I Teach Kendo in Tokyo

　　 Kazuma pondered the vocabulary before asking Jinguji: "Isn't your family familiar with sacrifices and tributes? What tribute should I prepare to worship this shrine in this hot spring street?"

　　 Tamamoso smiled and said, "I'm not familiar with all shrines. After all, human memory has limits. There are so many shrines in Japan that I don't know. To be on the safe side, it must be right to be prepared to pay."

　　 Kazuma: "How vulgar to talk about money..."

　　 "Although the shrine enshrines gods, it is ultimately run by people. Offering money helps the operation of the shrine, and the enshrined existence will also give some face."

　　 As soon as Tamamo's voice fell, Mikako spit out: "Suddenly I feel that the gods have a sense of the market! Then if there is no one to accept the operation of the shrine, will the gods come out to work to subsidize the shrine?"

　　Ms. Kamijima seemed to be amused by Mikako's whimsical ideas, and she managed to hold back her smile.

　　 Tamamo said seriously, "No. For shrines where no one is enshrined, the gods will also die, leaving only the ruined ruins without blessings."

Kazuma frowned slightly: "Human beliefs are actually the cornerstone of maintaining the existence of gods? In modern society, as humans believe in other things, will new gods be born? For example, money and money worship. Will it give birth to a new god?"

　　 Yuzao tilted his head and thought: "This...I don't know, I have never seen it before...I mean, I have never heard of your opinion."

　　 What she wanted to say was "I have never seen the birth of a new **** before", but she changed her words temporarily considering that Mikako and Ms. Kamijima were also present.

　　 If people’s beliefs can really give birth to new gods, then a new **** named Mr. Sai would have been born long ago.

　　 Kazuma glanced at Ms. Kamijima. The lady had already started to find the content of the chat a bit weird, so he changed the subject: "That shrine, when does the door open?"

"Theoretically, you can go to the shrine 24 hours a day." Ms. Kamijima smiled, "but if you request to sign or buy amulets and write emma, you will have to wait for the office to open. Every day from nine in the morning to four in the afternoon. ."

　　 Kazuma glanced at the watch in the lobby. It is not yet three o'clock in the afternoon, and there is still time to cross the hot spring street to see the shrine.

　　 "Namikako will be handed over to you, Ms. Kamijima. I will go to the shrine with Dangzi-and Jinguji to see the shrine, and get some of their plasters back. Is it possible to sell it at the agency?"

　　Ms. Pudao nodded: "Yes, it's sold by social organizations."

　　 Kazuma: "Okay, let's leave the egg. Just leave the medicine box or something. Ms. Kamijima should let someone take it back to your room."

　　 "I will." Ms. Pudao readily agreed.

　　 Tamazo put the medicine box and bathing items in front of Ms. Kamijima, and at the same time asked: "Social affairs...Is the **** master's family operating?"

　　 "The **** master's wife passed away a few years ago. Since then, the **** master has rarely appeared in social offices to entertain guests. Now it is usually girls who are in charge of selling things."

　　 Kazuma: "Does the **** master have no sons or daughters?"

　　 "I have a son, he won't come back after he goes to Tokyo to study." Ms. Kamijima smiled wryly, "This kind of place, even if it is modernized with the light of high-ranking officials from the local area, young people are not willing to come back."

　　 Kazuma keenly captured the key information: "This hot spring street, there are still high-ranking officials? Is it a member of Congress?"

　　 "It's not a member of Congress, but a vice official of the Ministry of Transport, so tourism development has been obtained here."

　　On the Japanese side, tourism is under the management of the Ministry of Transport, and the Ministry of Transport will publish the "White Paper on Land and Tourism" every once in a while.

　　 There was a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Transport. It is no wonder that this poor rural area has been built into such a modern hot spring street.

　　 Because of the geography, there are quite a lot of places with hot springs in Japan. Not every hot spring street can get national tourism development. There are many hot springs in the deep mountains of Japan that no one cares about.

　　Ms. Kamijima’s words made Kazuma puzzled: "You said that the tourism development here started after a senior official of the Ministry of Transport was born. What's the matter with Akutagawa Ryunosuke?"

　　 "If our side was a tourist attraction back then, with people coming and going, do you think Akutagawa-san would come here to write books?" Ms. Kamijima asked rhetorically.

　　 After thinking about Kazuma, I think it makes sense. However, he still feels that Akutagawa Ryunosuke has never been here, because it is more likely that he deliberately created anecdotes to put gold on his face.

　　 After all, Kazuma has seen a lot of bragging about the so-called time-honored brand in the past life.

However, there is no basis for this, so Kazuma temporarily pressed the guess in his mind. At this time, he noticed one more thing: "The girl who works at the shrine is a local, isn't it? Every young man has gone to Tokyo."

　　 Ms. Kamijima smiled slightly: "Hiroko is still young, and she is still attending a high school in a nearby town. She will go to the shrine to help during the summer vacation. When she graduates from high school, she will probably go to Tokyo.

　　 "More than one person saw Hiroko chatting speculatively with tourists from Tokyo. When the town hall of the hot spring street was held, we aunts said that it is not surprising when Hiroko eloped with people from Tokyo."

　　 Kazuma nodded, and then noticed Mikako's gaze: "What are you looking at me?"

　　 Mikako shrugged and turned to ask Ms. Kamijima: "This blogger, is she good-looking?"

　　 "Normally, it's incomparable with Ms. Fujii." Ms. Kamijima replied with an inexplicable smile.

　　 Mikako glanced at Kazuma: "Are you disappointed in Kazuma."

"No." Kazuma tells the truth, "In fact, because the average appearance of female apprentices is too high, I don't feel anymore about beautiful women. You can take care of your injuries, Mikako, and I will go back with Danzizi. ."

　　 "Walk slowly~" Mikako waved to the two and watched them leave the lobby.

　　 As soon as the two of them walked away, Ms. Pudao asked on the back foot: "You guys, didn't you throw **** on the mountain? For example, some rubber products."

　　 Mikako didn't understand why Ms. Kamijima suddenly said this, but she still replied, "No. We didn't bring that thing at all."

　　 "Eh...Well, Ms. Fujii should be careful. The cycle of young girls is not stable, and it is quite common to win bids on days without problems."

　　 Mikako then learned that Ms. Pushima was driving, and she flushed with a brush: "No, no! We haven't done that kind of thing!"

　　 "Isn’t there? It’s a bit unexpected. Usually the guests who come to our place are a man and a woman going up the mountain, and they always do something. For this reason, I also set up a basket for throwing garbage on the mountain road and tied it to the tree beside the mountain road."

　　 Mikako: "So those baskets are for this purpose. I thought they were nests for birds. I wondered how to put them in such a low place..."

　　Ms. Kamijima smiled and said, "Miss Fujii is more innocent than I thought. It’s great. Is it possible that you can still approach the unicorn without being kicked?"

　　 Mikako: "Huh? Unicorn? What the hell?"

　　Ms. Kamojima laughed and said nothing.

　　**

　　 The moment Kazuma came out of the hotel, I actually wanted to retreat.

　　 Before three o’clock in the afternoon, it was the hottest time when the hotel’s central air-conditioning was turned on fiercely. This oncoming heat wave was really irritating.

　　 This heat wave makes Kazuma re-examine whether it is necessary to visit the shrine now.

　　 Maybe it’s okay to go tomorrow morning when it’s cooler?

　　 The croaking cicada cries seem to be answering the question of Kazuma.

　　 At this time, Tamamo speaks: "Theoretically speaking, I should know everyone who has a name and a surname around here."

　　 "You won't pretend it? Just got out of the hotel."

　　 "Being heard will be regarded as telling something in a fantasy story." Tamamo waved his hand, "I have rich experience in this kind of thing."

　　 Kazuma shrugged.

　　 "I have passed on here for hundreds of years, but I don't know. It is possible that the original Lord has left or died, leaving behind a shrine, and human beings are still offering sacrifices in accordance with the rules handed down."

　　 "According to what you said, we don't need to be anxious about the past today." Kazuma subconsciously led the topic in the direction of "Dadaohuifu".

　　 Yuzao shook his head: "This is the best situation. It is also possible that after the Lord's death, something else will come to occupy the magpie's nest. Anyway, there is no harm in going to see, maybe you can still chat with the old acquaintance."

　　 "A chat between two old women?"

　　 "The opposite may also be an old grandfather."

　　 "Don't you deny that you are an old woman?"

　　 Kazuma teased, and Tamamo just looked at him with a smile.

　　 "Well, you are eighteen." Kazuma shrugged.

　　 The two were walking down the mountain along the highway at this time-they didn't realize how long the road was when they first took the car. Now they walked to find that Hina Tianzhuang is quite far away from the hot spring street.

　　 This kind of "mansion" hanging lonely outside the town always gives people the feeling that serial killings will happen.

　　 In case something really happens, the notoriety of Kazuma will only get closer to the death pupil in his life.

　　 walked for a while, Kazuma was too hot to bear, and said to Tamamo, "You can't get a spell or something, let the wind cool down?"

　　 "Usually, when you say ‘Come to lower the fire for me’ to a girl, it means something else?" Tamamo teased.

　　 "You know so much."

　　 "After all, I used to be Mama Sang."

　　 "Is that setting still there? I thought the joke would be over when I went to Mito Huangmen to play." Kazuma counterattacked.

　　 Yuzao raised his eyebrows: "I was really a mother."

　　 "What about the Mito Yellow Gate? Don't try to prevaricate it with a smile. Tell me the truth, have you ever seen the real Mito Yellow Gate?"

　　 Tamamo is not moved, just laughs.

　　 Kazuma has no choice but to give up.

At this time, Yuzao suddenly said: "The real Mito Huangmen is completely different from the legend. He is introverted and a bit neurotic. Folk legends beautify his image, and plays such as Jing Liuli are based on this. With further beautification, the Mito Yellow Gate is now well-known."

　　 Kazuma: "You really saw it."

"That's right. But when I saw him, he hadn't made up his mind to travel around the Japanese islands, and the prototype of those popular stories hadn't even happened. In addition, the news was blocked at that time, even with my strength at the time, I could only control Edo. The information in the city, out of Edo, often takes a long time for the news to reach me."

　　 Kazuma interface: "So, you mean that when you see Mito Huangmen again, he is already a famous legend?"

　　 Yuzao spreads with both hands.

　　 While chatting, the two finally reached the foot of the mountain.

　　 There are three middle-aged people wearing the armbands of the "Hot Spring Street Tourism Promotion Association" are planting flags on the side of the road.

　　 The flag is written on the Misen Festival. It seems that this is the name of the festival that will be held in this place.

　　 To be honest, the name Schoenquan Matsuri sounds like it was thought of by the bureaucrat in charge of tourism.

　　Because it is a hot spring town, the festival is naturally named "beautiful hot spring", which is too simple and rude.

　　 When Kazuma complained about the name of the festival, the three middle-aged uncles saw Kazuma and Yuzao.

　　 One of the uncles greeted him enthusiastically: "Are you the guests who live in Hina Village half-mountain? Are you the staff of Sauni Music, or the famous artists they invited?"

　　 Kazuma: "I don't know if it is a famous artist, but I am indeed a musician invited by Sauni Music."

　　 is actually Wen Chao Gong, but Kazuma brags about being a musician.

　　 No one can expose him anyway.

The uncle immediately stretched out his hand enthusiastically: "Oh, I'm so lucky to be here. You have to write more songs that reflect our local customs. Or use our landscape photos for the album cover, from the village office. There are so many."

　　 Kazuma glanced at the armband of the uncle: "Aren't you from the Tourism Promotion Association?"

　　 "Yes, but I usually work at the village office. This village is very small and many people hold multiple jobs. When the tourist season arrives, I am so busy that I want to borrow the hands of all the cats in the town."

　　I want to borrow all the cat’s hands and use it as a Japanese saying to describe the state of being very busy.

　　 And the uncle is obviously a bit busier, and has to borrow the hands of all the cats in the town.

　　 Kazuma: "It seems that the business is good, there is no need to ask me to promote it."

"The peak season is really good, but there are only a few days in the peak season of the year. We hope that there will be more tourists in the non-peak season. In this situation, if you get sick during the peak season and cannot open for business, the entire year's income will be ruined. Up."

Uncle 　　 said, scratching his head, adding: "After all, more than half of the people in this hot spring street are over fifty years old. It is a place full of old men and old ladies."

　　 Kazuma: "Are there no young children?"

　　 "No. Look at this hot spring street, where it looks like there are elementary and middle schools. Children in the village have to travel a long way to the town to go to school, so many couples of childbearing age simply moved out."

　　 Kazuma thought of the Bozi who works at the shrine~www.readwn.com~ and asked, "Aren’t there any girls like Bozi?"

　　 "Bozi's house, only her and grandpa, her father went out to Tokyo, and then there was no news, but occasionally an anonymous remittance came back. So Bozi can't leave."

As soon as the uncle's voice fell, another uncle behind him made a dissatisfied voice: "When those women bite their ears, it's not surprising that Bozi runs away with the little white face from Tokyo at any time, hum! Bozi won't throw it away. Let her grandma go."

　　 The third uncle joined the conversation at this time: "But, Bozi’s grandma has been bedridden for more than a month, right? I'm afraid this winter should be..."

　　 The uncle who started talking to Kazuma made a loud voice: "Hey! Hey! What are you talking about! When the old man is still alive, would you wish her a long life?"

　　 The uncle who had just failed to say something "I'm sorry", bowed his head and continued to work.

　　 "You continue to be busy with you," Kazuma said to the three of them, "Let's go to the shrine to see."

　　 "Oh, go slowly! By the way, the shrine's bodily ointment is very good, and the tourists who come to us every year are full of praise."

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　　 Kazuma nodded in thanks, said goodbye to the three uncles with Tamamo, and walked along the main road of the hot spring street towards the shrine.

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