The Kyoto Bubble Era: Starting from the Sale of Hundreds of Millions of Properties

Chapter 554 The Buddha and the Devil

Orihime Ogami was wearing a cute pink kimono, with her hands on her hips, looking at the "dog man and woman" hugging each other on the first floor, she wished she could open her teeth and claws, and bite like a milk cat.

"That's right, that's right! How shameless!" Another face appeared behind Orihime Onoue's back, which was Victoria who had just changed her clothes.

She made a face at Kitahara Sosuke and Kitano Ran, and then pulled Orihime Onoue down with a smile.

"Go and see if they have replaced it." Kitahara Sosuke patted Kitano Ran's butt and motioned her to go upstairs.

Bei Yelan pursed her lips and smiled, stood up from his lap and trotted upstairs.

"Brother Cangjie~"

"Brother Cang Jie!"

Two petite figures flew over at the same time and entered his arms.

Kitahara Sosuke hugged the youngest of the two, and laughed loudly: "How dare you laugh at me, one by one, no escape."

As he spoke, his left and right hands crackled and clapped hard on the soft place of the two of them.

Victoria grinned her teeth to express her dissatisfaction, but Orihime Onoe became more honest, and quietly snuggled into his arms.

The RV drove all the way and came to Nanchan Temple, which was full of people.

Ever since it became the first commercialized temple in cooperation with the Kitahara Foundation, the business of Nanzenji Temple has grown bigger and bigger, and soon became the temple with the number one money-raising ability in Kyoto. It is also famous throughout the country, allowing the Kitahara Foundation to quickly occupy A huge business opportunity in religion.

On New Year's Eve, young men and women who come to worship can also see many popular singers from Beiyuan Entertainment singing at Nanchan Temple to give New Year blessings.

The form of interest can make Nanzenji do a smaller and better business. As the successor of the temple, Sosuke Hideichiro has transformed himself into a wealthy and extremely popular monk.

I was wrong, I shaved my head and officially became a monk.

Yes, it has affected my free time to practice kendo, sing and dance, and drink to find a boyfriend.

"Jincheng, I've been waiting for him for a long time!" A little head like a corned egg shook, Sosuke Hideichiro slowly pushed away the crowd and ran towards us.

As soon as the Beiyuan Jincheng group got into the car, they attracted the attention of countless people. Many shouted excitedly, obviously expecting to see the most legendary young entrepreneurs, bankers, and financiers there.

It's the same as 00 years ago. People nowadays are so frenzied even if they are chasing stars. Before the novelty wears off, we will separate separately. This is to disturb Beiyuan Jincheng and his group, and it is also troublesome for Nanchan Temple.

Kitahara Kinjo smiled and hugged Tang Zhixiuichiro vigorously: "It's been a long time, Zen Master Sosuke."

"Don't bury you, that guy, let's go, father wants to see you." Sosuke Hideichiro turned his head and shouted at the men, "That guy, you can borrow it for a while."

The men nodded with a smile, and headed towards the place where they prayed and made a wish.

Kitahara Kinjo and Sosuke Hideichiro walked through the crowd, quite admiring.

"I visited Nanchan Temple last year and saw such a grand scene. It's great. When the economy is booming, I can still see sincere smiles on the faces of very few people."

"Listening to what he said, you're going to throw up." Sosuke Hideichiro looked at me with disgust.

I know some inside stories. Beiyuan Tangzhi created the current situation, even if I did it unintentionally, after all, I sacrificed countless people's lives for my own benefit.

But that's capitalists.

Tang Zhixiu Ichiro understands and understands, but agrees.

But how can this be?

Now my whole family depends on me for food.

Sighing, Sosuke Hideichiro patted my shoulder, said something, and led me to this gazebo.

After hosting, Cang Jie found that his hair was gray, and he looked about forty years old, as if he had aged a little bit.

I was wearing a thick winter coat, and my figure was rather hunched. Before I saw Beiyuan Jincheng, my clear eyes suddenly dimmed.

Put your hands together, just like before.

"Jincheng, can he ring the bell?"

"Yes." Beiyuan Jincheng still shook his head.

"Last year, it was still going to the dark bell, but this year, with your publicity, it transformed into a blessing bell. When the new year came, the bell rang, and the believers at the bottom felt that listening to its voice was a blessing. The expectations of the year have been fulfilled.”

Cang Jiexian took a deep look at me, and suddenly smiled,

"Before this time, you came in and asked Xiuichiro to take care of the various affairs of Nanchan Temple. You watched it become completely different from the past, and you watched many strange monks resent you for losing your heart, and then left it , went to other temples, watched Nanchan Temple gradually grow and become famous, and became less and less prestigious, and also watched these people who left want to come back one after another, saying that they should be obsessed with money. People who keep their faith, one by one, sink and degenerate, changing their faces."

"That year was more boring than everything you saw in the rest of your life."

"Money always reveals people's true colors." Kitahara Jincheng agreed deeply, and echoed with a smile, "Then there's nothing to be surprised about. We left cursing because of our beliefs, but because we gave too little. That's all."

"Yeah, that's all."

Sosuke nodded.

"It's getting late." Sosuke trembled and sat on the steps of the gazebo with Sosuke Hideichiro's support. I was like an old ascetic who would die at any time, watching the snowflakes falling all over the sky, watching the countless people on the stage Believers women and men, looking at Beiyuan Jincheng, looking at his long and lonely life.

Suddenly he said yes.

"You are a monk, and you are only a monk." I sighed again, with a deep and powerful voice, "You ring the bell for us, pray for blessings, get rid of pollution, and usher in the new year. But for decades, what you can do is actually true. There is nothing but ringing the bell."

"You watch us die, watch us cry, watch us sad, watch our family fall apart, and there is nothing you can do. You can only tell yourself that there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, and there is a limit to life. All you can do is put your hands together , pray for our wretched lives, bless, mourn for the present history."

"He was wrong, that's all."

"You have been studying Buddha all your life, you have been a monk all your life, you have been ringing the bell all your life, but where is the Buddha?"

"Father." Tang Zhixiu Ichiro looked at the white-haired old man, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

"Zen Master, it's because you let us go, but we let ourselves go." Beiyuan Jincheng looked at me, his eyes slightly unmoved.

In the last second, the hour came.

Everything was drowned in the ringing of the bell by Sosuke Hideichiro Xiaoli.

In 1991, as time flies, it can only remain outside the memory forever.

It is a brand new year to welcome us.

1992 was destined to be a more ordinary year.

But many people will never have the opportunity to open their eyes and see the new year.

It's like sitting under the steps, gradually closing your eyes, and the silent Cang Jie appears.

For example, there are various criminals who are locked outside the prison and may see the light of day again.

For example, a small group of low-level employees of Sumitomo Bank.

Beiyuan Jincheng listened to the bell and looked at the crowd, his mood suddenly became very intense.

"The Buddha is outside his heart, he is the Buddha."

(End of this chapter)