Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

"Damn thief, don't let me catch you, or I'll kill you!"

Zhu Xiong roared, his face was full of resentment, he clenched his fists involuntarily, but everything he did now was in vain.

Zhu Xiong, who had no money, suddenly lost his confidence.

Takeo looked at the road to 'Udon', but at the moment he hesitated, and then walked towards another path.

He didn't want to trouble the owner of 'Udon' anymore. If the owner of the noodle shop found out that he accidentally lost the 'Asakusa One Card' he gave him, he didn't know how he would feel.

"How can I make money?"

Zhuxiong collected his thoughts, looked at the crowded crowd, and gradually came up with an idea, didn't he want to set up a stall, now is a good opportunity.

However, if you want to sell things, there is a hard condition here in Asakusa, the booth must have a store.

This is also to prevent unscrupulous sellers from taking money and running away, and the introversion between stalls is also extremely intense, and they usually sell different products to attract customers.

After a rough analysis, Zhuxiong lost even more confidence, and then sighed.

"The old saying is true. Without money, it is difficult to move an inch, and a penny is difficult for a hero!"

Unknowingly, Takeo gradually left the commercial district of Asakusa, he walked aimlessly forward, a little brother appeared behind him, and stopped him at once.

"Little brother, which temple monk are you, why are you walking on the street alone?"

Zhuxiong noticed a figure approaching him, so he turned his head to look around.

I saw a rather fair-looking young man dressed in a monk's robe walking towards him.

He was smiling, with a large string of rosewood beads hanging around his neck, and a pair of straw sandals on his feet. He looked at Zhuxiong with a smile, and started talking enthusiastically.

"you are?"

Zhuxiong felt vigilant, but there was nothing to be deceived by his appearance, so he didn't take too many precautions, but asked directly.

The robed monk smiled and replied: "Little brother, I am a monk from this Sensoji Temple, and I am here to receive incense from pilgrims. You don't look like a local monk here. Where are you from?"

"I?"

Somewhat unexpectedly, Zhuxiong pointed at himself with his finger first, and then he was a little relieved. After all, he was wearing the clothes of the arrow ghost before he was alive, and the most important thing was that he was bald, which really meant a monk.

However, this little monk seems to have just arrived, and his eyesight still needs to be practiced more.

"Uh-huh!"

The monk-robed monk nodded, seeing that Zhuxiong hadn't spoken for a long time, he thought it was because he was too presumptuous, so he opened his mouth and added.

"By the way, little brother, I was rude and forgot to give my dharma name. You can call me 'white face'. It was the dharma name given to me by the abbot of Sensoji Temple when he saw my fair face. I don't know why, little brother. call."

The little white-faced monk said sincerely, without any affectation.

"It turned out to be like this. My Dharma name 'Da Dali' has been very powerful since I was a child, but I seem to have lost my memory. I can't remember which temple I practiced as a monk."

Takeo prevaricated a few words casually, but one thing was true, he really didn't know which temple he belonged to, and he was about to leave soon, he was still thinking about what to bring his brother Tanjiro to eat tonight.

And the white-faced monk looked at Zhuxiong's attire, his jacket had a hole that hadn't been repaired in the future, and he looked poor, and then he said sympathetically.

"Monk Dali, please wait a moment. Seeing that you don't have any money with you, you must be starving. Why don't you come to our Sensoji Temple to have a rest!"

"How embarrassing is this!"

Zhuxiong smiled and politely rejected the kindness of the white-faced little monk, after all, his brother was still waiting for him to go back and bring food.

"Brother Dali, please stop. Since we know each other here, it means that our fate has arrived. It's not too late to come to the temple and have a drink of porridge before leaving!"

"Porridge!"

Zhuxiong was stunned for a second, and then there was a look of joy on his face, he stopped in his footsteps immediately, then turned around and grabbed the white-faced monk's hand, and said in an excited tone.

"That's very grateful to the white-faced monk, let's go!"

"(⊙o⊙)..."

The white-faced monk was frightened by Zhuxiong's sudden action and took a few steps back, looking at Zhuxiong in surprise.

But now that he has decided to help him, the white-faced little monk feels very happy. After all, compassion is the most reasonable saying of Buddhism, and it is also a good thing.

"Then monk Dali must follow me closely, welcome to Sensoji Temple!"

After saying this, Zhuxiong walked towards the stone ladder under the temple under the guidance of the little monk Baimian.

Takeo walks on the stone steps up the ridge, halfway up the hillside you can see a torii gate, the red pavilion connects the two floors of the main hall, elegant and solemn.

"What is this? It's so big!"

Takeo let out an exclamation. He looked up and saw the gate standing at the entrance of Sensoji Temple and the huge red lantern hanging in the middle of the gate.

The word "Leimon" is engraved on the surface of the lantern. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the majestic and solemn momentum can't help but shock Zhuxiong.

"Monk Dali hurry up and follow me, don't get lost!"

The white-faced little monk who was leading the way turned his head to look at Takeo from time to time. After all, when he entered the main hall of Sensoji Temple, there would be more people.

Takeo's eyes were a little straight, and he carefully stepped over the beam at the entrance of Asakusa Temple, stepping on the celadon stone bricks, and within a few hundred meters was the main hall of Sensoji Temple.

The main hall is two stories high, and the overall layout of the building is very elegant. There are two long queues lined up on both sides of the road, in order.

In an instant, a strong fragrance of Buddha rushed straight into Zhuxiong's nostrils, and Zhuxiong's whole body seemed to be a little ecstatic.

Seeing that Takeo was not used to it, the white-faced monk quickly explained with a smile: "These pilgrims are all rushing to the Sensoji Temple's 'sacred spirit lottery'. It is said that the special spirit will respond to every request!"

"Is it really that accurate?"

When Zhuxiong heard this, he immediately became interested. In fact, since he traveled here, he always felt that he was very unlucky, and felt that everything was not going well.

The little white-faced monk saw that Zhuxiong's heart was obviously a little moved, and he spoke more vigorously with some pride.

"Whether it is seeking wealth, marriage, career, or work, it is very effective. Monk Dali, do you want to try it?"

"Wouldn't that be bad, little monk with white face, look there are so many people in front of you."

Zhuxiong hesitated for a while when he saw the continuous stream of pilgrims, and said casually with some embarrassment.

"Hi! What are you afraid of? These pilgrims are queuing up, but we have people, go, I will take you through the back door to count as a lottery!"