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

Chapter 72: Night Talk at Jiuyuan Temple

After a quick glance, Longchuan Che handed the clothes to the other person.

The woman in white is mysophobic, but there is no other way.

Longchuan Che looked at the other person wrapping his body with clothes that still retained his warmth, preventing any of his spring light from leaking out.

The white color is transparent and the woman doesn’t wear much clothes.

The green tea flows on the body, highlighting the skin like a cedar in a winter forest.

Mrs. Takeda's is a little more pink, while Ms. Mochi's is as white as snow.

Looking at Takeda Maki frowning as she tied her clothes around her waist, Ryukawa Toru felt that he had found another difference between the two of them.

This is a cold night scene. There is no moon, but if you look up you can see a sky full of stars.

When they heard the bell strike 106 times, Longchuan Che and his companions got up and climbed the mountain when there was still an hour before midnight.

The young secretary waved to a few people at the front of the crowd. Stars were shining brightly above people's heads. As Longchuan Che and his companions walked higher and higher, they seemed to be slowly falling down at an unreal speed.

"Damn rich people."

Seeing the secretary giving handfuls of money to the people in the front line, Long Chuan Che smacked his lips.

These people who were ranked first were probably those who had been in the cold wind for a long time. Now Takeda Shinki arrived the latest and had the most wealth and power, so she easily took their place.

"Luckily, so am I."

Longchuan Che shamelessly stood at the front position.

The Milky Way is dotted with stars and shining lights, and even the hazy clouds seem to be lit up with silver sand.

There was still some time before the temple opened, and Longchuan Che was chatting happily with the young monk who received them.

“After the extinction of the Tathagata, those who know the causes, conditions and sequence of the sutras spoken by the Buddha will speak them truthfully according to the meaning, just like the brightness of the sun and the moon, which can dispel all darkness?” Long Chuan Che stood at the gate of the temple and stamped his cold feet.

"Is Kuonji a branch of the Nichiren sect?"

Among the young people today, apart from the monks who are full-time monks, who understands this?
Monk Hongping pulled his hand out from under his warm robe and chanted a Buddhist name with one hand.

"The founder of Kuonji Temple was Nichiren Shonin, so it is naturally a Nichiren sect."

The wind at twelve o'clock in the night was extremely cold, and Japanese monks are just professionals.

Although Hongping was entertaining guests, he was holding a small fire stick under his wide monk robe.

Longchuan Che and his companions were frozen like idiots, but he was not cold at all. He looked like a master when he chanted the Buddha's name with one hand.

"Then isn't the only sutra you preach here the Lotus Sutra?" Long Chuan Che rubbed his hands and blew out air, his eyes scanning the toasted rice cakes under the little monk's robe.

The monks at the temple gate don't have so many rules, they also have to maintain order all night.

Longchuan Che looked at the two pieces of golden and crispy rice cakes and felt that the little monk could not finish them.

"Exclusive Dharma, the Lotus Sutra is the perfect and superior Dharma, and the first sutra to be preached at Kuon Temple is of course the Lotus Sutra."

Monk Hongping first showed a look of pride, then looked at Longchuan Toru in surprise.

It’s okay to know about Nichiren Buddhism, but very few people understand its core teachings.

Nichiren Shonin of the Nichiren sect advocated that by chanting "Namo Myoho Renge Kyo" one can obtain the supreme initiation of the wonderful Dharma and achieve liberation. Regardless of good or evil, wise or foolish, everyone can become a Buddha.

Ryuchuan Che's "Lotus Sutra" can be said to have hit the mark of the true Dharma.

"Mr. Longchuan also understands this?"

"I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

Takeda Shinki, who was standing aside waiting for the temple to be opened, had a strange look on her face as she watched Ryukawa Toru trick a little monk into giving her a piece of baked rice cake to eat without leaving any trace.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and the old year was only one bell away.

A white flag was flying in front of the temple gate, and stone lanterns with flickering candles were on both sides. Buddhist scriptures were written everywhere, and Longchuan Che was there tricking the little monk into giving him food.

"How did you become like this? Weren't you quite honest before?"

Takeda Shinki rubbed her nose. She remembered that the last time she came, Ryukawa Toru was still a snotty-nosed guy.

He walked past her carrying a caught stag beetle, with clear stupidity in his eyes.

"How should I know?" Takeda Takako looked submissive. She didn't dare to tell her sister about what had happened during this period. She was embarrassed to say that she had been tricked several times by this seemingly honest man, Ryukawa Toru.

"I told you not to meddle in their family's affairs a long time ago. Look at how he is now."

The woman raised her chin and motioned her sister to look at Longchuan Che.

Takeda Takako looked in the direction where he was looking and saw that Ryukawa Toru had finished eating the piece of rice cake given to him by the little monk, and then quietly took the other monk's fire barrel to roast it.

Monk Hongping's face was flushed, and he was still enthusiastically chatting about the Buddhist teachings.

"Is it similar to what it was nineteen years ago?"

Some people were cheated of all their belongings without realizing it, and they were still eagerly chatting with the smiling young people in front of them.

Takako Takeda was in a trance for a moment and then her expression became depressed.

"Anyway, he didn't study hard in school these years, and he didn't learn his major." Takeda Takako straightened her body, "He is a useless person."

Takeda Maki felt that if there was a ranking of stupidity on this mountain, her sister would definitely be ranked first. "What about the new writers at Shinchosha? Do you think that I, who work at a publishing house, would have no information at all if my competitor made a big move?"

Takeda Maki poked the other person's head as if she was disappointed with him.

"Stupid and dumb, you were deceived by Kujo Nishiko not only for the first time, but also for the second time!"

They have two identical faces, but the elder sister is smart and the younger sister is naive.

It was something that was talked about with great relish back then.

“Alright, alright.” Takeda Takako impatiently slapped the other person’s hand away.

"You're smart. You didn't react at that time."

He clearly did something wrong, but he still acted arrogantly in front of me.

The veins on Takeda Shinki's forehead jumped, and after a while she sighed and said:

"What's past is past. Come back to Tokyo with me and don't worry about anything about that family anymore."

The candlelight of the stone lantern flickered in Takeda Takako's pupils. The woman was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head hesitantly.

"I, I don't want your help. I haven't finished my business with their family yet."

The wind rang the bells and brushed through the woman's hair.

Takeda Maki's eyes slowly turned cold as she looked at her sister, who would bite her lips when she got nervous.

Ryukawa Toru warmed himself up and then came back. When he came back, the people from the Takeda family were still silent.

Akane Takeda was sitting on the steps chatting with her classmates on the phone, while Mrs. Takeda kept her head down.

Takeda Shinki, who had given Ryukawa Toru a set of clothes today, stood on the highest step, looking at her sister coldly, as if they had obviously had a quarrel.

Longchuan Che thought this family was really interesting.

During the New Year, everyone’s face looks uglier than the other.

"Ryukawa Tetsu."

When the boy was about to greet the last bell, Takeda Shinki called him.

The woman was dressed neatly, so she was easier to recognize now.

"Ok?"

Longchuan Che looked up.

"I don't care about anything else," Ryukawa Toru sneered at Takeda Shinki, who he thought was the only normal person in the Takeda family.

“You can’t become a famous writer with me around.”

The mountain wind today seemed particularly cold, and Long Chuan Che rubbed his palms which were beginning to lose temperature again.

"Why? Because of me."

Longchuan Che's eyes swept across the woman's perky buttocks.

Takeda Maki's eyes looked like she was looking at a dead person.

"Akechi Susumu, Kaga Yufu, and Miya Makoto Ichitaro, do you know why I only picked these three people to criticize the Shinchosha interview?"

The kind-hearted person I was looking for was right in front of me.

Longchuan Tetsu widened his eyes and heard the other party continue to say:
"Because they are also the three main judges of this year's Akutagawa Prize."

For a moment, Ryukawa Toru didn't think about what the main review of the Akutagawa Prize had to do with him.

He only saw that the sky was dim and the stars were without light.

Takeda Maki is a big shot that he can never reach no matter how hard he tries.

He can't afford to offend the chief executive of Kodansha, and Taro Ono is also in trouble.

This woman stood at the end of Yanshen Mountain, blocking the people below the mountain and everything else.

Ryukawa Toru didn't know why all the women in the Takeda family seemed to have a grudge against him.

When he wants to ask if he can pat your butt back.

The crowd was in commotion.

Some people lined up from the foot of the ancient temple like Moses parting the sea.

The dense crowds of people were hit on both sides like a wave.

The forest was silent, and the candlelight was bent.

When he saw the old man being led by his own master, Monk Hongping finally remembered why Ryukawa Che looked familiar.

He, the old man in front of him, and the portrait of the woman enshrined at the back of the temple.

Looks very similar.

(End of this chapter)