The moment I walked into Torii, nothing happened.

Although it was expected, Asahikawa was still a little disappointed.

The woman beside her noticed the faintest bit of loss on Akikawa's face, and felt that he might have seen with his own eyes the very different thoughts of Nobuya Asukatsuji Temple, which was widely promoted by the marketing account, was very different from what he thought.

The Internet is all fake. A broken ground room that is about to collapse. Those who are interested can add filters, adjust saturation, etc. and can also be comparable to a fairyland and attract countless fans.

He believed in the photos and strategies on the Internet and was excited to come to the temple of Husunzi. He was really disappointed when he was in the place. She had seen such things many times. "Brother, don't think you were deceived. The temples in the world are almost the same, not as beautiful as those taken online."

She kindly comforted Akihiro: "I have seen the photos on the Internet, and even used as tour guides for those men and women who came to take photos. It is really disrespectful to set up a camera and pose in the temple. But there is no way. They gave the money, and I was unhappy and couldn't say anything... Those photos were p-ed by computers, and they couldn't count them!"

The ticket price was 200 yen, and it would cost more than 2,000 yuan to buy tickets and tour guides, which was ten times more. So she was afraid that if Chuan entered the temple tomorrow, she felt that she would lose money, so she asked her to refund the money.

Her timid look made Asahikawa laugh a little: "I don't believe in those online marketing accounts, don't be afraid that I'll yell to refund the money."

"A expert is aware of the trick. I am not an architect or an archaeologist, nor a believer who likes Buddhism. To me, these bricks and tiles are just bricks and tiles. The only difference between them is that they are old-fashioned and like those old Buddhas... Actually, I don't like to visit temples, and I haven't reached that mentality yet."

"What are you here in the temple for? Do you pray for blessings?"

"Well... it's true." Asakusa looked at the email on the system panel that could not be opened and said softly, "Praying for a friend is just praying for him to get out of the predicament as soon as possible."

"That's how it's better with friends as thoughtful as you."

The maple tree outside the temple climbed over the wall and leaned over toward the Buddha like a human being. By the way, it shook off a few red leaves and was considered to be his own incense money.

The red leaves are covered with pebbles. Monks are sweeping the floor from time to time on the road, with a solemn and peaceful expression.

When they see the pilgrims, they will stop their life and say blessings in their hands. No matter what kind of mentality the visitor has, they will be Buddhist guests when they enter the Buddhist door.

Buddha alone cannot maintain such a large temple. The temple is the Buddha in the heart and faith; those who come and go on the red leaves are the Buddhas on earth and livelihood.

The red Torii on the steps was no longer as grand as the gate, and it was so small that it could only allow two people to pass side by side.

Asakawa followed the woman through Fangfang Torii to the courtyard of the Lingbao Pavilion. The purpose was to enter the layered Buddha statues in the door opposite the gate, directly opposite the Lingbao Pavilion.

There are all turtles, stones and monkeys in the courtyard. There are flags inserted in the corner of the courtyard, with the Chinese characters "The King of the Birth of the Sages" written on it. Even the Celestialists who have never learned Japanese can understand it.

After all, the Chinese characters in the Celestial Dynasty are the grandfathers of East Asian Chinese character culture. Neon and even Goryeo are actually all Chinese.

It was just after nine o'clock. Although the museum was opened not long ago, many people were already walking in the yard and praying to the stone statues under the big maple trees in the temple.

Pilgrims come and go, including middle-aged women wearing gold and silver, and also as well as elderly people wearing simple clothes.

The temple is where you can experience the worldly world most, but Asakusa follows the woman and has a sense of peeling off the surrounding atmosphere.

He turned to look at the Buddha statues that others worshipped, feeling that he looked more like them than the one in front of them.

When you are outside, you have a different state of mind.

With a system in mind, he is still so free and easy, and he can even use the system without using the system.

This means that he has no desires and no desires and is content with mediocrity. Otherwise, if he changes to others as a host, he will have the infinite possibility of systematically being swallowed up by desire and become a tyrant.

How could I be willing to be an ordinary student? I also rush to the bus to school every day. Sometimes I squeeze into the cafeteria and can’t grab the food I want to eat. I work overtime to review for the exam. I even encounter problems I don’t know when I’m not able to do so during the exam, and I’m too lazy to cheat.

He is more like an ordinary person who is extremely outstanding than a systematic reincarnation.

Wealth, freedom, women... These are the most fundamental desires of human beings. Although Torikawa also made money through the system and raised fish and was surrounded by beautiful women, he could do those things without a system, and it was just a lot more difficult.

So far, he has not done anything out of the ordinary with the system... Of course, it doesn't count on the shameful thing he does with his senior sister in the bathroom with his title.

But even so, he knew better than anyone else in his heart that there was an essential difference between him and others—

He was more like a god who was content with mediocrity, just like the stone statues in this yard, watching the world calmly, enjoying the same but different daily life every day.

"If I buy this incense with these, can it be considered cheaper?"

"This... female donor, how can kindness be discounted?"

"But, the money I brought is really not enough, and I really want to burn incense and pray for blessings. Then, can these three incense sticks be considered cheaper? Please, I really don't have that much money..."

The familiar voice brought Aoichuan back to reality, and he was about to enter the Lingbao Pavilion and stopped in the air.

After confirming that he heard it correctly, he withdrew his feet and just leaned in and looked in.

The young mother next to her scolded her son for not stepping on the threshold and playing loudly. The bells in the hall were echoing, and the pilgrims praying for blessings were like flies and insects.

But Asakawa still heard the unique voice in the noisy sound.

The fireworks in his voice are so unique in this temple that Asuka saw Yuki Ai in front of the stall selling things.

She wore a very simple dress today, with blue lace embellishments on the white background, but that's all she could describe, because the clothes were too ordinary, and more detailed, they could only describe how rough the stitches were.

It's so ordinary that it's like a ten-year-old style, without shoulders, not a suspender, and even the collar is button-like. Yuki Ai tied the button on the top, like a working woman wearing casual clothes and suddenly attending an emergency meeting.

But even so, this is still the first time that Asuka has seen Yuki love to wear a skirt besides the school uniform.

It is no longer a cheap neutral T-shirt with jeans, but a skirt that reflects the characteristics of women. There is even a hairpin on the ends of her hair.

That was when Asukao came to Nara from Tokyo at noon when he was shopping with her in the service area, the boss gave it to him. He didn't need to issue a card, so he handed it to Ai Yuki.

The hairpin is a black base with a pink rabbit pattern. It can be bought in the jewelry store for fifty yen, and it is even less expensive than a bottle of Coke.

Asuka had never seen Yuki Ai's hairpin, and she had never worn it after giving it that day. At that time, Asuka thought Yuki Ai didn't like it.

Now I know that the hairpin is the same as the skirt. She doesn’t like it, but she is not used to it.

Perhaps in Yuki Ai's consciousness, wearing T-shirts that are convenient for working and jeans that are convenient for running, while wearing skirts and hairpins becomes a special situation.

It's a bit sad for a girl.

Asakawa stood at the door and watched Yuki Ai talk to the stall owner quietly, without saying a word, nor was he intended to visit the Lingbao Pavilion.

When the woman saw Akikawa's appearance, she also noticed Yuki Ai following his eyes.

"Brother, do you know that girl?"

"Yeah, my classmate."

"You little brother, you are a classmate, no longer particular." The woman shook her head gently, "I have been a tour guide for so long, and I have never seen anyone bargaining in the temple for so long. Whether you go out for a trip, burn incense and pray for blessings, you all know the reason why you don't have a discount."

"You can't say that," Asahikawa looked at the woman. He knew that the other party was not malicious, so he did not show any disgusting expressions, but just seriously defended Yuki Ai.

"If the Buddha really cares about this, wouldn't it be that poor people will never have sincerity? I think this is just like filial piety and not the traces, otherwise there will be no filial sons in poor families. Buddhist ascetic monks will never take out 10,000 yen banknotes to buy incense."

"Besides, if she had a solution, how could she be willing to bargain with others in the palace with shame?" Asuka looked at Ai Yuki again.

The woman knew that Akichuan was a knowledgeable student. She had never read much since she was a child and could not understand too many reasons. But she also knew that what the young man was right was that she was superficial.

"Wouldn't the guy go and help her? You'd spend 2,000 yen to buy tickets from me, and then borrow some money to make up for the bad ones, so that she can still remember your love!"

Unexpectedly, Akikawa shook his head: "I can't help her with everything, and she doesn't need help from others... The most important thing is that I don't need her to remember my love."

He smiled and turned around and walked out of the yard: "And, I have already helped her the biggest help."

"Brother, you won't go in?"

"I went out for a walk. I just walked in a hurry and I haven't looked at some places carefully. I turned back and took a walk."

"But, do you want the Touxiang? The little girl is bargaining. If you don't want to show up, I can go in and say to the manager. If you have bought the Touxiang for you, you can still be in front of her. The Touxiang is still yours."

"Taoxiang or something, let it be given to those who need it more." Asakusa put his right hand in his pocket and gently waved his left hand: "I don't care about that thing."

The woman had no choice but to chase Torichuan out of the gate of Lingbao Pavilion.

She collected the money. If Torikawa wants to visit, she has to explain it accordingly. Everything is decided by the employer.

Because Aikawa didn't want Yuki Ai to know that he was in the temple, nor did she want her to know that the bargaining just now was seen by an acquaintance, the woman led Aikawa to the square behind the Lingbao Pavilion to take a look.

There is a large bamboo forest here. If you come here in midsummer, it will definitely be very artistic. Unfortunately, in late autumn, the bamboo leaves are already half yellow, and your head is hung on the branches without any energy, making you look a little depressed.

Therefore, there are very few people in this square, most of whom are elderly people rest on their benches here.

Occasionally, they would take some paper cards on the table in the center of the square to write and draw.

Behind the platform is a bamboo that is taller and thicker than the surroundings. The leaves on the bamboo are even greener and look very eye-catching in the bleak autumn wind.

"Prayer for blessings?" Asaku walked closer to the stone platform, looked at the blank short tag on the stone platform, and looked up at the short tag tied to the bamboo tips, full of wishes, and was a little stunned.

"I didn't expect to see the blessing bamboo when I was apart from the Chinese Valentine's Day. The person who made this bamboo should be an elderly man, right?"

Bamboo definitely does not grow naturally, but was cut into specially made blessing bamboo when it was growing best. Because it was stored in low temperature and humid places, it can be kept green for a long time. It was taken out when used, and it was the current effect.

When the woman came over, she felt very confident, which touched her professional field.

"This is a blessing bamboo made by the abbot of Husunzi Temple. On weekdays, he will only show up when he is doing blessing bamboo... The bamboo will only be left for one or two days in such a day. You just happened to be a coincidence, why might you write something?"

Asakawa did not answer her, but stood beside the blessing bamboo and quietly looked at the short signs on it.

"Pray for wealth."

"Pray that the disease is cured."

"Pray that the exam will be successfully landed."

"Pray..." Asahikawa smiled: "There are people who pray that they hate to die quickly."

"Pray for your mother to be healthy from now on, your family will flourish, and pray for the first deer and wild flowers..."

He was stunned before he finished reading the short sign with his eyes, and then approached the short sign hanging on a high place, reached out and gently pressed the branch a little, trying not to touch other short signs above.

If this height is not a boy of the same height as him, it is the limit that a girl can reach with her feet raised.

"Pray that my mother will be healthy from now on, that my family will flourish, that my senior Chulu Yehuazawa will be able to make a smooth progress in school...Pray that the Kamiya Valley will be happy tomorrow, that lovers will eventually get married."
To be continued...