This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold - Chapter 144
Chapter 143 .The Tradition of God Residing at Home (
Because the neck of the maiden of God was cut open, her head was abnormally drooped on the other side at ninety degrees.
She was wearing a jet-black maiden’s robe, holding a short knife in her hand, and staring at Beichuan Temple with her eyes that were rotting and yellowing like dead fish.
That inexplicable deep gaze made Beichuan Temple’s eyebrows frowned.
At the place where the opponent’s neck was cut open, there was still black blood seeping from it.
No matter who saw this terrifying appearance, he would yell out in fear.
But Beichuan Temple had a pinch in his hand, and the whole person jumped up from the same place and rushed towards the other side!
He didn’t have the slightest thought of pity on Xiangyu Yu, and while his life was full, Jianding also shone cold light and slammed the opponent’s head severely.
In the eyes of Beichuan Temple, the experience of the witch is sympathetic, but this is not the reason for her harm. Moreover, after becoming a grieving spirit, there is generally no ontological consciousness. Beichuan Temple supersedes her from an alternative perspective. It also helped her.
But just as Jianding was about to sink into the other’s spirit body, her figure suddenly became illusory, and the whole spirit body dissipated like a breeze.
Beichuan Temple scanned the surroundings with lifeless eyes, and then looked at the pitiful Nishikujo by his neck.
“Poor, can you perceive it?”
Nishikujo pitifully waved his hand, saying that he couldn’t.
It seems that the other party has really left.
Beichuan Temple has some regrets.
The spiritual body of the witch just now should be about to reach the level of a medium resentful spirit. If it can be resolved smoothly, the reward will be very generous.
You can get rewards in addition to helping others. Why not do it?
At least Beichuan Temple thinks so.
But since the other party disappeared, Beichuan Temple could only shook his head blankly, feeling in his heart that he should give up temporarily.
He walked over and picked up Kagura Bell again, and shook it a few times. After realizing that he really couldn’t attract the wraith spirit of the maiden, he could only shake Kagura Bell in his hand and gave up.
This ritual room has also been investigated, and it is time to go to the next room.
Beichuan Temple pushed the door open and walked into the next room.
This room is supposed to be the room where the witches change their clothes. There are many witch costumes directly spread out and hung on the wall, as if the human body is hung on the wall by nails from a distance.
The room looked unremarkable, but Beichuan Temple still cleaned up and opened the next door after nothing was found.
Behind the gate is still a long bridge, and the other end of the long bridge is connected to a huge Japanese-style house.
The Japanese houses over there are located on the shore, and they don’t float on the water like the buildings on the shrine side.
With a simple glance, the general layout there is almost no different from that of the Ma Gong family, except that the family pattern on the door has been replaced with flowers that are suspected of attracting souls.
There should be the place where the witches or priests lived.
There is still more than half of the lifeless spirit, and the physical strength is enough, plus it is still daytime, of course Beichuan Temple has to go over and find out.
He walked on the broken long bridge and walked towards that side step by step.
“Here is the home of God”
Beichuan Temple raised his head and looked at the mansion in front of him, which was almost the same as the Asamong family.
Presumably, when they were building, the two families used a drawing, which can also express the status and respect of the Ma Gong family and the God in the village in the God in the village.
Beichuan Temple opened the door.
The things planted in the yard are no different from the Ma Gong family.
He skipped these and formally walked into God’s home.
The difference from the Ma Gong family is that there is a sense of tide naturally permeated in the home of the gods, and as soon as he walks in, he feels that his body is as wet as water.
After walking through the familiar hallway, I came to the surrounding stove. There are still three doors on the first floor, the kitchen on the right, and the reception room on the left.
If it weren’t for the degree of corrosion of the walls here is obviously different from that of the Ma Gong family, Beichuan Temple would even think that this is the Ma Gong family.
With the help of the poor inspiration of Nishikujo, Beichuan Temple quickly investigated the first floor and stepped on the stairs to the second floor.
The furnishings on the second floor are different from those of the Asamong house.
There are bookshelves in the corner on the second floor of Ma Gong’s house, but Shen Zhu’s house does not.
Beichuan Temple’s eyes were entwined with death, and he didn’t see the slightest bit of resentment.
“Is this really just an ordinary mansion?”
Beichuan Temple couldn’t help but think so.
He quickly put this idea aside.
Regardless of whether it is an ordinary mansion or not, it must be completed after all investigations.
If this place is really like Asamiya’s main house, maybe there will be a building similar to the one between the trees.
Asamiya eternally lived between the pyre of Asamiya’s house.
So is there a second soul-suppressing twin living here?
These are all possible things.
It’s just that this time Beichuan Temple doesn’t have the key, and maybe I will violently break in later.
Beichuan Temple walked to the left room on the second floor.
Sure enough, here is the dining room, and on the other side is a rectangular cloister.
It is no different from the Ma Gong family.
Beichuan Temple’s lifeless eyes glanced briefly at the room, and after not finding anything unusual, he walked up to the third floor from the rectangular corridor.
Paper windows and curtains on the third floor.
Beichuan Temple removed the paper window according to the previous steps
This time he first glanced at whether there was a grimace behind him.
He looked out the window when he found that there was nothing.
The discovery this time made Beichuan Temple’s calm complexion a little changed.
The view of the atrium is completely different from that of Asamiya’s!
The cherry tree that has begun to bud and bud, and the flower pond under the cherry tree.
Behind the flower pond there is no thick iron gate similar to that between the pylons, instead there is a cloister.
“Finally, there is something different.” Beichuan Temple muttered to himself.
Since the atrium is different, is there a different place on the third floor, or on the opposite corridor?
Beichuan Temple has ideas about this.
He decisively opened the Japanese sliding door of the first room on the third floor.
In my impression, Asamiya’s house should be a book warehouse.
“But it’s different here.”
Beichuan Temple muttered to himself.
This is not a bookstore, but a personal study room.
The bookshelf erected around the square wall, on the opposite side by the window, is also placed a desk, filled with various types of ancient documents.
Beichuan Temple walked to the desk and reached out to read the booklet on the top.
The first sentence on the booklet brought the spirit of Beichuan Temple.
On the title page, the old yellow paper is densely written
‘Please bear in mind the pride of God’s residence in the family. If the person who separates the family does not have the spiritual and physical sacrifices of the family, the villagers of God will inevitably suffer from disaster. ’
This is exactly the same format as the family motto of Asamiya, which makes Beichuan Temple feel very moved.
Could it be possible that this is not the place where God resides in the home, but the place where God resides in the branch?
Where does the family live?
Could it be the third door?
The third door leads to the home of God?
Beichuan Temple seemed to understand something in his heart.