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

Chapter 71: It seems that there are twins with telepathic connection

The 78th bell of the day rang out from a distant temple.

Takeda Maki did not leave, after all, it was a day for the family reunion.

"Let's go out to eat."

The woman looked around. Although this was where her sister lived, she obviously would not eat here where even the sofa was covered with her clothes.

"There are so many things going on."

Takeda Takako grumbled something, but still went upstairs obediently to change into casual clothes.

Even Longchuan Che, who slapped the other person, was invited to the painted MPV business car.

The sound of bells in the distance struck the setting sun, and the burnt-out sun descended to the horizon through the pine forest.

The sunset glowed brilliantly, the clouds rolled and surged, and the car from Tokyo passed the whistle train and stopped at the foot of a high mountain.

"Kyuonji?"

Longchuan Che got out of the car and looked up at this familiar place.

The bell ringing sound near Yamanashi comes from here. Under the loud and clear sound, a group of travelers have already come to pray for the first time in the morning.

According to the Japanese New Year custom, the bell is rung 108 times on the first night of the new year, and people go to shrines and temples to worship on the first day of the new year.

"It's just right for me to visit the shrine after dinner, and after that I should leave."

Takeda Shinki answered Ryukawa Toru's question indifferently, and at the same time took two things from the car and handed them to Ryukawa Toru and Takeda Takako.

"I have it too?"

Long Chuan Che was stunned.

The other party brought something like New Year's gifts. The boy didn't expect that apart from the deceitful Mrs. Takeda and the bad-tempered Takeda Akane, there were normal people in the Takeda family.

After handing the small package to Ryukawa Toru, Takeda Shinki did not say anything. She glanced at Takeda Takako and walked towards the "shukubo" among the monks who came out to greet her.

The Shukubo is the place where the temple receives guests. Normally, there should be no seats available in the Shukubo of Kuonji Temple, the head temple of the Nichiren sect, tonight.

But Takeda Shinki is clearly not within the normal range.

"Your sister is quite nice."

With the monk leading the way and the servant chatting, Ryukawa Toru opened the package wrapped in the gift box and nudged Mrs. Takeda who was walking with him.

Takeda Takako was obviously very accustomed to the feeling of being served by others. She occasionally nodded to the monks who introduced her. After hearing what Ryukawa Toru said, she snorted twice in annoyance, obviously not agreeing with what Ryukawa Toru said.

Evening drum and morning bell.

Kuonji Temple is surrounded by the nature of Yamanashi Prefecture. Led by the temple affairs, Ryukawa Toru and his companions came to a small house on the mountainside.

"You can rest here before the temple opens, but you need to queue up in order to worship and pray."

The temple attendant brought the few people over, put his hands together, bowed respectfully, and then left a young monk to serve them.

"Shizune, go make some arrangements."

The temple staff left, and Takeda Shinki, who was obviously in a hurry, obviously would not wait in line. Ryukawa Toru saw her asking her secretary to take her wallet and walk towards the closed temple gate in advance.

The first stick of incense in the Japanese New Year has a strong blessing connotation, and some people are already queuing there.

"It's nice to have money."

Seeing that the other party obviously wanted to solve the problem with money, Longchuan Che shrugged enviously.

The other party came here and gave a set of kimonos to Toru Ryukawa and Akane Takeda, and a set of cosmetics to Takako Takeda.

Ryukawa Toru estimated that the total value would not be less than 100 million yen.

Sandalwood was lit in the room, and the atmosphere among the women of the Takeda family was not very cheerful. After eating soba noodles, Ryukawa Toru chatted with the young monk under the eaves.

"Are there so many people on New Year's Eve every year?" Long Chuan Che pointed at the endless stream of pilgrims coming down the mountain.

The sky had become completely dark, and the morning star was faintly shining in the darkness.

People wearing kimonos and cotton jackets formed a long line that stretched from the foot of the mountain to the top like a winding snake.

"It's already considered a small amount." The monk who had just graduated from the monastic school put his palms together, looked at the handsome young man in front of him and smiled:

"There were more people in the past few years, but things are better now."

"It's been nineteen years."

Looking at the spreading pilgrims, Longchuan Che's eyes were a little dazed.

The biggest event in Japan's recent history was the economic bubble nineteen years ago.

The financial crisis has caused incomes to shrink.

The crisis, like a cold winter, has forced many people to put their spiritual hopes on supernatural things.

"You look familiar to me." The young monk put his palms together and looked Longchuan Che left and right. He always felt that he had seen this face somewhere.

"Looks familiar?" Longchuan Che was stunned. He looked at Jiuyuan Temple, where he had seen several times, and was about to say something.

There was a clang.

There was a sound of porcelain breaking coming from the Japanese-style room.

'A fight broke out?'

When he heard the loud collision sound in the Japanese-style room, Longchuan Che's eyes lit up.

The young monk watched Ryukawa Toru excitedly rush into the Japanese-style room, clasp his hands together and chant "Amitabha".

This guy looks friendly, but why does he seem to be someone who just likes to watch the fun?

"It's Chinese New Year, we're here anyway."

Longchuan Che walked into the house while trying to stop the fight.

The expected scene of the woman pulling her hair did not appear. The green cup fell to the ground, and Takeda Akane, with an embarrassed look on her face, used a tissue to wipe Takeda Shinki's trouser legs.

The claw marks on his butt weren't gone yet, and now the tea was poured all over him.

Takeda Shinki frowned, looking somewhat helpless.

This woman can remain emotionally stable when facing both Ryukawa Toru and Takeda Akane, except when facing her own sister.

Longchuan Che took two steps forward and asked in a low voice what was wrong.

"I just accidentally spilled the tea."

Takeda Takako said this with a hint of gloating.

"You have a bad relationship with your sister?" Looking at Takeda Takako's smile, Ryukawa Toru asked curiously.

Compared to Takeda Shinki's calmness, Takeda Takako was smiling happily just because the other party was in trouble. Ryukawa Toru felt that the two people's qi-cultivation skills were completely on different levels.

"Can you lend me your coat?"

The secretary had not returned yet, and the mother and daughter of the Takeda family were both wearing thin clothes. Takeda Shinki looked at Ryukawa Toru, who was wearing a sweater and a coat.

The woman's face glowed white under the light.

It was a bit like moonlight shining among the pine forests and snowfields. Longchuan Che inexplicably thought of the line in "Snow Country": "The vast Milky Way hangs before my eyes, as if it wants to embrace the vast earth in the night with its naked body. It is so beautiful that it makes people breathtaking.

Longchuan Toru gave the clothes to Takeda Takako while she was looking at him, saying, "If you dare to give her the clothes, I will fight you when I get back."

The other party gave him a valuable gift today and would only borrow it for a while.

Don't pay attention to Mrs. Takeda's threatening look.

Walking towards Takeda Shinki, Ryukawa Toru suddenly discovered something strange.

The overturned teacup soaked the woman's clothes, and the light blue shirt stuck tightly to her lower abdomen.

Under the dim light, the woman's abdomen was white and soft.

Longchuan Che saw a lavender mark on the other person's belly.

That location, that size.

It seems to be the same position as the last time he painted the plum blossom?
(End of this chapter)