The Strange Tales of Tokyo Monk

On it was a message sent by Pinggong Qianye a few minutes ago: [On the way, may be late].

Occasionally she needs to politely turn down some boys who want to approach her and talk to her.

[Hiramichi-san, I have finished a bottle of soda]

After sending the message, Horii Suzune raised her head slightly and glanced at the couples in the crowd.

In fact, there are still about 7 minutes before the agreed time of 10 o'clock. She came a little early on purpose, of course, for the purpose of making someone late.

Deliberate and calculating, now this word is very suitable to describe her.

There is no way. In a relationship, someone always has to take the initiative.

Two silent matches cannot produce dazzling sparks.

She has always believed that everyone should be the protagonist in their own life.

She has always been proactive in doing what she wants to do, instead of waiting for the so-called fate to fall from the sky.

Fate is too vague and illusory, and she never places her hopes on it.

After taking a sip of soda, Horii Suzune lowered her head and opened her phone. A new message from Hiramiya Chiya had been sent.

I've arrived

Horii Suzune stood up and looked in the direction of the train for a while, then she saw Hiramiya Chiya walking towards her.

He was accompanied by a handsome young monk, and the two seemed to have a good relationship.

Horii Suzune subconsciously frowned slightly, but fortunately, the monk quickly said goodbye to Pinggong Chiye and walked towards another road.

"Hiramiya-san, you're late."

"I was delayed by something just now."

Hiramiya Chiya walked through the crowd and came in front of Horii Suzune.

It seemed a bit strange at first glance.

Tonight, Horii Suzune wore a yukata, which is commonly seen in fireworks festivals.

The overall color tone is mainly blue and white, with blue florals evenly scattered on the surface of the white yukata, and a cluster of not-so-bright red and yellow colors at the neckline.

How should I put it, it looks good, but it feels a bit strange.

Horii Suzune, who always wears school uniform, always looks smart and capable.

At this moment, she seemed to have put away all her edge, and instead had a more gentle temperament.

"Hiramiya-san, you seem to smell like another girl's perfume."

Horii Suzune's nose twitched slightly, as if she smelled something. She took two steps forward and sniffed Hiramiya Chiye's collar a few times.

"I was just giving them a lecture on the sutras and preaching the Dharma."

"they?"

"Suzuka-san is in a group of 6."

"Ryouka-san came to your temple?"

Perhaps sensing the obvious emotional fluctuations in her tone, Horii Suzune added, "Hasn't her problem been completely resolved yet?"

"The problem has been solved. She came here specifically to thank you for your help last time."

Hiramiya Chiya was talking to Horii Suzune as they walked towards a higher place.

There are people below, and the higher you go, the wider your view will be, and the better the scenery you can see.

But there are many smart people who think this way, and the better positions are already occupied by people.

While they were still looking for a suitable viewing spot, a group of fireworks had already rushed from the ground to the sky in the distance and bloomed.

The fireworks burst into a riot of colour, falling like fireworks.

"No need to look for a spot deliberately, just be among the crowd."

Horii Suzune gently pulled Hiramiya Chiye's sleeve and moved closer to him, her face taking on a blush against the backdrop of the fireworks.

Seeing that Horii Suzune didn't care about the viewing position, Hiramiya Chiya naturally wouldn't care either.

There were a lot of people around, and Hiramiya Chiye could clearly feel Horii Suzune's body gradually leaning towards her, with her shoulder almost touching her arm.

Maybe it was pushed here by passers-by, after all, there are too many people here.

After thinking for a while, Hiramiya Chiye took Horii Suzune to the corner on the far right and let Horii Suzune stay in the corner. He stood on the outside, using his tall body to create some space for himself.

In this way, Horii Suzune will no longer be pushed and squeezed by passing tourists.

However, Hiramiya Chiye did not see any expression of joy and gratitude on Horii Suzune's face. Instead, she sighed softly, as if she was regretting something.

But she soon smiled and told Chiya Hiramiya some things about the Sumida River Fireworks Festival.

Despite the noise around her and the sound of fireworks exploding in the distance, Pinggong Qianye could still clearly hear what she said.

The Sumida River Fireworks Festival usually takes place from 7:8 to :, which is an hour and a half. Other fireworks festivals are also held within this time range.

After all, those fireworks flying into the sky are made of money.

The bigger, more stunning, and more beautiful the fireworks are, the more money they require.

Some people often say that Japan's spring is cherry blossoms, summer is fireworks, autumn is yellow flowers, and winter is snowflakes.

Hiramiya Chiye felt that it should be slightly modified. In the summer in Japan, the scene before him should be one with money to spend.

After watching for about half an hour, Hiramiya Chiya and Horii Suzune left the viewing point near Asakusa Station and walked along the street lined with various food stalls.

The real fireworks display is not as beautiful as in the anime. After all, there are people everywhere, and without the blessing of filters, even the most beautiful pictures need to be discounted.

All kinds of noise, the constant conversations, discussions, quarrels... will gradually wear away the patience of those who are in it, and make all beautiful things gradually become hateful.

Only food can't talk, because they can't talk.

Pinggong Qianye walked along the way and tried almost every snack.

Some of them taste good, but some of them have become less delicious due to too many customers, and it is rare to see any surprising food.

There is no legendary delicacy that emits golden light once opened.

Alas, the cooking skills of the Japanese chefs this time are not good.

Walking through the busy streets, Horii Suzune pointed to the left front direction towards Hiramiya Chiya, where a haunted house was built. Two male members of the supernatural club were standing at the door, distributing flyers and soliciting customers.

There are two small stalls on both sides of the haunted house, one selling oden, and the other selling fried noodles, fried dumplings and other food.

Pinggong Qianye walked over and asked for a portion of food to try.

While chatting, I heard them complaining that the people from the photography department disappeared when the Spark Conference started and all ran out to take pictures.

This is also an interesting youth life.

Pinggong Qianye took a bite of a large piece of radish. The seasoning was good, but the radish was not well chosen.

After eating, Hiramiya Chiya and Horii Suzune came to the entrance of the haunted house.

"President, do you want to go in and take a look around with Hiramiya-san?"

"Especially you, Hiramiya-san. You don't even know what scary things are in the haunted house, right?"

"Oh, oh, don't hesitate, bring the president in to experience it and see if there are any deficiencies."

The two members of the supernatural club almost pushed Hiramiya Chiya and Horii Suzune into the haunted house.

“I really hope the president can succeed.”

"That's right. Tonight is the fireworks festival. It's the perfect time to leave a romantic memory."

"It's youth. I miss it so much."

"Yes, the breath of youth, but why are the two of us here on such a youthful day?"

"..."

After a deep silence, the two members of the Psychic Society looked at each other and sighed, gaining a deeper understanding of youth.

Your youth and my youth seem different.

The dark haunted house, with dark red or pale green lights, creates a frightening atmosphere.

Since the haunted house was built, Pinggong Qianye has indeed never entered it once.

He has always been able to subdue real ghosts, so he also finds these fake ghosts very interesting.

After all, real ghosts rarely dare to jump out like this and face you in person.

Last time there was a lone brave man, and then his ashes were scattered.

After walking about one-third of the way, Pinggong Qianye keenly noticed something was wrong.

He had previously placed three talismans that could suppress evil spirits in the haunted house. There should be a talisman about 3 meters inside the entrance.

But now, I can no longer feel the aura of that talisman.

Was the talisman forgotten by members of the supernatural society when they changed the layout, or was it taken away by tourists coming in and out, or was it torn off intentionally by someone?

Hiramiya Chiye said nothing as she followed Horii Suzune around the haunted house.

The three talismans he had placed earlier all disappeared.

Chapter 103: Real Ghost, Fake Ghost, Real Buddha, Fake Buddha

Guess, am I a real ghost or a fake ghost?

Is this a question or a game?

Is it real or imaginary?

It was gradually becoming impossible to tell Ayako Nagase apart.

To her, the answer to the question is not that important, so she has never seriously thought about the answer to the so-called question.

She also doesn't think that every problem necessarily has an answer.

If you really want to trace the origin of the story, it happened about three months ago.

At that time, she had just moved from the countryside of Osaka to a big city like Tokyo to live with her parents.

The reason was that her parents were doing well in business and seized the opportunity to make a lot of money. Then she naturally moved from her grandmother's house in the countryside of Osaka to Kyoto and enrolled in Shiraishi High School.

This is a very good school. However, she came from the countryside of Osaka, and although she was a little smart in studying, she still couldn't keep up with the learning pace in the big city, and her grades often hovered around the bottom 50.

This was a very poor academic result, but her parents never cared about her scores.

Even she, their only child, didn't care much.

All their thoughts are focused on doing business and making money.

Make money, make more money, make endless money.

In their eyes, there is only room for golden, glittering money.

Without the company of her country friends and the care of her parents, she has been unable to adapt to the pace of life in the big city of Tokyo.

She probably doesn't have many friends at school.

Her friendship with most of her classmates was limited to a few insignificant daily conversations.

We didn’t go shopping together, we didn’t go out to the movies together, we didn’t go out to play together.

This kind of relationship cannot be considered as friendship.

Not to mention anything more intimate.

At that time, a strange voice often appeared in my ears.

At first it was just one or two vague and incomprehensible murmurs, and she didn't take it too seriously.

As time passed, the murmurs gradually merged into one or two understandable sentences.

The first complete sentence she heard was: "Guess, am I a real ghost or a fake one?"

Its tone was full of childish mischief.

It was just like the little game she played in her childhood when her neighbor and friend covered her eyes from behind and asked her to guess who she was.