This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple focused his gaze, just about to take a closer look at the faces of the water maiden and the priest.

But it is a pity that the terrifying scene in the water disappeared only for a moment.

Beichuan Temple got off the trail and came to the front of the shrine.

In sight, is an indescribable ancient shrine building.

There are black marks on the surface of the miserable red stone pillars and vermilion white walls, as if the surface has been burned by fire, and some cracks are still exposed.

Wooden fence, protruding one or two meters of eaves.

But now, the shrine that was supposed to be empty was flickering with faint candles.

Beichuan Temple didn't care about such things.

He tilted his head wrongly, squinting his eyes to look around.

He didn't intend to enter the shrine to explore right now, but it's not a big problem to just explore the periphery.

"That's...?" Beichuan Temple paused, just in time to see the stone platform placed on the wooden road of the shrine.

On the stone platform are enshrined flowers whose petals are pulled upwards.

The general shape of this flower is similar to a water lily, but it does not have the clean and pure feeling of a water lily.

On the contrary, its overall shape has a flirtatious beauty.

"I also saw this flower on the torii platform stone just now." Beichuan Temple couldn't help but murmur.

This is estimated to be the soul-attracting flower of the god body enshrined in the shrine.

Beichuan Temple stood up and tugged at his neckline, and took another look at the weather.

He walked all the way and has repeated the action of looking at the weather countless times.

After a while, the thoughtful voice of Beichuan Temple sounded:

"It looks like it's going to rain."

The time when Beichuan Temple left Asamiya Honya was around five o'clock in the morning, and now it's over eleven o'clock, but the sky is still dark, and there is no sign of breaking the sky.

Then today's exploration is estimated to be like this. It is best to go down the mountain quickly before the heavy rain arrives.

Beichuan Temple took a deep look at the Shinto Shrine behind him.

It's so cold--

 …

The heavy rain has already poured down in a short time.

This is really a rare heavy rain. It is not a problem to say that the sky has broken a big hole.

The rainwater formed a rain curtain, which reduced the visibility ahead and made the road under your feet muddy.

On some ground with slippery moss, as long as you step on it accidentally, you will slip and fall.

If you were on the edge of a mountain abyss when you slipped and fell, you might fall off the cliff directly.

In fact, accidents in the wild are such trivial details.

The rainwater hit Beichuan Temple's winter clothes heavily, making a dense pattering sound.

He put on his winter hat and put on a hood with another layer of winter clothes, but his ears still felt the biting chill.

Beichuan Temple stopped and let out a deep breath of white air, but it was blown away by the violent mountain wind in an instant.

His whole body was already wet by the sudden heavy rain, and his cold clothes were tightly attached to his body.

There was an indescribably heavy atmosphere in the air.

In such an environment, Beichuan Temple seemed to be able to hear——

The mountain is crying.

The mountain is crying.

The mountain seemed to call him to stop and become one with the mountain.

The dark dead air lingered.

The whispers in the ear were blown away by the strong wind in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

Beichuan Temple did not relax, and walked down the mountain firmly.

At the same time, he maximized his five senses. If there was an accident such as a landslide, he would definitely be able to avoid it with ease.

In this way, Beichuan Temple stopped and walked all the way, and at about one o'clock, it re-entered the Shenzhu Village.

He found a fairly dry house with no leaks, and just as he lit the fire, he heard Asamiya Eiji's voice.

"Temple-kun! Are you okay?" Asamiya Yongshi held a large stack of kimonos in his arms, and floated into the room from outside the door.

"It's not too bad. It's just a little stiff."

Beichuan Temple let out a breath of white air, and responded with a pale face.

"Really?" Asamiya Yongshi nodded reassuringly.

Carrying forward for two hours in the cold winter, ordinary people would have been unable to persist.

But Beichuan Temple's body just felt a little stiff and tingly. From this, it can be seen that the six times the physique given by the system is not a fake.

only...

Beichuan Temple poured out all the contents of the backpack.

Although Beichuan Temple bought a waterproof flashlight, it was difficult to withstand such torture, and all three flashlights could not be turned on.

As the key protection object of Beichuan Temple, the mobile phone should not seem to be a big problem, and it can still be used.

The compressed biscuits are not bad because of the packaging, and they can be eaten.

As for the sleeping bags, Beichuan Temple no longer intends to ask for them.

Anyway, there is a lot of money in hand now, so there is no need to save in this regard.

Thinking this way, he raised his hand to close the door, and took off his clothes one by one as if no one was there.

"..." Asamiya Yongshi watched Beichuan Temple's movements, but his eyes flickered, but he didn't yell.

If you wear wet clothes all the time, the heat from your body will be taken away by the clothes, which is common sense.

Fortunately, Beichuan Temple was not a hooligan either, he still had a pair of shorts on his body because he still had some scruples about the pity of Asamiya Eiji and Nishi Kujo who was toasting his body.

Asamiya Eternal respectfully stood aside.

She waited until Beichuan Temple had wrung out all the clothes and hung them next to the fire to bake, then she walked up with her head down and walked up in small steps: "Si Jun, please use these."

Beichuan Temple is a bit strange.

The kimonos sent by Asamiya Eiji were very clean, and there was no such thing as mildew on them.

But it was because of this that he was a little puzzled: "Where do you get these clean kimonos from?"

"Hmm." Asamiya Eiji lowered his head embarrassingly: "These are my kimonos...these are clothes full of memories. And I have been in the coffin for nine years, I also need some entertainment activities, I often take them out to dry.”

Women are strange creatures.

Beichuan Temple couldn't help sighing.

For example, Eternal Asamiya has obviously become a female ghost, but he still loves things like clothes.

Out of courtesy, Beichuan Temple still thanked: "Thank you."

Beichuan Temple has no fetishism but is not a pedantic person either.

Restoring body temperature is the most important thing.

He simply put the snow-white kimono worn by Asamiya Eiji on his body, and gathered around the fire to keep warm.

Eternal Asamiya knelt down beside Beichuan Temple respectfully and gracefully, his illusory face shone with charming brilliance under the reflection of the fire.

The two did not continue their conversation, and the atmosphere froze.

For a while, apart from Xi Kutiao's pitiful shaking of his arms and legs and the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves densely, there was no other sound.

After a while, Beichuan Temple recovered a little before saying:

"Don't you want to ask me some questions?"

"Temple Monarch."

Asamiya Eternal was gentle and submissive: "Facing a man who just escaped from a dangerous situation, it is the best choice for a woman to keep silent and stay by his side."

She said, and blinked her beautiful eyes at Beichuan Temple: "Don't you think it should be like this?"