Chapter 709 Donor, You and My Buddha Have a Connection

Window seat in Snow King Ice City.

After Mao Lilan decided to go to Kyoto with her best friend and Fujino, a good friend who lived across the street, she started planning the travel guide like an excited little girl before going out: "Fujino-senpai, are you in Kyoto?" What fun places do you recommend?”

"I remember, didn't you go to Kyoto last time? It seems that you came to attend a wedding and didn't go shopping around?"

"Don't mention it, Fujino-senpai..."

Xiaolan couldn't help sighing after hearing this, holding her chin up, her face gradually turned from sunny to gloomy: "Dad, that guy got drunk and made a fool of himself at the wedding, which made me have to take care of him in the hotel, even the hotel where the wedding was held He came back without ever stepping out of the door.”

Fujino laughed sarcastically, thinking that he was worthy of being a Maori brother. He then thought about it and said: "There is actually not much fun in Kyoto. The recommended places are probably Kiyomizu Temple and so on. To be honest, all the twists and turns are some ancient-looking places. The streets of the time were like a maze, and you would get lost if you couldn’t navigate properly.”

"Really?"

The two girls spoke at the same time.

It's just that Xiaolan was thinking about whether she, as a road-crazy person, would get lost.

The eldest lady Sonoko was thinking about why Fujino was so familiar with Kyoto.

"Then there is still a holiday?"

Fujino felt helpless: "I saw this when Momiji and I visited Kyoto not long ago during the summer vacation. If you don't go there well, you will go in the wrong direction. The urban planning is the same as the decorations, especially the protected areas near scenic spots."

Yuanzi looked at him, her face changed slightly, her thin eyebrows raised slightly, feeling something was wrong: "Did you go to Kyoto with that young lady during the summer vacation?"

Fujino nodded: "Yes, she lives in Kyoto."

Sonoko looked at him and blinked, feeling that this was reasonable. She lowered her eyes and felt that something was wrong: "Fujino-senpai, why did you go to Kyoto with her?"

"..." Xiaolan glanced at her best friend and suddenly realized that she seemed to have forgotten to mention this!

As Yulan, Mao Lilan's memory is not very good, and she often forgets important things in a daze.

She actually didn't pay much attention to this matter.

After all, Sonoko seemed to have given up on attacking Fujino during her last trip to Izu.

However, in order to prevent the harmonious friendship from capsizing, she quickly changed the topic and said: "It's a matter of entrustment. Miss Hongye was worried about safety when traveling to Ryukyu, so she entrusted Fujino-senpai to her. Later, she met us who were going to Ryukyu to film a program. We also encountered a case! ”

Yuanzi glanced at his best friend suspiciously, always feeling that this commission was a bit unfair - who commissioned her to go on a trip together?

…………

After some discussion, we decided to go to Kyoto tomorrow.

Xiaolan and Yuanzi came out of Snow King Ice City and planned to go back to their homes to prepare their luggage for tomorrow's departure.

Sonoko followed Xiaolan, thoughtfully, and suddenly asked her: "Hey, Lan, how far are you talking about that senior Fujino from Kyoto?"

"Eh?"

Xiaolan was surprised. It was obvious that she was asked this question by her best friend, and she seemed a little hesitant: "This... I'm actually not sure."

"Is that so?" Yuanzi nodded when he heard this, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"That garden..."

Xiaolan couldn't help but ask: "Have you not given up on Fujino-senpai yet?"

"Well……"

Sonoko shyly said, "Of course, how could I give up."

"But, Sonoko, this is not the way to go!"

Xiaolan whispered: "Senior, he doesn't seem to have any interest in you. He seems to just regard you as a friend."

After a pause, she hesitated and said: "And what if, what if Miss Hongye and senior have already dated..."

"Of course I know."

Yuanzi lowered his head and murmured: "My childhood sweetheart suddenly appeared and made a promise when I was young. I just can't accept it. It was obviously me first..."

Xiaolan looked at her good best friend who was usually a carefree girl and had now turned into a resentful girl, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

I know my best friends best. I usually fall in love with one I see and can't walk when I see a handsome guy.

But now after such a long time, I am still thinking about someone...

Helpless, she could only pat Sonoko on the shoulder and chuckled: "Well, Sonoko, I'm just saying it in case, maybe they are just entrusting... In short, you still have a chance, let's take a good look when we go to Kyoto tomorrow. It’s not too late.”

Yuanzi was depressed for a while. After being encouraged by Xiaolan, his optimistic nature swept away the gloom and became energetic: "Well, Xiaolan, you are right... I still have a chance!"

Xiaolan looked at her energetic best friend and opened her mouth, but in the end no words came out.

To be honest, seeing her best friend depressed, she always felt uncomfortable...

Now I feel less uncomfortable.

But a feeling of guilt, as if he had done something bad, came to his mind.

Life is not easy, Xiaolan sighed.

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The next day, the exit of JR Kyoto Station.

"Sure enough, Kyoto is the spiritual hometown of our neon people!"

Suzuki Sonoko had her hair loose, wearing a burgundy shirt, a pink suit jacket, a pale white knee-length suit skirt, and carrying a travel bag. She looked at the Kyoto Tower not far away and sighed with spirit.

On second thought, she suggested to Fujino, who was wearing a black suit and a windbreaker next to her: "Fujino-senpai, you should be very familiar with Kyoto, so please take us to visit the interesting places here!"

"Hey!"

Brother Maori on the side reminded: "You came here this time because of my commission. Why do you want to have fun as soon as you come here?"

Xiaolan was wearing a dark blue coat and long skirt suit with a light pink sweater underneath. She followed behind and smiled at Yuanzi: "Yes, I came here mainly because of my father's commission. I will go after the commission is over." Let’s take a look around.”

"Well, I have no objection."

Fujino responded: "Where are you two?"

"I don't."

Haiyuan Ai had an iris hairpin hanging from the end of her hair. She was wearing a gray feathered fabric and a white T-shirt underneath. Her pink and purple dress was slightly swaying as she followed behind with small steps.

"I do not have either."

Conan hugged the back of his head and responded leisurely, then looked at Haibara Ai next to him in a low voice: "By the way, why did you follow me here? Let me tell you, you must be worried that Fujino will be raped by that eldest lady. Kidnapped?"

"Why can't I come over?"

Haiyuan Ai glanced at Conan: "Speaking of which, who begged his sister Xiaolan to bring him here?"

"Ahem, it must not be me!"

Conan coughed awkwardly, as if remembering something, and asked Mouri Kogoro: "But uncle, who is entrusting you this time?"

"It's a temple called Sannoji Temple."

Mouri Kogoro folded his hands on his chest and said: "As for what the commission is, I don't know, but please don't mess with me for a while!"

"yes!"

Everyone responded. They had already verbally agreed to Mouri Kogoro's command, but in fact, it went in with one ear and out with the other.

When I came to Kyoto, since I took the high-speed train and didn't drive, it was quite a hassle to get to Sannoji Temple from the station, so I probably had to take a taxi.

Just when Mouri Kogoro was about to find a taxi, with a pleasant engine sound, an extended car with a silver figure standing on the front stopped in front of everyone at the station.

Ooka Momiji opened the car door, the hem of the light blue suspender skirt she wore swaying slightly, and said hello to everyone: "Everyone, thank you for your hard work coming all the way."

"Miss Hongye?"

Xiaolan looked at her carefully and was surprised, while Yuanzi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why are you here?"

Hongye walked slowly and smiled at everyone: "After all, it is rare for you to come to Kyoto, so I have to fulfill my friendship as a landlord."

"No no no!"

Yuanzi shook his head slightly: "I mean, how did you know we would come..."

Ooka Momiji glanced in the direction of Fujino: "Because Fujino sent me a message yesterday, saying that he was coming to Kyoto today."

"...?"

Everyone looked weird and looked at Fujino who was standing aside.

Fujino felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he changed the subject and said, "Speaking of Hongye, have you ever heard of a temple called Sannoji Temple?"

"Sannoji Temple?"

Fujino explained: "Brother Maori has a commission from Sannou Temple this time. This is why we came here for this matter."

"I have heard about this temple. Iori should know the address."

"Then please send us there."

…………

Taking Hongye's car, everyone came to the Sanno Temple that Brother Maori mentioned.

Sannoji Temple is located in the city of Kyoto, surrounded by some apartment-like buildings, and the retro Sannoji Temple is hidden among them.

The door of the temple is made of retro wood, with a sign of "Sannoji Temple" hanging on it. Looking inside from the door, a stone brick road leads directly to the Japanese temple building directly in front.

Fujino got out of the car and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

To be honest, he had felt that the atmosphere had not been very good since he got in the car.

With his keen senses, he always felt vaguely like there was a flash of lightning and an unusually depressing feeling pressing down on him.

On the stone road in front of the temple entrance, several figures of different shapes gathered together, discussing something unknown.

Everyone entered the temple and walked all the way.

A round-faced man with short haircut, thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing a black and gray cassock, noticed everyone, and immediately walked quickly to Kogoro Mori, and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Mori, it's really troublesome for you to come all the way. "

"I am Long Yuan who contacted you before!"

The monk named Ryuumao shook Mouri Kogoro's hand, then on second thought, introduced the other people.

The old man, who looked kind-hearted and had squinted eyes, was named Yuan Hai, and he was the abbot of this temple.

The one with a fat face, glasses, purple suit and dark skin is the antique art dealer Sakura Shozo.

The handsome-looking man over there, wearing a kimono and a bit more noble status, is Mizuo Harutaro, the young master of the contemporary Noh drama Mizuo Ryuu.

As for the tall and tall figure at the end, wearing round glasses, Saijo Taiga, the manager of the used bookstore.

It is worth mentioning that these people are all friends who are learning kendo.

Fujino silently scanned the crowd, indirectly proving this point.

Although these people basically have different shapes and a large age gap, they all have relatively well-developed right forearm muscles.

This is the simplest criterion for judging whether the opponent is practicing swordsmanship.

Of course, badminton and tennis players will also have corresponding characteristics.

However, what makes Fujino feel a little strange is that among these five people, Nishijo Taiga, Sakura Masao and Yuanhai seemed surprised when they saw him just now.

Especially the old host Yuanhai, who was staring at him straight.

Fujino's scalp was numb because of being stared at, and he couldn't help asking: "Master, is there something on my face?"

"Nothing is something, something is nothing..."

The abbot Yuanhai squinted his eyes, looked at Fujino for a while, walked over slowly, and said: "My friend, who are you?"

"My name is Fujino, and I'm a detective."

Fujino frowned and glanced at the monk in front of him: "I live opposite Brother Maori, and this time I came here to visit."

"I see."

Yuanhai nodded, and called to the round-faced monk beside him: "Long Yuan, come and see this Little donor. "

"What's wrong with this donor?"

"Look carefully, use your heart to see."

Yuan Hai took two steps back, squinted his eyes and opened them slightly: "Did you see the Buddha's light behind him?"

"Yes, it's such a dazzling Buddha's light!"

The monk named Long Yuan immediately put his hands together and murmured the Buddhist scriptures: "Namo Amitabha..."

The abbot Yuan Hai couldn't help but sighed: "This donor is a person with great wisdom."

"..."

Watching the two monks "performing" in front of him, Fujino was silent for a while, and his eyes revealed a trace of innocent confusion.

Great wisdom, so what is this wisdom?

Is the root a proper root?

Why do I feel that the wisdom you are talking about is a bit unproper?

Is this a monk?

Yuan Hai didn't know what Fujino was thinking. He took out a string of prayer beads from his pocket and kept turning them with one hand. He held the other hand across his chest, bowed slightly and invited: "This donor, I think you have a connection with my Buddha. How about becoming a monk in my Shanneng Temple?"

"Become a monk?"

Fujino looked at the old monk in front of him, and his eyebrows couldn't help but twitched. No wonder this guy just talked about Buddha's light and great wisdom. It turned out that he was waiting for him here?

Let's not talk about whether this root is serious or not. The key is that this old bald donkey wants to drag him down!

Is the current Buddhism so careless?

Why do people always ask people to become monks?

What kind of operation is this?

"Huh?!!"

After a short silence, everyone looked at the scene in front of them and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

Sonoko also let out a surprised cry, and after she recovered, she couldn't help but ask weakly: "What does it mean to become a monk?"

Everyone: "..."

Why are you talking nonsense if you don't know what it means?

Huiyuan Ai looked strange for a moment, touched the hairpin at the end of her hair to calm down, and explained: "It means to become a monk. The abbot wants to invite Fujino to become a monk."