The B&B is indeed a fairly clean place, as the kid said, at least there is no dust on the floors and furniture. The layout is very simple, a set of tables and chairs, a set of quilts, but there is no bed, and it is directly spread on the ground to sleep.

Maybe it's because it's simple, so the price will be cheap.,Hatsu and Sakurako asked for a room.,Sakurako needs to rest.,But Hatsuki doesn't need it.。

In the room, Hatsuko laid out the quilt, and she looked up at Sakurako who was sitting by the window and said.

"Sakurako, it's time to rest. ”

After Sakurako rests, Hatsu will leave the room and stay at the door.

Sakurako was staring at the window in a daze, but the voice of Hatsu woke her up.

"Hmm. She answered, took off her coat, walked to the bed, and lay down.

"Then I'll go out first. Chu lowered his head and was about to exit the room.

Sakurako stopped her.

"At the beginning, can you sit here a little longer?"

On the bed, the girl's eyes looked at Chu with some uneasiness.

Chu Ji paused for a moment, and finally nodded and said.

"I see. ”

She walked slowly to Sakurako's bed and sat down on the side.

Looking at Chu sitting beside her, the uneasiness in Sakurako's eyes dissipated.

Now, there is only Chu by her side, she is really scared, and in a blink of an eye, even Chu is gone.

Hatsu silently stared at Sakurako on the bed, thought for a while, and slowly put a hand on Sakurako's head and touched it gently.

"Rest well. ”

Sakurako often had nightmares when she was a child, and at that time, she didn't know what to do, so she asked the old monk to figure out a way.

The old monk would tell Sakurako the story of the Buddha and then reach out and gently stroke Sakurako's head so that Sakurako would calm down.

At first, she wouldn't tell any stories about the Buddha, but she wanted to do what she could, at least maybe make Sakurako better.

Sakurako did seem to be feeling better, she blushed slightly and closed her eyes.

But Sakurako never fell asleep, her breathing was light or heavy, and she could feel it, and she was thinking about a lot of things.

At first, she sometimes felt that there was really little she could do as an apostle.

She seems, only kills.

But will that really take away sin?

Who knows, all she knows is that the voice that gave her the only meaning tells her that she has come to take away sin.

"Chu. In bed, Sakurako couldn't sleep, she opened her eyes again, and called Daochu's name.

At this time, it was already late at night outside, and the clouds were thick today, and there was no starlight in the sky, only a lonely moon.

In the darkness, Hatsu seemed to merge with the shadows, and she looked at Sakurako with those dark eyes, waiting for what Sakurako had to say.

Sakurako asked out loud, "You say, Jizo, do you really only kill the wicked?"

Obviously, she didn't really care about what the kid said that afternoon.

Chu sat there and did not answer.

"Are my parents, and the abbot, wicked?" Sakurako asked again.

Chu still didn't answer, her lips were tightly closed, as if she couldn't speak.

After a while, Sakurako asked the final question.

"What is sin?"

It is still not possible to answer at first.

She lowered her eyes like a stone of silence.

What is sin, she herself is because she can't tell clearly, so she no longer distinguishes.

In the room, there was only the sound of Sakurako breathing quietly, and nothing else.

It may have been a long time.

Hatsu finally said a word to Sakurako.

A short, softly spoken sentence.

"I'll take away your sins, I promise. ”

This is the only thing she can do for Sakurako.

And the only thing she can promise Sakurako.

On the bed, Sakurako froze for a moment, her eyes were red, and she lowered her gaze to stop looking at Hatsu.

Half-ringing, she smiled hard and choked up.

"That's why I said you were cunning at the beginning. ”

She didn't want Chu to take away her sins at all.

From the very beginning, she didn't care about any sin at all, she just wanted her parents to stay, she just wanted the old monk to stay, she just wanted the first time to stay.

She just wants to live with the people she values, she just, and only has that desire.

Why can't it be done, is it also a sin?

Sakurako only slept lightly for a while that night, and when she woke up, she left the inn early.

They weren't going to stay here, and now that there was news of Jizo, Sakurako would definitely go to him.

Guhu is still some way from here, and if you want to find Jizo, you need to leave as soon as possible.

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On the side of the street, a little boy was stopped by two men.

If you look closely at the little boy, you will see that he is the same child who led the way for Sakurako and Hatsu yesterday.

And the two people who stopped him were two samurai with swords, and in this era, as long as they wore swords, they could call themselves samurai.

"You guys, what's the matter with you?"

Facing the two people in front of him, the boy's eyes were a little dodgy, he had tried his best to avoid these people, but he didn't expect to be caught.

The two samurai looked at each other, and one of them grinned and said.

"We heard that you were pulling guests on this street again, why didn't you notify us?"

"Me. ”

It should be nervousness, which makes the boy stutter a little when he speaks.

"I don't think it's necessary to bother you with these little things. ”

"How can we say that, we are in charge of everything on this street, and we should know about the small things and the big things. ”

A samurai laughed, put his arm around the boy's shoulder, and held out a hand.

"So, should you pay the fee you should pay when you come back to this street?"

"That, that. The boy bit his lip and said, "I don't have any money left." ”

"Huh?" The samurai's face suddenly became gloomy: "Aren't you still soliciting guests yesterday, why don't you have any money?"

"Do you look down on us!?" the other samurai suddenly became vicious and roared loudly.

"No, no. The boy waved his hand in a panic.

The people passing by the street obviously saw this scene, but no one dared to step forward and speak, because the two samurai were armed with swords.

At this time, most people will not choose to meddle with such things.

But then, a voice interrupted the communication between the boy and the samurai.

"Do people like you dare to call themselves samurai?"

It was a nice female voice, the boy was stunned for a moment, he remembered, this voice he had heard yesterday.

It was the voice of the female guest with the umbrella.

The interrupted samurai seemed displeased, and turned viciously to look at the person behind him who was making a sound.

They saw a paper umbrella with cherry blossoms drawn on it, and two people stood under the umbrella, their faces half-covered by the edge of the paper umbrella.

The two samurai immediately noticed that the other also had a sword at his waist.

"Who are you, and what are you going to do?" they snapped, their hands resting on their sabers.

"It's nothing. Under the umbrella, the man in light pink clothes said, "I just think that people like you are not worthy of a knife." ”

As she spoke, she slowly untied the knife from her waist, held it in her hand, and pulled it out.

It was a rusty knife, and it looked mottled and hideous.

It is difficult to imagine anyone using such a knife, and this knife seems to be in stark contrast to the person who used it.

One side is clean and pure, and the other side is rusty.

The two samurai also drew their swords and made a gesture of battle, and one of them warned him.

"You'd better understand what you're doing!"

But no sooner had he said than the rusty blade had already stabbed in front of him.

The two hurriedly resisted.

Two swords clashed from the street.

The rusty knife blocked the attacks of the two blades, and then, with a blistering speed, slashed through the wrists of both samurai at once.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out, and the two warriors fell to the ground, their wrists almost cut off, and they should not be able to use knives for the rest of their lives.

There was a moment of silence on the street, and everyone looked at the people under the umbrella in alarm.

The umbrella lifted slightly, revealing their faces.

Like cherry blossoms on an umbrella, their appearance is admirable, but at the same time, the blood stains on the ground also tell people about their danger.

Sakurako put away her sword, looked at the two samurai who fell to the ground and wailed, and said aloud.

"You can call me Xixing Temple, and if you want revenge, come to me, and I'll be waiting for you at any time. By the way, if you know each other, tell a person called Jizo and say I'm looking for him. ”

With that, she put away her knife and walked away slowly.

The blood on the blade had not dried, dripping down the scabbard to the ground, and as she walked, it grew farther and farther away.

Under the gaze of the people, the conspicuous cherry blossom color pierces through the gray streets, and is remembered by the world as the yokai of the cherry blossoms.

(Note, Westward Demon: From Oriental Gensokyo, the name of a cherry blossom tree demon, it is rumored that its beautiful cherry blossoms lead people to death when it is in full bloom, and countless dead remains are buried under its roots.) ）

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Here are some personal words: It's been almost a month since the book began, and there are a lot of comments, and many readers say that they prefer the previous one, and hope that I can continue to write the next part of the previous book or the extra. Well, how to put it, I am very grateful for your love and support, and because of this, I want to say something from my heart to you.

Actually, writing novels was my hobby at first, and I personally think that it should be a pure and clean thing, and I only write because I want to. But then, with income, it seems to have turned into a business as well.

When a hobby becomes a career, it's like a conflict, no, it should be said that it is a conflict, many things become different, and the mentality becomes different. Sometimes I become anxious, impatient, and have difficulty grasping my state. My daily life has also been affected a lot.

I can't say exactly what it feels like, but I can feel that my words are being affected. In fact, a large part of the reason why I wrote this book is because I want to calm myself down, think seriously about my own problems, and find solutions. It could be a transition, it could be a transition, and I need to see the path under my feet, just like the beginning. Whether it can have a good income or not is not so important, anyway, I want to write it carefully.

This book may not be so interesting to some readers, and some readers think it is a small white text, but please believe me, I am still serious about writing, and I hope to be able to express what I want to express to you as much as possible.

I am very grateful to all of you who have supported me to this day, and I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you on my own behalf.