"Don't worry, the temple will not appear in this kind of background. Judging from the looks of passers-by, you can tell that supernatural incidents have spread to the point where people around you are starting to panic." He Qin also held a bat fan and wore a The color of Wen Zheliu's hunting clothes is the same as that of Wen Zheliu. They are both snow-white on the outside and dark green on the single clothes. But when Wen Zheliu wears it, he looks gentle and brilliant, with a warm and soft feeling. When he wears it, he looks cold and upright, like a snow-colored blade. The cold light reflected, "Let's get out of this area first."
Du Zijun waved the royal coin in his hand, which he had just picked up, and said, "I just rent a car for a lot of money. No matter how scared I am, I don't believe that you can't let ghosts push you around if you have money."
At this time, they had already reached the main road. The bluestone slabs were spread out wide. Opposite them was a large river flowing with waves. The autumn sunshine shone on it, turning the river surface into a brocade with sparkling golden light. There were boats hidden on the river. Coming and going, there are still smoke curling up in the distance, faintly scattered in the blue sky.
"How about taking a boat?" Xie Yuanyuan asked.
Wen Zheliu: "Taking a boat is too slow. It's better to go to a place with more people."
A few people walked along the road for another half an hour. Pedestrians kept passing by on the way, and they couldn't help but stop and look at them up and down with surprised eyes. Whenever Zheliu wanted to go up and inquire, the passers-by saw the priest's attire and seemed to know exactly where they were going. They waved their hands hurriedly and ran away without looking back.
"Damn," Qiu Laohu said, making his forehead sweat, and his heart felt hot. Hearing the broken willow made him depressed to death, "What's going on?"
He Qin laughed, hugged him around the waist, opened the bat fan with a "pop" sound, covered their faces, and kissed Zheliu's soft skin openly and openly on the street where people were coming and going. Lips.
"Don't be angry, be good," he said, "I'll let my brother figure it out for you."
Wen Zheliu's face suddenly turned red, and the heat in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant. He Qin looked at his bright eyes and couldn't help the burning love in his heart. Before his lips were separated too far, he moved closer to her. For a moment.
The sun shines through the smooth and white fan, casting hazy and warm light and shadow on the cheeks. We are still young and energetic, and the delicious smell of my lover dominates my nose. I can't stand it immediately after smelling the broken willow. He reluctantly adjusted his pants, blushed and whispered: "Stop kissing, let's go..."
He Qin gently cupped the side of the boy's fair neck and smelled the dry and warm breath of the skin. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. Although he wanted to suck on it now and leave a possessive mark there, he still Kankan suppressed his desire and said with a hoarse laugh: "It's up to you."
As for Du Zijun in front, he had already walked away with Xie Yuanyuan expressionless.
A few people just walked to the bustling neighborhood without paying attention to the surprised looks of passers-by. He Qin raised his head, looked back and forth, and led the three of them into a shop that wholesaled cotton, linen, and silk. He immediately attracted the shopkeeper.
Wen Zheliu glanced up inadvertently and saw the three elegant and simple words "White Wooden House" scalded on the brown wooden board.
"Several...respected adults..." The shopkeeper was wearing a mouse-grey half-length haori and looked very simple. Tsukiyo's hair was tied very low, "I wonder if you are here..."
He Qin didn't care about his hesitant and concealing appearance. He stretched out his long and beautiful palm from his arms, as if holding something in vain, and handed it to the shopkeeper.
At this time, the white wooden house was completely surrounded by women selecting clothing materials in the shop, boys and apprentices greeting customers, and all kinds of passers-by who came to watch the excitement at the door.
During the Edo period, the door-to-door selling method of silk and satin shops has been extended to all parts of the country and has become a very special sales method. The shopkeepers of these large-scale stores usually go to the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles with the clothing materials of the season, and learn about the family history and member composition of these major customers, so as to strengthen the relationship between buyers and sellers and maintain long-term business. contacts.
He Qin chose this place not out of some random whim.
In front of him, the priest with a handsome face, a smiling face and unfathomable eyes stretched out a hand towards him. Even though his heart felt hairy and his back felt cold, the shopkeeper had to raise his hands tremblingly in a respectful gesture of acceptance. look like.
He trembled, feeling the cold eyes of the witch on the side looking at him, like a god looking down on all living beings, "Please, please give me your orders..."
He Qin was still smiling, and his affectionate eyes seemed to be filled with the peach blossoms of spring in March. He glanced around lazily, which made the crowd exclaim in uncontrollable exclamation. The woman covered her red cheeks with her sleeves.
Wen Zheliu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she could only glare at him, telling him to stop flying around, as he was getting jealous, and He Qin looked back begging for mercy. His expression was relaxed and comfortable, but the movements of his hands were unambiguous. As he twisted his knuckles, the onlookers saw the slightest trace of golden light disappearing. The next moment, countless gold particles crushed into shape flew up and were spread out at the shopkeeper. A clear and sweet heavy rain pours from the palm of my hand!
The onlookers opened their mouths wide and let out bursts of unbelievable exclamations. The shopkeeper was also stunned. He held his breath for a moment, opened his eyes hurriedly, and stared at the gold that had grown into a small mountain in his hand.
"Holy shit," Du Zijun couldn't help but cursed in a low voice, "This is such a fucking slut!"
The gold coins distributed by the system all have a uniform cast shape and weight, and they are also stamped with flower-shaped steel seals. Taking them one by one will obviously make the normal-minded NPCs in front of them suspicious. But I don’t know how He Qin did it. He actually crushed several gold coins in his palm and sprinkled them out like rain!
"I know the rules of your business," He Qin said with a calm smile on his lips. This nouveau riche behavior of throwing gold at people also gave off a wanton aura of money floating around, "No. When doing business with strangers, the right way is to talk carefully and make decisions slowly, but if you have a lot of money and go into the store to buy in bulk, I am afraid that not only will it not be popular, but it will be despised."
Wen Zheliu Xindao, you are joking, brother! In this era, normal people's concept of heavy money is to stuff a few small coins into a bag and it will be worth it. You can't spend it so much!
"I think Brother He is like the faceless man in Spirited Away..." Xie Yuanyuan whispered.
The shopkeeper was trembling, shaking his head repeatedly and stumbling when he spoke: "S-Sir, this, this..."
"-But, we are not here to buy cloth." Regardless of his incoherent panic, He Qin leaned forward slightly, the smile on his lips faded, and he looked down at the shopkeeper's sweating face with a sense of oppression, "We want to rent your store once Ox cart, going to Asakusa.”
Asakusa.
These two words seemed to have a magic power like "you know who". For a moment, the crowd was silent. The shopkeeper's face, which was hot and red because of the gold, seemed to have been splashed with ice water. He suddenly calmed down and gradually revealed a look of panic. .
"Do you know where we are going?" Wen Zheliu asked. He smiled pleasantly. Unlike He Qin's overly aggressive aura, he was like a small sun, making the room glow. The illusion, "Just take us across Azuma Bridge to the vicinity of that mansion, and all the gold will be yours."
After a pause, he added: "Don't be afraid, we will protect you."
Perhaps it was the Onmyoji's promise to protect him, or perhaps it was the power of money - Wen Zheliu was more inclined to believe this - the shopkeeper finally agreed to He Qin's conditions, agreed to hitch a ride on the store's ox cart, and take them there. Asakusa.
He looked frightened, fearing that the ox cart would stain the clothes of the onmyoji. However, in the Edo period, only samurai with an annual salary of two hundred koku were qualified to ride horses. Naturally, they would not care whether the ox cart was dirty or not. It would be nice to have someone to lead the way.
The bullock cart moved forward slowly, leaving the white wooden house under the gazes and comments of passers-by. On the way, Wen Zheliu opened the entrustment document and thought: "Goto Qianli...is this surname considered a noble surname?"
He Qin said: "The Five Islands can only be regarded as the national branch of the outer daimyo, and cannot enter the power center of the Edo shogunate."
Xie Yuanyuan said blankly: "What is a foreign name... a national branch?"
He Qin closed the bat fan and said with a smile: "Everyone has lived in the mountains for a long time, so it is normal not to understand these things. The external daimyo is the daimyo who surrendered to the Tokugawa family after Tokugawa Ieyasu became the general to conquer the barbarians. The public is different. The military officer titles established under the names of Toyotomi Hideyoshi and Oda Nobunaga are daimyo produced purely by the lords of the country... However, there is no need to know these, and they will not prevent us from completing the commission."
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The shopkeeper was driving the bullock cart in front. When he heard He Qin talking about the heroes of the past in such a casual and ordinary tone, he couldn't help but be frightened. He asked tremblingly: "This happened to Mrs. Goto's mansion. I heard that the official sent a special order." The priest has come to ward off the ghosts, you... aren't you the official priest?"
Hearing that, Zheliu's heart trembled, knowing that the so-called Onmyoji sent by the government might be another team to fight against them, but he still rushed in front of He Qin and said calmly: "It's just a grass-roots team in the countryside. , the incompetent descendant of the Ashiya faction is not worthy of official dispatch, but is just a private commission from Mrs. Goto."
"Oh! You are Ashiya Michitoshi's...!" The shopkeeper immediately became energetic. As the only legendary figure who could compete with the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei, Ashiya Michizumi usually appears in legends as both good and evil. According to rumors, compared to the elegant and mysterious Abe Seimei, his unruly character seems to be closer to the real life of the people. Suddenly meeting a descendant of Ashiya, the shopkeeper couldn't help but talk a lot.
"Speaking of Mrs. Goto... Hey, there are quite a lot of hidden secrets in this!" The shopkeeper shook his head, but He Qin sat up slightly, and his thoughts finally came to him. He pretended to be casual and asked: "Oh? What's the hidden secret? ?”
The shopkeeper said: "Mrs. Goto is indeed the daughter of the Goto Daimyo, but her former husband's family is a very prominent family. I don't know if you know, but that is the youngest son of the Hisamatsu family..."
He Qin frowned and immediately said: "A relative of Tokugawa?"
"Hey!" The shopkeeper was not as bold as him and coughed hurriedly, "Yes, it's General Tokugawa's mother's house!"
Hearing this, Wen Zheliu also reacted: "Even if her husband dies, she must be a very noble lady. How did she end up here?"
Du Zijun played with the diamond-shaped ribbon hanging from the imperial coin, and also interjected: "Near Asakusa is Yoshiwara, Japan's No. 1 Flower Street. A woman of her status should not live here."
"Although that's what I say..." A gust of cold wind blew by, and even though it was a bright sunny day, the shopkeeper still shivered involuntarily, "But she didn't know what she had done. Even her husband's surname was taken away. I couldn’t call him Chisato Hisamatsu, I had to go back to my real name Chisato Goto, and then I arrived in Asakusa, and then the place started to be haunted... "
"How long?" He Qin asked.
The shopkeeper shook his head and sighed: "It's been so many years, so many years! All the people in Asakusa have fled, and we only dare to live peacefully across the Azuma Bridge. It is said that the river god of the Sumida River has stopped the ghosts and gods who are causing trouble there... It must have become more and more popular in these years. It’s serious, even Yoshihara’s business has been affected, so the officials allowed her to submit a post to invite Onmyoji-sama, and also sent a priest from the palace.”
What he said was a bit obscene. Several people looked at each other and knew that the inside story must not be simple.
The Daimyo Lady, who was exiled from the center of power and has been isolated from the world, lives here silently. The decree of the shogunate seems to force her not to contact the outside world, even if the residents near Asakusa have been trapped for many years. It wasn't until the ghost incident spread to the surrounding Yoshiwara area that they allowed the widow to hand over an invitation for Onmyoji to come here to cure the ghosts.
What on earth did this Mrs. Goto, whom she had never met but heard her name, do to make the central authority of Edo make such an inhumane decision
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