This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"The truth...?" Asamiya Yongshi stood behind Beichuan Temple, his face full of surprise.

Beichuan Temple didn't answer, just glanced around.

He looked up and glanced over, and he could clearly see the traces left by the huge mudslide back then.

The mudslide rolled down the steep slope of the mountain and slanted down. The huge kinetic energy and potential energy were enough to tear and smash anything in front of it, and the road up the mountain was covered and flattened.

At least from the perspective of Beichuan Temple, the road that Asamiya Eiji mentioned has been completely buried. Looking up, it is the gloomy Shenzhu Mountain.

This is the spiritual domain for worship and worship, and it is the place where the gods live in the village and all the legends come from.

Green hills, strange rocks, and turbulent waterfalls surrounded by mist.

In terms of scenery alone, Shenzhu Mountain is indeed very beautiful, and the whole mountain area reveals a sense of inexplicable tranquility.

But therein lies the strangeness—

God in the mountain is too quiet.

It was so quiet that no movement could be heard.

Standing here, Beichuan Temple could only hear the strange sound of the cold wind whistling through the mountain stream and the inexplicable 'whirling' sound.

It lay quietly in front of Beichuan Temple, causing Beichuan Temple to feel an indescribable sense of discomfort.

Beichuan Temple squatted down again. He stared at the bones in the soil for a long time, and suddenly said: "Yongshi, is there any collective ceremony in the village of God? It is the kind of ceremony that all villagers must participate in."

"Huh? This...I can't remember a little...it's just such a vague concept..." Asamiya Eiji said embarrassingly.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple's heart moved.

Why did the villagers in Shenzhu mobilize the whole village to the side of the road up the mountain?

The only conclusion Bei Chuanji draws is the ceremony.

His inference is not groundless.

Hideki Hirasaka and Chitose Watanabe in front, their experience of being hidden by the gods and the few records that Chitose Watanabe told him afterwards are enough to explain everything.

Some people are guiding the villagers, and some priests are guiding the villagers—what do they want to do when they go up the mountain?

There is no way to know about these Beichuan temples.

"Look at this, can you think of anything?"

Beichuan Temple took out his notebook from his backpack and turned to a page.

"Okay." Asamiya Yongshi heard the words floating from behind, and his exquisite eyes scanned the notebook.

The things recorded in Beichuan Temple's notebook were very concise, and the clean layout made it easy for her to read them without any difficulty.

That is the afterimage record Bei Chuanji got from Hirasaka Hideki.

'It's time for another ceremony. '

‘Every time I perform a ritual, I feel uneasy inside. '

'But it can't be like this, I'm a priest. He is the priest of the shrine. '

"Grandma Vinu told me that the garrison fire will lead us to the Spring Abyss..."

'Ah...but that mountain...that deep mountain...will become one with me. '

"Zhuhuo will guide us to Quanyuan..." Asamiya Yongshi recited this sentence, her slender eyebrows frowned and finally eased down, and she said in an uncertain tone: "This...should refer to the mountain Ritual of the Shape. I remember."

"Whenever the soul-inducing flower blooms, the gate of the spring will be opened, and the water for purification will be released from there. Drinking the water for purification can also dispel disasters and pray for peace. The ceremony in the shape of the mountain, It is necessary to go up with the garrison fire in hand, and the garrison fire will illuminate the road ahead to dispel evil spirits."

"Standing fire to illuminate the road ahead?"

stay on fire...

This is another brand new concept.

Seeing doubts in the eyes of Beichuan Temple, Asamiya Eiji explained based on the bumpy memories in his mind: "The so-called resident fire is the fire that is enshrined in the shrine. After a year of worship, the cultivated resident fire has been eliminated. Evil function."

"Is Zhuhuo a kind of faint blue flame?"

"The color... I can't remember clearly." Asamiya Eiji looked a little painful.

Seeing this, Beichuan Temple did not force her to continue thinking.

Judging from the current clues, there is a high probability that the villagers in the god station were buried by the mudslide because they performed the "Shape of the Mountain" ceremony.

This is also the main reason why the villagers in the gods were wiped out overnight.

"No matter what, there is no way to go up here." Beichuan Temple stood up from where he was, and raised his head.

There is a mountain wind blowing violently from behind.

Like a human hand.

Push him up the hill—

 …

Since the main road couldn't go up, Beichuan Temple naturally took the road that was said to be haunted by the ghost of Wojin.

This is a mountain trail, and if you don't pay attention, you will be overlooked.

This path is not too rugged, it seems that someone has come here to renovate it, the small bluestone slabs are stacked on top of each other like a ladder.

"From here, you can see Quanyuan. This path will eventually lead to Quanyuan a little below the mountainside of Shenzhu. The height there should not be cut off by mudslides, and you can go straight up."

"En." Beichuan Temple nodded, focusing on his feet, and didn't answer too many questions from Asamiya Eiji.

He walked up step by step.

But for some reason, there was a hint of blood color inexplicably wherever he looked.

Gradually, bursts of simple nursery rhymes sounded in the ears of Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple couldn't help raising his head.

An indescribably beautiful scene appeared in his eyes.

It was a few children, wearing red, green, and light yellow clothes, stepping on an inexplicable beat.

The creepy thing is that none of these kids have heads!

With bare jaws, empty heads, and long sleeves flicked, they danced a weird one-legged dance.

The clear and crisp child's voice sounded like a curse, and the voice was flat——

They sang and read line by line.

'Game, cage. Cage, cage. '

'O bird in a cage. '

'When and when will it come out? '

'In the night of dawn, the crane and the turtle slipped—'

The voice is ethereal and deep, from far and near...

'Just behind—who is it? '

After hearing this nursery rhyme, Beichuan Temple looked back subconsciously.

It turned out that it wasn't that the voice was approaching, but that the body of the child without a head had joined hands at some point and was circling around the Beichuan Temple.

The time is dusk, surrounded by constantly elongated shadows, beating small bodies.

The weird one-legged dance is still dancing, as if it will never stop. From the bodies of those children without heads, Beichuan Temple can feel the eyes full of hatred inexplicably.

"Brother Temple!"

Nishi Kujo's pitiful voice suddenly rang in his ears!

Bei Chuanji came back to his senses, flipped out the Kanesada in his hand, and cut all the children's bodies in half with one flip!

The scene of dusk disappears, the elongated shadow disappears.

When Beichuan Temple looked up again, he found that he had unknowingly reached the edge of the cliff, and he would fall if he took one step.

This weird and peculiar scene made Beichuan Temple's calm expression slightly change.

What happened just now?

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