Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

That's right, the first thing Moori Kogoro thought of was not how to stop the ghost, but how to appease the responsibility this time!

Who told him that he wasn't the one who died, but could he be the one who took the responsibility?

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the surrounding people. Although everyone didn't hear clearly what was killing people, more than 40 people died in the castle tower could still hear it very clearly!

More than 40 people died, and they were still in the landmark castle tower. This news immediately caused panic among the people.

Is it a terrorist attack?Or is the Red Army here?

The news spread more and more outrageous among the crowd. By the time Wang Xuebin arrived, the news had already become that Godzilla had attacked the port of Osaka, killing and injuring tens of thousands of people.

Wang Xuebin listened silently, without expressing any opinions, but for some reason, the portrait carved on the Hetian jade tablet he was playing with all the time seemed to be missing a piece.

There should have been 83 people in Loudiao, but now there are less than 60 people. As for why one piece is missing, Wang Xuebin is not very clear.

After all, his current name... is Yan Shuangying!

Ghost Festival

In Japan, July [-]th is an important day. This day is the annual Obon Festival in Japan.

July [-]th is also called Zhongyuan Festival in China. According to legend, it is the day when the local officials forgive sins. It is blessed with the heavenly officials on the fifteenth day of the first month of the Shangyuan and relieved by the water officials on the fifteenth day of the October [-]th of the next Yuan Dynasty. They are also called Sanyuan. Festival.

The Obon Festival is a Buddhist saying, which originated in ancient India. According to legend, there was a venerable Moggallana who was the most powerful under the seat of Sakyamuni.

The mother of the Venerable Moggallana fell into the realm of hungry ghosts after she died because of her evil deeds.

Venerable Moggallana was respectful and filial, pitied his mother, and wanted to use supernatural powers to save her, but couldn't, so he asked Shakyamuni Buddha for advice.

After hearing this, the Buddha explained a Ullambana scripture to him, and taught him to repent devoutly and make offerings to the Three Jewels to save his mother on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

After this scripture spread to China, it was learned by Emperor Liang Wu of the Southern Dynasties that Emperor Wu of Liang believed in Buddhism the most, so he designated this day as a festival to repent and indulge himself.

For this reason, Emperor Wu of Liang also compiled a precious book of Buddhist worship and repentance, called the Lianghuangbao Repentance. Every time around July [-]th, Buddhists will hold the Yulan Basin Dharma Assembly to worship and recite the Lianghuangbao Repentance.

This custom has been used in this way, and until today, Buddhist temples still hold the Yulan Basin Dharma Assembly around the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month to worship and recite this precious book.

This story tells us that if there is nothing to do, don't talk to the leaders about what is there and what is not, or you will be the one who is unlucky in the end!

The Obon Festival in Japan was introduced to Japan along with Buddhism, but Buddhism was gradually assimilated by Shintoism in the process of merging with Japanese native culture.

Although the Obon Festival in Japan is still very grand today, it has nothing to do with Buddhism. Today's Obon Festival is just a festival to reminisce about ancestors!

Unlike the prosperous Kanto Tokyo metropolitan area, the Osaka metropolitan area in Kansai is not as prosperous as Tokyo.

But in terms of historical background and customs, the fast-paced Tokyo will never be able to compare with the ancient and elegant Osaka.

As the festival approached, every household ushered in a long-lost reunion. The seven-day vacation made the festival, which should have been full of solemn atmosphere, a little more festive.

People on the street wore kimono clogs, held lanterns of various colors, and walked the streets and alleys, which was very lively.

Each shrine and temple also holds its own unique activities. Some priestesses wear priestess costumes, hold Kagura bells in their hands, sometimes dance Kagura dances, and sometimes dance Obon dances.

There are also some people, wearing loose black robes and hideous masks on their faces, dancing and dressing up as ghosts for tourists to throw fried beans to drive away.

The tourists on the side had happy smiles on their faces, grabbed beans from their pockets and threw them, and shouted happily, "Ghosts go out, blessings come in!"

This is the traditional habit of exorcising evil spirits in ancient Japan, but in ancient times people stayed at home at night and threw it out of the window, but now it is moved to the streets and alleys.

At this time, there are still a few days before July [-]th, but people have already started their own celebration ceremonies. As Japan's second only to New Year's Day, the festive atmosphere is extremely strong.

"Ghosts go out, blessings come in!"

A pair of lovers, wearing simple but beautiful kimonos, holding hands and carrying a small cloth bag, will throw the beans out of their hands whenever they see people playing ghosts passing by.

"Ghosts go out, blessings come in!"

Another ghost passed by. This ghost was wearing a white kimono with brown spots all over the kimono. His long hair was disheveled, and he staggered forward.

When people suddenly saw this figure, their hearts trembled. After all, it was a festival, and it was a bit too professional to dress up like this...

It seemed to have no skin on its face, its head was raised, its eyes were wide open, with a lot of white, and the black eyeballs were concentrated on the lower eyelid.

Everyone who sees these eyes can feel that these eyes are staring at them full of resentment, especially those who are in pairs!

"Ghost...Ghost out...Fu Jin...Come in..."

A beautiful woman in a white kimono tremblingly grabbed a handful of beans from her pocket and carefully threw them at the man's feet.

According to the custom, she should throw it on Miss 'Ghost', but this woman really doesn't have the courage.

"You... why are you wearing a white kimono..."

A hoarse voice sounded, and everyone felt hiccups and nausea. When the woman in white heard the question, she suppressed the discomfort, hugged her lover tightly, and timidly replied:

"This is... this is a gift from my dear..."

"A gift..."

Hearing this word, the head of the 'ghost' lady suddenly dropped, and she poked her head forward irregularly, staring fiercely at the couple.

"Is it a gift...a gift...a gift!"

A black shadow flashed past, and the 'ghost' lady pounced forward, disappearing in an instant, and the heads of the couple opposite to it hung down one after another, and the stinky blood oozing from their bodies gradually dyed the pure white kimono. Dark brown, that is the color of blood coagulation.

"A gift...a gift..."

The two tore off their well-dressed makeup and staggered forward. Other tourists who saw this scene fled in fright.

Under the chasing and chasing, many people were not killed by the ghosts, but died under the stampede of panic. In less than 2 minutes, more than [-] people were killed or injured.

And there are 26 such situations in Osaka, Japan!

In the mountains, shrines, ports, riversides, and even the TV station building in Osaka, two 'ghosts' ladies appeared.

One of them broke into the live broadcast hall of the TV station, and killed the popular singer Meihui Zhongshan who was performing on the stage in the live TV broadcast watched by countless people.

People in front of the TV couldn't see ghosts, but the weird and bloody scene of Meihui Zhongshan being dismembered out of thin air really scared the hearts of countless people!

Such a situation, no matter what, cannot be treated as a special effect of the show!

In an instant, Osaka was in chaos!

In Tianwang Temple, Wang Xuebin held his Polaroid tightly in his hands, and moved with the crowd with a smile on his face.

Tianwang Temple is the dojo of the True Lotus Sect. Anyway, it has not completely lost all Buddhist things. The monks in the temple were originally doing rituals of transcendence.

But because of the influence of the rumors, not only the tourists were scared, but also some professional monks panicked. They threw away the magical artifacts in their hands and rushed out of the temple.

As for that Mori Kogoro, he has been crushed by the continuous bad news, and he really can't figure out why everything happened like this in just a few days.

For him, it is no longer a question of who is responsible for seppuku, but whether he can get out of this monastery alive.

He has already seen that the old monk standing at the forefront of the monks has stopped his chanting, turned around, stared at him with a pair of triangular eyes, as if he was about to an explanation!

Not far from them, Wang Xuebin, who was holding a Polaroid, took this photo just right. He took out the photo and looked at the light, showing a satisfied smile.

After shopping around for a day, this photo is his favorite one. He is more interested in people than landscapes and flowers.

Especially the enemy with a bad face, with this photo, today's trip was not in vain!

"Ah~ Obon Festival!"

Wang Xuebin picked up the photo, put away the Polaroid, and strode towards the door. No one could stop him along the way.

July [-]th!Ghost Festival... how can there be no ghosts?

A ghost festival without ghosts, is that called a ghost festival?

Anyway, Wang Xuebin doesn't think so!

Since there are no ghosts on Ghost Festival, let’s add some ghosts to them!

It's not that we don't have nothing, nor are we that stingy person!

Who told us Chinese people to be sincere?

You're welcome!My name is Yan Shuangying!

Chapter 362 The Death of Fujiwara

Kyoto Prefecture is adjacent to Osaka, just over an hour's drive away, but unlike the turbulent Osaka, today's Kyoto Prefecture is full of singing and dancing.

Although some people saw the news about Osaka on TV, it was not local after all, and it did not touch themselves after all.

When the fire does not reach their own homes, people are always not in a hurry!

Singing and dancing, the traditional atmosphere of Kyoto Prefecture is much stronger than that of Osaka, so the celebration is also much more lively, and people's cheerful singing and dancing can be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys.

A shrine is located in the downtown area, but the gate is always closed. The people who come and go have long been accustomed to this situation.

Although people don't know what gods are enshrined in this shrine, but in Japan's belief system, people still spontaneously place tributes at the entrance of the shrine.

I hope that this unknown god can bless them with good health for a year, and get rid of the impact of this severe economic crisis in Japan as soon as possible!

Affected by the Plaza Accord, since December last year, Japan's stock market has been devastated. The Nikkei Index, which used to be close to 40000 points, has now fallen below the 20000-point mark!

That is to say, the economy has picked up a bit in the past six months, so people are thinking about coming out to hold this celebration. If not, I don’t know which building to jump down from!

Since the signing of the Plaza Accord, Japan's financial and real estate markets have been extremely hot. In just three years from 86 to 89, the financial Nikkei Index tripled.

Everyone in Japan is crazy about this, and they have invested their funds in the hot stock market.

During that time, the people of Japan all believed that as long as they sold the land in Tokyo, they could buy the whole of New York, and the whole country of Japan was immersed in 'Japanese people can say no! 'In the dream!

But a dream is just a dream after all, and there is always a day when you wake up. On January 70.00 this year, the Japanese stock market bubble collapsed instantly. In just a few days, the drop was as high as [-]%!

Overnight, countless people went bankrupt and ruined everything they had. Most importantly, because of the previous boom in the stock market, countless ordinary people put their life savings into this bubble.

Now that the bubble is bursting, those who use their life savings to speculate in stocks are the first batch of people who can't survive. In the past six months, figures jumping off buildings can be seen everywhere.

Some office buildings and scenic spots have installed guardrails on their roofs, and clearly set up signs stating that suicide is prohibited in this building.

Even so, he still couldn't stop the figures jumping down from the tall buildings one by one, and couldn't wash off the mottled blood on the ground.

Fortunately, the stock market seems to have fallen to its lowest point. These days, there has been a slight recovery. People see hope and feel celebrating.

Singing, dancing, drinking, and having fun, people are immersed in the smoky atmosphere of the festival, as if as long as this is done, the economic crisis will disappear.

"Lang asks when he is happy, and my concubine answers when he is heartbroken. I know the feeling of grievance for a long time. It is not easy to meet and part. The abandoned wife is now late to regret. Do you remember the love of Phoenix in those days, and do you remember the continued love? "

There are singing and dancing outside the shrine, and the faint tunes can also be heard inside the shrine, which is melodious and very poignant.

"Morishita, are you singing a ditty from Hong Kong Island?"

Hearing Grandma's question, Morishita lowered his head and took a sip of the golden tea soup, moistened his throat, and said with a smile:

"This is called Cantonese Opera. It's a kind of drama spread in southern China. It's very similar to our Kabuki!"

Hearing Morishita's answer, Fujiwara Shizuka nodded suddenly, then looked at her great-grandson with gentle eyes, and smiled gratifiedly:

"Haha, I just said that our Komori is smart, you see, you can learn such a complicated art, how could he be the idiot they said!"

Hearing grandma's coquettish tone, Fujiwara Morishita's expression didn't change at all. He picked up the delicate red teacup again, took a sip, and showed a calm smile.

"It's just singing. Compared with those masters in the art world, I am indeed far behind!"

Hearing Fujiwara Morishita's modest words, Fujiwara Shizuka frowned slightly. She clearly remembered that her great-grandson had the strongest vanity, how could she have such a magnanimity now?

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Shizuka took Morishita's hand and searched secretly, only to find that there was nothing unusual in his body.

Not only is the Yang Qi in his body full, but even his cultivation skills have improved a little. In this way, it shouldn't be that he has been hit by some spells such as bewitching and soul-stirring.

Just when Fujiwara Shizuka let go of her worries, her bright eyes noticed the teacup in Morishita's hand, and in just a moment, she was fascinated by the golden tea soup.

Since when did I fall in love with the tea ceremony, my great-grandson who is sensual and rich?

The golden and bright tea soup seems to show its deliciousness and attractive color to outsiders, which makes people want to have a sip from the bottom of their hearts.

But Shizuka Fujiwara is not an ordinary person after all. After just a trance, she came to her senses, stood up and jumped, bounced backwards, and flipped about two meters away with a backflip.

With a twist of his wrist, a purple chrysanthemum appeared in his slender hand, and he looked at Morishita warily, with a cautious expression and a hint of chill!

Even though Fujiwara Shizuka dotes on this great-grandson the most on weekdays, but once he threatens her safety or rights, she must be the first to kill him!

"Xiao Mori! Can you tell grandma what happened to the cup of tea in your hand?"

Fujiwara Morishita seemed to be frightened by his grandparents, and stood there in a daze, not daring to move for a long time.

"Morishita! Hand over the tea you drank!"

Fujiwara Shizuka lost her patience and her face turned cold. The stern face combined with her cold voice made people feel ashamed without knowing it!

"H...Hi!"

Fujiwara Morishita stammered and nodded in agreement, took a piece of tea cake from the table beside him, and didn't dare to throw it away, so he put it on the table next to him carefully, and pushed it gently.

Fujiwara Shizuka frowned, looked suspiciously at the plain tea cake, stretched out her hand and shook it, a thin purple thread came out from the stamen of the chrysanthemum, entangled the tea cake, and pulled it casually.