My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

"Woo~~"

The vision of the monk Kongwu was still a little fuzzy, and the foot that stood on tiptoe bears the weight of the entire body, and soon he convulsed uncontrollably. He wanted to forcefully break the shackles of the silk threads, but the silk threads were extremely flexible. The more he struggled, the silk threads shrank tighter and became more painful.

Moreover, this binding posture...

It feels dangerous.

With a "pop", a whip hit the ass.

"Woo~~"

The monk Kongwu was a rousing spirit, and his whole body was awake, and then he remembered that he seemed to be fainted by a man.

and many more......

The man tied me up like this? Does he have that kind of hobby? Should I refuse...

He looked at the person who was using the whip to whip himself, wearing a mask and hat, the brim of the hat was so low that he could not identify who it was.

After looking around, he found that all four sides had been entangled with spider silk, and the whole Japanese room had become a huge hollow silk cocoon. The silk thread was densely packed, let alone the flies, even the sound could not be heard.

It's hard to escape with wings... Monk Wuwu wailed in his heart, and prepared in his heart that the rear court will not be guaranteed today.

Fujiwara Starry sky didn't move him for the time being, just thinking about how to talk to the monk since he was a child.

Emotionally speaking, he doesn't believe that Wu Wu will participate in Yi Shuiyuan's affairs, but rationally speaking, he has to guard against it.

Shinjima searched for a while in the Zen room, brought out a bunch of things and fell to the feet of the empty monk, and reported to the Fujiwara starry sky: "14 game boards, 18+ manga 26, detachable 18+ figure 6, A total of 37 discs issued by Mosquito Incense Club and S1..."

After the report, she added: "As you said, this monk is really lustful."

There was no wave in Fujiwara Star's heart. He had anticipated this situation a long time ago. A man who would take 18+ comics to relieve boredom when he went to Kisaragi Station to get rid of spirits, how could he be serious.

On the other hand, Wuwu Monk, his entire face is black, and it is normal to read 18+ comics occasionally, but if the news that he has so much inventory in the Zen room spreads, it will be socially dead.

We must know that in the entire Kansai region, the name Kong can not be taught, but the benchmark for the younger generation of Buddhism and Taoism, and it is the target of countless wives. Today, this matter is really going to be spread, and before he is laughed to death, the old monk in the temple will peel his skin and use it to light the lamp.

He even wondered if the two people in front of him were hired by Kiyomizu Temple next door to search for his own illicit materials. In order to pull himself from the position of the first person of the younger generation in Kansai Buddhism, so that the stinky bald donkeys of Kiyomizu Temple can take the lead.

But Fujiwara Starry sky pondered for a while, almost had an idea in his mind, and he winked at Niijima.

The sister-in-law knew, and went up to punch and kick.

For a time, the sound of "Bang Bang Bang" was continuous.

"Woo~~"

The monk Kongwu shook his body vigorously, trying to escape, but it was a futile act after all.

Niijima really controlled his strength very well. It would not really hurt him, but he could also make him suffer a bit. After a tossing down, the monk Kongwu "humming" weakly, obviously he was exhausted.

Seeing that the fight was almost done, Fujiwara Xingzora called Niijima Ma to stop, and with a finger, the spider silk entwining Monk Sorawu's mouth instantly unzipped.

"Who are you anyway?" Monk Kongwu asked weakly, staring at him.

Fujiwara Star lowered his voice and faintly replied, "As you can see, I am a spider demon."

"Spider demon?"

"Yes."

When the monk Kongwu saw the spider silk lingering between him, he didn't doubt it. He kept calm and said, "This is the Golden Pavilion Temple. The two will never escape."

Fujiwara Hoshikura heard the confidence in his voice and shrugged, "Sora cannot be taught, as a monster wanted by the Nine Branches nationwide, do you think I will be afraid of your threat?"

"The spider demon wanted by Nine Branches?" Monk Kongwu's expression condensed, and a very bad premonition developed in his heart, and Fujiwara Star's next words directly confirmed his premonition.

"Yes, I just escaped from the Qianduo Valley tunnel."

The spine of the empty monk chilled, and he felt that the swear words rushed to his throat in an instant, and he was almost about to bloom with lotus. But he was concerned about his external image, and at the same time, he was afraid that this monster would impulsively... just barely gritted his teeth and swallowed.

As a person in Buddhism and Taoism, he learned a lot about the incident in the Qianduo Valley Tunnel in early May. At that time, there were a few spider monsters, which caused heavy casualties to the fighting forces of Jiu Ke. Is this the one that slipped through the net at that time?

The monk Kongwu pondered for a moment, then calmly asked, "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Of course it was to complete my unfinished mission in the Thousand Valley Tunnel. "

The monk Kongwu angrily rebuked: "You are dreaming! Today the little monk is going to overcome your evil obstacle in front of the big sun Tathagata!"

"Yo~~" Fujiwara Stars sneered, "Can you do it?"

The white little face of Monk Kongwu suddenly turned into a pig liver color.

Hi, so angry!

His own strength is indeed not as good as the spider demon in front of him, but if he is not tied up, he can still hit his mother with the scroll of Buddhist scriptures.

Now being tied into such a shameful posture, there is really no way.

You can't beat it, you can't beat it, you have to give me face! The simple "Are you alright" is not an swear word, but it is more annoying than scolding a mother.

After holding back for a long time, the empty monk held back his anger and asked again: "You go to complete your task, what are you doing here with the little monk?"

Fujiwara Starry sky smiled sadly, and said: "When I was in the Chidagoya Tunnel, my master wanted to open the two-way passage, but it was destroyed by the Tuomimen's house. I am looking for you now naturally to find you again. The way to open the two-world channel."

"Bah!" The monk Kongwu spit directly at him, "Tokugawa remnant, don't think about it!"

The teenager wearing a mask slightly raised his head, his eyes without any emotions were terrifying.

"Sora cannot be taught. If you cooperate obediently, you will suffer a lot less." Fujiwara Star snapped his fingers, and Shinjima moved his hand.

Monk Kongwu didn't even have time to react, the blade of the famous sword penetrated his left shoulder, and the severe pain instantly rushed into his mind.

"Ah!!!" The screams sounded, and the sound waves were bounced back by the spider webs during the transmission, reverberating in the open and indoor.

Immediately afterwards, the right shoulder was also stabbed.

This time Monk Kongwu was prepared, but he did not scream, but gritted his teeth and stared at the two people in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

Fujiwara Hoshizora reached out his hand and stabbed the wound on his shoulder, and the monk Kongwu couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Humph!"

"Hard gas." Fujiwara Starry sky wiped blood on his white monk's robe, and said coldly: "I want to know the specific location of Rashomon. Your Kinkakuji Temple is the oldest temple in Kyoto. You should know a little bit about the ancient city gate in China."

"You dream!"

"If you don't cooperate, you will have a few more holes in your body."

The harsh tone, coupled with a strange smile, made people horrified.

The monk Kongwu directly closed his eyes and meditated the Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart.

Fujiwara Xingkong slapped him on the head, and then squeezed his face, "Don’t pretend to be here, don’t think I don’t know, Master Kongning in your temple is preparing to open Rashomon. That’s your brother. , Don’t say you don’t know!"

"Don't squirt people here!" The monk Kong Wu's voice was a bit painful, but still firm, "Brother Kongning is righteous, so he won't go with you monsters!"

"You'd better explain it honestly, otherwise I will write you full of orthographic letters."

The monk Kongwu said stubbornly: "If you want to kill or follow you, the little monk will never say nothing."

Fujiwara Xingkong thought for a while, and there was a faint laughter under the mask, "Don’t worry, Master, my purpose is the same as your brother’s purpose. We all just want to open Rashomon, so we should be friends, right? ?"

The monk Kongwu shook his head disdainfully, "Huh!"

Brother Kongning wants to open Rashomon? What a joke!

Since entering the Golden Pavilion when he was six years old, Brother Kongning treated him as kind to him as his own brother. Over the past ten years, he followed Senior Brother Kongning to remove spirits, and saw how many monsters and resentful spirits died under the hands of Senior Brother. This spider monster actually said that Senior Brother Kongning wanted to open Rashomon?

absurd!

Seeing the monk Kongwu seeing death as his home, Fujiwara Xingkong pondered for a moment. At this point, he was basically sure that he was ignorant.

With this result, Fujiwara Stars is in a good mood, and now, only the last step is left. As long as Buddhist monk Kongwu can withstand the test of death, then the first step of this trip to Kyoto is even a successful one.

Fujiwara Hoshizora flipped over his palm, and a dark crack broke open in his white palm, and a fishy black liquid flowed out of it.

"This venom is not the kind of paralyzing toxin just now. I can guarantee that you will be poisoned to death within three minutes."

He held the empty monk's mouth with his other hand, and his palm slowly approached.

"Tell me, where is Rashomon, I will save you!"

The monk Kongwu did not answer, but turned his gaze with difficulty and looked at the room where he had lived for ten years.

The Zen room is quiet and the tea room is elegant.

For the past ten years, he has been studying Buddhism here, understanding the tea ceremony, and reading the little yellow book by the way.

It is difficult for a person's life to achieve perfection, but in an impossibly perfect life, Buddhism, tea ceremony, and small yellow books are all gentle temptations to achieve some possible perfection.

Unfortunately, he has never been able to find a suitable path.

I always feel that something is missing.

Monk Kongwu smelled the stench in the palm of the spider demon, thinking of life and death and dying for beauty.

This kind of beautiful and romantic spirit is a beauty he has never touched.

Maybe you can give it a try today.

He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the coming destiny.

"Sora can't be taught, are you thinking about it?" Fujiwara Hoshizora asked with a smile, with a slightly cruel smile on his face.

His mouth was pinched and it was difficult to speak, but the monk Kongwu still squeezed a little voice from his throat.

"Nan Wu Amituo Po Ye, Dota Gado Ye, Do Di Ye He..."

He actually started to recite "The Curse of Death"...Fujiwara Starry Sky was covered by a mask with a weird smile on his mouth, and with a touch of his palm, he poured a bite of poison into Monk Kongwu.

"Hmm~~cough cough." The monk Kongwu coughed violently, and the dark thick liquid slipped from the corner of his mouth, staining the white monk's clothes.

Fujiwara Starry sky said coldly: "Sora can't be taught, you still have three minutes, if you don't want to die, just tell me."

The answer to him is still "Death Curse"

"Amily Dupo Pi, Ami Li Duo, Si Tan Po Pi."

The surroundings slowly darkened, and the crisp chirping of Xia Chong was faintly heard.

The voice of the empty monk is getting weaker and weaker, and fragmentary pictures are constantly in his mind.

Kyoto's dancing girls, Hanami Koji, Kinkakuji Temple, Kiyomizu Temple, Heian Shrine, Shimogamo Shrine, Arashiyama, Kamogawa at night.

Kyoto’s cherry blossoms, autumn leaves, Gion Festival, parade of colorful umbrellas, obon and large fireworks.

The amorous feelings and tastes of the ancient capital of Kyoto for a thousand years... all walked through his mind one by one.

The last thought of Monk Kongwu before he lost his consciousness was that after he died, he would become a lantern hanging by the Kamo River, and it would become a peaceful scenery with the sunset glow of Kyoto every day.

After he fell into a coma, Fujiwara Starry Sky collected the silk thread, looked at the system, and found that there were still 12 points, and then exchanged a low-level healing medicine for him to take.

Niijima was sitting on the side of the futon and watching him settling the Buddhist monk Wuwu, he said with emotion: "Although he is a bit lustful, he can be regarded as a trustworthy person."

Fujiwara Hoshigori also felt a little emotional in his heart, and couldn't help rubbing his sister-in-law's head again.

"In the past few years, I have met many people, like you and Sister Risa, Xia Xirin, and Miss Tu Mimon, this monk and the members of Jiu Ke who are fighting on the front line. You are all good people, and you have the most simple Soul. Maybe it is because I know you that I will change. I want to try my best to be a good person, not for anything else, just to be worthy of you."

Shinjima looked at him with a raised face, and said with light in his eyes: "Fujiwara, you are the best person in the world."

Fujiwara Stars returned a charming smile: "Haha, I'm under a lot of pressure if you say that."

The sister-in-law was shocked, looked at him blankly, and then lay down on the tatami.

After a second, I heard him say again: "Uh, no? Xiao Zhen continued to praise, I love to listen."

"You are also the most carefree person in the world~www.ltnovel.com~ Xindao really only glanced at him with a few corners of light, "Because of his handsome appearance, there are flowers and grass everywhere, even the sister of the future wife. Ever! "

"Xiaozhen, you are not authentic." Fujiwara Xingkong waited for her, dissatisfied: "Obviously you want to start with your brother-in-law, how can you beat him up?"

"If you don't have that heart, how can I act on you? Can I still force you to fail?"

"You're called Hu Chuanman!" Fujiwara Xingkong cursed, and lay down beside her, and the two continued to talk about some infinite issues.

The wind blowing in from outside the window was very soft, and the sunlight sprinkled through the curtains was refracted by the floor and turned into a strange and unclear tone.

When it was noon, it started to rain again. A group of pigeons came from nowhere, and cried for a while on the wooden boards in the corridor outside the window.

In a very pleasant atmosphere, the two yawned at the same time, quietly and indoors, and slowly sounded a deep snoring sound.