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Suzuki Sonoko finally backed down.

The courage that was originally encouraged by her bestie, after thinking that she might be pulled to bed to”rock and rock” as soon as they met, she completely withered.

She was not ready to become an adult.

So she felt very ashamed.

There happened to be a Buddhist temple in Kyoto that was said to be very lively, so Suzuki Sonoko decided to go to the temple to relax.

Well.

Drag Xiaolan along.

However, this behavior pattern of thinking and doing whatever she wanted caused a lot of trouble to a certain blonde girl.

Hayasaka Ai.

Her real name is Xiao Ai. She was sent by Shinomiya Gan’an to gather intelligence.

Of course.

The other party was Suzuki, who was also a chaebol, and Shinomiya Gan’an could not really do anything.

It was just to pay attention to some hidden secrets.

Therefore, Hayasaka Ai became an NPC character that was regularly refreshed around Suzuki Sonoko.

But Suzuki Sonoko, who was obsessed with picking up men, made Hayasaka Ai Ai very tired.

It was more tiring than serving Miss Shinomiya Kaguya.

Are all these rich ladies so tormenting?

She didn’t understand.

But she was shocked.

Because of this incident, she also went to investigate the boy named”Mizunozuki Kiyosuke”.

An orphan, a high school student.

That’s all.

Simple character information, simple interpersonal relationships.

But that face is indeed pleasing to the eye.

Staring at that face for a while every day can relieve the tired mind a lot.

So Xiao Ai would occasionally use it when Suzuki Sonoko was not around.

She just looked at it and didn’t do anything else.

Naturally, she couldn’t get her hands on the husband that the second daughter of the Suzuki chaebol had set her eyes on.

Unless the second daughter of Suzuki bought her from Shinomiya and let her push her ass…

“Mingwang Temple?……”

Hayasaka Ai was once again troubled by Suzuki Sonoko’s thick nerves.

Sometimes, Suzuki Sonoko was more like a commoner than a rich lady.

She was infected with many commoner”bad habits””

……

……

Kyoto, Myoji Temple.

Until now, Kisaki Eri still cannot understand the confusing operation of Myoji Temple.

Myoji Temple is not too big.

It is divided into the outer temple and the inner temple.

Between the two, there is a place for monks to live.

The small temple where Kirin Horn is hidden is located near the forest area.

Along the way, Kisaki Eri saw the maid team specially hired by Myoji Temple with a large sum of money in training in the outer temple.

It is said that it can attract otaku to contribute some incense money or something.

The inner temple is more powerful. Some monks are dishonestly touching the hands of the believers, obviously taking advantage of them.

So Kisaki Eri followed the abbot of the Buddhist temple in front of her and walked in in silence.

Beside her, there was also a black-skinned Kudo.

“……No, I’ve told you so many times, Mrs. Mori, I’m not some black-skinned Kudo, I’m Hattori Heiji!”

“……I also said, call me Ms. Hime, or Lawyer Hime.”

Yes.

Hime Eri has been separated from Maori Kogoro for many years, and her surname has long been restored to her original surname.

She didn’t want to say much to this impetuous kid who was not much different from Kudo Shinichi, but she still felt a little uncomfortable with this Myōji Temple.

She had heard about the”unseriousness” of Japanese Buddhism a long time ago, and now she has personally experienced where this”unseriousness” comes from.

People.

The monks of Myōji Temple have no cultivation or virtue. They are no different from the many people struggling in the flashy world that Hime Eri has seen.

And the reason why Myōji invited her was simple.

If it is the time agreed by Myōji Temple and Kaito Kidd, the outer temple will surely usher in a lot of people. More tourists visit.

By then, if someone takes advantage of the chaos to do something, with a famous lawyer there, Myōji can also take the initiative.

Not only Kisaki Eri, but also the famous detective Hattori Heiji.

After that, there will be Inspector Higurashi of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It seems like a big move.

But the abbot leading the way, Master Huilun, is also helpless.

The treasure inherited by Myōji for hundreds of years must not be lost.

Because the value is immeasurable.

Someone once offered 500 million. (To read exciting novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

US dollars.

Myōji was almost sold.

But the government did not allow it.

How can Japan’s cultural treasures be lost abroad?

“So, you are here purely for the value of the Qilin horn, and not for suppressing evil spirits, right?”[]

Hattori Heiji , who is outspoken, despises Mingouji’s inconsistency.

This behavior is quite disgusting.

If he were Kaito Kid, if he stole the Kirin Horn, he would never return it to Mingouji.

In fact.

Kaito Kid has returned the Kirin Horn after successfully stealing it many times.

It’s hard to say this time…

Regarding Hattori Heiji’s accusations and Kisaki Eri’s intentional or unintentional scrutiny, the abbot Huilun smiled bitterly and was speechless.

Doesn’t he know the morality of Mingouji now?

He knows.

Doesn’t he want to change?

Of course he wants to.

But… it’s difficult…

In ancient Buddhist temples, the abbot was a monk official and had the power to suppress it. In modern Buddhist temples

, the abbot is a symbol, and he also has the Buddhist Missionary Association on his head.

What can he do?

Cut off the monks’ financial resources?

Cut off the monks’ desire for pleasure?

I’m afraid that if he brings it up on the first day, he will have to pack up and go back home the next day.

He is still a good person. He has cultivated his mind.

Unlike the Nanchan Temple next door, it has completely become a tool for the rich and powerful to make money.

It is said that the abbot there has been caught several times in Kabukicho. It is simply morally corrupt.

Shaking his head heavily, Huilun ordered the only disciple beside him to open the door of the small temple near the forest.

Yes.

As the abbot.

Huilun has only one disciple.

Like him, he is at least a moral person.

I just don’t know how long he can last.……

“Now we are here. Please pay attention to this. The treasures of our Ming 467 Wang Temple must not fall into the hands of others.”

Hattori Heiji nodded without comment.

He was here to catch the thief, and even if the host didn’t say anything, he would do his best.

However, Kisara pushed up her glasses and stared at this nominally small temple, which was actually Omaji Temple.

It looked like it had been built for a long time.

The traces of decay left by years of wind and rain were reinforced by Myōji Temple and prevented it from collapsing.

Even recently, alloy materials were used for reinforcement, which included a mechanical structure.

Omaji Temple was surrounded by solemn and precious Buddha statues on all four sides.

They were

Mahakala, Vajra Yaksha, Gunchali, and Devi.

On the roof of Omaji Temple, there was a half-body statue of Acala, holding a copper pestle, with a majestic look of anger and burning. After a little thought,

Kisara thought that Myōji Temple was worthy of Myōji Temple in this regard.

The five great Myōji statues were lifelike.

Against the backdrop of the bright sunshine, the statues were in a lofty posture of burning evil spirits.

“Please.”

Abbot Huilun bowed solemnly.

Now he looked like a monk who cultivated virtues, not the decadent abbot who kept silent on weekdays.

Nodding calmly, Kisaki Eri and Hattori Heiji followed into Omaji Temple.

Inside, there was a four-cornered box with a Kirin statue in the center.

The Kirin horn was located on top of the Kirin statue’s head.

Deeper in, there was an underground passage.