How I learned the different side of the bell noise lurking within me was when I saw my daughter being raped in the woods off the mountain path.
There is the expression screaming to break the silk, but what the bell sounds heard was a beastly scream. The ringtone, which happened to be walking alone on the way home from the monster exorcism, toward the screaming one, was laid together by three dirty dressed men and there was a figure of a daughter who was now about to be offended.
My daughter desperately rambles and resists. Burn your hands in that rampage, and one of the men punches his daughter as hard as he wants.
The ringtone I tried to come in to help, but the moment I saw the scene where a man hit his daughter, an electric shock ran all over her body, her chest stirred hard, and her movements stopped.
I have to help. I have been on the right path. I've saved the weak, the needy. I have succeeded in defeating evil. He himself continued to endure rigorous training and took the throne of Lord of Star Charcoal Mages young. So the action to be taken here should be one.
Yet, the ringtone could not move. I see it. I'm fascinated.
Eventually, a man performs an insertion into his daughter, and her daughter makes an exclamation filled with the pain of an international beast. The voice, the expression, and the victorious inferior face of the man further attract the heart of the ringtone. My heart rings loud and my lower abdomen gets hot.
Every time a man beats up his resisting daughter, the ringtone gets excited.
To her daughter, who would be made to tear herself apart, the ringtones were superimposing themselves. I thought from the bottom of my heart that I wanted to fit the same eye.
I think about how I felt when I was beaten. Any pain? Any remorse? What about grief? And think of yourself being turned into a gateway to desire that way. What miserable mood do you feel? The misery seems acceptable to me. I want to know. I want to taste it.
But on the way, reason brought back the ringtone.
(What are you doing...... I...)
It's as if your heart has been fascinated by demons at a time. The ringtone moved to help her daughter, even as she was stunned.
Though he cut off the thugs, his daughter was scorned. It broke my body and my heart. It was the result of such a tragedy because the bell sounds would have been helped sooner if they had been concerned, because they had been seen in a tragic sight. My chest is tightened with regret, guilt and self-loathing.
Since then, the ringtone has repeatedly made me think of things that I can hurt and situations that I feel miserable about being put together. I came to want it. I became paranoid and set my body on fire and comforted.
As I was walking down the street, I even expected the men to attack me somewhere. Happiness or unhappiness, it never struck me like that.
I don't know what happened to that girl after that. The sight of that time, and the face and voice of my daughter, burned deep into the heart of the ringtone. There was nothing to forget until the bell sounds died.
A row of wildfire reached the foothills of Mount Bee.
"That's a disgusting picture."
"Sort of..."
I saw the sight again and again until I got here, and the wildflowers whisper to each other.
"Boys, it's a big deal."
Yoshiyoshi laughs when he sees a monk eyeing a playgirl in the shade by the road. After entering the territory of the Temple of the Long Calendar, he frequently saw the lady with him.
"Look at that."
When one of the wildflowers pointed in a different direction, there was a red-faced monk, brought to the trunk of the tree, who seemed to fall comfortably.
"Are you drunk from daytime?"
"What do you mean you're drunk? This is what the Buddha wants... Hiku..."
It seemed that he heard a noise of wildfire, and the monk insisted in an upbeat mood with a liquor bottle in one hand.
"You can do whatever you want. It's about these guys."
"This is what it means to serve the Buddha."
All the wildflowers looked down upon the depravity of the monks of the Yenjoji Temple. We shelve what we do worse every day.
"What, you lords?"
"All of them are suspicious. Where do you think we are?"
Two mountain magicians (monks) with spears arrive and don't even show their wild mass opponents how to flinch at all, calling them off in a transverse tone.
"You're going to take absolute confidence in the power we have in our hands. It's a good place to get dirty."
Your head throws up and throws up with thoughts mixed with abomination and fright.
"What the hell, Shiro!
"Insulting the Awkward Monks is the same as insulting the Divine Buddha! Heavenly punishment is coming!
Two monks who listen to the dialogue of your head and spear furiously.
But of course, the wildflowers don't show the color of nervousness. I'm laughing naggingly. Such an attitude also strokes the nerves of the monks.
"Ha, drop it. Whether it's heavenly punishment or Buddha punishment."
Your head peeks into the monk's face and provokes him.
"Ouch!
His head turns bright red, and the monk waves a spear to kill his head for real, but his head flips. Seeing it, the other monk also begins to poke him with a spear, but even by the two of us, it's as if he didn't go through with it, a head that keeps dodging. Seeing the sight, the wildflowers are grinning slightly.
"Uh, wait, wait. Sorry about that. Relax. I was just teasing you. Even if I look like this, I am a guest of the Way Egg Superior. Tell him your head's here."
Raise your hands gently and your head tells you, the two monks stop waving their spears.
"Huh? What is that..."
"That makes sense. Come through the conversation."
The monks look at each other. I can't ignore the fact that I call myself a guest after naming my superior.
One monk pulls into the back of the temple. I went to reward the superior named by your head.
"It stands out from here, and you guys play in the nearby city. I'm tired."
Your head tells your men. The wild ambushes turned back the way they had come.
"Excuse me. Please, come here."
After a while, the monk who went to report returns and urges him to arrive in a haphazard manner. Wherever the earlier transgressions go, the tiredness becomes frightening.
(I am not ashamed at all to borrow the authority of a tiger and become a slave to power. It's an ugly cliché. Our way of life is better than this.)
After including our own evil deeds, I seriously think I am tired. In fact, the wild weasels, who try to breathe and vomit and carry out many of the killings, are much worse off.
It was even worse inside the extended calendar temple. As a matter of course, there are intoxicated people and people who beat up. And he's interacting with a playgirl without looking at anyone.
Tired and head that enters the building and passes into the quite back room.
It's been a long time.
A small man, thought to be around forty years old, who came to the monk's coat at a glance that he was a high priest, greeted him with a smile with his hands together.
"Ooh, road eggs. Long time no see. I heard you were born. I used to be a mountain magician like these guys."
"Call me the Way Egg Superior. As you can see."
When your head bowed down and sat down and greeted you, the wayward egg man sat down and sat idly down so that he could go along with it.