Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

In the Gokuraku Temple near Xiaocang Mountain, a son of a god was born. This story has been circulating in the countryside of Kyoto Prefecture since about 12 years ago, but it was already five years later when Xiyue went to pay homage with her mother for the first time. up.

Before she went, she only heard that it was a child prodigy who could recite scriptures backwards at the age of three. Although his parents were just an ordinary town couple, the child had hair as white as milk and rainbows in his eyes.Xiyue couldn't figure out what kind of strange appearance it was, but she only knew that after her mother went to see her once, she became very pious when she came back, saying that it was a child who could hear the voice of the gods, and she could get guidance from him.Xiyue thought it was a bit ridiculous, but recently her mother has been very distressed because of her father's illness. Every time she went to pray and came back, her mood would be much calmer. The girl thought that maybe going to that church would be really useful.

As a result, before the Tanabata Festival came this year, my mother had to go up the mountain to pray, and she had to take Xiyue to receive the blessing of the son of the gods.Xiyue was worried that it would not be safe for her to walk the mountain road alone, so she had to go with her.

At that time, the Kek Lok Si Temple was just a small temple. Apart from the sutra hall for lectures, there was also a tea room for receiving distinguished guests and a living room for believers to wait for worship. The floor was not ebony, but cypress.But the layout is not shabby at all. It is said that Shenzi's mother is a woman who is very well-versed in the world. She somehow managed to win the favor of the wife of the Imperial Tea Pursuer in Beijing. The temples surrounded by lotus ponds are as delicate and elegant as those serious public temples in Sagano.

Xiyue waited in the living room with her mother.On summer afternoons, the monotonous chirping of cicadas makes people drowsy.Mother and several other believers who came to visit talked about the recent soaring rice prices, bankrupt stores and family illnesses. Xiyue just felt bored, so she sneaked out along the veranda while her mother was not paying attention.

Although in the mountains, the weather is still sweltering, but the lotus here blooms very well. I don't know where the variety was moved. In addition to pink, white and purple, there is also a rare snow-blue color.There is a zigzag wooden bridge on the lotus pond. Xiyue stepped on it, and the wood made a creaking sound. She thought it was very interesting, so she walked all the way along the wooden bridge.The lotus exudes a sweet fragrance, butterflies and bees linger among the huge flowers, the girl chases the carp in the pond, and gradually walks to the back of the scripture hall.

"Are you a child of a believer's family?"

A clear voice startled her, and when she looked up, it was a little boy in a black monk's robe, sitting on the porch, looking at her with a smile.

The child was very beautiful, with white hair and iridescent eyes that were as clear as ice, but other than that, Xiyue didn't seem to see anything special about him.

Is this the... Son of God who can hear the voice of the gods?

Seeing that she didn't answer, the child suddenly restrained his smile and showed a slightly sad expression.

"I see. Something sad and sad must have happened in your family, right? Tell me, I will listen. "

Xiyue was stunned for a moment, and finally replied: "I came with my mother, because my father has been sick all the time, maybe he can't be cured, and the store at home can't do it either... But my mother said that anyone who comes here will be treated. Is this the blessing of the gods?"

"It's so pitiful, you must have worked hard, right?" the pretty boy frowned and said sadly.

"I... I'm actually okay, but my mother is very pitiful and always crying." Xiyue looked at him a little strangely, "Why do you look different from others? Where are your parents from?"

"Because I am a child of the gods, and I was born with the help of a human body. Strictly speaking, they are not my parents." The boy said patiently, "I remembered, you are a child of the Asayama family, right?" ? It’s called Xiyue, right?”

"How do you know my name?" Xiyue said in surprise, "Did my mother tell you?"

The child smiled mysteriously: "Master Shenming told me, I also know that your family moved here from Edo, right?"

"You know this too? Did God tell you too?" Xiyue looked at the boy who looked only seven or eight years old in shock, "No, no, it must be my mother who told you!"

"Then let me tell you something your mother doesn't know." The child said with a smile, "The price of rice may be even higher next year, but it will gradually get better in the year after, but many people may die. But don't be sad, the gods will guide all the dead to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

"Then my father's illness...can he recover?"

The child's gentle voice and firm tone made Xiyue involuntarily feel a strange sense of trust, and she couldn't help asking.

"Yes, the gods said, as long as your mother prays sincerely, your father's illness will definitely be cured, and when autumn comes, there will be improvement."

The child said seriously.

"You are amazing!" Xiyue laughed happily, "Thank you, Lord Shenzi, for your blessing!"

"You're welcome, it is my duty to bring happiness to believers." The little boy showed a sweet and comforting smile.

"What are you eating?" Xiyue noticed something round in the child's hand, "Is it candy?"

"It's lotus seeds, do you want to try it? It's very sweet." The boy smiled and handed her the lotus seeds in his hand.Xiyue took it and stuffed it into her mouth, immediately wrinkled her face.

"It's bitter inside!"

The child laughed happily: "You are so stupid, as long as you remove the core, it will be sweet. I discovered it."

"Don't eat lotus seeds, here are you." Xiyue took out a few candies from her small bag, "It's made by the shop on the street where my house is. The red one is plum flavored, and the yellow one is ginger. And the white one is maltose, I'll give it to you, as a gift in return for your blessing to my father."

The boy smiled and said: "The son of the gods does not need to reciprocate, but thank you anyway, may the gods bless you well, Miss Xiyue."

Seeing the girl walking away creaking on the wooden bridge, the skilled smile on the fair and delicate face of the Son of God gradually faded, becoming calm and indifferent.

He turned around and opened the paper door painted with lotus, and walked into the side room next to the scripture hall, where a woman in Tsing Yi was kneeling, watching him with a faint and respectful smile.

"Your answer is very good, it shows that Miko-sama takes believers' matters to heart." The woman said, "Miss Asayama's family opened a cloth shop near Gion, but her shop should be closed. When her mother asks when she is praying, please convey the meaning of the god to her."

"Yes, mother," said the boy softly.

"How many times have I said, please don't call me mother." The woman's tone became serious, "I'm just the woman who gave birth to you, you should call me Mrs. Qingzi."

"Yes, Mrs. Kiyoko."

"However, regarding Mr. Asayama's illness, why are you so sure that you will recover in autumn?" the woman asked suddenly.

The boy blinked those bright eyes.

"Master Shenming told me." He smiled.

"I think so." Madam Qingzi smiled eagerly, "You are indeed a child of the gods, and everyone's happiness depends on you."

The woman stretched out her palm, and the boy obediently put a few candies in her hand, which made her nod in satisfaction:

"It's for your own good. It's not good if you eat your teeth. Believers won't like it."

She picked up a black Pilu hat from the side and put it solemnly on the boy's head.

"Now please go to the scripture hall and guide everyone as the son of the gods."

By the time Xiyue finished praying with her mother, the sun was about to set, and because of the mercy of Lord Shenzi, the believers had a simple dinner in the temple before leaving one after another.

Before leaving, the girl ran to the back of the scripture hall, and was surprised to see the child in black still sitting on the porch, looking at the blooming lotus, motionless, as if in a daze.

"I'm going back." She waved at the boy, "Mom's mood is much better, because the Qixi Festival is coming soon, and she said she would take me to the festival! I haven't been there for several years! Lord Shenzi is really amazing, Mom cheered up immediately!"

The boy showed an innocent and gentle smile.

"That's great, Miss Xiyue is happy too, don't thank me, it's all God's blessing."

"Of course I have to thank you, Miko-sama!" Xiyue said with a smile, "I heard that you can make a wish at the Tanabata Festival, as long as you tie the paper with the wish on the bamboo, it will come true. Do you have any wishes? I can help you Let's write it together."

"desire?"

For the first time, Miko-sama showed a slightly dazed expression.

"Yes, anything is fine. I want to wish my father's illness to recover quickly this year. If my father really recovers from his illness, I will come to play with you in autumn." Xiyue said seriously, "I still want to Let the family business improve, and a new kite, how about you?"

"I don't have any wishes." The child said lightly, "I am satisfied if I can make believers happy."

"No, every child has something he likes, even Miko-sama, right?" Yuzuki said confusedly, "Is there no gift or place you want to go, Miko-sama?"

"There are places I want to go..." The boy suddenly seemed to remember something, "Next spring, I want to go to Edo Castle again, the cherry blossoms there are very beautiful."

"I've made a note, and I'll make a wish for Master Shenzi!" Xiyue said with a smile, "Our wishes will definitely come true."

The girl's figure disappeared behind the lotus leaves.As night fell, the stars appeared one by one in the black night sky. A maid lit the lamps in the scripture hall. In the golden lights, there were countless hanging curtains with the words "Bliss", like helpless reeds in the night wind. like precarious.

The aroma of lotus and the strong aroma of white sandalwood permeated the air, and it was time for the evening class.

The son of god with white hair lowered his head, took out the last surviving candy from his wide sleeve, and quietly put it in his mouth.

White, maltose.

"It's so sweet." He said softly to Night Breeze.