I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

Kurokawa touched the hair on the back of Kiemon's neck, and the other party made a soft grunting sound, narrowed his eyes along the way, and said righteously that Kurokawa's behavior seriously affected his image of Mr. Kiemon, He kicked his legs to let Kurokawa let go.

"it is good."

As soon as Kurokawa let go, Kiemon jumped to the ground nimbly, and continued to look at Nagayoshi and Xie, "Are they having serious conflicts?"

"Yes."

Kurokawa took a look and was not very interested in this kind of housework. He could see that Mr. and Mrs. Yongji didn't have any strange aura on them. Whether it was pregnancy or quarreling, it was all emotional restlessness from the heart.

A family composed of a staunch atheist and a stubborn theist is obviously more difficult than imagined. These two people will not quarrel over trivial matters about money.

But the conflict between them seems to be more profound and irresolvable. It is a difference in personality, world outlook and outlook on life.

Kurokawa didn't want to explore Mr. Yongji's private affairs anymore, so he touched Kiemon and told him not to listen to the corner.

On the way back to the house, Kiemon said, "Your teacher is very determined."

"Yes."

"But his wife's mind is just as firm."

Kurokawa thought for a while, and replied in the same way: "Yes."

He didn't know much about Mrs. Yongji, but only occasionally met Mrs. Yongji when he went to his home with Teacher Yongji, and had a brief conversation at the dinner table.

Mrs. Yongji is a very typical Yamato Nadeko-type woman. It seems that because of the brainwashing education she has received for many years, she takes her husband's career and family as her first priority. Many full-time wives like her have husbands who are mostly doctors, bank staff, professors or teachers. According to a certain class division, they belong to the middle class.

According to the information informed by Mr. Yongji, Mrs. Yongji was not originally like this... Fanatic believer, she maintains a very natural and easy-going view of the gods. Every year there will be a lot of sacrifices in Tokyo, and Mrs. Yongji will wear beautiful kimonos and rejoice. to participate.

It's like attending a song and dance party.

But I don't know when, probably because the two of them are getting older, and the issue of children has become the focus of everyone's conversations. The wives in the community bring their own lovely children, Yuxue, and they are constantly talking to each other in their daily conversations. Others share their parenting treasures.

Mrs. Yongji could only stand aside and smile in embarrassment, and then replied when someone mentioned it: "We are a DINK family, and we don't want children to come between us."

The other party will politely say: "You and your husband have such a good relationship."

After turning his head away, he whispers.

So Mrs. Yongji moved the first shrine at home.

And insert the first stick of incense on it with his own hands.

That was the first violent quarrel that broke out between the two.

Mr. Yongji is a strong atheist and has been teaching for many years. He pointed to the shrine and accused Mrs. Yongji of being weak in heart, so she believed in the so-called gods for a while.

Mr. Yongji wants to tell Mrs. Yongji from various aspects that there are no gods in the world, and those so-called gods are just some kind of powerful creatures, "we cannot rely on these unpredictable creatures, otherwise we are just weak human beings enslaved by some kind of powerful existence That's all."

Mrs. Yongji inserted the second stick of incense indifferently: "I don't understand what you are saying."

"But the gods I believe in."

"You believe in your science, don't you?"

According to the language of the Internet, everyone believes in their own way, and the enclosure is self-cut.

But two people who live under the same roof, eat together, go out together, and live together, they meddle in each other's world, and play with the objects in those worlds, they will encounter this problem of belief sooner or later.

Mr. Yongji said that he wanted to travel, and Mrs. Yongji was sorry that she was going to participate in a sacrifice about the gods, so Mr. Yongji complained a little: "I finally took a rest, you must at least leave us a weekend alone."

But Mrs. Yongji obviously thinks it is more important to be alone with the gods, so she abandons Mr. Yongji and the weekend, and continues to participate in the sacrifice.

Mrs. Yongji wished to hang the amulet she got from praying for blessings on Mr. Yongji's body, but the other party firmly refused, as if it was some kind of poison.

Mrs. Yongji said: "This is a gift I got by donating sacrifices. It can keep you healthy and safe."

Mr. Yongji took off the guard tied by the other party, "It's just a few small gadgets made of paper. Without them, my health and safety will not be affected in any way."

unable to communicate.

Incomprehensible.

Although two people who love each other try to enter each other's world again and again, but every time they take that step, the feelings of "hate", "disgust" and "indifference" can't be restrained.

Kurokawa said that Mrs. Yongji was a firm person.

The reason is that although she is a Yamato Nadeko-type woman, she is gentle and considerate in line with fantasy, but when it comes to matters related to gods, even the earth shaking and mountain shaking cannot shake her belief.

Kiemon said, "I don't know which deity she believes in."

He turned his head slightly with his tail upright, but Mrs. Yongji could no longer be seen, "He is a fanatic."

"Ah... a cute, cute, cute Kiemon-sama like me, when will he get a fanatic?"

"Even so."

Kurokawa asked: "But I still don't understand why gods need faith?"

Kiemon rounded his cat face, "Hey? Kurokawa, don't you know?"

"I'm not a god, and I know very little about such things."

"and."

Kurokawa turned his head to think of the story about Daozu God that he heard from his classmates during the four-country study tour. Any forgotten god will die.

"It's pathetic."

"I don't like such puny things."

"I don't like human beliefs either."

Kiemon said, "But it will be very strong."

"Although I don't know why, as more and more people believe in me, the strength in my body gradually fills up, and I feel like I am going to be omnipotent every day."

Kurokawa: "Oh?"

Kiemon's eyes slanted: "Oh? What does oh mean?"

Kurokawa: "Oh."

"It doesn't mean anything."

Kiemon pouted, with a strange look on his face, "Be careful tonight, I'm going to crawl on your bed tonight, and the cat's butt will rub against your pillow".

Kurokawa knelt down and touched Kiemon's head: "It's the truth. In my heart, Lord Kiemon has always been so cute and powerful. I can't tell whether he is cuter or stronger."

Kiemon blushed at Kurokawa's words. Of course, the thick cat fur covered his face and he couldn't see anything, but the uncle walked more and more awkwardly: "Hehehe. Don't be so nasty, hehe , I haven’t changed on the surface, but in reality it’s extraordinary, but the lack of a tool limits my strength.”

"what?"

"Artifact."

Kiemon gestured, "As Naoko said, the gods can only display their full power when they have their own artifacts."

"The artifact is the soul of that human being after death."

Kurokawa asked: "Why?"

Facing Kurokawa's abbreviated sentences, Kiemon has become accustomed to it, and he automatically explained: "I don't know why gods need artifacts made of human souls to exert their full power. In other words, gods without human souls are nothing. .”

"However, according to Naoko, this seems to be some kind of custom that has lasted for thousands of years."

"The gods need human souls, and that was something that existed before the Heian era."

Heichuan said lightly: "In this case, the gods are very..."

Trash.

"Powerless, isn't it?"

"Who said it wasn't."

Kiemon scratched his face dejectedly, "It is said that I am in the rank of the god of good fortune, who specially bestows... long hair on people."

"But what special ability should I say, I really haven't sensed it."

He rubbed his left paw against his right paw, and the hair on the right paw grew a little bit, "Except for this."

"I can only hope that with the artifact, it will become even more powerful."

"Oh, right."

Kiemon raised his head, "I've been forgetting to tell you, Kurokawa."

"The knife you brought back is also an artifact."

"Naoko said that there is an aura exclusive to gods on it."

"Yeah, I don't really know."

"Kurokawa, how could you not know."

"It's just a very ordinary knife... By the way," Kurokawa asked Kiemon: "Since it is a divine weapon, Kiemon you can use it too."

"Huh? Naoko said that a divine weapon can be held by multiple gods...but I think it's different."

"Try it."

Kurokawa picked up Kiemon and returned to the bedroom, and took out Cong Yunga from the suitcase.

He held the blade with one hand and shook it up and down, but he couldn't see any difference.

Then handed it to Kiemon: "Try."

Kiemon was also a novice who was confused on the road: "I don't remember it like this. It's a bond ceremony between the gods and the artifact. The artifact should be a human being."

Kurokawa directly shoved Cong Yunya under Kiemon's claws: "Why does the artifact have to be a human body?"

He touched the scabbard: "It doesn't matter if it's him or his predecessor, Fire Rat Fur, they are all human."

Kiemon said, "I really don't understand."

According to the flow in memory, he recited the incantation to Cong Yunya. After the recitation, Cong Yunya remained motionless, and Kiemon rolled on the bed: "Failed, failed."

"It's an artifact, but it's not a human soul, and it can't form a bond with other gods."

"What the hell is this."

Hurrah la la-

A gust of cold wind with snowflakes was installed on the window, implying that the weather outside had changed suddenly. Kurokawa glanced out the window. The city center here is not as colorful as Tokyo, but a kind of silent darkness.

I heard that for various reasons, the business circle of Sendai City has moved to the suburbs, so that the city center is hollowed out, so that at night, the city center is quieter than other places.

"It's late."

Kiemon got under the covers and patted the covers.

"Tomorrow, I still have to travel with public funds."

"Sleep, Kurokawa."