I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Afterwards, Tadamichi Iori began to recite a prayer in a solemn voice to pray for the demons to be exterminated and for the removal of the demons, and the people watching the ceremony fell silent.

After the prayers were recited, the old man picked up the poplar tree branches and performed ritual actions.

Livni came over with a selfie stick in her hand and asked Higashino Yu in a curious whisper in unfamiliar island Mandarin: "Mr. Higashino, what was the priest reading just now?"

The accent of the lady in front of me was a little weird, and it took Higashino Yu a second to react.

First with a polite smile on his face: "I can understand you when you speak English."

Then he simply answered her question: "The prayer that the priest said was about asking the gods to exorcise demons and pray for peace."

Livni nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Does Mr. Higashino believe that there are gods and ghosts in the world?"

Dong Yeyu thought for two seconds and said seriously: "This is a religious culture, and its essence is the working people's yearning for a better life. Of course, if you insist on asking me if there are supernatural phenomena, then I think that until there is no definite evidence, , it’s better not to make any judgments.”

Neither the exorcists nor the government want people to know about the existence of gods and demons.

Most mortals are not equipped to deal with these dangers. Sometimes knowing too much does no good. Just like in the Cthulhu worldview, people with dull inspiration are more likely to live to old age in peace and joy. This is a kind of protection.

Livni was obviously dissatisfied with Dongyeyu's somewhat official speech, and her attention turned to the girl in a dress next to Dongyeyu.

I was attracted by Dong Yeyu before and didn't notice the girl standing next to him. Now I took a closer look and suddenly showed a surprised look.

Obviously, she felt more at ease with Miko who was of European descent.

Noticing that the two people were relatively close to each other, and that the girl was still pulling Higashino Yu's sleeve, Livni was a little curious about the relationship between the two: "Are you Mr. Higashino's?"

Yuzi didn't have a good impression of this inquiring travel blogger, so she just looked at her calmly: "Friend."

Not a sister? Dong Yeyu glanced at the girl and was a little surprised. Before, Miko regarded herself as his sister, so why are they different now.

The festival came to an end quickly, and no gods appeared. However, Dong Yeyu did have some mysterious feeling in his spiritual sense. It was unclear what it was, but the feeling it gave him was positive.

Maybe this is God's blessing?

This Kunijin god named Inahime takes great care of him. Although he hopes that he can become Gozen Inari, which is purposeful, it would be too foolish to think that only unconditional giving can be regarded as kindness. .

Higashino Yu was indeed grateful in his heart, but he just thought that Inari-hime hoped to recruit him to serve as her royal Inari, and he felt inexplicably sad. It was easy for him to repay the kindness of mortals, but it was difficult for him to repay the kindness of gods.

If nothing can be done in the end and I really become Gozen Inari, how long will it take me to be a divine messenger before I can repay my favor?

It's not that being Inari's envoy is a bad thing. After all, he is just a wild fox who has not even achieved the golden elixir. Being able to order Gozen Inari seems to outsiders to be like smoke rising from his ancestral grave.

But as a native of China, Dong Yeyu still has a dream of a happy immortal in his heart.

I travel to the North Sea in the morning and the sky is green at dusk. The green snake in my sleeve is courageous. Three drunk people in Yueyang didn't know it, and they sang loudly and flew across Dongting Lake.

Once you become an envoy of God, you cannot leave your post without permission. You must either sit down at your desk or file papers, or guard the kingdom of God. How can you be so free?

Dong Yeyu sighed softly, take one step at a time.

Iori Tadamichi in front of the main hall removed the sacred food, recited a congratulatory message, closed the main hall door, and announced the end of this temporary festival.

As soon as the words fell, the priests stopped and laughed and chatted with each other. Although they lived in the same town, they didn't meet often, and the festival was a good time to exchange feelings.

The young workers began to step forward and put all the musicians' instruments back into the big wooden box.

"I have to go help, Miss Livni, see you later."

Higashino Yu bid farewell to the travel blogger and walked to the venue to move the wooden table used for Iori Tadamichi's sacrifice back to the yard of Iori's house, with Miko following behind him.

“Does Nissan Higashino want to be a blogger?”

"There is a plan, but there has been little progress before, so it has been shelved for the time being."

"Is it for money?"

Miko was a little curious. In the impression, Higashinoyu seemed to be running for money besides practicing and studying. The reason for getting along with Asami Sanae was because of money in the first place.

Of course, she knew that Higashino Yu had been sending money to Sunshine Garden in Kyoto, so in addition to some special emotions that she didn't know what they were, she actually admired him quite a bit.

Higashino Yu thought for a while: "That's not entirely true. Being able to get to know and talk to many people on the Internet who may never get to know each other in this life under normal circumstances is a very interesting thing in itself."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone in his trouser pocket kept vibrating as if he was having an epilepsy. He took it out and took a look. He saw that the number of fans that had only been in single digits had now increased to more than a thousand, and the number was still jumping from time to time.

If Miss Livni edits the live broadcast process into a video and posts it online, it should attract more fans, right?

While moving the tables, chairs and benches back to Iori's house, Higashino Yu was thinking about what style of blogger he should be in the future.

You can attract fans by diversion, but you need to have something to do to keep them, and you have to consider long-term development. You can't just rely on your appearance. The threshold for bloggers is very low, and there are good-looking people everywhere.

Of course, you can't do those things that have no bottom line. After all, you are an orthodox monk, and you have to have some face.

Now is the information age, all black history can be recorded in the form of videos. If you become a figure of the ancestor level in the future, you may be ridiculed until the era restarts.

But you can't shoot videos like exorcising monsters, otherwise you will be banned by the platform.

No industry is simple. Dong Yeyu thought for a while and had no clue. This matter needs to be considered in the long run.

After the festival, Dong Yeyu returned to the room to pack his luggage and told the old man that he was going to Taoxiang. He didn't ask anything, but just told him to bring Chengming Ichimonji Nagamitsu.

In fact, there is nothing to bring, just a backpack and a sword. At present, the demons of Oeyama may come to us at any time, so it is likely that we will go and come back on the same day.     "Yuko, I'm leaving. I'll probably go home tonight." Dongye Yu stood outside the study and looked inside to say goodbye.

Yuko was sitting at the desk, holding a book called Guwen Guanzhi in her hand and reading it carefully. She didn't look up, but just said softly: "I will wait for you to go home for dinner. Be careful on the road, Dongye Nissan."

The young man at the door hummed and turned to leave. The footsteps gradually went away and gradually could not be heard. The sunlight quietly groped in from the window lattice on the side and reflected on the white pages of the book. The cicadas in the guarding forest seemed to never be quiet.

Yuko frowned slightly, feeling a little unable to concentrate. After thinking about it, she simply lay on the tatami, took out her mobile phone, and looked through the boring videos posted by Dongye Yu on YouTube.

There are only two or three videos, all of which are about Higashino Yu introducing how to grab cheap bento in the supermarket. It is very boring, and the editing method is also very simple and too long. The only bright spot is probably himself.

However, Miko didn't care about these. She watched them over and over again with relish. She also read Gu Wen Guan Zhi for a while on the desk, and then looked up at the bright sunshine outside the window.

Why is it not evening yet?

After saying goodbye to Miko, Higashino Yu left the courtyard of Iori's house and came to the shrine.

At this time, Livni and the other girls had disappeared. They probably went somewhere else. Inari Shrine itself is not big. It only takes a few minutes to visit it. Even if you count the worship, it won't take long.

There are some locals worshiping in the shrine. A dozen tourists are buying high-priced amulets under the deception of the part-time shrine maiden Moriyama. The shrine maiden collects money with a bright smile. I don't know if Inahoji, who is sitting in the shrine, will give her a divine punishment on the spot when she sees this scene.

Around eleven o'clock, the water on the road was dried up by the bright sun. The sky was as clear as glass. There was no cloud, as if it had all been evaporated by the sun. The city turned into a vast expanse of white, making it hard to open your eyes.

It was only early summer, but it felt like a steamer.

After leaving the shrine, Higashino Yu did not choose the expensive taxi in Tokyo. He first ran to the 711 supermarket in Ayase-cho to buy some drinks and biscuits, and then went to the station to buy a ticket.

His luck was pretty good. There was a Shinkansen on his planned route that was about to arrive at the platform. After waiting for a few minutes, the train arrived and Higashino Yu boarded the train.

There were not many people on the train. Higashino Yu found a secluded seat and sat down. He stared blankly at the city flashing outside the window, thinking about his blogger's plan to make a fortune.

He changed to a Shinkansen to Inzai City and changed to a tourist bus. It was already past two in the afternoon when he arrived in Taoxiang.

Dong Yeyu sat by the window in the back row of the bus, chewing biscuits while looking at the fields outside the window. The wheat here was still green in the spring, but now it has begun to ear. The warm wind baked by the sun kept pouring in from the car window, with a strong smell of fertilizer and soil.

The Taoxiang Shinkansen seems to have not resumed operation yet, but there are already a lot more vehicles on the road, and the hotels in Taoxiang Town have also become somewhat popular. It seems that it is only a matter of time before Taoxiang recovers its original tourism boom.

Maybe Yuanjun didn't come to Tokyo to play as agreed because he was busy with his divine duties?

After all, after so many years of being in a mess, the affairs that need to be dealt with in the region have long accumulated into a mountain, and she doesn't have a divine messenger, so she probably can't finish them all in a short time.

Dong Yeyu felt a little ashamed for maliciously speculating that she was lazy and slept again. She was judging others by her own meanness.

The bus terminal is the parking lot halfway up the mountain in Xiashan. The parking lot has been renovated and tidied. Many private cars are parked there, and many tourists are standing on the approach to the shrine.

Dong Yeyu drank a sip of mineral water, washed away the dry biscuits in his mouth, got off the bus with his backpack and a sword on his shoulder, and prepared to go to Taodong store to say hello first.

Walk up the approach to the shrine, follow the route in memory and walk into a small path next to it, walk along the path, go deep into the bamboo forest, pass through the bamboo fence, and enter Taoxiang's hot spring hotel.

At this time, several female tourists were walking out of the hotel with smiles, and it seemed that they had just finished taking a bath and were about to leave. When they saw Dong Yeyu coming over, their eyes were straight.

"Welcome to visit next time."

A girl in a simple yukata was bowing to see off the guests. When she looked up, she saw several guests standing in front of her without moving. She felt a little strange. She stood on tiptoe and looked over their shoulders. Her eyes fell on the young man walking over. She was stunned at first, and then her black jade eyes lit up instantly.

She subconsciously took two steps forward, as if she wanted to say something, but she was speechless when she opened her mouth. She didn't know where to put her slender white hands, and looked at a loss.

Dong Yeyu stepped aside to let a few female tourists go. After they left, looking back every few steps, he began to look at the girl who had completely turned into a human form for a moment, and smiled approvingly.

"It's only been a month or two, but you've already reached this point? It seems you've worked hard during this period. You've done a good job, Taodong."

The Taodong in front of me is no longer the raccoon girl with a raccoon head in my impression. Her black and shiny hair is tied into a neat bun with a peach branch wood hairpin. Her skin is crystal clear, delicate and white, her face is round, her willow-leaf eyebrows seem to be frowned, her peach blossom eyes are as bright as water, and she is pretty and lovely, giving people a feeling of weakness.

However, the white ropes tied up the sleeves of her yukata with straps on her shoulders, her not-so-thin arms and her somewhat rough fingers show that she is not a vase-like woman.

It is not easy for a raccoon to support a hot spring hotel.

Hearing Dong Yeyu's praise, the gentle and magnetic voice is like a hot spring with the right water temperature, which makes Taodong unconsciously indulge in it, almost suffocating, and her nose is sore.

She recalled that she had been running the inn during the day for the past two months, watching the family inn, which was deserted, gradually get better. She diligently practiced the Qi-refining technique taught by Dong Yeyu at night and in the morning, and gradually learned the illusion technique that she had never been able to learn before.

More than once, she wanted to run to Tokyo to find Dong Yeyu to share all these things worth celebrating, but every time she walked out of Xiashan and stood on the ridge of the wheat field looking at the unknown outside, the little cat returned to the inn with a complicated look.

She knew that going to Tokyo would also cause trouble for him, and only Tao Dong in Taoxiang could help him.

But now, he finally came to see her.

Tao Dong had a lot of words and things to share with him, but there were so many things and so many things to say that she didn't know how to start for a while.

The girl was a little anxious, wiping her hands on her clothes, sniffing her nose, her eyes sparkling, unable to suppress her emotions on the verge of collapse, and could only keep telling herself in her heart, Tao Dong, you have to know etiquette and not be rude in front of Master Dong Ye.

Dongye Yu opened his arms, "Do you want a hug?"

Tao Dong's mouth pursed, and crystal tears slid down like a broken dam, finally falling into the arms of the soul.

"Master Dongye, I miss you so much."