This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple focused his gaze, and just wanted to take a closer look at the appearance of the maidens and priests in the water.

But it is a pity that the terrible sight in the water only appeared for a moment and disappeared.

Beichuan Temple went down the trail and came to the front of the shrine.

In sight, there is an indescribable ancient shrine building.

The scarlet stone pillars, the surface of the Zhubai wall has appeared black marks, the surface seems to have been burned by fire, and some places are still exposed with cracks.

Wooden fence, one or two meters of eaves are projected outward.

But now, the faint candlelight was shining in the shrine that was supposed to be empty.

Beichuan Temple doesn't care about such things.

He tilted his head up wrongly, and squinted his eyes to look around.

He didn't plan to enter the shrine to explore now, but just groping around the periphery is not a big problem.

"That's it?" Beichuan Temple stared, just to see the stone platform placed on the wooden road of the shrine.

On the stone platform are enshrined flowers with petals drawn upward.

The general shape of this flower is similar to water lily, but it does not have the clean and pure feeling of water lily.

On the contrary, its overall shape has a coquettish beauty.

"I saw this flower on the torii stone just now." Beichuan Temple couldn't help but groan.

This is probably the goddess body enshrined in the Shinto Shrine.

Beichuan Temple stood up and pulled his neckline, and took another look at the weather.

He has walked all the way and has repeated the action of watching the weather many times.

After a while, Beichuan Temple's thoughtful voice sounded:

"It seems that it is indeed going to rain."

The time at Beichuan Temple's Dema Miyamoto's home is more than five o'clock in the morning, and now it's more than eleven o'clock, but the sky is still dark, and there is no clear meaning to it.

That's probably the only way to explore today. It's better to go down the mountain quickly before the heavy rain arrives.

Beichuan Temple took a deep look at the Shinto Shrine behind it.

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The heavy rain soon poured down.

This was really a heavy rain that was hard to see, and it was said that the sky had broken through a big hole without any problems.

The rainwater forms a rain curtain, which reduces the visibility ahead and also makes the road under your feet muddy.

On some ground with slippery moss, if you step on it carelessly, you will slip.

If you were on the edge of the mountain when you slipped, you might fall off the cliff directly.

In fact, accidents in the wild are all these trivial details.

The rain hit the Beichuan Temple’s winter clothes with a heavy pattering noise.

He put on the winter hat and put on the hood of the winter clothes, but his ears still felt a biting chill.

Beichuan Temple stopped and let out a deep breath, but it was blown away by the violent mountain breeze in an instant.

He was already wet by the sudden heavy rain, and his cold clothes were tightly attached to him.

An indescribable heavy atmosphere was suppressed in the air.

In such an environment, Beichuan Temple seems to be able to hear

The mountain is crying.

The mountain is crying.

The mountain seemed to call him to stop and merge with the mountain.

The darkness of life lingered.

The whisper in the ear was blown away by the gale in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

Beichuan Temple did not relax, and walked firmly down the mountain.

At the same time, he maximizes his five senses. If there is an accident like a mountain collapse, he can definitely avoid it easily.

In this way, Beichuan Temple stopped and walked all the way, and walked back into the village of God at about one hour later.

He found a house that was dry and not leaking, and he heard the voice of Asamiya forever as soon as the fire started.

"Temple! Are you okay?" Ma Gong Yongshi held a large stack of kimonos in his arms and floated into the house from the door.

"It's not too bad. It's just a bit stiff."

Beichuan Temple let out a white breath and responded palely.

"Really?" Asamiya nodded in peace forever.

In the cold winter, if you go forward with a load for two hours, ordinary people would have long been unable to hold on.

But Beichuan Temple’s body is just a little stiff and tingling. From this point, it can be seen that the hexaploid physique given by the system is not a fake.

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Beichuan Temple poured out everything in the backpack.

Although Beichuan Temple bought waterproof flashlights, it was difficult to withstand such torture. All three of them could not be lit.

As the key protection object of Beichuan Temple, mobile phones seem to have no major problems and can still be used.

Compressed biscuits are okay because of the packaging, and you can eat them.

As for the sleeping bags, Beichuan Temple no longer plans to ask for them.

Anyway, there is a lot of money on hand now, there is no need to save in this area.

Thinking like this, he raised his hand to close the door, and took off his clothes one by one without anyone else.

"" Ma Gong Yongshi watched Beichuan Temple's movements, but his eyes flashed, but he didn't yell.

If you wear soaked clothes all the time, the heat from your body will also be taken away by the clothes. This is common sense.

Fortunately, Beichuan Temple was not a gangster either. He still had some concerns about the pitiful Nishikujo and Asamiya’s eternal life, leaving a pair of shorts on him.

Asamiya stood respectfully on one side forever.

She waited for Beichuan Temple to wrung out all the clothes and hung them beside the fire to bake, then walked up with her head lowered and stepped up: "Temple, please use these."

Beichuan Temple is a bit strange.

The kimono sent by Asamiya Eternal Life was very clean, and there was no such thing as mildew on it.

But because of this, he was a little puzzled: "Where did your clean kimono come from?"

"Hmm." Asamiya Ease lowered his head uncomfortably: "These are my kimonos during my lifetime and are some clothing full of memories. Moreover, I have been in the kimono for nine years. I also need some entertainment, just Take them out often to dry and wash."

Women are really strange creatures.

Beichuan Temple couldn't help but sigh.

For example, Ma Gong Yongshi has obviously become a female ghost, but he still loves things like clothes.

Out of politeness, Beichuan Temple thanked him: "Thank you very much."

Beichuan Temple has no women's addiction, but it is not a pedantic person.

The most important thing is to restore body temperature.

He simply draped the snow-white kimono that Asamiya had worn forever, and he leaned to the fire to keep warm.

Asamiya knelt down and sat down beside Beichuan Temple respectfully and gracefully forever, his illusory face gleaming charmingly under the reflection of the firelight.

The two did not continue to talk, and the atmosphere condensed.

For a time, there was no other sound except the sound of the poor West Kyujo trembling arms and legs and the dense raindrops hitting the eaves.

After a while, Beichuan Temple recovered a little before speaking:

"Don't you want to ask me some questions?"

"Monarch Temple."

Asamiya is always gentle and obedient: "Facing a man who has just escaped from a dangerous situation, it is the best choice for a woman to stay silent by his side."

As she said, she blinked her beautiful eyes at Beichuan Temple: "Don't you think it should be like this?"