Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 294: Miss Ye Haolong (Part )
It's raining all the time. It's raining all the time.

Longchuan Che woke up at six in the morning according to his usual biological clock.

Normally at this time he would go out for a morning run, but it was raining outside and he couldn't go out during the group portrait viewing period.

"Natsuko?"

Long Chuan Che calmed down and called out softly.

He had a dream last night. In the dream, when he was two or three years old, he used a lollipop to trick a young lady into becoming his concubine.

It was a strange dream, it seemed like he and the eldest lady had known each other for a long time.

There was no one responding in the room where only the sound of rain could be heard. Longchuan Che gently opened the paper door and found the girl sleeping on the square table outside the house.

The long black hair spread out like a waterfall, and the fair little face was pressed against the edge of the arm, leaving a small red mark.

Longchuan Che thought about it and used his coat to help the other person put it on.

The eldest lady was really a bit like Ye Gong who loved dragons so much that she was afraid to go back to her room to sleep after hearing a horror story.

However, in this place in Kyoto, there is a shrine every three steps and a temple every five steps.

There are too many mysterious and supernatural things. If the young lady knew that the Kamo River not far away was a beheading platform and mass grave in ancient times, Longchuan Che didn't know how wonderful her expression would be.

He gently closed the window that was ajar, and when Longchuan Che went out, he saw an unexpected person.

The one wearing a haori and hunching his body is Ichiro Obi.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Longchuan Che looked around. There was no one in the dormitory in the morning, and he was the only one in the corridor.

"Teacher Longchuan."

This middle-aged scholar looked a little respectful, which was slightly different from the arrogant look he had seen before.

"There were too many people yesterday, so I couldn't talk to you. Please forgive me."

Whether it is said that the one who achieves success comes first, or that the "sketching method" helped this once famous writer to prolong his life.

The writer who wrote the 'modernized' haiku bowed to Ryukawa Tetsu.

Nodding, Longchuan Che did not feel embarrassed just because the other person was older than him.

"Is something wrong?"

Longchuan Che has such a bad reputation now that anyone who gets close to him has to consider whether he will get himself covered in mud.

"Mr. Yufu Kaga wrote a piece called "Tattoo", which will be the first entry for the Tanizaki Junichiro Award."

By now, many people already know why the Tanizaki Junichiro Award was established, and Ichiro Oo came early in the morning to inform the public of the news.

"Tattoo?"

Ryukawa Toru was stunned. The Japanese tattoo art can be traced back to the Ainu people more than 2000 years ago. It is rare to write on this subject, but it depends on the specific content of the creation.

"So fast."

Ryukawa Toru complained that whether it was the special subject matter or the fact that a work was released the day after the Tanizaki Junichiro Award was announced, the chain reactions were all too fast.

“I heard it was an early work, but it has never been published.”

Ichiro Obi answered honestly, he was much more informed than Toru Ryukawa.

After walking through the long corridor, we arrived at a place in the dormitory where monks practice meditation.

Although Nishi Honganji is a hotel-style lodging, it is also a good place for ascetic practice.

The so-called ascetic practice is that in order to experience the temple culture, tourists copy scriptures, chant scriptures, meditate in the lodging according to the temple customs, and sometimes even do some physical labor.

Since Longchuan Che couldn't go out for exercise, he went to the place of meditation and learned from the monks to copy books, which also helped to pass the early morning time.

"Teacher, have you considered how to deal with this matter?"

Ichiro Oobi watched Ryukawa Toru writing. What the other party was copying was the "Amitabha Sutra", one of the three sutras and one treatise of the Pure Land Sect.
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Once the Buddha was in the Jetavana Grove in the country of Savatthi.
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Together with the great bhikkhus, 1,250 persons in total, all of them were great arhats.

The Amitabha Sutra is one of the main scriptures of the Pure Land Sect, which adheres to the theory of rebirth in the Buddha's land.

Ryukawa Tetsu's handwriting is beautiful. The boy thought for a moment and then asked, "Inspector Obi seems to care about me a little too much."

It was understandable for me to reveal a little information to myself, but I was worried that I would be pulled down after winning the Tanizaki Junichiro Award.

Longchuan Che felt that it did not match his impression of this middle-aged man who liked to put on airs.

The young man spoke with some resistance, and when Oo Ichiro was silent, he took out a stack of manuscripts from his arms.

"what is this?"

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows.

“My new book.”

Ichiro Oobi placed the stack of manuscripts with 400 words per page in front of Toru Ryukawa, took two steps back and bowed towards Toru Ryukawa.

"According to the essentials of life sketching, I wrote "The Door" in half a month."

Ryuukawa Tetsu once said that Cat's Eye is not his thing, but now a work called "The Door" is placed in front of him. Ryuukawa Tetsu thought about it and put down his pen.

"Have you figured it out?"

The drizzle outside the window gathered into one, and Long Chuan Che sighed that this world was truly magical.

Ichiro Obi was clearly a colleague with whom he did not get along well, but now that his reputation was in a bad state, he wanted to join him.

He took the other party's master's note and drank a cup of tea from him.

When Longchuan Che returned to his room, the eldest lady had already gotten up.

There was a red mark on her cheek, and she was a little dazed when she saw Longchuan Che coming in.

"Where have you been?"

The eldest lady yawned lazily and looked at Longchuan Che's arms with some curiosity.

The boy was wearing a plain kimono today, looking quite imposing.

"I became a little stronger while you were sleeping. Your habit of sleeping in and staying in bed is not good."

Longchuan Che did not answer the other party's question, but threw the "Gate" and the "Amitabha Sutra" he copied in the morning on the table.

Having someone under your tutelage means that your status is getting higher and higher, but there are also many things to do accordingly.

Admonitions, rule-making, and revision of texts also need to be done frequently.

"Where did it come from?"

Natsuko Imamura knelt in front of the small square table and casually flipped through the work called "The Door".
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The door of home, the door of heart, the door of Buddhism, the door of Dharma.
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The purpose of the "door" is to isolate some people.

The behavior is quite loose, with a touch of realism.

"Ichiro Kobi gave it to me. He asked me to help him take a look."

"You accepted him as a student?"

Natsuko Imamura was a little curious. Normally, such an unpublished manuscript would not be handed over to unfamiliar people.

"Charisma."

Longchuan Che shrugged his shoulders a little cocky, and the young lady made a vomiting gesture.

In addition to the novel selection for the Group Portrait Award, there is one more thing to do today.

Ichiro Oo's "The Gate" tells the story of an ordinary civil servant, Sosuke, and his wife Ami.

The two have a complicated relationship and for various reasons live a secluded life in modern society.

They were abandoned by society, and they also abandoned society, carefully restraining their desires.

The novel was very interesting. Longchuan Che held up his face to read it, and after a long time he remembered something.

"By the way, don't forget about me."

The eldest lady was combing her hair nearby, and Ryukawa Toru remembered that Oo Ichiro said there would be a press conference for submissions for the Tanizaki Junichiro Award today.

(End of this chapter)