The brass bell rang, and the eight uncles carrying the sedan chair knew that this was the 'god' who was ready to enter the shrine. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Up!"

Under the order of a leading uncle, the Eight Sacred Opinion rose up. They don't worry that the 'gods' won't get in, because that's the way it used to be, and after the gods rise, the 'gods' have their own way to get in.

Luo's skirt is flying, fluttering like a fairy, only the feeling from the shoulders when it falls, so that the sedan chair bearers feel the weight of reality. I feel that this 'god' is a bit heavy......

The copper bell rang again, and the leading uncle resisted the desire to look back, and shouted 'hey' in his mouth, which led to the pace of all the sedan chair bearers.

The autumn festival at Oda Shrine does not have a grand procession to welcome the gods, except for the eight uncles who carry the sedan chair, there is only a shrine maiden Oda Yao waving a copper bell and chanting a blessing in her mouth.

The four uncles in front can't see the scene on the shrine, but the uncles in the back can.

Although they couldn't see the front face, just a back side reminded them of the scene when they were young. The beautiful shrine maiden, dressed in the clothes of the gods, floated to the shrine as if she were a true god.

This person who is now sitting in the shrine and wearing a divine robe is no longer the witch she once was, but that kind of dusty temperament is even surpassed, and it really seems that the god is in the world. In her arms, she is still holding the little witch Oda Hitomi, as if to show that the gods are caring for Hieda Shrine.

Tong Jianjun himself naturally does not have the otherworldly temperament of a true god, at this moment, in order not to mess up this autumn festival, he deliberately turned on the acting mode, which seems to be quite useful, in short, he is really like a god. Pity people, but stay away from people.

Oda Hitomi was naturally hugged by Tong Jianjun, her legs and feet were inconvenient, and it was too dangerous to go down the mountain alone. Tong Jianjun estimated that he couldn't lift the eight strong uncles with a little girl, so he ignored Oda Hitomi's resistance and hugged him into the gods.

"This is a ...... where only gods can sit" When it came to the gods, Oda Hitomi did not resist anymore, and even his voice became very small.

"According to what you said, am I not a god?" Tong Jianjun smiled slightly, "God asked you to make a sedan chair with him, there is nothing wrong, right?"

"But ......"

"It's nothing, I'm God, I'm in charge. ”

The uncles carrying the sedan chair vaguely heard the sound of talking on the sedan chair, but they didn't care. The sense of responsibility passed down from generation to generation has turned them into pious sedan chair bearers at this moment.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Tong Xinyi was also among the many spectators, and with the advantage of being physically strong, she squeezed to the front.

"My brother doesn't know where to go, it's a pity not to come to such an original festival. ”

Tong Xinyi sighed and continued to look at the gods coming down the steps of the mountain road. This is probably the god enshrined in this shrine, or a sacred object. Unlike Chinese temples, Japanese shrines are the residence of the gods, and worship is carried out outside, and you are generally not allowed to enter inside.

What kind of god is it or what kind of god is it above this shrine? Tong Xinyi straightened his head curiously, wanting to see what was going on.

"it!"

Above the eight gods, the figure of Tong Jianjun suddenly appeared, and he was still holding a witch in his arms? There was also a walking witch next to the shrine, so the goddess should be that daughter?

After the shock, Tong Xinyi's first reaction was to find a mobile phone. Tong Jianjun always takes photos of his own women's clothes and posts them everywhere. This time, Tong Xinyi also wants to let his brother experience the feeling of a fire!

Tong Xinyi nodded with satisfaction, and he didn't comment on his brother's original appearance, but Yu's physical appearance, coupled with the solemn and sacred clothes, was really like a god descending from heaven.

After taking the photo, without saying a word, Tong Xinyi immediately chose to upload it, so as not to have too many dreams at night, and deleted it after being discovered by Tong Jianjun. Tong Xinyi felt that this old brother was indeed popular.

On top of the photo, Tong Xinyi also added the sentence 'Brother's prosperous beauty', after this, he suddenly felt that the anger he had suffered before had disappeared a lot.

used to be abroad all the year round, and Tong Xinyi used Facebook. Because he was too young when he applied and didn't understand the dangers of the world, he also uploaded a photo of himself, and there were many people who followed him, from all over the world.

Although Tong Xinyi repeatedly declared that he was a man, the effect backfired, and more people paid attention to him......

"xinyi uploaded the photo again, save it first and then look at it!" Tong Xinyi deleted the previous photo, which is a regret.

"Doesn't it seem to be Xinyi?"

"Whatever, save it first!"

"Turned~"

"Is this in Japan? It looks like it's a festival, and I'm going to see where this is, too! The shrine maiden sister is so beautiful!"

"The one above the god is even better! Sister God take me away!"

"Wait, according to Xinyi, that's her brother?"

"No matter, xinyi still said that she is a man!"

"If this is a man...... I'm feeling more excited!"

"Don't stop, xinyi, keep shooting!"

……

Not only was Tong Xinyi's Facebook lively, but the atmosphere at the scene was even more explosive. The crowd let out an incomprehensible shout, but the maneuver in their hearts could be felt.

"How many years have you not seen Kagura with Seijin-sama?" said an old man with a hunched back.

"It's been more than ten years, has the prosperity of this divine dress finally reappeared in the world?" said a housewife next door, when she was young, she liked this beautiful divine dress very much, and she dreamed of wearing it again.

Although the crowd was noisy, it did not stop the advance of the shrine, and a clear path spread through the crowd to the temporary shrine platform that had been erected.

Oda Yao walked ahead of the shrine and came to the shrine first. She picked up a camellia in her right hand, held the sleeve of her right hand with her left hand, swayed slightly, and turned around.

"Returning to the heavens, the camellia folds flowers to worship the sky. Sincerely open the door of the gods to drive the heavy Lan, and remove the fog and go to the mausoleum to hear my wishes. ”

I had heard Oda Yao talk about the steps on the mountain before, and after she finished speaking, it was time for her to take the stage.

Wandering down from the shrine, dragging her long dress, she was placed next to a seat with various musical instruments according to the instructions of Hitomi Oda in her arms.

And Tong Jianjun himself wants to sit on that platform, why don't you put a chair and kneel in this posture!

If you sit cross-legged, it is estimated that you can smash half of the field, Tong Jianjun can only endure the discomfort and kneel on the slightly high seat. The long skirt corners hung down, blocking everything underneath.

Looks like you can block your feet?

After Tong Jianjun found out about this, he lifted his skirt slightly, and moved his calf to the edge of the platform and hung down without being seen by the outside world. The hands are still on the thighs, and it looks as if they are still in a kneeling position.

Hitomi Oda, who was closest to her, naturally saw Tong Jianjun's small movements, but she didn't break it. After glancing at his mother, he picked up the brass bell in front of him.