My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Taito district, Asakusa.

　　As a representative old city of Tokyo, this place still retains the rich Edo period style.

　　 Not far from Asakusa Station, you can see Kaminarimon, the gate that stands at the entrance of Sensoji Temple. In front of the gate, there is a commercial street about 250 meters long.

Both sides of the 　　 commercial street are full of traditional Japanese and European-style buildings full of the sense of the times, planted with quiet plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum and other plants, and lined with characteristic cafes, Japanese tea houses, and various shops of old and new.

　　 Mingming is in a busy city, but here still stubbornly retains the old and elegant atmosphere. At night, you can even see people dressed as geishas strolling in the alleys.

　　 The black car stopped in front of the commercial street.

　　 Xia Xilin got out of the car, turned around and ordered, and the car took Shiraishi Sachiko and left.

　　 walked alone through the commercial street that has not yet officially opened, and walked into the main gate of Sensoji Temple-Kazeijinmon.

　　 This is the earliest temple in Tokyo. Sensoji Temple already existed before Tokyo's predecessor, Edo, was formed.

　　 Although there were repeated fires in the back, it was destroyed several times. In the early Edo period, Ieyasu Tokugawa rebuilt Sensoji Temple, turning it into a large temple and a recreational place for nearby Edo citizens.

　　 It is morning, and there are not many tourists in the temple, and it is a bit empty.

　　 Xia Xilin was not interested in the Buddhist teachings in the temple, and went straight through the temple and headed northeast.

　　 Passed through a small gate, walked on the long and narrow **** covered with old gravel bricks, walked past the vermilion torii, and the elegantly shaped Asakusa Shrine appeared in front of him.

　　 No one came in this morning, and there was a sign standing alone at the door with a pigeon painted on it, and beside it was the words "Forbidden to feed the pigeons".

　　 Under the sign, an early pigeon stared blankly at the thing that looked like him in the picture, and felt that all this was paid by mistake after all.

There are several cherry blossom trees planted by the courtyard wall. The branches and under the trees are covered with pink cherry blossoms. Walking through them, the field of vision is covered with a light pink filter, just like walking into a fantasy animation. Huan.

　　 This is the time when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom and the rain of flowers is falling. In a few days, when the late-maturing cherry trees bloom, the annual "cherry blossom season" will be over again, and the colorful scene of the city will not be seen again until next year.

　　 Behind the temple, there is a large ruined wall covered with weeds. I heard that it existed ten years ago. No one has been repairing it, and grandma does not allow herself to approach it.

　　 don't know what kind of past is buried in that pile of ruins.

　　 Xia Xilin walked through the quiet courtyard and walked into the inner room. Everything he saw with the naked eye was very shabby and old, and it seemed to collapse at any time.

　　 Asakusa Shrine is a very old shrine, whether it is in terms of age, appearance, or thought.

　　As the oldest shrine in Tokyo, it never puts down its prestige and learns how to survive from its peers.

　　What are the other temples and shrines like?

　　Inheritance declines, breaks, and falls...

　　 Of course, that was before, but it's not like this anymore.

　　 As early as a few years ago, Asakura, the host of Shunji Temple in Fukui Prefecture, looked at the temple becoming increasingly depressed. He had studied music in Tokyo and worked as a DJ. He had an idea and thought of a clever plan.

　　 In order to make young people feel that "chanting can also be cool", he decided to combine electronic music and Buddhism to hold a special ceremony.

　　 The audience was full of technological sense of super ceremony. In addition to holographic technology projection and colorful lighting, electronic music chanting was even used.

　　 Not only that, the whole process was also broadcast live on the barrage, which directly attracted 19,000 people to watch.

　　 In the Setagaya district of Tokyo, the monk Zennobu Fujioka opened a shop owner's bar.

　　 The store plays Buddhist scripture music, and when the bartender in robes prepares drinks for customers, he will also talk about Buddhist principles for customers. The wine list includes vodka and cocktails such as "Blessed Land" and "Infinite Hell" blended with cognac.

　　 Later, Yoshinobu Fujioka didn't think the atmosphere was enough, so he added live performances of rock bands.

　　 While playing DJ, he was overwhelmed, shaking his legs and chanting.

　　 That picture, tusk...

　　 These practices drew a lot of criticism at the beginning.

　　 But, soon these controversies all disappeared.

　　 After all, after that, the monthly number of visitors to Shōenji Temple increased by 30%, and Fujioka Zennobu bought a large yacht.

　　Who would go with the banknotes? Really.

　　 The young man’s heart and his money have all been robbed of you by Buddhism and Taoism. Is this repayable?

　　The major shrines of Shinto have undergone an operational reform one after another.

　　 Clearly mark the price of Buddhist memorial activities on Amazon, set up stalls in comic exhibitions, publish onmyoji related games, publish witches' illustrations...

　　 In this way, the dispute between Shinto, Buddhism and Taoism has gradually become modernized from traditional, from offline Mortal Kombat to online keyboard scolding.

　　 But Asakusa Shrine is far away from all of this, like an old man with a dying year, closing himself up, waiting for death alone.

　　 Let’s be more intuitive. There are modern things in the shrine, well, there are only electric lights.

　　 Xia Xilin put on a traditional witch costume in the interior, a white shirt with red trousers, short white socks on her feet, and a pair of clogs.

　　 then combed her black and beautiful hair into a Ji hair style and tied a white headband.

When 　　 walked out the door, a middle-aged man in a simple and simple official costume also just walked in.

　　 "Oh, good morning Rin."

　　 Xia Xilin replied, "My uncle will be good for a long time."

　　 For a long time, my priest sighed in his heart, smiled heartily and said: "Today I am going to accompany some guests, so you can do it yourself."

"Ok."

　　 Xia Xilin nodded in greeting, and watched him walk into the shrine before picking up the broom and cleaning the courtyard alone.

　　 Most shrine maidens usually work mainly on cleaning, guiding tourists and assisting priests and abbots in various rituals such as exorcism and blessing.

　　 A small number of highly capable people will accept some entrustment of the exorcism, and at the same time will cooperate with Jiu Ke and other organizations to fulfill the mission of being a witch.

　　 After cleaning, I practiced archery alone in the courtyard for a while. When it was noon, the visiting colleagues and tourists also increased.

Xia Xilin came to the door and guided the visitors in. He used a long-handled wooden spoon to clean his hands from the pool where he entered the door. Then he walked to the shrine and worship hall on both sides of the roof and threw something into the charity box with wooden bars. Change money, pat your hands a few times, and pray together.

There is a twine next to 　　, and the prayers shake it twice ~www.wuxiahere.com~ and the wind chimes on the twine make a clear and pleasant sound.

　　 Tourists want to take a group photo, she will smile and agree one by one.

　　 Faced with the look in the eyes of tourists seeking for a visa, she will try to choose some words that people like.

　　 will gently hand over a piece of chocolate when encountering a child who has gone away, and then hold it to find the mother who is hiding in the crowd.

　　 Those pigeons that tourists are forbidden to feed will also swirl around her in the sunset.

　　 In the past five years, Xia Xilin has lived like this every day in the shrine.

　　 Standing in the courtyard, looking at the dilapidated hall, one can vaguely see the scene of the mother in the white dress and red dress living here in the age when he was not born twenty years ago.

　　Mom, can you see it?

　　 Xiao Rin now has black hair like silk and eyes like stars. She has the same appearance as yours, as well as your spiritual power. She is doing the same things as you, even her heart has grown to look like you.

　　 Xia Xilin woke up in the spring breeze, took five extremely long and deep breaths, expelled the last discomfort and soreness between her chest and abdomen, and exuded her body with an elegant smile in the sun.

　　 After dark, a blessing ceremony will be held in the square in front of the temple.

The maiden of 　　 shrine has her lips painted vermilion, and she wears a headdress with intricate light on her head. She stands on a temporary high platform in front of the main hall, facing the visitors.

Accompanied by the slightly weird ancient rhythm of the Yamato flute, in a white dress and red dress, hunting and dancing to the sound of the flute, the gorgeous knots tied with the bells, Dangdang Qingming, dancing the dance that mother once skipped, in the life that mother used Place, jump out the most beautiful dance.

　　 The wind chimes swayed on the altar, the singing was flying in the night sky, and the bonfire that flickered in and out was reflected in the eyes, and the thoughts of traveling through time and space were conveyed in my heart.