Hikigaya, the Son-in-law of Three Surnames

"You..." Qingxue was in a dilemma for a moment. If she agreed, she would fall into Hachiman's trap and would be tortured to death by him. But would she just go back without doing anything? She had boasted before coming here that she would become a nun.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid of this little difficulty?" Xiangzi suddenly said in a calm tone with a hint of provocation.

"It seems that the lofty words said before were just witty remarks to attract people's attention. It's really disappointing that the head of the Yukinoshita family is like this?" The monk Hikigaya Hachiman sighed, but his tone was sarcastic. Perhaps this is the machine debate.

"You guys...Isn't it enough that I agree? This time I will definitely become a monk, and no one can stop me." Qingxue thought again and again, and found the one that still had a chance from the two dilemmas. At worst, she would be killed by this bad monk...

However, why did Xiangzi seem to be provoking herself, and why did this guy know that I would come to Xinsheng Temple to become a monk again.

Hachiman smiled an unfathomable and compassionate smile and said, "So, what should you ask me to do?"

Qingxue glared at him: "Stinker, bad guy, bastard, son of a bitch..."

As a result, Hachiman took out a bamboo stick from somewhere and waved it gently in the air, causing a cloud of dust to blow up in the air. For some reason, Qingxue wanted to cover her butt first.

"Now that you have sat down in front of me, you are still so naughty. Do you really think that I have no way to deal with you?" Hachiman...Hikigaya Shojo said indifferently.

Qingxue bit her lip lightly and glanced at Xiangzi beside her. If she was spanked on the table by this bad guy in front of Xiangzi, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing? So she had no choice but to perfunctorily answer him in a very unwilling tone: "Master..."

"What? I can't hear you." Hachiman said with a smile.

"Master!" Qingxue clenched her fists.

As a result, Hikigaya Monk sat down with a big sword and said, "Evil disciple, kneel down, put your hands together, and call me master."

Japanese people, don’t go too far. Qingxue said she will soon move to Bengbu.

Hachiman sighed and said, "As expected, you are not sincere in becoming my disciple. I would rather have no disciples than have unqualified ones. Since you are not sincere, I think it is better to forget it."

What the f*ck old monk, isn’t it me?

But Qingxue really didn't want her great cause of becoming a monk to fail at the first step. She bit her lips gently, tears seemed to well up in the corners of her eyes. The dignified head of the Yukinoshita family knelt in front of the pavilion, clasped her hands together, and said in a humiliating voice: "Master..."

Hold on, don’t cry, Qingxue, you are a strong child.

Hate it, hate it, hate everything.

But someone had no sense of being a master at all, and said softly: "The title of master is too formal, just call me master dear."

I kissed you twice. Qingxue couldn't help it anymore. "Who would call me Master like that? You are so disgusting. It's up to you whether you accept it or not."

As a result, Hachiman was not angry at all. Instead, he looked at Fujiwara Kaori next to him and said softly, "Donor Fujiwara, I see that you have a connection with Buddha, and you don't have to become a monk. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

To Qingxue's surprise, Fujiwara Kaori actually knelt down like this, with a peaceful expression on her face, and called out in a soft and weak voice: "Master dear, can I practice under you?"

"Ouch..." The master's warm and caring voice filled Hachiman's heart with warmth and satisfaction.

"Xiangzi, you traitor!" Qingxue's face was filled with sadness as if she had been betrayed by her best sister. Xiangzi turned her head away and gently stuck out her tongue, which was very clever.

Then, the pressure came to Qingxue. She was slapped in the face faster than she could react. Hachiman looked at her with a compassionate expression.

"Master...Master dear... dear...go to hell." Qingxue couldn't help but turned around and left after shouting. Why did she feel that she was getting further and further away from her goal here?

"Good disciple, wait for the master!" Hachiman quickly rolled up his robes and walked up. Xiangzi also followed behind "Master, dear" with a faint smile.

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Although she left in anger, Qingxue did not take the wrong path. The chief abbot did not arrange accommodation for them because there were indeed no nuns in Shinshoji Temple. However, there were many female tourists and there were places specifically for tourists to stay. However, the place Qingxue went to at the moment was not a guest house, but a calligraphy art museum in Narita Park.

After all, Qingxue really took over and operated the art museum. It was far away from the temple and very secluded. Not many people would go there when it was closed, so it was a good place for meditation. Of course, there were also places to stay. For the two noble ladies of the Yukinoshita family, it was an ideal place to stay.

Hachiman, dressed in monk's robes, followed behind Kiyoshige. Kiyoshige usually wore proper traditional kimonos. It was rare to see her wearing tight jeans and a small shirt like she was now. No matter how you looked at her, she was a bright and beautiful woman, which was really not in line with her identity as a nun.

Xiangzi walked beside Hachiman and asked softly, "So why are you wearing monk's robes and you still haven't explained it?"

Although Qingxue seemed to be walking very fast, she kept her ears perked up to listen to the conversation between the hateful "Master Dear" and her sister.

"Well, actually, the last time I came here, I had a conversation with the chief abbot. He hoped that I could come up with a solution to the problem of aging monks in the temple, the lack of people to take over the temple, and the reform of the temple's financial operations. It's just that I didn't have the time at that time, so I kept putting it off. It just so happened that Qingxue got angry and wanted to come here to become a monk, so I asked the chief abbot for the title of honorary abbot."

Xiangzi nodded, and finally she understood. After all, according to the structure of Shingon Buddhism, the status of junior abbot is not given casually, and the grand abbot will naturally not be given such a status just for cooperating with Qingxue and Hachiman.

Japan is a big religious country. According to statistics, 90% of its citizens have religious beliefs. Unfortunately, the problem of declining birthrate has even affected the number of believers and the issue of successors to temples. The total number of religious corporations has been decreasing by an average of about 250 each year. Many temples have been closed due to lack of successors. This phenomenon has even spread to Shinshoji, the headquarters of the Shingon sect.

In Chiba, Hachiman was somewhat famous among the political and business circles. Plus, the chief abbot had some connections with some families in Tokyo. So when Hachiman came to him, they were both surprised and delighted. This was how Hachiman ended up wearing a monk's robe, but it was just a temporary identity that allowed him to handle temple affairs more easily.

For Hachiman, it was a way to suppress Qingxue's silly idea of ​​becoming a monk at the same time, and they hit it off right away.

The great abbot, who was originally worried that Hachiman would not be willing to shave his head, did not expect that when Hachiman came the second time, he would voluntarily shave his head with a green complexion, which saved him a lot of effort.

Hachiman pouted and said, "As for me, I shaved my head for someone, in order to become a monk. Tsk, I don't know when it will grow back. But someone has been in a bad mood since we met. His conscience has really been taken away by a dog."

Qingxue, who had been listening with her ears perked up in front, couldn't help but slow down her pace, thinking that this guy did have some conscience after all. He actually shaved his head for her, which made the woman, who was angry because of the humiliation she had just suffered, feel better.

"Can I touch it?" Xiangzi suddenly asked, seeming to be very interested in Hachiman's green head.

Hachiman didn't think much about it and slowly lowered his head. After all, although Fujiwara Kaori had a graceful and juicy figure, she was still shorter than Hachiman.

Xiangzi's somewhat cold fingers gently stroked Hachiman's head. Saki's haircutting skills were very good, but she couldn't shave his head bald. Xiangzi felt a little prickly when she touched it, making her fingers itchy. She found it very interesting.

Qingxue, who was standing in front, got angry when she saw how intimate they were, and said, "Are you going to leave or not? It's almost dark."

Hachiman didn't get angry after hearing this, but walked forward a few steps and came to Qingxue. The two sisters were of similar height. He slowly lowered his head and said, "Do you want to touch it? It was actually shaved for you."

He kept emphasizing that the sacrifice he made was for Qingxue, which made her inexplicably bear the shackles of morality.

But unlike the somewhat lazy cat-like (Kaori), even if Qingxue was touched, she would not say it directly due to her personality, not to mention that she had just been bullied by Hachiman.

She hit her master's head with a knife, neither too light nor too heavy, and turned away. Hachiman immediately followed her: "You are killing your master, evil disciple."

"By killing you, a bad monk, I am accumulating merit for the world. Maybe I can even attain enlightenment immediately." After saying this, he quickly left.

Xiangzi walked gently to Hachiman and said, "Sister is upset because of your marriage with Yukino. Everyone knows that this is different from your fake marriage with Shinomiya Kaguya. This marriage is real. Well, sister is also too childish. In fact, you just need to coax her well."

"Wouldn't that be fun?" Hachiman said with a chuckle.

Xiangzi shook her head, feeling somewhat helpless, but this man was just like that. The next moment, her waist was hugged by the monk-robed man, who asked, "What about you? How do you feel when you know that Yukino and I are getting married?"

"Hey, is there any relationship between us?" Xiangzi naturally broke free from the evil monk's hand and smiled faintly, but seemed unpredictable.

"You're using the same trick again. What do you think our relationship is?" Hachiman asked directly.

Xiangzi walked slowly past Hachiman and said, "Wait until you figure out what your relationship with Shiyu is, then we can discuss what my relationship with you is."

"It's a very interesting relationship." Hachiman tilted his head and said directly.

Even Xiangzi, who has a good temper, couldn't help but hit him on the head with the thick book in her hand. What the hell is fun? It's fun.

Xiangzi also left Hachiman and walked to Qingxue. Compared to the straightforward Qingxue, Xiangzi, who liked to stab people with a soft knife, was more troublesome and harder to appease.

Hachiman also knew that as the news of his marriage to Yukino slowly spread, he would have to reorganize his current relationships with other women. The original balance would be disrupted because of this incident, and Kiyoxue's becoming a monk was just a microcosm of this situation.

When we arrived at the Calligraphy Art Museum, someone had already delivered tonight's meals. Although there was no need for the chief abbot to provide accommodation, one or two meals were still necessary. However, starting tomorrow, Hachiman planned to let the female disciples cook for themselves, after all, it was part of their training.

Hachiman was serious and serious when he said he wanted Qingxue to undergo training, and even the clothes were ready.

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The dew is heavy, the sky in the east is slightly white, and the frogs and insects in Narita Park outside the Calligraphy Museum are still chirping in the spring. It is still night outside, the early morning before dawn.

The architectural planning of the Calligraphy Art Museum is very complete. It has a calligraphy appreciation and experience area...a house for writing scriptures, guest rooms for guests to stay overnight, and even an artificial hot spring.

But now the operating rights have come into Qingxue's hands, and there are only three people in this huge calligraphy and art museum.

As she had been tense the whole day yesterday, Yukinoshita was very tired, so even in an unfamiliar environment, she still slept soundly. However, in her gentle deep sleep, for some reason she felt a chill, which made her curl up. But in her hazy consciousness she soon realized something was wrong. She woke up slowly and found that her sister was sleeping next to her. Her sleeping posture was elegant and there was nothing unusual about it. But where was her quilt?

Just as she was thinking this, she looked up and saw a bald man holding her quilt: "Are you awake?"

Qingxue was still half asleep at this moment. She remembered that she was only wearing a thin nightgown. She wondered who this bald man was and her vigilance made her wake up immediately.

In the semi-dark room, she took a few steps back until she reached the wall: "Who are you...what? It turns out to be you."

Qingxue, who was not used to Hachiman's new image for a while, breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he had met a lewd monk from somewhere in this temple.

But this guy is not much better, a bad monk, a fake monk.

"Haha, Donor Yukinoshita, have you forgotten how to address me again?" Hachiman said in a gentle voice.

Qingxue curled her lips: "Master."

"No...what did you shout yesterday?" Hikigaya Sojo shook his head.

"No...I am yours...think about your own status!" Qingxue was somewhat reluctant, so she acted like the head of the Yukinoshita family.

"Haha, Mr. Yukinoshita, this is a pure Buddhist place. Your outside identity is meaningless here. The one standing in front of you is just your master, and the one standing in front of me is just my good disciple."

It was as if Hachiman had obtained a hypnosis app and was brainwashing Qingxue.

She always felt that he had bad intentions, but the semi-enclosed secluded place like the Xinsheng Temple Calligraphy and Art Museum really made Qingxue feel that she didn't need to be bound by her identity.

After moving her lips for a while, she said in a mosquito-like voice: "Master kiss."

The enlightened monk smiled peacefully. Suddenly, a laugh came from Qingxue's side. Qingxue turned her head and found that her sister had woken up at some point and was leaning against the window watching her make a fool of herself.

"What are you laughing at?" Qingxue glared at her.

Xiangzi raised her hands innocently and closed her mouth to show that she would not get involved and not get burned.

"Okay, my good disciple, don't let your emotions blind your eyes. Now, change into your training clothes. Today's training is about to begin. Only after you have trained with me, will you be qualified to have the great abbot ordain you." Hachiman reminded calmly.

"Now...it's not even daybreak yet." Even though he was very disciplined as the head of Yukinoshita, he didn't get up so early.

Because of yesterday's fatigue, she was still very sleepy.

"A healthy soul can only reside in a healthy body. Your greed for sleep is the reason why you are entangled in worldly troubles and cannot be freed." Hachiman shouted, with an attitude that sounded like a wake-up call.

"What...what? Why are you suddenly so serious?" Qingxue muttered in shock.

"I'm always serious. Stop talking nonsense and change into your training clothes."

As he spoke, Hachiman put the clothes in his hand into Qingxue's hand. Qingxue didn't pay much attention to it at first, but when she took a closer look, this so-called training clothes looked very much like the clothes of ancient red-light district girls. The fabric was rough, the skirt was only one centimeter longer than the hips, and the upper body was sleeveless and deep V, exposing the skin to a large extent. It was really shameless.

"How could I possibly wear something like this!" Qingxue protested.

However, Hachiman has his own explanation. He laughed and said, "The so-called form is emptiness and emptiness is form. If you focus too much on the flesh and bones, you will not be able to get liberation. If you want to enter Buddhism, you must first understand this. As the saying goes, there is nothing in the first place, so how can dust gather?"

"There...is such a saying?" As if she was worried that Hachiman was lying to her, she turned her head to look at her sister, only to see Xiangzi nodded.

"This is the training uniform that I spent a lot of time and effort to order in Amazon. You must cherish it, my good disciple."

Search for the same product as Daki on Amazon and you’ll find a surprise.

But Qingxue was still hesitant. She knew that Hachiman might be fooling her, and this kind of clothes was really shameful. After all, she was a lady from a wealthy family, and now she was a person second only to the emperor.

"But I think this outfit will look very cute on my disciple."

Hachiman said calmly, Qingxue's ears moved, and Xiangzi next to her wondered what the hell was cute, was this something a master should say to his disciple?

But someone seems to be enjoying it.

"And if you don't put on the training clothes, you can't start training. Are you going to give up at the first step? This is not the Yukinoshita Kiyoyuki I know." Hachiman continued to give chicken soup and provoke.

"I, I understand, but you have to make sure that no one else sees my appearance." Qingxue finally agreed.

Hachiman smiled calmly. Normally, no one would come to the Calligraphy Art Museum. Moreover, to get here, one had to walk across the bridge built from Narita Park. This was the only way to get here. Anyone who wanted to come here could be seen clearly by the long bridge.

"Then go out and don't peek." Qingxue pushed Hachiman out, closed the door, and began to take off her nightgown, revealing her graceful and plump figure in front of the mirror.

"Sister, do you really want to wear this kind of clothes?" Even Xiangzi felt that such clothes were too revealing. Even if no one else would see them, wouldn't she feel ashamed?

"No, there's nothing I can do about it. He holds the power over whether I can shave my head or not. I wore it out of necessity. It wasn't my own idea."

Qingxue explained, then picked up the clothes of the red-light district girl and began to comb them in front of the mirror.

But in Xiangzi's view, these are nothing but excuses to deceive herself. Perhaps it is the semi-closed environment plus the "sufficient" reasons that make her sister change into such shameful clothes. Perhaps her sister herself does not realize that she actually enjoys such "oppression".

However, as a considerate sister, Xiangzi did not want to lift the veil and was looking forward to seeing what tricks Hachiman would play with her sister.

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After changing into the strange costumes of the girls in the red-light district, Qingxue stood in front of Hachiman. As if to prevent the clothes with little fabric from appearing too revealing, she kept covering the front of the deep V with her left hand and kept pulling it down behind her butt with her right hand to prevent more skin on her fair thighs from being exposed.

Perhaps the effect of this dress was too explosive, Hikigaya Shojo's eyes seemed to be glued to his disciple, and even Kaori couldn't help covering her face with her wide sleeves to hide her surprise.

"Have you seen enough?" Qingxue couldn't help but vent. Although she enjoyed Hachiman's surprised look, she felt shy when he stared at her.

Hachiman took a deep breath and recited the Heart Sutra in his mind to calm himself.

"Disciple, I never thought that you would use this rosy skull to seduce your master on the first day of your training. I am so disappointed in you." Hachiman shouted righteously.

"Didn't you ask me to put it on?!" Qingxue shouted innocently.

"Oh, so that's it. It's okay if it's spicy." After showing off for a while and almost eliminating Qingxue's embarrassment, Hachiman handed a rag to her.

"Okay, next is the first lesson of today's training. Use this rag to wipe the floor of the outer corridor of this calligraphy art gallery." Hachiman said peacefully.