Kitagawa Temple focused his gaze, just wanting to take a closer look at the appearance of the witches and priests in the water.

Unfortunately, the horrific sight in the water only appeared for a moment and then disappeared.

Kitagawa Temple descended the trail and came to the front of the shrine.

As far as the eye can see, there is an indescribable old shrine building.

The red stone pillars, the surface of the vermilion white wall has already appeared black marks, the surface seems to have been burned by fire, and some places are still bare with the slightest crack.

Wooden fence with eaves protruding a meter or two.

Now, the shrine that was supposed to be uninhabited is flickering with faint candles.

Kitagawa Temple doesn't care about this kind of thing.

He tilted his head back and squinted his eyes to look around.

He didn't plan to enter the shrine right now, but it wouldn't be too much of a problem just to explore the periphery.

"That's...?" Kitagawa Temple looked at it and saw a stone platform placed on the wooden path of the shrine.

On the stone platform, flowers with their petals pulled upwards are enshrined.

The general shape of this flower resembles a water lily, but it does not have the feeling of cleanliness and purity of water lilies.

On the contrary, its overall form has a bevelous beauty.

"I saw this flower on the torii platform just now." Beichuan Temple couldn't help but groan.

This is probably the soul attraction flower of the god body enshrined in the shrine.

Kitagawa Temple stood up and pulled his neckline, and looked at the weather again.

He's been repeating the action of looking at the weather all the way around, I don't know how many times.

After a while, Beichuan Temple's thoughtful voice sounded:

"It does look like it's going to rain."

The time when Kitagawa Temple left Ma Miyamoto's house was more than five o'clock in the morning, and now the time is already more than eleven o'clock, but the sky is still dark and oppressive, and there is no meaning to break the sun.

Then today's exploration is estimated to be the only way, and it is best to hurry down the mountain before the heavy rain arrives.

Kitagawa Temple took a deep look at the shrine behind it.

The cold is overflowing——

......

The rain was pouring down in a short time.

It was a rare rain, and it was not a problem to say that the sky had broken a big hole.

The rain forms a curtain of rain, which reduces visibility ahead and muddies the road beneath you.

On the ground where there is slippery moss, if you don't step on it, you will slip.

If you are on the edge of the abyss when you slip, you may fall off the cliff directly.

In fact, accidents in the field are these insignificant details.

The rain hit the warm clothes of Kitagawa Temple heavily, making a dense crackling sound.

He put his hat on the hood of a warm coat, but his ears still felt a biting chill.

Kitagawa Temple stopped and exhaled a deep breath of white air, but it was blown away by the fierce mountain wind in an instant.

He was already wet from the sudden rain, and his cold clothes and pants were clinging to his body.

There was an indescribable heaviness in the air.

In such an environment, Kitagawa Temple seems to be able to hear-

The mountains are crying.

The mountains are crying.

The mountain seemed to call him to stop and become one with the mountain.

Pitch black dead air lingered.

The whispers in my ears were blown away by the wind in an instant, and they disappeared without a trace.

Kitagawa Temple did not relax and walked firmly down the mountain.

At the same time, he maximizes his five senses, and if there is an accident such as a landslide, he can definitely avoid it easily.

In this way, Beichuan Temple stopped and walked all the way, and at about one o'clock, re-entered the shrine of the shrine.

He found a house that was dry and did not leak, and as soon as he lit the fire, he heard the voice of Asamiya Eternity.

"Temple-kun! You're okay, right? Asamiya Eiyo floated into the house from outside the door with a large stack of kimonos in his arms.

"It's not too bad. It's just that the body is a little stiff. ”

Kitagawa Temple let out a breath of white air and responded with a pale face.

"Really?" Asamiya nodded reassuringly.

Carrying a weight for two hours in the cold winter would have been impossible for ordinary people to persevere.

But the body of Beichuan Temple is only a little stiff and tingling, and it can be seen from this that the six-fold physique given by the system is not a fake.

Merely...

Kitagawa Temple poured out all the contents of the backpack in one go.

Although Kitagawa Temple bought a waterproof flashlight, it was difficult to withstand such torture, and all three could not be pressed.

As the key protection object of Beichuan Temple, mobile phones should not seem to be much of a problem, and they can still be used.

Compressed biscuits are okay due to the packaging, and they can be eaten.

As for the sleeping bags, Beichuan Temple doesn't plan to ask for them all.

Anyway, there is a lot of money on hand now, and there is no need to save in this area.

Thinking so, he raised his hand to close the door, and took off his clothes one by one as if no one was around.

"......" Asamiya Yongshi watched the movements of Beichuan Temple, but his eyes flashed, but he didn't shout.

It is common knowledge that if you wear soaked clothes all the time, the heat on your body will be taken away by the clothes.

Fortunately, Kitagawa Temple is not a hooligan, he still has some scruples about Asamiya Eternal and Nishikujo who is baking his body, and he still has a pair of shorts on his body.

Asamiya stood respectfully to the side.

She waited for Beichuan Temple to wring out all her clothes and hang them next to the fire to bake, then she lowered her head and walked up with small steps: "Sijun, please use these." ”

There is something strange about Kitagawa Temple.

The kimonos sent by Asamiya Eiyo were very clean, and there was no such thing as mold spots on them.

But that's why he couldn't figure it out: "Where did you get all these clean kimonos from?" ”

"Hmm." Asamiya Yongshi lowered his head again embarrassedly: "These are my kimonos when I was alive... It's all about some clothes full of memories. And I've been in the coffin for nine years, and I need some entertainment, so I often take them out to dry. ”

What a strange creature a woman is.

Beichuan Temple couldn't help but sigh a little.

Like Ma Gong Yongshi, he has obviously become a female ghost, but he still loves things like clothes.

Out of politeness, Kitagawa Temple still thanked him: "Thank you." ”

Kitagawa Temple is not a cosmigrant, but it is not a pedantic person either.

Restoring body temperature is the most important thing to do.

He simply draped the snow-white kimono that Asamiya had worn forever on his body, and gathered around the fire to keep warm.

Asamiya sat respectfully and elegantly beside Kitagawa Temple, his illusory face shining with charming brilliance in the light of the fire.

The two did not continue to talk, and the atmosphere froze.

For a moment, there was no sound other than the sound of Nishikujo's pitiful shaking arms and legs and the sound of raindrops hitting the eaves intensively.

After a while, Beichuan Temple recovered a little before he spoke:

"Don't you want to ask me some questions?"

"Temple-kun."

Ma Gong Yongshi is gentle and obedient: "In the face of a man who has just escaped from danger, it is the best choice for a woman to remain silent and accompany him." ”

As she spoke, she winked at Beichuan Temple, "Don't you think it should be like this?" ”