Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"

Zhuxiong was still a little worried, after all, he took advantage of the little white-faced monk, and this kind of debt of favor was the most difficult to repay.

The most important thing is that he has to hurry up to fill his stomach, and help his elder brother Tanjiro bring a bowl of porridge back, so he can't allow too much delay.

"Oh! There's nothing wrong with it! Come on, let's go, let's go to the back door!"

While talking, the little white-faced monk tugged on Takeo's sleeve and ran towards the back door of Sensoji Temple.

The back door is a monastery corridor with no end in sight. The walls on both sides are engraved with strange scripture symbols, and there are two sculptures of Buddha statues at the end that cannot be seen clearly.

The most striking thing is that several cherry trees on both sides are competing to open in late autumn. The petals are white and pink, delicate and beautiful.

The little white-faced monk looked at Zhuxiong's somewhat surprised expression, and began to popularize science with Zhuxiong again.

"The cherry blossoms here are very beautiful! Generally, the cherry blossom trees only bloom in April and May, but there are also some in this season. It is quite rare to belong to the 'early cherry blossoms'."

"Monk Dali is right in front, let's go!"

The white-faced little monk said, and stepped into the main hall of the Asakusa Temple first.

Zhuxiong saw the little white-faced monk walking in, so he had no choice but to follow.

Stepping on the 'creaking' wooden floor, Zhuxiong followed the white-faced little monk through a corridor, and came to the 'worship lottery' area of ​​the main hall of the temple.

Zhuxiong saw that the little white-faced monk said something to the other monks standing here, the eyes of those monks lit up first, and then nodded.

"Monk Dali, I'll give you this lottery tube. You just need to pick up the lottery tube, shake it, and a lottery will come out. Then, according to the number on the lottery, you can find the corresponding meaning of your lottery."

The white-faced little monk explained patiently, and handed Zhuxiong a lottery holder that was on the table, and said without forgetting to remind him.

"Shake, shake!"

Zhuxiong took the stick, then shook it vigorously, and a stick fell from the stick to the ground.

The white-faced little monk squatted down, stretched out his hand to pick up the fallen stick, looked at the number on it, his face was a little dignified, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

"Huh? Monk Dali, do you want to shake out another stick? The number on this stick is a bit unclear."

The white-faced little monk was obviously a little bit reluctant, he took the stick, and then he kept trying to persuade Zhuxiong to change it.

After hearing this, Zhuxiong couldn't help curling his lips, he half-bent down, grabbed the stick he swung out, and said casually.

"What, can't you see the number on the sign? Let me see what 59 means."

While talking, Zhuxiong found a one-to-one correspondence with the topics of the lottery. He looked at the lottery 59 in his hand with a somewhat ugly expression on his face.

"It turned out to be a 'fierce', really unlucky!"

"Monk Dali, each sign has a corresponding analysis, you might as well check it out."

When Zhuxiong heard the words, he looked at the subject of the lottery.

Signature analysis: [There is a drifting heart, no decision]

【Just confused about things, full of all kinds of anxiety. 】

【Although the bright moon in my heart is clear and shines brightly, it is covered by dark clouds of confusion, and even a little bit of the future cannot be seen. 】

[Hurry up and get rid of the confused clouds and get back your original heart]

"Remove the cloud of confusion and get back the original heart."

Zhuxiong muttered to himself, and the white-faced little monk had already placed the stick in Zhuxiong's hand on a large shelf for signing poems, and said to Zhuxiong with some comfort.

"Monk Dali, don't pay too much attention to it. Although the signature says 'fierce', it is not all a bad thing. At least the signature gives a reminder, indicating that there is still a turning point for this matter."

Zhuxiong also nodded when he heard the little white-faced monk's consoling gaze on him, already thanking him very much in his heart.

Takexiong is quite convinced of the credibility of this lottery.

After all, I do have a little back recently, and I feel like I've been unlucky since I started time-traveling.

Zhuxiong looked at the little white-faced monk, and asked in a rather discussive tone.

"Then is there anything that can ward off evil spirits and ward off bad luck?"

"Yes! What you're talking about is the jade talisman to ward off evil, right? It can be used to protect the body's yin and yang balance, and it can also expel all evil thoughts from ghosts and demons, but those things are made by onmyojis with high divine power , I just know that there seems to be one hanging around the neck of the master."

The white-faced little monk replied, but Zhuxiong knew that there was no game, but he just asked casually.

"By the way, are you hungry? I forgot to take you to dinner just talking about this 'spiritual lottery'!"

The little white-faced monk looked at Zhuxiong apologetically, and immediately led Zhuxiong into the back kitchen.

The back kitchen is not very far from the main hall of Sensoji Temple, it is in a small bungalow less than a hundred meters away.

The little monk Baimian led Zhuxiong to the door, knocked on the door, and then said: "Brother Dabing is there, I am Baimian!"

"I'm coming!"

There was a hearty voice from inside the room, a middle-aged fat man in yellow cloth opened the door, looked at the two people outside the door with a smile and said.

"Junior Brother Baimian, are you hungry again, this time you came earlier than usual for dinner."

The monk called Brother Dabing muttered something in a low voice, but the little white-faced monk standing in front of the door heard it clearly.

"Brother Dabing said that you are the most hungry, you quickly find a cloth to wipe the white rice grains on the corner of your mouth, is it true that brother just secretly drank white porridge?"

The little white-faced monk looked at the big cake master who came out, and replied half-jokingly.

"Ha ha!"

Monk Dabing hurriedly wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, embarrassment appeared on his face.

There was a simple and honest smile on his face, and then he was taken aback, looking at a monk standing behind the white-faced junior brother.

"Junior Brother Baimian, please don't expose me in front of outsiders. You also know how big your meal is, and you can't afford my fat body with just that little meal."

Takeo who was beside him was also amused by the fat monk's words. He had a round face, but he looked like a round pie. Takeo couldn't help but admire the abbot of Sensoji Temple. The name is so vivid. .

The white-faced little monk also noticed the vigilant gaze of the big cake master, and then said: "This is a little monk I saw on the road when I was sweeping the floor, but from his self-report, he seems to have lost his memory. Seeing that he is so pitiful that he didn't eat anything, so I thought of you, Big Bake Master!"