This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Chapter 129: .Cages

"The truth?" Ma Gong stood behind Beichuan Temple forever, with a look of surprise.

Beichuan Temple did not answer, just glanced around.

He raised his head and scanned the past, and he could clearly see the traces of the huge mudslide.

The mud-rock flow rolled off the steep **** of the mountain, leaning down, and the huge kinetic energy and potential energy were enough to tear and shatter anything blocking it, and the road up the mountain was also covered and flattened.

At least from the perspective of Beichuan Temple, the road mentioned by Asamiya Eternal Life has been completely buried. Looking up further is the gloomy God Zhushan.

Here, as a spiritual realm for worship, it is the place where gods reside in the village and all legends spread.

Green hills, strange rocks, lingering mist and waterfalls rushing down.

Speaking of the scenery alone, the Shenzhan Mountain is indeed very beautiful, and the whole mountain area reveals an inexplicable sense of seclusion.

But the strangeness happens to be here

God Zhushan is too quiet.

It's so quiet that you can't hear any movement.

Standing here, Beichuan Temple could only hear the strange sound of the inexplicable "Hushao" in the mountain stream.

It lies quietly in front of Beichuan Temple, making Beichuan Temple feel uncomfortable.

Beichuan Temple squatted down again, he stared at the bones in the soil for a long time, and suddenly said: "Eternal life, is there any collective ceremony in the village of God? It is the kind of ceremony that all villagers must participate in."

"Hey? I can't remember the words that are just such a vague concept," Asamiya Ease said with embarrassment.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple moved in his heart.

Why did the villagers of God in the village dispatch the whole village to the side of the road up the mountain?

The only conclusion that Beichuan Temple reached was the ceremony.

His inference is not groundless.

In front of Hideki Hirasaka and Chitose Watanabe, the experience of the two of them being Shenyin and the few records that Chitose Watanabe told him afterwards are enough to explain everything.

Someone is guiding the villagers, and there are priests guiding the villagers to what they want to do up the mountain?

There is no way to know these Beichuan Temples.

"Look at this, can you think of anything?"

Beichuan Temple took out his notebook from his backpack and turned to one of the pages.

"Okay." Ma Gong Yongshi heard the words floating from behind, and his delicate eyes scanned the notebook.

The things recorded in Beichuansi's notebook are very concise, and the clean layout made her feel no difficulty in getting up.

That is the record of the afterimage obtained by Kitagawa Temple from Hideki Hirasaka.

‘The ceremony is about to take place again. ’

‘Every time I perform the ritual it makes me feel uneasy. ’

‘But it can’t be this way, I am a priest. It is the priest of the gods in the shrine. ’

‘Mr. Pi’s wife told me that Zhuhuo will guide us to Quanyuan’

‘Ah, but that mountain and that deep mountain are going to merge with me. ’

"The fire station will guide us to Quanyuan" Ma Gong Yongshi recite this sentence, her slender eyebrows frowned and finally eased down, she said uncertainly: "This should refer to the ritual in the shape of a mountain. I am. I remembered."

"Whenever the soul-attracting flower blooms, the gate of Quanyuan will open. Wherever the purification water will be vented, and the purification water will be drunk, the same can also eliminate disasters and pray for peace, and the mountain-shaped ritual, It means that you need to hold the stationary fire to go up, and the stationary fire will illuminate the road ahead and get rid of evil."

"Standing fire illuminates the road ahead?"

Standing fire

This is another brand new concept.

Seeing questions from Beichuan Temple, Asamiya Yongshi explained with the bumps in his mind: "The so-called resident fire is the kind of fire enshrined in the shrine. After a year of worship, the resident fire cultivated can be eliminated. The function of evil."

"Is the standing fire a faint blue flame?"

"I can't remember the color clearly." Asamiya Yongshi looked a little bit painful.

Upon seeing this, Beichuan Temple did not force her to continue thinking about it.

According to the current clues, the villagers in the gods are most likely to be buried by mudslides only after performing the ritual in the form of the "mountain".

This is also the main reason why the villagers of God in the village were wiped out overnight.

"No matter what, there is no way to go up here." Beichuan Temple stood up from the spot and raised his head.

A mountain breeze is blowing violently from behind.

It's like a human hand.

Push him into the mountains

Since the road could not go up, Beichuan Temple naturally embarked on the road that is said to be haunted by evil spirits.

This is a mountain trail, if you don't pay attention, you will be ignored.

This path is not too rugged. It seems that some people have come here to remodel it. Small bluestone slabs are stacked like a ladder.

"From here, you can see Quanyuan. This trail will eventually reach Quanyuan a little bit under the mountainside of Shenzhu, where the height should not be interrupted by mudslides, and you can go straight up."

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple nodded, focused on his feet, and didn't go too much to answer the question of Asamiya Eternal Life.

He walked up step by step.

But for some reason, a faint blood was inexplicably covered in his sight.

Gradually, quaint nursery rhymes sounded in Beichuan Temple's ears.

Beichuan Temple couldn't help raising his head.

There was an indescribable and desolate scene in the eyes.

It was a few children, dressed in red, green, and light yellow clothes, stepping on inexplicable beats.

What is creepy is that none of these children have heads!

With bare jaws, empty heads, and long sleeves, they dance a weird one-foot dance.

The crisp children's voice sounded like a curse, and the voice was flat

They sang and read sentence by sentence.

‘Kage, Kage. Cage, cage. ’

‘Bird in the cage. ’

‘When will you come out? ’

"At dawn in the night, the crane and the tortoise slipped and fell."

The voice is ethereal, from far to near

‘Who is right behind? ’

After hearing this nursery rhyme, Beichuan Temple looked back subconsciously.

It turned out that it was not that the sound was approaching, but that the body of the child who lacked the head had already held hands at some point, turning around Beichuan Temple.

The time is dusk, and there are small bodies that are constantly stretching and beating around.

The weird one-foot dance is still dancing, as if it will never stop. From the bodies of the children who lack the head, Beichuan Temple can inexplicably feel the spiteful gaze.

"Brother Temple!"

The poor voice of Nishikujo suddenly exploded in my ears!

Beichuan Temple suddenly came back to his senses, and Jianding in his hand was turned out, and all the children's bodies were cut in half by a flip!

The dusk scene disappeared, and the elongated shadow disappeared.

When Beichuan Temple looked up again, he found that he had come to the edge of the cliff unknowingly, and would fall off with just one step.

This weird and peculiar scene changed the expression of Beichuan Temple's Gujing Bubo's face slightly.

What happened just now?