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After getting off the bus, the passengers looked ahead from the parking lot and saw a fence at the end, and further away were mountains that were connected to one another, making it feel as if Mount Osorius was surrounded.

To the right, the road near the temple gate turns into a gravel road. The six great Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas representing the six realms are standing guard by the white courtyard wall, looking quite solemn.

"Wow, there's a strong smell of sulfur as soon as we get off the car." Ishigami wrinkled his nose, put his hand over his eyebrows and looked up at the sky, "And the sun is so bright, it's really different from the Mount Osorezan I imagined..."

It's hard to judge which is worse, a spooky place where you might see ghosts by the bushes or a hot hell where you'll be tied to sticks outside and dried into a mummy.

Surely this kind of place is only suitable for autumn? In the summer, under the scorching sun, the smell of rotten eggs makes people who have not been here think they are here to experience the ancient people parading in the streets on a hot day!

"Shouldn't we have noticed this when we passed the Sanzu River? There weren't any red spider lilies, and I wouldn't have realized it was the Sanzu River if you hadn't told me." Xing Yuanhui took out a parasol that was half exposed from his trouser pocket and handed it to Fujiwara Chika, who was looking around at the ticket office and the small house behind. "Here, don't get tanned. The strong wind on the mountain can't serve as a sunscreen. Don't say I didn't warn you."

When she was still abroad, she posted a tweet that she found that the back of her hands had become a little darker by comparing pictures. Although she didn't keep nagging like Xianglin Sao, she was still tortured by being taken to a cosmetics and skin care store.

So we should try to avoid this situation. Although there are enough people this time to play Landlord directly, it is much better than the last time when there were three of us and one was missing and we had to struggle to find friendly cards.

"Thank you..." After saying thank you, Fujiwara Chika lowered her head and took the umbrella. Xing Yuanhui could not see her expression.

She opened the umbrella, and after hearing the "click" sound of the umbrella cap getting stuck to the ribs, she took a step forward, as if intending to share the sunshade with the person in front of her. The general affairs officer stood there with his head shrunk, and was forced to enter her "territory" with confusion.

"...Should I say thank you too?" Feeling the plastic umbrella above his head, Xing Yuanhui lowered his head again to prevent his hair from being caught by the joints of the umbrella ribs. He complained expressionlessly, "It's just a little inconvenient."

If I hadn't lowered my head, I would have been blinded.

But he saw that Fujiwara Chika didn't reply, she just raised the umbrella, and he could vaguely see the girl's white armpits through her sleeves.

Suddenly, the pink girl who was just thinking about whether she was talking in her sleep in the car became even more confused. She subconsciously held an umbrella for him! I thought it was Kaguya's! Now I am so embarrassed!

At this time, one of them didn't get a reply and didn't know whether to answer, while the other one was at a loss because of what happened under the umbrella together, and both of them were silent.

Complaining in his heart why this situation happened again, Xing Yuanhui, who was thinking of a way to break through, lowered his umbrella, looking for ideas and seeing what others were doing.

Although the three of them had their backs turned and were looking outward, they seemed to be talking about something and nodding from time to time as if they were discussing everything they saw in front of them, but Xing Yuanhui was sure that their ears were now operating at full power, and perhaps even in overclocking mode.

Unfortunately, I don’t have time to take care of that right now, so I should focus on solving the problem here first.

"Hello, hello?" Xing Yuanhui waved his hand in front of her, but seeing no response, he simply bent his knees and finally caught a glimpse of the soft face under the bow.

Fujiwara Chika was startled by the sudden appearance of the general affairs officer. She quickly waved her hand to push Xing Yuanhui's face away and said in a calm voice, "What are you doing? Don't get so close. I... I'm thinking about something!"

It's a pity that the tone in the second half was not controlled, and it sounded a little delicate, like sucking up a few pearls when drinking milk tea.

"So you're thinking." Xing Yuanhui nodded, then changed the subject, patted his arm and said with a smirk, "If you don't know, you might think you're confessing that you drooled while sleeping just now."

This is a way of fighting poison with poison, distracting her attention to something that doesn't exist so that she won't care about what happened in the car.

"Who said that!" The thing that she was most worried about was mentioned. Fujiwara Chika suddenly became anxious. The defensive posture she had just curled up disappeared. While staring at Xing Yuanhui, she did not forget to touch her lips, "No!"

Could it be true? When I was half asleep, it seemed like Kaguya-san was rubbing water on my face... Ugh! I want to find a Jizo to kill myself!

The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Seeing her blushing and unconsciously letting out a soft moan, like the sound of boiling water, Xing Yuanhui secretly said that it was not good, and was afraid that he might not be able to control his anger. He hurriedly said, "Isn't it good to know that there is no such thing? Then what were you thinking about just now? I told you to ignore me, and you kept making umming and ahing sounds like a human machine."

"Well..." Hearing that nothing was wrong, Fujiwara Chika let out a sigh of relief, but then her eyes wandered away, and it was obvious that she didn't want to say anything.

Because I have always wanted to find the person I met in the lounge, I have fantasized about meeting him countless times in the past few years. It turned out that it was the junior I met at the beginning of the school year, and then I suddenly felt that Xingyuan looked different!

After finally calming down, I accidentally fell asleep during the ride. When I woke up, I found myself next to you. I was afraid that I was talking in my sleep, but I couldn't say it out loud!

"I'm just thinking about meeting some important person later!" With no choice but to give up, Fujiwara Chika began to talk about this and that, and looked at Xing Yuanhui to strengthen the persuasiveness of her words, "Who do you think I should look for? Or ask Mr. Chi You, I want to know why he chose a panda as a mount!"

"Why don't you choose Huangdi? Ask him if he used bamboo to trick the iron-eating beast away, and Chiyou fell flat on his face, so he won." Xing Yuanhui complained with empty eyes, "Don't make it difficult for the psychic. What if he can't hold back when making up unofficial history?"

I always feel that no matter whether you are satisfied with the psychic's answer or not, you will continue to ask some more funny questions. If the other party laughs, won't it damage your professional image? In other words, you are destroying the other party's rice bowl!

Judging from the fact that Osorezan once held ceremonies for places affected by natural disasters... he should be a professional in psychological comfort, not a fictional historian, right?

"How could that be? I believe in psychics as much as I believe in Santa Claus!" Xing Yuanhui's filter of white moonlight was almost worn away by half, so Fujiwara Chika's pursuit of mystery since junior high school once made her quarrel with the general affairs department like before the summer vacation, "If you underestimate them, you will be tainted with bad luck!"

"Forget it." Seeing that she no longer wanted to think about anything else, Xing Yuanhui retreated, basking in the sun again and said to Fujiwara Chika, "You and the vice president can hold the umbrella together. You know I won't get tanned, or do you want to train your arms?"

Running is so boring. It’s time to train my upper body.

"Oh." The girl responded casually. She was more concerned about something else than the umbrella. "Xingyuan, do you like your arms to be stronger?"

It’s not impossible to do some extra training…I’m going out for a run anyway.

"Well... it's all right." Xing Yuanhui scratched his head, turned his back, and walked away as if he was guilty. After saying the last sentence, he walked towards Baiyin, "It's all training anyway, just focus on your health."

After all, it can help shape better body proportions. Don’t you think that after a beautiful girl exercises, the sweat flowing down across her red and tight skin looks very healthy, energetic and sexy!

It's a pity that this man didn't dare to reveal his XP. Even Shi Shang didn't know that he was fond of this. Otherwise, with his rich collection, he would not mind giving Xing Yuanhui some Eastern and Western books.

What? If you like it, just say it. If you don’t like it, just don’t say it. It’s all fine…

Fujiwara Chika stared at Xingyuan Hui's back and tilted her head. She thought that he must like her, so she decided to practice with him after running next Sunday in Tokyo.

The five of them bought their tickets, and Ishigami bought some mugwort-flavored ice cream at the door. Although he frowned, it was surprisingly delicious.

Here, it seems that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and colorful windmills turning with the wind can be seen everywhere. Next to the mountain gate, there are also Buddhist offerings called "Jiaota Po", which are built together. It is said that the higher they are, the more merits they can accumulate for the ancestors.

I squatted down and took a closer look, and found that there were a lot of words written on the stones under the windmill. Many people left meaningless times and names here, which were completely incomprehensible at first glance.

There is a saying about these piled stones that after a child died prematurely, because the parents were unable to fulfill their filial duties, they needed to pile the stones as high as their bodies to express their apologies.

But during this process, there would be constant imps coming to obstruct and break up the piled stones, forcing these children to do repetitive work like Sisyphus, with no end in sight.

At this time, the people who are worshipping will help the children pile up the stones and insert windmills on them, treating them as toys for the children. This is a special custom.

Seeing this, the atmosphere of laughter and chatter among the student union group as they bought tickets at the door gradually dissipated.

The five people thought in their hearts: "How solemn..."

Although it was a sunny day today and the sunlight hurt my eyes, the light from the sky still couldn't drive away the special atmosphere in the temple.

After paying homage in the main hall, there is a small door open on the side, and outside is the most famous place of the Osorezan Sacred Ground. The peculiar landforms can even be described as hell.

When I walked over and looked outside, I saw a desolate and bleak world with almost no grass growing. Strange volcanic rocks stood everywhere, and on each gray-white rock there were several Ksitigarbha statues, as if every Bodhisattva was on standby.

Because there is still an active volcano under our feet, white smoke would occasionally spew out from the cracks in the rocks. Mixed with the smell of rotten eggs, it really has a bit of a shadow of hell. The Ksitigarbha that is looming in the smoke seems to be even more sacred.

Following the road signs and railings that can be seen everywhere on the road, the group passed through a desolate land with almost no special reference points along the way. Yellow or even yellow-green sulfur was scattered on the ground or rocks beside the white road.

Boiling hot springs can be seen here from time to time. There seems to be a Ksitigarbha in the small pool, with half of its body submerged in the water, as if it is torturing people. The bursting bubbles are wearing away the appearance of the Bodhisattva day by day, and even Xing Yuanhui's superb eyesight can only see its prototype.

Halfway through the journey, when people stand next to the statue of Yanming Jizo with gravel under their feet, even though it is just a small mound of earth, the view suddenly becomes clear.

It was as if the world at the end had sprouted new buds, and after hell was heaven. The vegetation gradually grew lush, extending outward from the withered yellow weeds, and flowers grew on the green grass. The vibrant world seemed to embrace the survivors of purgatory and bring comfort.

"It's like... after going through so much trouble to defeat the final boss, and even facing a fake ending thrown by the production team, I finally killed the real boss and felt like seeing an Easter egg." Ishigami submitted his essay using his poor Chinese language skills and rich gaming experience.

In the distance is a white shallow beach, called Paradise Beach. As the name suggests, it is telling all the travelers coming from afar that this is the clean and dreamy destination like the Pure Land of Paradise.

The lake here is clear and as blue as the sea. There are ripples on the surface of the lake and it is surrounded by mountains, giving you a feeling of being in a secret place.

"It's unbelievable..." Xing Yuanhui touched the fine sand under his feet, his face strange, "No wonder when I asked Nanami where the most similar place to a beach can be found nearby, she also said that this is Mount Osorezan, so she must be referring to Lake Usori."

Look at this white sand beach, look at this transparent lake, but after a long time there are no seabirds singing or coconut trees, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

"It is said that the word Usoriko comes from the Ainu language." Human Encyclopedia Baiyin stepped forward, opened his hands to feel the gentle breeze, and introduced with a smile, "It means hollow, which is related to reality. It probably means to empty your mind, right?"

If a hot spring could be dug here, maybe some people would soak in it until their skin peels off.

Kaguya also felt somewhat relieved, as if something had been let go, and said, "What a simple and brilliant intention."

This is the main reason why there are a lot of railings around the route just now, and you can only take the designated path? For the pleasure of evolving everything you saw in the temple before in one go.

After all, this special terrain is actually quite small. If you go around it a bit, see the lake first and then walk on the barren landform, the effect will not be obvious at all.

It’s a pity that after the energy wore off, everything in front of me was actually quite... fake.

The pH value of the lake water here is 3.5, which is similar to vinegar. Only a species called pearl star trilobite can adapt to the harsh environment here.

Fish of the same species will not be able to adapt to the environment here if they do not grow up here.

"The Pure Land of Bliss can only accept one kind of creature..." Kaguya sighed in a strange way.

Fujiwara Chika swept the fine sand on the ground with her feet, stole a glance at Xing Yuanhui, and thought that this place was very similar to the beach they walked on in Hawaii, so she said with a smile: "It seems that this trip is not in vain. Then let's take a detour and see all the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattvas before going to the temple to find a psychic?"

Chapter 45: First rely on the tacit understanding between men to make a detour...

"... Could you please tell me again, who do you want to see?" The male psychic, dressed in white clothes and purple trousers, with a rune-patterned linen cloth wrapped around his head and playing with wooden beads in his hands, frowned and asked again.

This is the second young man who has come to chat with the big shot today. Please let me go...

You and that boy with bangs just now have teamed up to play tricks on me today, right?

It is getting harder and harder to be a psychic. It is not expensive for us to communicate with the psychic once. Don’t you think that using money that can’t even buy a tram ticket to ask the Buddha if there is a bug to gain merit is a bit of a loss of merit? The opportunity of releasing life with infinite merit has come out.

If I wasn't just a wage earner, I would have been unable to resist scolding him and saying that Buddha doesn't save poor people.

Hearing this, Xing Yuanhui looked away awkwardly: "Qin Shi Huang Ying Zheng. If it's a stretch, then forget it, right? After all, he is the emperor, and the first one."

It was all Fujiwara Chika's fault. Seeing that no one in the student council seemed to want to communicate with anyone, she took out a collection of questions she wanted to ask and let everyone draw.

The question he drew was relatively good, at least it was about a real person, and Qin Shihuang didn't care about his afterlife.

But on the stone... He was holding the Jizo given by the psychic medium and was in tears, saying that he felt like his soul was reserved by the Buddha...

"Just for the record, what's your problem?" The psychic tried to find a world line that would make both parties happy.

Just because he didn't ask clearly just now, he thought that the boy with bangs came to tell his inner distress. As a result, he was careless for a moment and was forced to answer sharp questions.

He said that such behavior was insincere and was refuted by the other party. The most annoying thing was that he came prepared and had notes for debate in his hand, so he was not able to convince others even when the time was up... If he had not been confirmed to have no camera and was not a blogger looking for fun, he probably would not have been able to go out so easily today.

So if you say that you are just here to pay homage to Qin Shi Huang, I will help you communicate with spirits. I am familiar with this business. I will just listen.

Xing Yuanhui recalled the tone of Fujiwara Chika and said slowly: "Ask him what the Afang Palace is. Although the foundation left behind can prove that it was not built, it could also be a launch pad."

Although everyone should know that Daqin could not have such high-end technology, but what if it did? Fujiwara Chika is such a woman who likes to find out the truth.

After hearing the answer from the handsome young man, the psychic took a deep breath and shook his head slowly: "I have used up too much of my magical power today. I am afraid I am unable to fulfill your wish. It's not that I can't do it, really."

Forget the first one, I must not fall into the second pit today.

Then, the man raised his hand, and suddenly blue-green flames floated in the air. In the room surrounded by darkness, the flames were so clearly visible.

But the flame was so faint that it seemed like it would dissipate on its own if I closed my eyes.

"I have used a secret method to temporarily open your third eye." The medium looked worried. "This is a reflection of my lack of power, so... let's find someone else."

If I kick you out like this, I'm afraid you'll go to the Consumers Association and sue me. That's not right. You have to eat.

"Uh..." Xing Yuanhui hesitated for a moment, tried to make a little joke, and planned to chat casually and forget it. Life is not easy for everyone. "Can you talk to me in my previous life? It shouldn't be difficult if there is a household registration in the afterlife."

If you want to be picky, I'd find the system faster, but I'm just playing around.

"Okay." This level of difficulty is not worth mentioning today, so the psychic immediately agreed, "Name, date of birth."

"Really?" Xing Yuanhui said in amazement, and replied, "Xing Yuanhui, I don't know my date of birth. I grew up in an orphanage."

I really don't know. I woke up at the beach. The registration information was written randomly by the dean. He can't give you a number.

"..." The psychic resisted the urge to yell "Are you kidding me?" He closed his eyes and said with a trembling voice, "The results obtained this way will be seriously unstable. Can you accept that?"

You can't scold, the other party has a noble welfare home entry, bully this kind of person? I will be red, red braised red.

"Of course." Xing Yuanhui extended his hand to invite her, "I'm just curious."

The psychic nodded in agreement, then picked up the magic weapon, the staff, and circled around Xing Yuanhui, occasionally swinging the staff a few times, muttering spells, with a heavy expression, looking very professional.

A minute later, he gently tapped the staff a few centimeters above Xing Yuanhui's head.

In an instant, the door beside them suddenly opened, and the robes in the secret room fluttered without wind, and the air rushed towards that place, as if there were really souls gathering there.

"Okay, if you have any questions, just tell me..." The medium standing on the tatami fell silent because the robes were not fixed properly and flew straight over the guest's head.

Xing Yuanhui raised his head with his hand on the cloth covering him, and saw that the psychic's face was twitching and he could not hold it back any longer.

You want to throw my dignity away here? I won't agree!

The psychic gritted his teeth, then took out the rune paper and began to cast the spell again...

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"Xingyuan, how is it? Did he give you a Ksitigarbha and ask you to treat it as a Terracotta Warrior so that the First Emperor of Heaven can watch you?" Shishang heard the sound of the door opening, turned his head to ask, only to see his friend walking out empty-handed.

But Xing Yuanhui didn't reply immediately. Shi Shang saw him go out and put the sign "Open for Business" upside down, and then he replied with reluctance: "Don't say anything, everything is a tragedy."

Was it really a stretch to predict me? The psychic, in a sense, didn't believe in ghosts and gods. Seeing that the props were broken, he didn't take it as a warning, but tried a few more times.

As a result, now not only do we have to repair the props, but we also have to close the business early. How pitiful.

Sighing, the kind-hearted general affairs officer decided to put some Japanese yen in an inconspicuous place next to the sign as compensation.

"Why did you give me a tip?" Ishigami tilted his head back unreasonably, "Are you possessed?"

"What are you thinking? This is called humanitarian aid. Even though they live in the mountains, they shouldn't starve to death." Xing Yuanhui glanced at his friend. The bulge in his trouser pocket was obviously Jizo. "So you really read out the sentences written by Senior Fujiwara one by one?"