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

Chapter 389 The Incomplete Part 2 of "The Ancient Capital"
Ono Taro felt like the sun had risen in the west today.

His arch-nemesis actually invited him to dinner today.

Inside Muroyasu and Taro Ono.

The two of them have been at odds for many years.

It wasn't until the chief editor arrived at the location that he realized it wasn't quite like that.

"Was it your teacher who contacted me?"

The two arrived at Tsukiji Honganji Temple in Chuo Ward.

Next to it is Japan's largest seafood market, and the temple is in the heart of the bustling city, yet from a distance it has a sense of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle.

"Let's go."

Shi An sneered inwardly, thinking that the idea of ​​inviting him to dinner was simply wishful thinking.

Tsukiji Honganji Temple is famous for its ancient Indian style.

This ancient temple was damaged in the Great Kanto Earthquake and was later rebuilt with the help of the monk Kohei.

Tsukiji Honganji Temple belongs to the Jodo Shinshu sect, which, strictly speaking, has little connection with Kohei's Shingon sect.

As soon as Ono Taro walked in, he saw Hirohei talking to the temple's steward.

Having weathered many storms, Tsukiji Honganji Temple is now more like a business establishment than a Buddhist temple.

There are restaurants and cafes.

Inviting others over is not considered impolite.

"Mr. Gong Cheng is really busy."

Even though I only made a brief appearance, several groups of people came in to say hello.

Ono Taro entered the Japanese-style room and greeted the monk Kohei.

The setting sun on the horizon burned with the lingering heat of summer, and from afar, the burning sun hung on the golden roof of the temple.

Sunlight filtered through the golden roof, casting a golden-red glow. The old monk nodded gently to Ono Taro.

He's quite easygoing.

Ono Taro muttered to himself.

In fact, Hirohira himself is practically perfect in some respects.

They had no bad habits or vices, and for decades they worked tirelessly to mend and repair this country.

but now…

Ono Taro sighed, thinking of the bustling scene before entering the temple.

"What brings you here?"

The monk Hongping wouldn't contact him for no reason, and the two didn't have any private conversations.

Ono Taro's gaze fell on the old man's cheeks, where the age spots were so deep that Ono Taro subconsciously softened his tone.

Most people in this country respect themselves, Monk Hongping smiled and said:
"The Writers Association submitted an application this afternoon."

The old man spoke calmly, his gentle voice carrying a hint of vicissitude.

"Apply?"

Ono Taro was stunned.

The Japanese Writers' Association was originally a non-governmental organization.

It was founded by the monk Hongping and He Chushu.

They used to chat and organize literary activities, but it wasn't nearly as influential as it is now.

"Your teacher is seriously ill, so I'm the one who has to handle all of this now."

Ono Taro's teacher was Kujo Fujitaka, one of the two old men, a chairman and a vice-chairman.

Ono gave an awkward smile.

"Even if the teacher isn't seriously ill, I'll still need to trouble you to handle most things."

Kujo Fujitaka only holds the title of honorary chairman in the Writers' Association, and most matters can only be handled properly by the monk Kohei.

Writers value their reputation and face; without someone like Hongping to keep things in check, the Writers' Association would be a disorganized mess.

Not having time to chat with the younger generation about the intricacies of the Writers' Association, Hongping took out a piece of paper.

"Ryu...Kawa Tetsu...Application to withdraw from the Writers' Association..."

Taro Ono read it out word by word, and then felt like his world was about to collapse.

The Writers Association's identity information is equivalent to a writer's ID card. Monk Hongping is trying to cancel Longchuan's registration!

"Don't look at my teacher like that."

Muroyasu knew exactly what Ono Taro was up to the point that he could tell just by looking at him, so he quickly moved closer to his teacher.

At this moment, Ono Taro looked hesitant but his eyes were fierce. Muroyasu had no doubt that the other party might attack his teacher.

The news headline "A well-known editor got into a fight with Seiichi Taro Miyagi" is giving Muroya staff a headache.

"Yes…"

The old monk didn't speak, but Shi An glanced at the setting sun outside and said, "It was your contracted author who sent the letter to inquire."

When Muroyasu said this, he seemed a little dazed.

Longchuan Che.

Is that young author, who has garnered attention since the publication of his book, about to leave Japan?

Although there was some internal discord between Muroyasu and his opponent, their literary philosophies were completely at odds.

but…

Looking at the setting sun in the west from inside Muroya, I always had a feeling that this shouldn't be happening.

"Longchuan-jun himself?"

Ono Taro paused for a moment, then picked up the paper and began to examine it carefully.

The process of withdrawing from the Japan Writers Association is cumbersome; this is just a sample form that Tatsukawa Toru requested to be printed and sent over.

"Oh…"

Knowing that it was Tatsukawa Tetsu himself who made the request, Ono Taro suddenly stopped being in a hurry.

He believed he had a good relationship with the other party, and that the other party wouldn't make such a big decision without saying a word.

"You just...?"

Ono wasn't in a hurry, but those inside Muroyasu were.

Long Chuanche is a domestic author after all, so why is he suddenly going to Ireland?

"Are you worried that when Long Chuanche returns to China to debate legal principles, it won't look good for him to be known as an Irish writer?"

Ono Taro immediately understood why the other person was in such a hurry.

It's not because the country is about to lose that young literary figure.

However, after receiving the Jun'ichirō Tanizaki Award, Tatsukawa Toru will inevitably return to Japan.

That young author, who already occupies the throne of classical literature, will reconsider with Hongping and the country who will go further on the path of classical literature.

"Don't you have any sense of national honor?! You bastard!"

Ono Taro's indifferent attitude angered Muroyasu.

Originally, no matter how much trouble Long Chuanche caused, he could still claim it was an internal domestic dispute.

However, once he actually joins Ireland and becomes a citizen of Ireland…

Muroya glanced at his teacher.

"Then it's all over."

The well-dressed Shi An looked at his teacher and muttered to himself.

Normally, no matter how much trouble there is, it can be said to be a literary dispute within the country. But what if my teacher couldn't withstand the pressure and lost to Ryukawa Toru?

The true lineage of Japanese literature lies in Ireland!

The thought of this scenario gave the staff inside the company a headache.

"I don't care what he thinks, but what do you think?"

Just as Muroyasu understands Ono, Ono understands Muroyasu just as well.

He wouldn't care which country Ryukawa Tetsu was an author from, but the monk Hongping in front of him was different.

The old man's ordination scars were tinged with a dark gold by the sunlight, and Ono Taro could hardly believe that he could feel like he had lost.

This old man embodies fifty years of Japan's rise and fall, and at this moment, the enormous setting sun sinks behind him.

The setting sun cast its golden rays upon the old man, bathing him in a dazzling golden light.

“Bring him back.”

The old man uttered only these four simple words, which, combined with the Buddhist golden roof behind him, gave Ono Taro a sense of awe that sent chills down his spine.

"Why should I listen to you?"

Taro Ono suppressed his heart palpitations, determined to stand by Tatsukawa Tetsu's side no matter what he wanted to do.

"Didn't he say I was hypocritical and pedantic?"

The old monk looked at the two tattered books on the table: one was "The Golden Pavilion," and the other was "The Ancient Capital."

“Bring him to Kyoto’s Kyo-ō-gokoku-ji Temple to find me.”

The monk Hongping got up in the small Japanese-style room, and shadows slowly filled the room.

"You beat me..."

The aged, decaying literary giant touched the covers of "Golden Pavilion" and "Ancient Capital".

"The Japanese literary world belongs to him."

The old man's words made Ono Taro's eyes light up.

That kind.

With a swish,
It lights up.

(End of this chapter)