I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

Kurokawa opened the paper door, and there was Mount Fuji in the distance, the snow-capped mountain top was the same as the sky.

The light but bright sky fell on the mats on the ground, and the room was brightly lit.

"I'm going to find the city lord—"

Heichuan said something to the sleeping monk Otomo. Unexpectedly, the monk Otomo who was still wrapped in the quilt immediately turned up, closed his eyes, and picked up his clothes from the ground.

"me and you together."

Ever since he was almost beheaded that day, Monk Dayou was a little nervous.

"I'm going to find the city lord for breakfast."

"Are you going together?"

After the vision that day, the city lord seemed to regard him as the kind of eminent monk who practiced for hundreds of years and finally looked immortal, and asked him all day long about cultivating longevity through Buddhism.

Kurokawa didn't have a few drops of ink about Buddhism in his stomach, so he didn't like to go there very much, but once happened to bump into the city lord to eat the morning food - and more importantly, the city lord invited him to eat with him.

Since then, Hei Chuan has been going to the city lord every day during meals to teach him the Dharma... Of course, it is only natural to have a meal by the way.

The owner of the city is a man about 40 years old who is about to enter the middle-aged and elderly industry. He has no son, no son, no son.

It seems that they are planning to choose one of the retainers or relatives' children to become an adopted son to inherit his position, or to find a husband for Xue Ze, and the two will have a son.

"What do you think?"

During the meal, the city lord asked about this topic.

"Ok?"

What does he think?

Heichuan raised his head, not knowing why the city chief asked such a question, he wiped his mouth, "Xue Ze's opinion is more important."

"Ah, yes yes."

The mayor kept nodding.

"Xue Ze is more important."

I always feel that the two of them are not discussing the same thing.

When walking back, I met Xue Ze.

She was standing in the corridor in that crimson kimono.

Followed by A Xing and A Zi, A Xing and usual glanced at him and smiled, and A Zi also stared down at the ground as usual.

Seemingly waiting here specially for him, Xue Ze came up as soon as Hei Chuan appeared, "Zen Master, where are you going?"

"Nothing, ready to go back."

Xue Ze laughed, "Since there is nothing wrong, tell me a story about love."

"Love..."

Seemingly because of familiarity, Xue Ze's words became more and more bold.

"Is the story of Izanagi and Izanami okay?"

"Or the story of Tiansun and Muhuakai Yeji?"

Xue Ze shook his head: "These are old stories, I'm tired of hearing them."

"That's Huo Yuming Ji and the Lord God of Sanlun Mountain..."

"No."

Xue Ze interrupted him, "Tell me... tell me a story about freedom."

"Two people love each other, regardless of their identities, regardless of the world, and make a wish for each other for a lifetime..."

Xue Ze's voice was light and ethereal.

Heichuan stopped, turned around and looked back at Xueze, causing Xueze to turn his head away, "Hey——Zen Master, why do you keep looking at me?"

"There is a story on the continent beyond the sea."

"It's very free...and this feeling has lasted for thousands of years."

"What is it?"

Not only Xue Ze became interested, but even Axing and Azi behind him raised their ears. Kurokawa felt that Azi seemed to have a problem with him compared to Axing, who had always had a good impression of him—it seemed to be a result of the grade ranking in the class. Like the second classmate, he always looks at the first with sullen eyes.

"It's about people and monsters."

"What monster?"

Xue Ze asked.

"Snake demon?" Heichuan replied.

Xue Ze said again: "Is it the same snake as the main god of Sanlun Mountain?"

"similar."

"I've also heard one story," Xue Ze said, "I heard that it was a story between a princess named Shizayoi and a dog demon... But that was a story many, many years ago, and there was still a story in that era." The monster is the lord of the city."

"But in my story, the one who falls in love with humans is a snake demon who can transform into a beautiful woman."

"Yeah." Xue Ze called out, "Did she want to suck that person's soul away, but fell in love with him in the end, just like... like the story of Xuenv."

Mount Fuji is covered with snow all the year round, and stories about the Snow Maiden have been circulating in this land. It is said that the Snow Maiden has a beautiful face and feeds on the souls of human beings. It was taken back to the depths of the snow mountain by the snow girl and eaten slowly.

"of course not."

"It was a monster who had achieved good practice and was dedicated to goodness. She wanted to ascend to the position of immortal, but when she was about to fly into the sky, she was told that she was saved by a man in her previous life, and she needs to repay the man for saving her life in this life." .”

"Can humans and monsters really love each other?" Xue Ze asked.

"Aristocrats and commoners can love each other, and of course people and monsters can too."

"So...has the Zen master ever met a beautiful monster?"

"Is it beautiful?"

Kurokawa asked back: "People have already decided to fall in love with monsters, what do they still care about 'beautiful'?"

"Hey! Zen master, you are really, really."

Xue Ze couldn't speak, so he asked again: "Zen Master, you are so ignorant of style, you must have never liked anyone."

Kurokawa looked at her silently. Although it was a free capitalist country, he was eager to go to college and work to earn money. He really didn't have the time and capital to fall in love. Of course, falling in love is also a very thankless activity.

Xue Ze saw that the young Zen master did not answer, but looked at Mount Fuji in the distance with empty eyes, and there was a long and clear reflection in those clean eyes, as if he was recalling something... recalling what?

Xue Ze fell into the most primitive doubts, wanted to know a person's past and present, and even wanted to intervene in his future.

She didn't know anything about the Zen master. Although the other party told stories, they were all about other people's stories, and she never showed her emotions, as if she didn't care about anything.

Although everyone in the city lord's mansion said that he was a monk who had accomplished cultivation and boundless Dharma, Xue Ze didn't think so... She wanted to discover some secrets that only belonged to her and only she knew.

"Hey."

"Zen Master."

Xue Ze spoke again and asked, "Since you said that people and monsters can fall in love, commoners and nobles can also fall in love."

"So, what about me and the civilians?"

"Can I fall in love with a commoner?"

"This? Of course."

Heichuan said lightly, "But after we fall in love, we have to move out of the City Lord's Mansion. There is no clean food and water, no nice clothes, and no strong roof that can keep out the rain."

"Then all romantic promises fade in just a few years, leaving only a bitter couple tormenting each other."

"If one of the two becomes a monster, maybe it can be recorded in the book as a frightening story."

"If not, I'm afraid it's just one of the countless repeated stories in the past thousands of years."

"Boring and uninteresting."

He turned to look at Xue Ze, "You probably don't want to do this."

He nodded, "I'll go first."

Xue Ze was angry, the bad monk clearly understood what she meant, she stomped her feet, followed, and grabbed Zen Master's wide black sleeve, "Hey, Zen Master, what about me and you."

"Can I fall in love with you?"

Xue Ze grabbed half of Hei Chuan's sleeve, which was cut off for wiping her tears that day.

Although the city lord gave him nice clothes after the vision, the Zen master was still wearing the monk's robe when he came.

Heichuan slowly pulled the sleeve out of her hand, as if pulling out a black flower.

He didn't answer.

But the smile is very shallow, as shallow as the clouds bordering the snow top of Mount Fuji.

He turned around, turned to the left against Xue Ze's gaze, and when the sight disappeared, he lifted his robe and ran.

"Why are you running in such a hurry?"

Monk Dayou saw Heichuan rushing in, thinking that the city lord sent someone to kill them again.

Hastily took out the amulet from his luggage, intending to summon the mountain spirit.

"I was confessed."

"Huh?" Monk Dayou was puzzled.

Hei Chuan took a sip of tea and made a gesture of heart to him, "Confession, that's what it means."

Monk Dayou shook his head.

Heichuan scratched his hair, he couldn't say too directly, "It's marriage, Xue Ze wants to bypass her father and unilaterally enter into an illegal marriage with me."

After all, he may feel that he is being sentimental.

A tap of the palm.

"Of course it's also possible to play around."

Monk Otomo understood what Kurokawa meant.

"It is not good?"

"Anyway, you are also a fake monk. It's okay to return to the common life and get married, and then inherit the position of the city lord."

"But I don't like Xue Ze."

After Kurokawa finished speaking swearingly.

"Also, I feel that Xue Ze might like me."

When he said this, his voice was very low, as if he was not very sure.

"Just pretend she likes me...or she doesn't want to play, but just likes me a little bit."

Kurokawa seems to have no confidence in this regard.

As he said, he has always believed that human emotions are impulsive behaviors that fluctuate with hormones.

Not long-lasting, not long-term, hopeless.

After figuring it out, he suddenly realized that he didn't need to be entangled - because Xue Ze was an immature person, she didn't know what she liked at all, it was just out of temporary confusion, like "the fireworks that day were beautiful, and the The one who confessed under the fireworks looks good on you, so let's be together." This feeling is the same.

"All right."

He calmed down quickly, and nodded to Monk Otomo, "Let's continue discussing the matter of going to Mount Fuji to open an altar."

Quickly made Monk Dayou think that he was hallucinating just now.

"Thank you for that day."

When the two were contemplating this piece of meat, Monk Dayou suddenly spoke out. His expression was solemn, like a Buddha statue in a temple.

"If you didn't stop me, I'm afraid my head would fall to the ground."

"The samurai's mind is really unpredictable."

"Oh, that's okay."

Heichuan first answered the thank you from Monk Otomo, and then talked about the words of the city lord, "It seems that Uehara has always had a heart of disobedience and wanted to overcome him. He feels that the city lord has been fully understood in his eyes, so there is no need to be afraid of him. gone."

"So there was a sudden attack in the house."

"It's an offense to openly draw a knife to kill someone without the permission of the lord."

"I've been thinking about it over and over in recent days..."

Monk Dayou wanted to say something deeply again, but was stopped by Heichuan, "Don't say such words."

"I always feel that you are thinking about some important relationship. It's okay, you don't need to tell me."

Monk Otomo held back, he really wanted to tell Kurokawa his repeated worries and torments in recent days, but he didn't expect to be rejected.

"I think it's better to say it... When I say thank you, you can pat my bald head very proudly—Monk Dayou, I didn't expect you to have today, and say something like this."

"This is unnecessary."

Although Kurokawa looked directly at the meat, he sighed again, "I don't like this kind of heavy thanks or intense emotions, it makes me uneasy."

"Not very stable?" Monk Dayou asked.

"Uh-huh."

Kurokawa nodded.

"These feelings have weight. If they are too heavy, people will run away."

He looked sideways at Monk Dayou, bent his eyes and smiled, "I'm a person who likes to run away very much."

"of course."

"You must thank me for my words. Wait until someone wants to kill me, just block in front of me."

He frowned and seemed to be smiling.

"But I don't think it's worth it. After all, I have many lives, and Otomo you only have one life."

3.

"Go to Mt. Fuji in three days."

"Open the altar."

"Have you planned the route yet?"

"What about the ceremony? Otomo, have you come up with any ceremony yet?"

The three families of Imagawa, Takeda, and Hojo originally wanted to fight, but because they were surrounded by enemies and stared at each other, the three families decided to turn their hostility into friendship and marry each other to form an offensive and defensive community.

The tense Mt. Fuji barrier was also slightly relaxed.

The city lord notified them of the time to open the altar on Mt. Fuji, and at the same time told Kurokawa that he would offer the ganoderma lucidum to Imagawa Yoshimoto. If possible, he hoped that Kurokawa and Otomo would go with him to see Daimyo.

No, no, no.

Sending heads to the enemy's lair is too exciting.

The day of opening the altar is approaching, and it is time to test the lies of Monk Dayou.

The two were busy in the house, and Heichuan looked out from time to time, so as not to let the passing servants hear their illegal words.

Monk Dayou made a gesture, "Everything is ready."

The two turned around and came to the treasure chest. The piece of meat had been kept here for many days, and it was still full of vitality, without the slightest sign of decay.

"What the hell is this?"

Kurokawa asked.

"I do not know either."

Monk Dayou scratched his head. He had always heard that the famous rivers and mountains gave birth to mountain spirits, but he seldom heard that a piece of flesh and blood was born.

still alive.

"never mind."

Kurokawa touched the piece of meat one last time.

"We're leaving anyway."

"Just throw it into the forest."

After finishing speaking, Kurokawa turned back to the cupboard and opened his bag, which contained his school uniform, stone bowl and camera.

Kurokawa took out the camera, wondering if it could still be used, shook it a few times, and called Otomo monk over, "Can you take a photo for me?"

"Mount Fuji hundreds of years ago, no matter how you say it, is amazing."

Monk Otomo was used to not being able to understand what Kurokawa was saying.

He walked over as usual, took the black stone, and aimed at him according to Kurokawa's instructions.

"Etc., etc."

Kurokawa sat on the porch, with the breathtaking snow top behind him.

"All right."

"Crack-"

Monk Otomo pressed the button.

After a flash of white light, there was a third sound of breathing in the room.

Thin and small.

As weak as a newborn baby.

The two stood up, looked at each other, and looked towards the treasure chest where the piece of meat was stored.

A newborn baby curled up inside the rocks.

No wrinkled skin like other newborns, no mucus and discharge from the womb.

Just a clean, snowy baby.

The baby was just born and was able to open its eyes, red.

Otomo and Kurokawa looked at each other.

into silence.

"Zen Master—"

"Zen Master—"

The rushing sound of clogs came from outside.

It sounded like the retainer who led them into the city lord's mansion.

"How are you preparing? The altar will be opened in three days. May I take another look at the Ganoderma lucidum?"

No!

Kurokawa and Otomo hurriedly closed the lid of the treasure chest, and one of them sat on the side very telepathically, pretending to chant scriptures.

When the retainers arrived, they saw this solemn scene of singing Buddha, and he couldn't help lowering his voice, "Zen Master, who is this?"

"Shh-"

Kurokawa raised a finger, "The preparation ceremony in front of the altar is going on, I'm afraid I can't open the box, let you look at the fetish again."

The retainers are reluctant to part with each other and stay with each other.

"Wow--"

A small voice sounded in the room.

Kurokawa quickly covered his face, pretending that he was yawning.

After the retainers left, the two carefully opened the treasure chest, "This thing——"

"Looks like a human being."

"I heard that a thousand-year-old ginseng will transform into a human form, but I didn't expect that the thousand-year-old meat... can also be used."

But since it has turned into a human form, you can't eat it while talking about burning it.

But how to deal with it is a problem.

Warriors of all levels, large and small, come here all day long for visits or psychological counseling, so they can't stay here.

"Zen Master—"

A light and bright voice sounded.

It was the tireless Xueze, even though he had silently refused that day, Xueze still ran here every three days.

Before it was too late, Kurokawa pulled out the baby and put it in his arms, and then closed the lid of the treasure chest.

When Xue Ze ran in, he saw a child in Zen Master's arms.

"This is……"

But the Zen master touched the child's face.

"a child."

The Zen master did not look at Xue Ze, but looked at Mount Fuji in the distance, his eyes were empty, as if he was missing someone... This thought came to his mind, and Xue Ze could no longer suppress it.

Ask, "Is the child's mother a monster on Mount Fuji?"

So many love stories, but they are about people and monsters, there must be some roots.

Xue Ze felt sour in his heart.

You are half right.

His father was also on Mount Fuji.

Kurokawa nodded and said ambiguously.

"His mother came here suddenly. I didn't expect to meet again after a hundred years."

"Fate in the world is so amazing."

"Oh."

"That's it."

Xue Ze rubbed his toes on the mat, "So, do you still think about her?"

Is she pretty?Is it prettier than her?Is she gentle?

Or did you say that once you have fallen in love with someone, you don't care about that person's beauty or ugliness, good or bad?

Why don't you like her?

She can obviously do better.

"That was a hundred years ago."

Kurokawa reluctantly picked up the baby. The baby was very obedient, not noisy...but if he hadn't held it, he hadn't held it.

"I'm not very skilled in raising babies...do you have anyone suitable for me?"

Xue Ze tangled his hair, and said wearily: "Well, Ah Zi has a younger sister, she should be able to take care of children."