I was in front of the mountain gate of the Kannon Temple of Saidai Temple, and I was stopped by a monk who chattered for a while, saying that I could not understand Japanese, but I was not alarmed, and with a smile on my face, I took out the Huiyang card from my arms and handed it to him.

The monk took the Huiyang card, verified the authenticity, handed it back to me, and then came forward and searched it on me a little, and the technique was skillful and neat. I was prepared before I came, the body was empty, nothing, naturally I couldn't find anything, the monk searched and looked at the tiger cat curiously, and said a word in his mouth, the tiger cat was not to be outdone, and replied to him, the monk couldn't help laughing, and gave me a respectful salute, and invited me into the mountain gate.

I walked down the stairs and asked what Buddie had just said.

The tiger cat said what could he say, and the bald donkey asked you what was the matter with this bird, and I replied to him, saying that I am your big bird, and the big bird and the small bird are not separated. The tiger cat almost laughed out loud at the answer, but at the moment I asked for it, but I didn't dare to embarrass it too much, so I asked what to do next?

The fat hen stretched her wings, glanced left and right, and said that the bald donkey had asked you to bathe in the hot spring area attached to the backyard to wash off the dirt from your body.

I nodded, and didn't ask more, but waited at the door for a while, and saw that people handed over the Huiyang card one after another, and then entered the mountain gate, so I followed them. The Kannon Temple of the Saidai Temple, as the name suggests, is dedicated to the Guanyin Bodhisattva, several main halls are solemn and fragrant, but we did not go in, but bypassed the main hall, walked from the side, and marched towards the monk's house behind.

Passing through many buildings, you can see the mist of water waving in the sky when you reach the backyard.

I followed the people in front of me through a few corridors, and the scenery in front of me suddenly changed, the religious buildings were no longer there, but all of them were small bridges and flowing water, and there were many white flowers sitting in the hot spring pools one after another, but they were all members who had come to participate in the naked festival. At the back of the porch, there were a few small novices, bowing to everyone who walked in, and beckoning us.

I walked behind the most and handed the plaque to a young novice with a clear eyebrow, and he gave me a key with the nameplate on it.

This is the key to the locker door where the clothes are stored, in the open air, and there is no changing room here, those guys directly stripped themselves naked, put away their clothes, did not even change their swimsuits, walked to the door bare-chested, scooped cold water from a chest-high wooden barrel next to it, splashed it on their bodies, and then kept patting their bodies, and when their whole bodies were ruddy, they found a hot spring to soak in.

I was a little reluctant at first, after all, I was somewhat psychologically burdened to expose my body naked in front of everyone, but seeing that the Japanese people in this area were used to it, I finally gritted my teeth and decided not to care.

But fortunately, in the past few years, I have been constantly boiling my body, and my figure and lines are pretty good, a bronzer, abdominal muscles, mermaid lines or something, I should have it, and the cost is not bad, but there is no shame.

The hot springs here are pit after pit, some large and some small, and although it looks a little simple, it is real hot spring water, not the kind of hot water that is boiled in a boiler. I found a small hot spring nest, there was no one here, and it was far from the left and right, so I sat down and began to close my eyes and enjoy it.

Okayama Prefecture is rich in hot spring resources, and Yugo, Okutsu, and Yubara, which are known as the "three hot springs of Mimasaka", are all in this area, and the hot springs here at Saidaiji Kannon-in Temple are usually only for the monks of the temple, and are not open to the public, so the conditions are naturally very simple.

However, this does not mean that the hot springs are bad, lying in this simply treated hot spring, the gurgling natural spring soup comes out of the ground, the spring soup contains a high temperature, and a lot of gravel, rushing on the body, making people feel hot all over the body, and in the excitement of red ears and red ears, I can't help but feel relaxed.

The last time I went to the hot springs, it was in the hot spring villa of Longhu Mountain, but it was said to be a natural hot spring, but in fact it was boiled in a boiler, and it was different from this natural spring. I had palpitations, and I inquired about the source of the spring water, and found that it was all right, so I closed my eyes with peace of mind and tried to calm my mind in the water, and breathe slowly.

However, the so-called practice, must be a combination of work and rest, and walking, quick success is not advisable, I probably tried it, and found that it did not have much effect, so I simply relaxed my mind, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

So hazy, I don't know how long it took to say, I suddenly felt the water in the hot spring pool rise suddenly, almost overflowing to my mouth and nose, I couldn't help but wake up, opened my eyes, raised my head, and saw that there was a tall and fat, big shoulders and round waist super fat man opposite me, this gentleman's head was round, fat, overweight, finally sat down in the hot spring pool, saw me open my eyes, and greeted me very politely.

I didn't understand Japanese, but there was a responsible interpreter next to me: "This fat man is introducing himself, saying that his name is Kuroda Shoryu, and he is a sumo wrestler at the level of the Great Seki. ”

Sumo wrestlers, huh? I looked at this big fat man, and saw that his body size was not three or four hundred pounds, and the person was in the shape of a pagoda, and the fat meat had become folds, a pile of heaps, oily, it was simply a mountain of meat. When others greeted us, I didn't refuse to say hello from thousands of miles away, and the tiger cat helped translate.

Although he looked fat and strong, and fierce, he had a very gentle temperament, and when he learned that I was not Japanese, but from China, he did not show hostility or indifference, but talked to me with great interest about Chinese food, and told me that he was particularly fond of eating Goubuli buns and twist flowers from Tianjin, as well as spicy hot pot from Xichuan.

We didn't speak the same language, and all the conversations were translated by the tiger cat, and it didn't take long for him to take an interest in this fat and intelligent parrot, perhaps because of sympathy, the two fat masters actually left me directly, and the conversation was full of enthusiasm, foaming at the mouth.

Through my conversations with sumo wrestler Kuroda, I learned that the final selection of the festival is very strict, and everyone must pray for the whole day in front of a shrine or Buddhist hall after a night of bathing, and during this time, they are not allowed to eat, only a small amount of water can be drunk to express their reverence for the gods and the heavens and the earth.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but slander for a while, what kind of bullshit awe is this, it is clear that the previous activists were not able to provide food for so many people, and then saved it together.

This big fat man chatted warmly with the tiger cat, and I had some relationship with him, the Daguan level is a star in the sumo world, but Kuroda Sholong is not very arrogant, he feels like a Hong Kong actor fat cat is as amiable as before, and he is willing to say more things, so we have heard a lot of news.

After about an hour or so, a man suddenly came out of the fog and stood in front of me, and I looked up and saw a slightly familiar and stereotypical face.

The man saw me soaking in the hot spring bath, and snorted coldly, "I didn't expect you to really get in." Do you think you'll be able to take Miss Yaya away? ”

When I heard this strange voice, I remembered, isn't this the first master of the new generation known as the "Yamato New Star", the famous Miyamoto of Akamatsu Miyamoto? Thinking of the Iga ninja who came to assassinate last night, I didn't even bother to get up, glanced at what this guy was wilting, touched his nose and said, "Uh, no wonder Yaya has repeatedly rejected you, it turns out that it's really not an ordinary small......"

The budgie cat also translated this to the big fat man, and the guy was amused, and laughed beside him, and the fat of his body trembled, rolling like a wave. Miyamoto was so angry by my words that hurt the dignity of men that he was powerless to refute, so he held back his internal injuries, pointed to my nose and said, "You have a kind of say it again!" ”

I sneered, stood up directly, shook the splash, held my head high, directly met his angry eyes, and said word by word: "I said, you're just a fucking softass, sneaking around behind your back all day, isn't it interesting?" What kind of ability do you have, take it out and show it, we'll see tomorrow! ”

I have seen a lot of bloody storms in the past few years, and there are countless fierce spirits buried in my demon witch hands, naturally there is a fierce aura, Miyamoto glanced left and right, swallowed his saliva, and said in a cold voice: "You wait!" After saying this, he left in a hurry, causing me and the big fat man opposite to laugh again.

When Miyaya Chicken Dick leaves, Kuroda recognizes him and asks if there is a feud between us?

I didn't say much, I smiled and said that there were more love enemies, and the big fat man laughed and said that we are not all love enemies? Ha Luha, but his father, Akamatsu Sekihaku, is in the Kaibizu Shrine, but it's in Okayama Prefecture, so you have to be careful.

I was so hungry that I was so hungry that I drank a cup of goat's milk and had nothing else to eat. At night, we changed into yukata robes, divided into several batches, and rushed to the makeshift wooden halls, where we distributed straw futons, and then knelt down and prayed.

The statue in the middle is a native Japanese god, which I don't know and don't have much reverence, so I don't bother to kneel down, so I lean next to the snoring sumo man, quietly pranayama and recuperate.

After a day and a night, at eight o'clock in the evening of the next day, someone came over and handed us a ten-meter-long crotch cloth and said that we were going to get ready to start.