"Huh, that seems interesting there?" Wang Yong looked past the crowd and looked at a courtyard at the back of the temple.

There is a sign that tourists stop walking, and it seems to be a forbidden place for Nishi Honganji. It is probably a place where the monks of the temple live, or a warehouse where ritual utensils are kept.

It's just that Wang Yong only glanced at it and concluded that there was another mystery in it.

Because on the eaves of that annex, there stands a flying rakshasa of about ten centimeters.

The West Honganji Temple is modeled on the Chinese Tang and Song Dynasty style buildings, and the cornices of the Chinese palace often use some kind of divine beasts to town the house, and the Rakshasa is basically not.

Even if it's a Buddhist temple, it's hard to see.

After all, Rakshasa plays the role of an evil ghost in Buddhist scriptures. In the twenty-fifth volume of "The Meaning of Hui Lin", it is recorded: "Rakshasa is also a demon in this cloud. Cannibalism of flesh and blood, or flying in the air, or traveling on the ground, is terrifying. ”

Legend has it that Rakshasa eats human flesh, seduces mortals, and bad monks often appear in the form of heavenly demons in the meditations of monks. The Rakshasa is a delusion to be cut off by the monks, how can it appear on the cornices in a grand manner?

Wang Yong glanced around and found that he couldn't break through. There are many monks standing around the temple, who are responsible for maintaining order.

Once you break through, you will be discovered immediately, and the news of Wang Yong's coming to the East will be exposed.

"There is no way to go. Wang Yong laughed.

Walked out of the temple directly, made a detour, and came to the outside of the temple. There are monks in the temple to manage it, but you can't manage it outside the temple, right?

Wang Yong looked at the location of the Rakshasa Courtyard, saw that there was no one around, and his arm climbed on the wall, like an agile big monkey, and disappeared on the wall in an instant.

It's so fast that even if someone sees it, they will be dazzled.

After landing on the ground, Wang Yong straightened his sunglasses and sunhat to make sure that this dress would not be seen clearly, and then Shi Shiran walked towards the strange courtyard.

As soon as he got closer, there was a sound of tapping the wooden fish.

Sure enough, there were people inside.

Wang Yong approached gently, pretending to be a lost tourist, and walked into the courtyard.

From the outside, this annex appears to be a prayer hall, with a large screen facing the door.

There is a set of Buddhist stories painted on it, all about rakshasas.

Ten bewitching female rakshasas, each holding a different token and making different gestures.

The painting is meticulous, and it can be seen that there is a good foundation. It's just that he hasn't formed any style of his own, and it can be seen that it is not painted by a famous artist.

"The Ten Rakshasas. Wang Yong stopped in front of the screen and said interestingly.

There is a diametrically opposite difference between the ugliness of men and the demonic smelting of women in the Rakshasa clan.

In Huaxia, the Rakshasa status is ordinary. In "Reading Wei Caotang Pen Chronicle", Ji Xiaolan listed it as a ghost fox fairy, and recorded a story: A scholar has always liked light and thin women, and one day he went out and met a beautiful woman, so he flirted with her. Unexpectedly, the woman frequently showed her affection, and hinted that she would meet outside the city at night. The scholar was naturally overjoyed and left as promised in the evening.

It's just that after arriving at the place, before he had time to do anything with the woman, he saw that the woman's face suddenly changed, and she turned into a green-faced and fanged demon, and opened her big mouth and bit him. The scholar was frightened and ran away. Running all the way, it was hard to find a family.

knocked on the door of the house, but unexpectedly, the female relatives of the family mistakenly thought that they were thieves, and beat them with sticks until they fainted.

The next day, the scholar woke up and found that this was a wilderness, where was there a courtyard, and when he returned home, he fell seriously ill and never dared to be rude to a woman again.

Some people speculate that the reason is that the scholar's frivolous behavior angered the Rakshasa and the fox spirit, so they joined forces to rectify the scholar.

It can be seen from this that the Rakshasa status is at best an evil ghost.

However, in the East, the Rakshasa has an extremely revered status, especially by the Pure Land sect of the East.

Honganji Temple is the base camp of the Oriental Pure Land sect, and it seems to make sense that there is a Rakshasa Buddha statue here.

However, Wang Yong's eyes flashed, and he just smiled silently.

The sound of the wooden fish suddenly stopped, and the person who knocked on the wooden fish found that an uninvited guest had broken in.

Through a curtain hanging in the direction of the left hand of the scripture hall, a hoarse woman's voice came out.

"The prayer hall here is not open to tourists, please come back. ”

It uses an Oriental language, with a Kansai accent, and it seems to be a serious Oriental.

Wang Yong is proficient in Oriental language, after all, as one of Huaxia's main opponents, Oriental is a foreign language that Chinese agents have to master.

"Oh, I'll just take a look at it, and I won't disturb the master's cultivation. Wang Yong replied casually.

The woman behind the curtain seemed a little angry, and her breath was slightly unsteady, but then she recovered as before.

"There is a sign outside the door that says tourists stop, and the courtyard door is locked, I wonder how you got in, donor?" the woman asked.

"What else can I do if I climb the door? Don't worry, I'm not a bad person, I'm just curious. I'll introduce myself, I'm a photographer who loves to travel to weird places. Your scripture hall is very interesting, so I came uninvited, and I beg your pardon. ”

Wang Yong said, his eyes turned to the screen with ten Rakshasa women painted again.

It seems that it is really just here to collect wind.

"Master, is this a painting of the Ten Rakshasas? This two-handed cymbal should be the knotted Rakshasa woman, the one holding the flower cage is the Shi Ji Rakshasa woman, the right hand is hanging down and the left hand is holding the orb, the one holding the treasure in the left hand and bending the right hand in front of the chest, the one who holds the treasure in the right hand and bends the left hand in front of the chest is the Rakshasa woman, the one who holds the water bottle in her left hand and the lotus petal in her right hand is the Rakshasa woman who holds the flower petal in her right hand, the one who holds the Hua Rakshasa in both hands is the Rakshasa woman who holds the Sutra in both hands, and the one who holds the sutra in both hands is the Rakshasa woman who holds the sutra in both hands, and the one who puts her hands together is very powerful, and it is called the Rakshasa woman who takes the essence of all living beings. It's just that I forgot what this man with his right hand with a sword and a scroll in his left hand is called, I forgot ......"

Wang Yong said to himself, and at the end of the day, his face showed a confused look.

In the middle of the night, a woman's voice sounded behind the curtain: "Her name is the Bondage Rakshasa Woman." ”

"Oh, Master Xie pointed. Wang Yong said.

"Okay, you've seen it, you're ready to go. Behind the curtain, the woman began to chase people again.

Wang Yong was a little dead-faced, and said: "I take the liberty of asking, can I see the master's honorable face? Please don't get me wrong, I'm not a disciple." It's just that I had an idea for a set of photos in my head. That is a female master sitting in such a scripture hall and reciting the scriptures, surrounded by flying rakshasas, I believe it will be very shocking. ”

"Donor, you're going too far, if you don't leave, I'll call someone. The woman's voice behind the curtain revealed a hint of anger again.

It's just that the woman obviously underestimated the thickness of Wang Yong's face, Wang Yong took a step forward towards the door curtain and said in a sincere tone: "Master, just let me take a look, even if it's just a glimpse." If I hadn't been asked to complete this composition, I wouldn't have thought about it until I starved to death. You monks are merciful, can you bear to watch a believer die because of you?"

Behind the curtain, there was silence for a long time.

Finally, the attitude was a little loose: "I'm ugly, you'll be disappointed." ”

"Master, you misunderstood, what I care about is not beauty and ugliness, but a kind of artistic conception. It's hard to describe, but I'm sure you're the most important part of this composition!"

"Then I'll show you a look. ”

With the woman's voice, the curtain in the prayer hall slowly opened, revealing a female monk sitting cross-legged on a futon.

He wears a hat on his head, a coarse cloth monk's robe, and a wooden mallet in his hand, and a wooden fish in front of him.

The light came in through the side windows, full of solemnity.

It's just that Wang Yong was shocked and took a step back.

"Scared you, didn't you? There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman's voice.

Wang Yong suppressed his frightened emotions and shook his head again and again: "No, no...... What, master, you're busy, I'll go first. ”

After speaking, Wang Yong withdrew from the scripture hall.

When Wang Yong walked away, the woman showed a smile: "Sure enough, all men in the world are the same, no matter how fanciful they say, they are just coveting a woman's skin." ”

In the dim light, the woman was exposed to a terrifying face.

The scars on his face are as if he had been scratched with a knife, and when he laughs, it is even more terrifying.

It was as if the real rakshasa in this prayer hall was not the images on those screens, but the woman.

Outside the hall, Wang Yong walked out a hundred meters away before he stood still.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and looked at the Rakshasa Sutra Hall, and muttered: "Fahua Ten Rakshasas, hehe, I really think I can't recognize you?"

After that, he jumped out of the temple and didn't continue to play, but found a nearby hotel to stay.

It's just that when he stayed, Wang Yong regretted that this hotel was not a famous ** hotel, otherwise Wang Yong would have lived in this hotel for a month.

As soon as he stayed in the hotel, Wang Yong began to close his eyes and recuperate after eating some things.

It wasn't until the evening that I changed into clothes and went out again.

Kyoto is different at night, with a steady stream of tourists and more vendors along the way.

Standing on a high place and looking at the lights of thousands of homes in Kyoto, the Tang Dynasty buildings that can be seen everywhere make people have the illusion of dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty.

Most of the things sold by the vendors along the street are old gadgets.

Lanterns, masks, flutes, Xiao, and so on.

Wang Yong walked all the way over, with an extra mask and a long flute in his hand.

The mask is beautifully made and expensive. It is a unique cultural property of the Oriental family, and it is called Noh.

In some places, Noh theater is often staged, which is a stage play performed by actors wearing such masks.

The mask that Wang Yong bought is called Prajna.

In Oriental legends, "Prajna" is a ghost that a woman transforms into because of jealousy.

Because of jealousy, a woman's soul leaves her body while she is alive, and the soul can attack or even kill the person she is jealous of. If you live in the mountains and forests, you will come out in the middle of the night and choose people to eat, and you will let out a terrifying laugh.

Wang Yongxin wears a mask, white fangs, and long horns on the top, which is quite terrifying in the dark night.

Along the way, several foreign female tourists were frightened by Wang Yong, and then they came up with a grin and took a photo with Wang Yong, but they regarded Wang Yong as a Noh actor.

After a delay all the way, Wang Yong finally came to a forest outside Nishi Honganji Temple.

He stood quietly under the tree, and not far in front of him was the Rakshasa Sutra Hall. At this time, the lights in Honganji occasionally flickered, and it was clear that there were still monks who had not yet fallen asleep.

There is no lamp in the Rakshasa Sutra Hall, but a candle is lit, illuminating this courtyard with a unique meaning.

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