Otherworldly Merchant

The witch said a Japanese word, of course we don't understand it, and she asked in raw Chinese, "What kind of work do you do? Why break into the shrine. ”

“You speak Chinese?” I'm very surprised.

“I have read ancient Chinese books and studied Chinese grammar.” Although the witch speaks Chinese, the grammar is unclear and sounds strange. She raised the broom again, and the words of righteousness asked, “Answer my question! ”

“We're chasing a little fox, she stole our passport, and you can ask him if you don't believe it.” I mean the T-shirt guy.

The witch gauged us and said, "Chase a little fox? You're lying!”

“What do you think we're doing here late at night? Is there anything to steal from the shrine? ”

She glanced at me and said, "We don't have foxes here! ”

I wanted to laugh a little bit when I heard her talk, but I still put up with it. It's a little rude. Chinese is so hard to learn. It's already good for us to communicate.

I said, "This is the Shrine of Rice Lotus. Isn't it the fox who offers it? ”

The witch grinned: “In this way, the Guanyin temple in China, the Guanyin one too? ”

The T-shirt man explained, “I'm a lost Taoist from Hong Kong. The fox should have brought us here for some purpose. Can you take us in for a tour? We will never disturb you. ”

The witch frowned and asked me, “What about you? ”

“I'm a shady trader, and you probably haven't heard of this profession. ”

The witch didn't know what a shady thing was, but understood the word "merchant" and asked: "How can merchants and Taoists walk together? ”

I said, "In essence, we're kind of like you Japanese Yin Yang masters. ”

She was a little confused, and she put down the broom and said, "Well, I can show you in, and if I don't have a passport, I'll call the police and arrest you. ”

“Okay!” I nodded.

The witch led us along the mountain path, wearing a large sleeve witch's clothing, but it also shows that she is in good shape, not fat, not skinny, curvy, of course I am not such a beast, have thoughts about witches.

It's a long, steep hillside with a row of red sculptures, some lanterns hanging on it, limited illumination, and good thing the moon is bright tonight.

On the side of the road are dark painted woods, and sometimes there's a grunt bird screaming, and you can see some fox stone carvings, varying in size, about half as tall as the biggest. They stand like human beings, wearing ancient clothes, hands together, squeezing their eyes like laughing and not laughing, and walking here alone in the middle of the night would probably feel a little shady.

As he walked, he suddenly opened his eyes and appeared in a tall red wooden entrance building with the Chinese characters "Shrine of Rice Load" written on it. Each side of the cement seat was squatted with a fox and a bunch of rice ears in his mouth.

The witch took us into the gate, the yard was big and spacious, the floors were clean, there were lots of trees, there were fake mountains and springs, surrounded by some red Tanzanian buildings, it looked very new, but I knew it should be a long time ago.

I couldn't help but feel like crossing back into the Tang Dynasty. It's probably not a problem to make an ancient film here. I heard that some of the scenes of "The Assassin Nie Mysterious" starring Shu Qi last year were taken in Kyoto.

I noticed the feng shui pattern here, and found it very cleverly arranged. I think it must have been pointed out when it was built. This is at least a large shrine of Japanese national treasure.

Then the witch stopped and turned to us and said, "Where's the passport? I'll take you there. You can't break in without permission. ”

I thought the witch was trying to embarrass us. How do we know where the passport is? And the T-shirt guy suddenly said, "I feel demonic, it should be there. ”

He stretched out a finger pointing to the position of the palace.

The witch questioned, “Are you sure? ”

The T-shirt man nodded.

“Okay, I'll take you there.” The witch said.

You have to take off your shoes to enter the hall. There is a statue in red cloth in the hall. Although you look like a human being, you have a few fox faces. I asked the witch if it is in front of the jade algae. She said no: “A lot of Chinese tourists asked me that question, and I couldn't help but laugh. ”

“I can't stop laughing.” I corrected her.

I did have several passports on the table. I picked them up. All five of them were here. There was one thing under the passport. It was a Tibetan Bodhisattva charm!

This symbol was affixed to a whole plank of wood, and the witch screamed and held it in her hand, her eyes staring wide, and I looked at the man in the T-shirt.

I gave this symbol to the seller, Kanto boiled the stall, the demon fox itself is demonic evil, can not touch the charm spell, then pry the whole board down. She put the spell here and she didn't hesitate to bring us in, and I thought this little fox would do nothing good to arrange it.

The witch asked me, "Is this symbol yours too? ”

The witch was wary of us all along the way and didn't seem to welcome us. I didn't want to go out anymore, so I went back to the hotel to rest early, but eventually nodded: “I painted it! ”

“Can you paint a character like this?” She was even more surprised.

“What's the matter?” I asked.

She put her hands together and said with great sincerity, "Can you give me a few? ”

She said it was a little embarrassing to talk about this, there was something wrong in the shrine lately, it seemed like haunting, there was always strange movement late at night, something was throwing bricks inside against the wall, someone also saw a headless samurai walking around the mountain, scared several witches, and last month a burning head flew around in the yard.

And there is no way for the great and small priests in the shrine. Although there are Shinto and Yin Yang religions in Japan, there is no proper cultivation method. The witch priests, as servants of God, do not themselves have the ability to surrender demons and demons. Individual witches do possess divine powers, but they are of their own descent. As for the Yin Yang master in history, the inheritance has long been lost.

The witch shyly said: "My grandmother was a famous witch in Kyoto, but in my generation, there was no power at all...”

“What's your name?” I asked.

The witch called herself Chi Ye Lin, and the T-shirt man and I reported it randomly, and I said, "Miss Chi Ye, how do you know this is magical? ”

“For we have also hidden the Buddha's charm.” The witch said with her eyes open.

I was surprised that not only did she know it was magical, but she also knew its name, and the girl seemed to know something.

“Can you two come with me? I want to show you something.” The witch stretched out her hand and made a gesture of invitation.

I was so excited, I thought I'd be in business again.