Disqualification

31:[-] p.m.

The distance from Yoshiwara to Kiyomizu Temple is not too far. After nightfall, Yoshihara, decorated with red lanterns, became the only bright spot in the night in Kyoto. The rickshaw pullers with numb faces parked their cars at the door, and they brought some guests over.

Most drivers do not plan to stay. The peak of individual tourists in Yoshihara is after midnight, that is, after [-]:[-] p.m. Western time. It is only [-]:[-] p.m., and most of the tourists are wandering on the street to pick out wandering girls, so where will they leave?

Dazai dressed up in a suit, and led Fallen Ji onto the rickshaw driveway: "Go to Kiyomizu Temple."

The rickshaw driver's ears perked up: "Guest, Kiyomizu Temple is closed at this point."

"Ha." Luo Ji laughed shortly.

"Just go to Kiyomizu Temple."

The rickshaw driver didn't talk much, he pulled up the iron grille in front of the cart and ran. He was thin, but with big feet and a strong frame, so he pulled the cart and ran fast.The main road in Kyoto is paved with asphalt, and the big wheels roll over the ground very smoothly.The evening wind in late autumn blew Luo Ji's beautiful hair, and a few or two strands of cloud came out of the bun. Dazai saw her hair was blown tousled by the wind, and for some reason, he became playful, so he simply reached out and took off her hairpin.

Long hair blows in the wind.

"Hey, you bastard!" Luo Ji opened her mouth, gusts of wind poured into her mouth, and Dazai's smile melted into the air, "Isn't it good? Your hair is long and bright, like silk tracks flying in the sky. "

Luo Ji was very satisfied with his flattery, she snorted and said nothing else.

There is a 15-minute distance between Kiyomizu Temple and Yoshiwara. The street is completely silent. Except for the warm orange lights from the windows of the houses, only the cold moonlight shines on the earth. Falling princess looks at the surrounding scenery and feels the cold wind of late autumn. She was scratched on her face like a knife, and she lacked interest. She was not interested in temples, even the famous Kiyomizu Temple.

Is there anything more ironic than a ghost entering a temple?Is it possible to let her go in and eat like an eminent monk?

[Ouch, I don’t want it, their meat must be old and old. ]

After arriving at the gate of Kiyomizu Temple, Dazai threw several times the fare to the rickshaw driver. He said, "You wait here for us, and you will take us back to Yoshiwara later." Arriving, the coachman nodded repeatedly and said, "No problem."

Kiyomizu Temple was built on Mount Otowa, and the coachman pulled them to the bottom of the stone steps. Looking up, the steps were closely connected and led to the halfway up the mountain. There were no lampposts on both sides of the street, and even the lanterns could not be seen. There was only silence.

The strange thing is that this dull night scene does not look strange, but is full of the solemn treasures unique to Buddhism, and the sacred atmosphere makes Luo Ji feel a little psychologically unhappy.

[I'm a ghost!What's the point of going to a place like this? ]

She wanted to leave, but she didn't know that Dazai's hand held her wrist tightly, almost begging forcefully: "Let's go up together."

[Strange, it seems a little familiar...]

A picture flashed in front of her eyes, it was also Osamu Dazai, his face was younger than now, and his clothes were also different, his clothes in the picture were even more worn out, he looked like a wanderer in Huajie.

"Don't go, Xiaomei." He said, "Wait for the prostitute Taro to come back."

"No." She heard her own voice, and Dazai's hand was thrown away. She didn't mean anything malicious, but just wanted to get rid of him. "That man promised to give me a large sum of money." She said calmly, "Winter is coming soon It's not enough to rely on you and brother."

Luo Ji shook her head first, then blinked, shaking the image away.

[strangeness. ]

[really weird. ]

Before he knew it, he had already climbed to the mountain gate. Kiyomizu Temple is a building full of Tang Dynasty features, and the pillars are vermilion. Dazai bent his knuckles and knocked three times on the back door.

"Boom—boom—" The sound of his knocking on the door coincided with the sound of the temple bell striking. Interestingly, the people inside the door actually heard Dazai's voice.

The door opened slowly, and an eminent monk walked out.

Luo Ji can't describe it either, but if you look at the appearance of the old man in cassock, you can tell that he is different from ordinary little novice monks.

He also clasped his hands together to greet Dazai.

[It's getting weirder. ] Luo Ji shouted in her heart, [What's going on, why does he have a relationship with the monk again, is it possible that he wants to become a monk?Are you kidding me, is he that material? ! ]

When Fallen Princess was in confusion, Dazai took her by the hand and pulled her into the first gate. Inside the gate was the famous red maple of Kiyomizu Temple. Perhaps the maple leaves in Buddhism are more powerful than those in other places. Come and see, the mountains and plains are ablaze.

"I guess you can't see Fenglin in the morning, so you can only do this."

He took out a box of matches from his coat pocket, and the match heads rubbed against each other to generate heat and ignite an orange-red light. Oni's night vision has always been good, but you need to look at it with your heart. It wasn't until Dazai raised his hand that Yuji realized that, The sea of ​​trees on both sides is a bit strange.

The tree itself is not considered lush, don't be silly, it is already winter, how can it have dense branches and leaves?The branches are somewhat shabby, because of this, those small balls hanging on the branches, maybe they are small balls?It looked extraordinarily weird.

Dazai used a match to light the thread, and Luo Ji thought in a daze: [Why is there still a thread? ]

"You can't see the fiery red maple leaves in the daytime, so you can only make the night look like daytime." When he said this, the flames went all the way down the line, igniting one after another small round lanterns, no one Know what is the technique of lighting up the whole forest with one match?Looking at Dazai's appearance, no one will be surprised that he is good at strange tricks.

The lantern is fixed at the predetermined position, and the fire light spreads quickly, but skillfully avoids every leaf. With the cold wind of autumn leaves, the fire spreads faster. In less than three to five minutes, most of the maple forest is hidden among the branches. Small lantern Lit up, as bright as day even at night, he just creates a spectacle of marvelous splendor.

Countless people, countless people looking for fun in Yoshiwara looked up and looked at Kiyomizu Temple. The prostitute Taro narrowed his eyes. After becoming a ghost, his eyesight was beyond ordinary humans, so he could cross the mountains and catch a glimpse of the little lights in the forest. He thought In the starry sky in summer, countless twinkling stars form a bright astrolabe, covering the quiet earth.

"Yeah." Xiaozhi said from afar.

"Huh?" Butterfly looked up reluctantly.

"." Tomioka Yoshiyuki took a look, and ran forward again.

Luo Ji, there is no doubt that she was extremely surprised, and it can even be said that she was moved.

It is almost impossible for ghosts to be moved by human emotions.

The maple leaves are reflected in her clear and shining pupils, like the flames of a burning fire.

Even she, who was beaten by the prostitute Taro, can understand one thing: "This... so many lanterns, it takes time." A sense of guilt emerged from the inside of her body, and she didn't even know she Why is she guilty, just facing Dazai, Luo Ji feels as if she has forgotten something, is missing something, so that she can't stand upright in front of him.

"It's not bad." Dazai's answer is very romantic: "It took 150 autumns."

……

1763, fall.

Mori is the young abbot of Kiyomizu Temple. At that time, people often want to practice Buddhism, and the longer it goes, the deeper it becomes. Unless you are a Buddhist who is born with divinity, the understanding of the scriptures depends on time to accumulate.

His luck was as good as his comprehension, and he became the abbot of Kiyomizu Temple in middle age. It is a top-ranked temple in the country, and Mori has also become one of the most famous monks in Japan.

One night, while he was practicing in the monastery, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. When he opened the door, it was a young benefactor.

He saw something in this benefactor, not his handsome face or good upbringing, but a deeper soul under the beautiful skin.

Sen Li clasped his hands together and said "Namo Amitabha Buddha", and said only: "The benefactor wants to enter my Buddhist gate?"

He saw a born Buddha son, which is a unique induction of monks.

"No." To his surprise, the detached youth said, "I just hope you can take me in for a night."

Well, he looks a bit shabby, ragged, like he's crawled out of a pothole at the bottom of society.

But when anyone sees a young man named "Dazai", the first thing he pays attention to is never his appearance, but his divine and Buddha-like temperament.

Dazai said, "I've seen the red maples on Mt. Otowa several times."

He dressed casually, and said softly, "I hope she can see it too."

In the autumn of 1764, this young man knocked on the gate of Kiyomizu Temple again.

……

/"It's interesting to say, so many things have happened, I watched her and him die, I watched them live, I passed by the oiran who didn't know me on Hualiu Street, and in the end what I wanted to do was the same as in 1763 .”

"I want to take her to see the red leaves. Taro the prostitute is fine. For a man, just lie on the roof of Yoshiwara and look at Kiyomizu Temple from a distance. He doesn't like to go out, and the distant view he can see when he looks up is just right."

"Xiaomei is very noisy. If she wants to go out to play, she must climb Yinyu Mountain by herself."

"It doesn't matter even if you can only go out at night, there must be a way to shine the night as brightly as the day." /

……

Fallen Princess had a great time, and Hong Feng from Qingshui Temple was not only beautiful, but also satisfied her vanity as a woman.

She thought that Dazai must love her to death, otherwise how could he do such a thing, hey, I didn't expect, this guy is quite romantic, okay, okay, I forgive him for always occupying my room, and I raise him for this matter.

She was triumphant, like a peacock spreading its tail, immersed in a wonderful fantasy world on the way back.

[Really, there is nothing I can do about having such a crazy admirer. When I go back, I will find a chance to turn him into a ghost. Knowing that I have given him the opportunity to become a noble creature to serve me, this guy will definitely be moved to tears snot. ]

The rickshaw arrived at the gate of Yoshiwara. Coincidentally, Yoshiyuki Tomioka happened to be there too. He looked over the crowd and caught Dazai's back and shouted loudly: "Teacher!"

Only then did Dazai help Luo Ji get out of the car, and he ran to Dazai's side in three steps at a time, ignoring Luo Ji's face of "do you want to die, you brat?" Handed the cleaned lacquered box to Dazai.

"Your stuff."

Dazai shook the box and heard the sound of "crackling" inside, which was the sound of sharp objects hitting the inner wall of the box.

He said, "It was a great help, Giyong."