July 15th.

It was getting late, and the setting sun left an orange afterglow in the sky, and the sky was as clean as a bay of spring water, gradually changing from east to west, pale blue, pale yellow, orange, golden red, and finally the pure black mountains that engulfed the sunset.

The lights in Konoha Village have already begun to come on, and they don't play much of a lighting role, but they are just a manifestation of people's impatience. There are not many people on the streets, and most people are inside the house at this time, enjoying the joy of food and family reunion.

"Obon, according to legend, was a long, long time ago, when there was a very powerful monk who could see the yellow spring with his eyes.

He saw his mother fall into hell, tormented by flames and hunger, and was in great pain, so he used his spell to bring food and water to his mother.

Unexpectedly, the fire of hell could not be extinguished, and the food would immediately turn into flames, and death told him that his mother must endure this purgatory forever because of her great sins.

"The Grim Reaper was moved by the monk's magic power and filial piety, and told him that every year on the 15th day of the seventh month, the day when the moon's power is the weakest, when the gates of hell are wide open, and mortals can relieve the suffering of the dead through sacrifices."

The world held up a finger and explained as if it were a gesture.

At this time, it was already after the Uchiha family had a dinner, and in a wealthy family like this, the rules during the festival were extremely strict, and there were requirements for festival preparation, clothing, and when to complete the meal, unlike ordinary families, just gathering together at the bright living room table.

After eating dinner early, Makoto and the world obediently withdrew from the lobby that served as a restaurant and waited in the side hall.

The servants were silently busy, and they had to clean up the scraps before sunset.

The beautiful long hair poured down to the waist, and the world sat upright on the sofa, and said to Makoto, who was sitting lazily with his eyes closed:

So the monks gathered 100,000 monks and on the 15th day of the seventh month, they prayed to the moon and offered their mothers with Bon to the delicacies of the world.

The people followed suit, burning incense and purifying themselves on this day, eliminating disasters and praying for blessings, and dying first.

Hence the name of Obon, and it has since developed into a festival for family reunions and the lighting of fireworks.

[Yang Dun] is related to the body, for example, the secret technique of doubling the Qiu Dao clan, which is to obtain the most direct body enhancement at the cost of fat energy - to make the body bigger.

Makoto has recently found some knowledge about [Yang Dun] in the rich family secrets, and he is very inspired, but he always feels that something crucial is missing, and he can't get into it.

“…… Honest ......"

The sound ringing in his ears finally opened his eyes, and the world glared at him dissatisfied.

"What's wrong?"

"Makoto, are you listening to me!"

"No...... honest Makoto blinked and said truthfully.

"Okay, well, I know it's something everybody knows, but aren't you supposed to be amazed at my erudition as if you've never heard of it?" The world was still staring at him.

The girl is still young, so the well-fitting and gorgeous dress highlights her thinness, with almost no undulating chest and a knife-like crisp shoulder line, and the beautiful face and long hair like clouds accentuate the weak beauty of women.

"Thin and delicate, it is the most delicious time that is about to leave the Lori period, but has not yet transformed into a woman."

"What, Makoto...... Perverted, perverted! World's cheeks flushed all at once, but he just twisted his head to the side. The figure did not subconsciously shrink like ordinary women, but naturally adducted the legs as usual, the arms were on the legs, the neck was slightly drooping, and the waist and shoulders were straight, still awe-inspiring and elegant.

It seems that I accidentally said what was in my heart...... Cheng "blames himself" for thinking.

Because of the unbearable**, the girl fell silent, but as if she was deliberately showing her "delicious" body, her eyes looked to the side, but her body was more stretched.

So Cheng admired it unscrupulously, until the girl's crystal left ear towards him also became red jade due to shyness, and then "just enough" and said:

"Obon? Isn't that a legend? ”

The world shrank quietly, looked relieved, and paused before turning his head to him and saying:

"No, grandpa told me, it's a true story."

Is it [real]? Makoto's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look, but no matter how you thought about it, this was just a little story about filial piety that was passed down from mouth to mouth, just like the ghosts and weirdness of parents who lulled their children to sleep.

However, the protagonist's mother is not saved, but still falls into hell forever because of her sins, which is not a good story in the usual sense.

Is filial piety and retribution because of the fusion of folk tales and Buddhist allusions?

With the world beside him, Makoto knew that he didn't want to cultivate well, so he simply let the thoughts in his head fly around, not knowing where the crooked questions went.

The world has just been "retaliated" by Cheng with words, and this time Cheng fell into thought, but he didn't dare to disturb him, but blinked his bright eyes, looked at Cheng, and waited for him to say something.

Dangdang.

At this time, a servant knocked on the door and came in, bowed his head respectfully and said to the world: "Miss World, Lord Cheng, the Great Elder invites you to go to the front hall." ”

The world lightly took his eyes off Makoto's body, glanced at him, and said, "I know, go down." ”

The servant bowed in understanding, closed the door and left. From beginning to end, although the servant called the two of them, his eyes were always fixed in the direction of the world, and he did not look up, let alone pay attention to Cheng.

It's not that it's contemptuous, but in the Great Elder's Mansion, counting the entire Uchiha family, there are only a few people who are with the world and don't be treated like this.

This attitude is not so much that the world is the most favored in the family, but that her status is indeed more noble than others.

The family has never neglected what Cheng deserves, and on the other hand, Cheng has nothing to give.

Ninjutsu knowledge, family secrets, materials, test items, medicines, equipment, all the guidance and help that Cheng needed for cultivation, as long as he asked, the family never did not meet the time.

However, the family's status, personnel power, subordinates, and resource distribution have always been firmly in the hands of the family, and he does not have the power to depose and recruit even a single cook or man.

This is not to say that Cheng has a complaint in his heart, no one owes him, Cheng is already very satisfied with the attitude of the family, if he needs power, then Cheng should build his own sect, develop little by little from scratch, there is no reason for others to give him anything.

It's just that every time he compares with the world, that strange sense of difference always makes his heart cold.

It's like an ordinary door that can be seen every day, and when you open it, you find that behind the door is an endless fog.