

Rin, Rin.

I heard a bug sound coming from the grass of the mang, and it disappeared.

When the monk joined his hands to the wings of the molten worm, he continued to walk until dawn, as he chanted the scriptures.

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Cats and cats thought it was important to talk about discouragement.

Everyone was listening to Kid Cui.

Usually, the narrative now was really like someone else to talk to in an unusual way. From the side, he also looked like a different person with a face illuminated by fire.

(I still think it looks familiar)

I've thought about it before, but I still can't remember.

Looking at the blur and its side, Kitty grinned and looked at the cat and cat. Extinguish the fire you had with your breath forever, and put the oil and core in the fire bowl where it is centered and clean it up.

"Next, next"

Child Cui smiles with a grin and no consignment.

Oh, well, cats and cats nod. When I came to this kind of place, I had to let myself talk about the hand.

(What shall we talk about)

Honestly, cats and cats are not the character to believe in this hand thing. Therefore, I couldn't think of any interesting stories, so I had no choice but to tell a story from my uncle back in the day.

"It was about a few decades ago, but there was talk of a human soul in the grave."

Sometimes the cat and cat are the storytellers, cherry blossoms can be made from cats and cats, and I try to twist them in a cloth and just put out my eyes.

"How suspicious, the brave young men went to explore the identity of the human soul. Then."

Cherry blossoms are squeezing their lips and looking at cats and cats. If you're scared, you can block your ears, the cat and cat think.

Unfortunately, cat and cat stories are not so much the suspicion we all expect.

"Nothing, a man living in the same town was walking in the graveyard. A man's soul and someone just said the shaking lights."

What, and cherry blossoms exhale in relief.

"I was just doing a little grave vandalism,"

A cherry blossom forehead hits the shoulder of a cat and cat. Cherry blossom gaze, stare at the cat and cat.

"Grave vandalism."

"Yep. He seemed to be in a suspicious curse, crushing people's liver and applying it to their bodies..."

Tong, now the cherry blossom forehead hits the cat and cat forehead.

"That's it," the cat and cat concluded as she stroked her forehead.

It was Cherry Blossom's turn next, but it ended all over the place, and the lights would be the last one.

At first, the lady who welcomed me has the last light.

(Speaking of)

One woman in each direction, two women in the meantime, twelve together.

But wouldn't this woman have said "thirteen stories" first?

That, I wonder, cats and cats think.

A woman tells the story of the Emperor's time earlier.

It was about an overcrowded number of women, a handful of daughters in it.

I can't get my head in. Tease.

The cat and cat blurred and looked at the fire bowl they had placed in front.

(That?)

The woman said something horrible about her and shook her around, but the cat and cat didn't sound good.

"Well, and here's the thirteenth story,"

It was when the woman tried to put the last fire down into the fire bowl in an attempt to recommend it to the next.

The cat and cat stood up and opened a closed window.

"Hey, cat!

Cherry blossoms try to stop cats and cats, but not cats and cats that stop there.

The wind suddenly entered, and the cloth that was worn by all was stirred.

The cat and cat breathed a lot of fresh air and threw up.

(So my head gets blurry)

The extinguished fire was inside the fire bowl. There was charcoal in there. A fire that had been extinguished in the core was burning into it.

A closed, small room, where incomplete combustion of charcoal, what would happen if it were in place?

The cat and cat were surrounding the fire bowl, and as they rushed over to the resting woman, they slapped one cheek after the other or took them to a place with new air.

Cherry blossoms watching it helps cats and cats to figure things out.

When you burn a fire where there is not enough air, it emits air that does harm to the human body.

Seems like my head has been blurred all along because of that.

(You noticed too late)

I wondered why I hadn't noticed sooner, while I thought I did something bad to the organizers.

The cat, the cat, turned to the female officer, but there was no one there.

"... oh. We were almost there."

I heard that voice, but the woman was nowhere to be found.

"Hey, what were you talking about earlier?

Uyamuya, after the opening, Kitsui asked.

Sakura said, "Who is this girl?," he leans his neck. She liked wearing the cloth and left it wrapped all the time.

"Was that earlier?"

It's about souls. He remembered what he said he would teach later.

"Contraindicated forests, etc., may be superstitions. But I can't tell you that he's not at all."

For example, if the forest there is full of danger.

The forest is rich in food, but at the same time it is rich in things that cannot be eaten.

What if the alleged source of contraindication forest is there? Suppose it was a village full of humans who moved from other lands.

Let's say that the food there should not be for darkness, that it destroys the body, has become 'contraindicated' over the years.

And let's just say I was keeping my word, and I didn't know what was eaten in the woods and what wasn't.

Then I can deduce this.

Hungry mothers and children, hungry because of their impotence, try to eat abundant forest delights. But that would break the village code. So I was sneaking eyes into the woods.

In the evening, there's still so much light out there, it's hard to see from around. Use that short time to enter the woods and take mushrooms and nuts.

And then we go home as the sun sets.

I don't know what the hell I've harvested.

"There is a mushroom called Moonlight Mushroom"

With the word mushroom in his mouth, the cat and cat distorted his face for a moment himself, but never mind, I recommend talking.

"It looks like a very tasty mushroom, but if you eat it toxic, it breaks your stomach. And, as the name suggests, it has strange features."

When it gets dark, it emits light. The look is so beautiful. Too beautiful, it's a good memory that my uncle threw me up when I accidentally put it in my mouth.

The mother and child harvested before the mushrooms glowed, and walked the night lane, not knowing what it would glow. The light leaking out of the cage might have looked like a human soul if it had been seen in the distance.

And when I turn on the light about the house, it stops glowing. If you eat that, so be it.

Normally, even a poison that isn't even dying, what if it's not nutritious enough? The child died, as did my mother.

And the last thing my mother wanted to tell me.

(delicious mushrooms in the woods)

But maybe I wanted to say. They didn't help their mother and son, as a small vengeance against the villagers.

"That's what I'm talking about."

Zicui, with a satisfied face, flickered the cloth.

"Well, I'm over here."

He went running like a child.

I don't know about anyone else, but I thought cats and cats were casual.

"Hmm, not a big deal"

The cherry blossoms wore big, small breasts in connection with the atmosphere just now.

"Anyway, there are other stories behind it."

"Am I right?"

Cats and cherry blossoms returned to the jade palace.

"Oh, that was faster than I thought."

It was the Red Daughter (Hongnan) who waited. I was working on a needle job.

"Yeah, there's been a little noise."

"Well, I knew it"

Red daughter said as she was convinced for some reason.

"The woman I was working with until last year is dead. I was worried about who would take over this year."

When the red daughter put the needle down, she exhaled.

"She's a sweet lady, and I took care of her. Eventually, I ended up not being able to get out of the rear palace."

The cat and cat saw the face of the cherry blossom. My face, which was so temperamental, grew bluer.

"Yes, the woman."

"... this is the only story I've heard from you, my lord. I don't really like this kind of thing, but if you're doing it as a pleasure, it's impeccable to stop it. So all of a sudden, from the year after he died, I thought that was it, but I'm glad someone kept going."

As she cleaned out the sewing tools into the lacquered crate, the Red Daughter went to her bedroom with an extension.

If I thought I'd heard something, I felt it resembled a suspicious conversation that the lady who was partitioning was talking about. Cats and cats don't remember the details, but as far as the complexion of cherry blossoms is concerned, I can guess that's true.

(Hmm)

The cat and cat tilted their necks in arms.

There are many things in the world that are not well understood.

In the meantime, I thought it was a good idea not to be the thirteenth suspicious conversation.

It was just hot and hard to sleep that night, accompanied by scary cherry blossoms.