Daily Spy Life in the Detective Conan World

Chapter 125 Shanni Temple

As night fell, two cars drove along a forest path.

"Aren't we there yet, Father?" Anya stared longingly at the dark, deep forest path ahead, a chill creeping down her spine.

The child's timidity was evident at this moment, which relieved Xia Chuan; his Anya was still a normal child.

"It should be soon. The road is a bit winding, and it's nighttime. If you're not familiar with the mountain roads, it's safer to drive slowly."

If it were Xia Chuan himself, he would definitely step on the gas at this moment, but he couldn't, there was still an unconscious drunk in the car, and he was afraid that driving too fast would make him vomit.

Don't ask why, because Kogoro Mouri had already thrown up once before getting on the train, and he still seemed a little unsatisfied.

Xia Chuan didn't want his car to get covered in those things; otherwise, even if he took it to be cleaned, he would still feel uncomfortable.

"It's all Uncle Mori's fault for vomiting like that. Luckily, this isn't a tourist attraction, or we would definitely be fined!"

Anya was also very dissatisfied.

Uncle Maoli smelled strongly of alcohol. If her father hadn't turned on the air conditioner for ventilation, she would have fainted long ago. She should have let Aunt Joel take her.

Actually, she could have opened the window, but Anya was timid and felt uncomfortable with the cool breeze outside, so she just held her breath.

Another ten minutes or so passed before Xia Chuan finally began to slow down and eventually stopped by the roadside.

"Have we arrived, Father?" Anya was overjoyed and yawned, wanting to get out of the car, but she shrank back as soon as she reached out to open a crack in the door.

A chilly, eerie wind.

It wasn't until Xia Chuan got off the car that Anya followed him out, then clung tightly to his leg, becoming an accessory to Xia Chuan's leg.

The Mercedes following closely behind also slowly came to a stop, and the three of them got out one after another.

"Are we here, Uncle Natsukawa?" Conan peered around for a long time, but there were only forests and bushes on both sides, and no sign of a temple at all.

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Conan turned to look at the car and noticed some condensation on the windows.

He looked up and took a few deep breaths, then picked up the soil on the ground and crushed it. Next, he walked to the bushes and touched the leaves.

The air is humid, the mist is thick, the soil is very moist, and there is a little water mist on the leaves of the shrubs. This situation only occurs near waterfalls.

Conan looked like he suddenly understood.

So that's how Uncle Natsukawa confirmed the waterfall was nearby.
It seems that Uncle Xia Chuan has a strong reasoning ability. I only realized this after I got off the car. I didn't expect that Xia Chuan, as the driver, had noticed these details while we were in the car.

So thoughtful!
Xia Chuan didn't know what Conan was doing, but he didn't disturb him. He waited until Conan finished all his actions and looked at him with a look of realization before he spoke.

“There are road signs here, and the temple is behind this bush.”

Xia Chuan stepped aside, revealing the wooden road sign behind him.

[Continue straight for 200 meters to reach Shanni Temple]

The road sign was somewhat dark and inconspicuous in this environment. The text on the road sign was clearly written with a brush, and the writer's skill was rather poor, resulting in a rather comical and awkward appearance.

Some might argue that this crooked and distorted font is a personal style.

But Xia Chuan can only say that some are truly amazing, while others are truly terrible. Some so-called calligraphers became famous entirely because of the emperor's new clothes.

Moreover, artists' minds transcend the speed of light; ordinary people like him cannot appreciate this kind of beauty.

Pulling up the now-muddy Uncle Mori, the six of them abandoned the car on the roadside and walked straight into the bushes.

This place is sparsely populated, and the roads are very narrow, making it impossible for other cars to pass through.

"Sister Joel, is there really a temple here?" Xiao Lan swallowed hard, cold sweat already beading on her forehead. She clung tightly to Joel, as if letting go would drag her into the bushes by a monster.

"Don't worry, listen, that's the sound of the waterfall, we should be there soon."

With one hand on Xiaolan and the other on Anya, Joel was completely restrained.

Conan stood behind him, his hands resting on the back of his head, looking both relaxed and somewhat speechless.

Xiao Lan is hopeless. There are no demons or monsters in this world, and magic and Taoist arts don't exist at all!
Natsukawa carried Kogoro Mori ahead of him.

The winding path led to a secluded spot, and after walking several dozen steps, the view suddenly opened up. The rushing water became much louder, and a small stream appeared at our feet. An old, rustic bridge connected the two banks. Following the path forward, a temple stood high above the world.

A lone lamp illuminated the temple gate, creating an indescribably eerie atmosphere.

"Bang!~"

The sudden noise startled them.

Xiao Lan's teeth chattered, and her face was as pale as paper.

"A monster?"

"No, it sounds like something is colliding." Conan frowned and glanced back in the direction he came from.

The sound seemed to be coming from behind.

"Let's hurry up and get into the temple," Xiaolan urged, then pushed Joel forward.

Conan didn't want to get separated from the group, and there was obviously no one else in the forest at this time. The sound just now was probably the sound of rocks falling from a landslide.

This situation is very common during the humid and rainy plum rain season.

The group walked along the winding path and arrived at the temple entrance.

The temple is ancient and simple, with the three characters "Shanni Temple" written in regular script on the plaque, which have a sense of history. It would be even better if the lone lamp overhead was lit by candlelight.

Xia Chuan smacked his lips. "The Yamani Temple is so hidden so deep, yet it still uses a light bulb."

Then take a look at the doorbell by the door and the check-in poster on the wall.

The century-old temple's style has been completely lost.

Xia Chuan stepped forward and rang the doorbell, and soon monks from the temple came out.

"Sir, would you like a meal or a room at the inn?"

The monk was young and a bit short, and his tone of voice was just like that of a waiter in a martial arts novel.

"Check into the hotel, and give me two more plates of beef!" Xia Chuan was starving, especially since he was carrying a Mori uncle, which was very tiring.

"Sir, we enshrine Master Jianzhen here, so unlike other temples, we cannot eat meat." The young monk put his hands together in a Buddhist gesture of respect: "I apologize."

Can't eat meat?

Xia Chuan frowned and nodded: "I originally wanted to donate tens of thousands more in sesame oil money, but I didn't expect that we can't eat meat here, so let's forget about it and hurry up and get down the mountain."

This was said very loudly, and Xia Chuan remembered that the host here seemed to be quite greedy.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of heavy footsteps came from behind the young monk, and then an old monk in his sixties or seventies appeared at the gate.

At this rate, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's thirty.

"Xiunian, how come you have no flexibility at all? Wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart. Don't you know that the temple is short of money for repairs?"

If Master Jianzhen knew that we broke the precept because of temple repairs, he would surely forgive us!

The old monk's voice was loud. He pointed at the young monk Xiu Nian's nose and gave him a good scolding, then turned to look at the group of six.

Her angry expression turned into a beaming smile as she turned around: "Gentlemen, I'm so sorry. Xiu Nian has only been practicing at the temple for a year, and her thinking is still a bit rigid and she doesn't know how to be flexible. Please don't take it to heart."

Xia Chuan nodded and said, "It's alright, but about dinner..."

"Don't worry, guests, dinner is plentiful, and we also have our Shanni Temple's specialty cherry blossom sake!" The old monk waved his hand and roared with high spirits, "Xiunian, Kuannian, Munian, Tunian! Come out and greet our guests!"

Goodness, all that's missing is a handkerchief to cosplay Sister Pomegranate from the brothel.

Despite the complaints, this greedy old monk is still quite sensible!
"Yay~ I want more!" Kogoro Mouri suddenly looked up and shouted.

Everyone:
(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)