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"Yeah, I plan to go over there and ask for a talisman for Fuyumi."

As it got closer to noon, more and more people came into the ramen restaurant.

Miyajima Sakura put her hand to her mouth, leaned forward, and said to her fiancé:

"It's not a talisman that only has a psychological effect."

Curious, but not too curious.

After all, even angels cannot use magic casually, let alone other races.

Of course, it is wrong to hold such a prejudice.

Maybe there really is a being that can unleash magic at will.

Sasaki thanked Sakura out of curiosity.

After chatting for a while, the noodles they ordered were ready and brought up by the waiter. The two of them tacitly stopped talking about that topic.

"have a good meal."

"Thank you."

After the waiter left, Sasaki looked down at the bowl of ramen, which was illuminated by the overhead light. The ramen, which was paired with the red soup and cooked meat and various seasonings, looked particularly appetizing. He sighed softly:

"smell good."

"The ramen here is very famous in the area, especially at night. If you come late, you have to queue up."

Miyajima Sakura, who was mixing the noodles and seasonings in the bowl, said something with a smile to her fiancé who was sniffing.

"Take a try, Dong Jian, and see if you like it."

"Good~"

"I'm gonna start now."

He took the spoon, moved the barbecued pork and soft-boiled egg in the bowl aside, stirred the garlic oil, and scooped a spoonful of red soup and drank it.

!

The spicy and numbing, salty and fresh soup base mixed with the aroma of meat and the stimulation of garlic oil makes it so delicious that you want to swallow it off your tongue.

"good to eat!"

"As long as Fuyumi likes to eat it."

After all, it was a place she recommended, and the food here suits Fuyumi's taste. Miyajima Sakura couldn't help but smile slightly.

Due to her good upbringing, Miyajima Sakura doesn't talk much while eating.

Sasaki was enjoying the food and didn't chat during this break.

So during the ten minutes or so of eating, the two of them were very quiet.

After slurping the noodles and drinking more than half a bowl of soup, Sasaki put down the bowl, grabbed a tissue beside him, and wiped his mouth which was covered with red oil.

I looked up at the opposite side and saw that Sakura had almost finished eating.

When she put down her chopsticks and looked up, Sasaki handed her the unused tissue in his hand:

"Sakura, do you want to sit for a while, or…?"

After eating pasta, most people will become lazy and don't want to move.

Therefore, there are many people in ramen restaurants who, after eating, pour themselves a cup of tea and chat leisurely with their companions.

If there was nothing else, Miyajima Sakura wouldn't mind staying with her fiancé for a while in this lively and noisy place.

But I still have to go to the temple afterwards, and I also have to go to Shibuya in the afternoon, so it’s better not to waste time here.

Miyajima Sakura took the tissue handed to her by Fuyumi, wiped her lips which were red and attractive, as if she had applied very bright lipstick, and replied softly:

"Let's go to the temple."

"it is good."

Sasaki stood up, looked down at the seat, made sure his cell phone and keys were not left behind, then turned and walked towards the store door.

Miyajima Sakura threw the paper ball in her hand into the trash can, drank the scented tea in the cup beside her, and stood up.

The two of them walked out of the ramen shop one after the other and came outside.

With his arms raised, Sasaki looked at both sides of the road while stretching his body.

I didn’t see the little girl. Did she leave?

It doesn't matter, they will meet again.

Sasaki put down his arms and looked at the girl standing beside him obediently:

"Lead the way, Sakura."

"Ok."

There was a bus stop not far away. After the two got on the bus, they got off after about five stops.

After that, we entered the nearby residential area and took a few detours, and a wall about three meters high appeared in our sight.

The gate of the temple is not particularly spacious. When Sasaki looks from the front, he can see the flowers and plants planted in the courtyard.

The lush, vibrant red flowers and green leaves, combined with the overall simplicity of the temple, give the small temple a sense of exquisiteness and uniqueness.

As they walked and looked around, before they entered the temple, they met a monk who was about to go out.

It seemed that this was the purpose of their trip. Sakura beside them saw the monk and showed respect:

"Good afternoon, Master King Kong."

The monk, who had a bald head but unshaven beard and a smile on his not-so-friendly face, whom Sakura called the Kongo-ji, put his hands together and greeted:

"Good afternoon, Miss Miyajima. What is the matter with you visiting me today?"

"Well, I want to ask the host for an amulet to ward off evil."

This is very different from the image of a monk who is thin and has a kind face.

The tall, strong and ferocious-looking host King Kong looked puzzled by what Miyajima Sakura said.

As the Miyajima family adjacent to his care area.

He was naturally very familiar with it.

He would also visit during the holidays.

He also knew how strong they were.

With such powerful skills and the sharp sword energy cultivated over the years, it is not something that ordinary ghosts and evil spirits dare to approach.

Being able to ignore their aura, he naturally wouldn't be afraid of the amulet he casually made, which could only scare the little ghost.

So, the little girl from the Miyajima family is here to ask for something on behalf of others?

Noticing the boy standing behind her, Kongo Aramatsu agreed to Miyajima Sakura and looked behind her.

When he met the gaze of the boy who looked at him curiously with a calm expression, Kongo Aramatsu's small triangular eyes suddenly widened:

"You, how did you survive until now?!"

It fits the monk's sturdy build very well. He didn't lower his voice deliberately out of surprise, but it was surprisingly loud.

Sakura, who was stunned and wanted to frown in anger at the monk's rudeness, was pulled over.

Sasaki asked the capable monk in a natural and calm tone:

"Why did the wizard say that?"

Very surprised, very surprised, never seen this before.

Without the calm and upright image that a monk should have, Kongoara Masu'o raised his hand and stroked his rough beard, pacing around Sasaki and looking him over:

"You look ominous, kid. You must be having a disaster that you can't get through. From the look on your face, that disaster should have come true long ago. How could it be..."

He was as surprised and puzzled as if he had seen a dead person resurrected.

King Kong Huang Yino couldn't tell the reason, so he wanted to check him out.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Miyajima Sakura stepped forward with an angry look on her face and waved it away:

"Master King Kong, you are so rude!"

Since he was brought here by Miyajima Sakura, it means that this boy has a close relationship with her, so we really can't be too casual with him.

Kongo Huang Yi Nan stood in front of the two of them, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist name, bowed and said apologetically:

"I'm very sorry, I just said something wrong, please don't mind."

Although the monk's behavior just now was rude, he meant no harm, otherwise it wouldn't be Sakura's action to stop him.

Sasaki looked at the monk in front of him and shook his head:

"fine."

"What the wizard said just now is very correct. I have indeed experienced adversity."

Sasaki turned his head to look at Sakura beside him:

"Sakura, you know that. I was in a car accident some time ago and was hospitalized. That should be it."

“But this disaster is not insurmountable.”

Wanting to test how much the monk could see, Sasaki muttered under his breath.

"This one……"

Hearing his muttering, Kongo Aramatsu looked a little embarrassed.

Although he could see that the boy in front of him was in a disaster, that was all. He didn't know what exactly happened or how to resolve it.

He didn't know why he was fine now, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a hurry to get started.

I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of the younger generation.

Kongo Aramatsu adjusted his expression and said:

"This is not the place to talk, Ms. Miyajima and this..."

"Master, just call me Sasaki."

"Ah."

"If Mr. Sasaki doesn't mind, could you please come into the temple and let me check it out?"

From Sakura's attitude towards the monk and the monk's attitude towards Sakura, Sasaki could see that this temple had a good relationship with the Miyajima family.

Since we are familiar with each other, there won't be much of a problem.

At worst, even if things really get unpleasant, Sasaki is not afraid of him.

He could sense that the monk in front of him was about as powerful as Aunt Chun.

If he takes the initiative, it won't be difficult to knock him down.

After assessing the strength of both sides, Sasaki nodded:

"Excuse me, Master."

"Please~"

They didn't meet anyone else along the way. Sasaki and Miyajima Sakura followed the big monk and came to the tea room for guests.

Just as Sasaki was about to speak, he heard the monk opposite him pouring tea and saying:

"Let me introduce myself. I am the exorcist and the abbot of this temple, Kongo Aramori Yoshio. I am extremely sorry for my disrespect outside the temple just now."

The monk handed over the poured tea with both hands.

Although it may sound a bit like judging a person by his appearance, the words "rude and reckless" do not sound out of place when applied to him.

With this feeling in mind, and considering that he really had no ill intentions, Sasaki naturally wouldn't care too much about what happened just now.

Taking the tea he handed over, Sasaki said indifferently:

"Master Vajra, you don't have to be so polite. You didn't say anything wrong."

"By the way, how would you like to check?"

He really liked his straightforwardness and his refusal to be polite to him. So, Kongo Aramatsu smiled and waved at him: