The original god of the Jyota Jinchūriki

Chapter 271: Festival in Progress

"Ying, why didn't you go in and wait for me? Didn't the festival start a long time ago?"

There was still a short distance to the festival, and when Zaoyou pointed out the way and told him to go straight ahead to reach the festival, Ruojin unexpectedly discovered that Ying was actually standing beside a big tree waiting for him, and next to her was a white-haired girl. From the girl's aristocratic temperament, Ruojin could easily tell that the girl in front of him should be Kamisato Ayaka, the eldest daughter of the Kamisato family that Ying had often mentioned these days.

Seeing Ruojin coming over, Ying, who was playing and joking with Paimeng, returned to her usual sloppy state. After waiting for a while, she put her hands on her waist and answered in a sloppy manner.

"There are so many people at the festival today. I was just worried that you wouldn't be able to find me. I made two beautiful young girls wait for you for so long. I think you should treat us, Ruojin."

"Haha, I would like to treat you, but I have almost spent all the Mora I have, so I really can't take it out."

Ruojin pretended to be poor and spread his hands to indicate that he didn't have a Mora on him. Ying, who had visited the shop where Ruojin bought the Mora, looked at Ruojin's nonchalant look and felt a headache for Hu Tao. Poor Master Hu.

Ying felt that if Ruojin was allowed to continue like this, he would not be long from becoming the second Zhongli. Tsk, one Zhongli was enough for Hu Tao to deal with, and if there was another one, Wangsheng Hall would probably go bankrupt.

"Alright, alright. The expenses for today's festival will be paid by our Kamisato family."

When Linghua saw Ruojin and Ying arguing, she generously said that she would cover all the expenses. The Kamisato family didn't care about this small amount of money, and using a little money to increase Ruojin's favor was not a losing deal.

"Really? Linghua, you are so generous. Unlike Ying, you only gave one bunch of tri-color dumplings to Paimon and ate two for yourself."

"Shut up, Paimon. I don't know who ate three bowls of udon noodles and a serving of butter crab this morning."

After glaring at Paimon, Ying looked at Linghua feeling a little embarrassed. Although she had helped Linghua a few times, she had been eating and drinking for free in the Mulou Teahouse these days. Now Linghua said she wanted to treat her, so Ying naturally felt embarrassed. However, what Ying did not expect was that she would not be able to enjoy the treat that Linghua mentioned, because Thomas had been waiting at the entrance of the festival for a long time.

"Hmph, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. If you want us to leave, I have just observed all the food sold at the festival. Paimon's festival trip has been planned. Let's go!"

Making a face at Ying, Paimon flew in the direction of a certain point first. In order to prevent Paimon from getting lost, Ying immediately chased after him, leaving behind only Wakajin and Kamisato Ayaka, who were meeting each other for the first time.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ruojin, you are really as handsome as the traveler described."

Looking at Ruojin wearing Liyue clothes, Kamisato Linghua smiled slightly with curiosity in her eyes. This man in front of her who looked no different turned out to be a disciple of the immortal. Linghua, who had never seen the Liyue immortal, had many things she wanted to discuss with Ruojin.

If it wasn't the wrong time, Linghua would have taken Ruojin to a secluded corner she had chosen earlier to chat. Linghua was also very curious about Liyue on the other side of the sea. "Miss Linghua, you're too polite. Just call me Ruojin. I've always heard Ying say that Miss Linghua is kind-hearted and beautiful. Now that I've seen her in person, I think it's more appropriate to describe Miss Linghua as beautiful as the moon and the flowers."

Ruojin naturally would not have any ill will towards the eldest lady of the Kamisato family who showed kindness to him. On the contrary, after learning about some of the eldest lady of the Kamisato family's deeds from Ying, Ruojin was quite curious about her.

Although a person who dares to secretly resist the will of God cannot compare to what his elder sister did in the ceremony of summoning the gods, his courage is also worthy of praise. After all, resisting the will of God is not as simple as saying it.

"I'm not as pretty as you say, Ruojin. From now on, Ruojin, just call me Linghua like the travelers. It's getting late, let's go to the festival together. The Inazuma Festival will definitely leave a deep impression on you, Ruojin."

Smiling at Ruojin, with a slightly red face, Linghua walked towards the festival with Ruojin. Since Linghua had changed into clothes she had never worn before going out, no other young ladies from the family recognized her along the way, which made Linghua feel relieved. Next, it was up to Thomas to perform.

At a small udon stall at the festival entrance, Thomas, who was pretending to be a customer observing the crowd, vomited after seeing Paimon and Ying running towards the festival entrance, which scared the udon vendor nearby.

"Are you okay, little brother? You ate too much."

"It's okay, boss. Your udon noodles are so delicious that I couldn't help but eat a little more. I didn't expect to eat so much. I left Mora's words on the table. Ugh, I'll leave first."

After saying that, Thomas retched a few more times and walked towards Ying regardless of the vendor's attempts to persuade him to stay. Due to his special identity, in order to avoid being seen by people around him that he was waiting for someone, Thomas, who had eaten five bowls of udon noodles, now just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He didn't want to see udon noodles for this week, no, he didn't want to see it for this month.

As for the udon vendor, he still hasn't figured out why his udon noodles suddenly became so delicious. What he made was no different from usual.

After thinking for a while, the vendor couldn't figure it out and shook his head, so he put away the Mora on the table. This was too much Mora. Forget it. Next time I meet this guy, I will give him more noodles.

At the entrance of the festival, Ying couldn't help feeling a little emotional as she watched the Shogunate soldiers constantly moving among the crowd and sizing up the people participating in the festival. She had been in Inazuma for three or four days, and during these days she had seen many tragedies that had happened while completing commissions, but the Thunder General didn't seem to care about it.

This scene reminded Ying of the words her friend in the other world often said. If she had the chance, she would definitely ask the Thunder General, "Have you ever thought that friends are no longer friends, and homes are no longer homes? Have you heard the children's cries? Have you felt that the city is falling apart? Have you noticed the successful conspirators grinning?"

Just as Ying was still thinking about the grim smile, she was about to reach the entrance of the festival when she suddenly saw some commotion in the crowd in front of her. She realized that there might be melons to eat. Before Ying could go forward to eat the melons intensively, a sharp and piercing voice rang out from the crowd.

"It's dead!"

(End of this chapter)