There is light shining from the darkness, and Junko Kahatsu's long black eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings slowly open, and what enters the eye is the dim roof, which has a Japanese style. Xiangchu Junzi's clear pupils shrank slightly, a little frightened, a little surprised, and slowly raised his hands, looking at the delicate and beautiful ten-finger slenderness, looking at the white and delicate arms, and looking at the slender and delicate legs.

Xiangchu Junzi Fang Xin Cocoa, she suddenly like a dream, remembered the darkest memory, her hands and feet were cut off under the light of the knife like snow, followed by severe pain, four fractures were sealed with glue, the tongue was cut off, nothing could be done, she could only lie quietly in the tide of pain and gradually numb and die.

She heard wailing and crying, she heard the screams and roars, she heard the sound of death, she couldn't do anything, she saw the fire rising into the sky, she saw the bright red and dangerous flames burning the room, but she still couldn't do anything, she could only wait for death in silence, that was the fear of death, but Junko Kahatsu had nothing to be afraid of.

Die, and die.

Later, it was the boundless darkness, and Junko Kazutsu didn't expect that she would survive, and the severed hands, feet, and tongue were all intact, as if those pains, sorrows, and despairs were all dreams, but she knew that those were real.

With a squeak, a hazy light was pushed open with the door, and a person slowly walked in, Xiangchu Junko's eyes blinked, and he looked at the gentle and smiling clouds steadily, and some scattered memories emerged, it was the ape mask with blue mysterious lines, that was a warm embrace, and it was a squeak as red as fire.

He saved himself, right?

Junko Kazuha thought like this, her body was delicate and weak. I can't get up, and I want to bow down, just like those teachers who are charming and forbearing, and they can't do it.

"It's okay, don't worry, you're still alive, that's good." Yunluo said lightly, casually saving Xiangchu Junzi, it was very casual for Yunluo, if Xiangchu Junzi was harmful to him. He didn't mind killing him either.

Such a cloud falls. Looking at Junko Kazuha's eyes, with a gentle smile, the red rat candy lay lazily on Yunluo's right shoulder, blinking his sapphire eyes. Dripping looked at Junko Kazuha.

Junko Kagawa softly opened her mouth to thank you. The Japanese language that comes out is not written in words. She can't control the newly-born fragrant tongue yet, but she can also hear the clear sound soft and delicate. Yunluo smiled slightly, and Junko Xiangchu lost consciousness and fell asleep.

……

The first time Yunluo was amazed at Kyoto was when he heard a cuckoo calling. If you're not under a tree, Kyoto isn't a tree.

The first signing meeting in Tokyo was also a fan meeting of the Kraken, which was very successful, and at the end of the day, there were 5,673 people shaking hands and signing books, which was still Yunluo paying attention not to let himself be too extraordinary, but this kind of achievement also made Shimizu Tanaka very surprised and admired.

Xiangchu Junzi followed Yunluo quietly and gracefully, the red rat Sugar Candy obediently lay on the girl's shoulder, Yunluo intentionally or unintentionally let Sugar Candy follow Xiangchu Junzi all the time, and also had the meaning of letting the red mouse stare at Xiangchu Junzi, if Xiangchu Junzi made a move that should not be, then the sugar candy child would let Xiangchu Junzi know that the fourth-level beast was ruthless.

On Shimizu Tanaka's side, Junko Xiangchu appeared as Yunluo's tour guide, and Yunluo didn't tell Shimizu Tanaka in detail, and Shimizu Tanaka didn't ask if he was very measured, but in Shimizu Tanaka's eyes, he probably regarded Junko Xiangchu as a girl who helped to communicate, who made Junko Xiangchu pure and charming like a little fox.

When you come out of the train station, you may not be disappointed when you look at Kyoto, but you will see modern streets, modern bus stops, and pedestrians dressed in modern clothes. Standing in front of the traffic light, waiting to cross the street, the moment the green light is on, the sound of birds is heard on the sidewalk, which is very crisp.

The people of Kyoto would have imagined that the green light would be accompanied by the sound of birdsong. There is more than one traffic light, walk from Nishi Honganji Temple to Nijo Castle, cross the street, and listen to the birdsong along the way. There are two kinds, one is not recognized: chirping, chirping, chirping, like a little bird drinking and pecking, and when it looks up, it cries happily. Another call is familiar, it is the cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo.

Let Yunluo listen to the feeling of returning to spring and standing on the field. Compared to the slightly crowded Kyoto Station front, the south-south avenue in the west of the city is wide and empty, and the alleys in the east and west are quiet and deep, with low wooden lattice doors and paper windows, gradually revealing the style of Kyoto as an ancient capital. Junko Xiangchu followed Yunluo obediently, and did not speak, only occasionally supple and shallow smiles.

The beauty of a Japanese garden is appreciated from a tile.

Kyoto's gardens are scattered in different directions. Temples and residences of historical figures are famous for the beauty of their garden landscapes. Judging from the map, Nishi Honganji Temple is the closest, so Yunluo designated Nishi Honganji Temple as the first place to visit, and a little further north is Nijo Castle. Xiangchu Junzi naturally took Yunluo's arm, Yunluo went with her, for the time being, Yunluo hadn't figured out how to deal with her.

Beauty and me, but floating clouds.

Junko Kazutsu didn't know that the big star Siren next to her, this mysterious and powerful man, was still pondering her life and death. From birth to growth, Junko Xiangchu was controlled by the big family, and was trained to serve those big people, without an ID card, no hukou, nothing, just like duckweed.

The Japanese-style temple feels very plain at first glance, with gray roofs, dark and almost blackened pillar supports or wooden inlays, light yellow or white walls, and washed old wooden lattice windows, all of which are simple but simple and clean, as if the rain has washed countless times, and the dust is clean.

At second glance, there is a regular arrangement in this plain color, which is expressed by guò lines. The lines of the ridges of the house and the lines of the window lattices are sparse and sophisticated, and I can't say where it is in particular, but when I look up, there is a sense of harmonious rhythm.

The old tree and the black crow are the third impression.

The antiquity of the temple can be judged not only by the frescoes that have fallen off, but also by the old trees in the courtyard as silent witnesses. On the old trees of Nishi Honganji Temple, there are crows with dark coats, and although the crows' cries are not pleasant, they match the empty garden. It was as if the crow flew through the air, and the cry of the crow extended the silence of the empty courtyard into the sky.

There is no winding path leading to the secluded place here, and the Zen room is deep in flowers and trees. In addition to the old trees, some Japanese pines are sparsely planted here, and the vigorous green is never as deep as the flowers and trees. Only a pink crape myrtle tree is in bloom, like a little flower girl standing in front of the old monk.

It seems that Japanese temples are really places to be cultivated. Even the color is single, unlike the temples in Thailand and China that first use a large area of heavy color to give you a visual impact, and even the Buddha statue is gilded all over, while the Buddha statue here is not sitting high in a conspicuous place, but hidden in the shrine. Looking through the door, it was dim and indistinct.

This reminded Yunluo of the mystery of Tibetan Buddhism, and the believers also sat on the ground, silent and silent. There are also Hindu families in Bali, where the idol of the god is worshipped and a door that is opened on special days of the year. There is a kind of cloud falling heart knowing, secret taste.

Maybe this is the rest assured of the gods and Buddhas, and the people who worship every day are just incarnations.

This also reminds Yunluo that Japan is an island country after all, and the island culture always has its secrets. No matter how developed the modern Japanese economy is, it retains a mysticism in the subtleties that you can understand, but it can also be plausible.

In fact, about Nishi Honganji Temple, Yunluo had no intention of sitting down and listening to the abbot monk in black and white shirts speaking to the congregation about the scriptures that he couldn't understand, and he couldn't understand a word. Yunluo realized that it was not the Buddha ceremony, or morality, but the beauty of the garden, which began with the trickle in front of the house. Junko Kazuchu likes to be silent because the newly grown fragrant tongue is not yet familiar, and she still speaks in a running voice.

Yunluo searched for the sound of water and walked to a place where water flowed. It's not a natural stream, it's a stream of water from nowhere, flowing down and dripping from a height. The blue-gray tiles placed on the side of the dripping ground created the sound of raindrops, which was a wonderful idea. Xiangchu Junzi Qingmei held Yunluo's hand, ten fingers interlocked, plain hands were white and soft, as if there were no bones.

The ticking sound, trickling, makes people quiet and leisurely.

There is the simplicity of Han Yuefu, the artistic conception of Tang poetry, and the bottom rhyme of Song poetry. And the jump of the water flow to the tile, as well as the liveliness of the minor tune during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. No wonder the Japanese are very green and white Matsuo Basho haiku, ancient ponds, the sound of frogs jumping into the water.

The sound of water seems to break the tranquility, and after returning to silence, this sound of water increases the sense of tranquility. It seems unreasonable, but when you think about it, it's delicious, isn't this what people say about the Zen beauty of Japanese gardens? There is no ancient pond here, and in front of the courtyard of Nishi Honganji, there are only old trees and crows, and there are green tiles, and the sound of rain falling in a trickle.

Higashiyama is a tourist attraction all the way from Ginkaku-ji Temple to Kiyomizu-dera Temple. If the landscape in the west is like the solemn, solemn and simple peaks in the north, the scenery in the east is like the pink beauty in the south, adding to the softness.

Yunluo led Junko Kachu to stand in front of Chien-in, the sun was bright, and it seemed to be an era away from the coldness of Nijo Castle. Ascending the stone steps, there are two tourists sitting under the doorpost in front of the mountain gate, standing in the shadow of the porch, the wind blowing, cold, carrying the fragrance of leaves. Unfortunately, the main hall of Zhienin seems to be under repair, and it is not bad to walk around the courtyard.

There is a red pavilion on the left hand of the uphill slope, this red is mixed with orange tones, which is more beautiful than the red, and it is especially set off with white. It is surprising that such a girly pavilion suddenly appeared in the courtyard dominated by cold Japanese colors.

There are many sects of Buddhism, but Chionin belongs to the Pure Land sect, which believes that life is inherently bitter and hopes for the world of rebirth. It is the largest temple in Kyoto and has a giant bell that can only be struck by a dozen people. Yunluo originally came to see the garden, so he didn't regret not hearing Zhong Ming. As for this red pavilion, it made Yunluo puzzled.

Chinese temples like to paint the outer walls of not too bright yellow, but in Japan, black, gray, cool green, and light gold are the main colors, which also reflects the quiet nature of the monks. (To be continued......)

PS: [The author Jun is the seventh in the Crystal Palace, and the little wife and little maid ask for a collection! ] 】