A light lit up from the darkness. Kazuku Junko's long black eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings slowly opened. What caught her eyes was the dim roof with a Japanese style. Kazuku Junko's clear pupils shrank slightly, a little scared and a little surprised. She slowly raised her hands, looked at the delicate and beautiful ten fingers, the white and tender arms, and the slender and soft legs.

Xiangchu Junzi's heart was cocoa. She suddenly realized it like a dream and remembered the darkest memory. Her hands and feet were cut off under the snow-like knife light. What followed was severe pain. The four broken holes were sealed with glue, and her tongue was cut off. She could only lie quietly in the pain like the tide and gradually died in numbness.

She heard howling and crying, she heard the roar of sorrow, she heard the sound of death, she could not do anything, she saw the fire rising into the sky, saw the bright red and dangerous flames burning the room, but she still couldn't do anything, and could only wait to die in silence. That was the fear of death, but Junko Kazuku had nothing to fear.

If you die, you will die.

Later, there was boundless darkness. Junko Kasuku didn't expect that she could survive. Her broken hands, feet and tongue were as intact as before, as if the pain, sorrow, and despair were all dreams, but she knew that those were real.

With a creaking sound, a hazy light was pushed open with the door, and a person slowly walked in. Xiangchu Junko blinked her eyes and looked at Yun Luo who was smiling calmly. Some scattered memories emerged. It was the blue mysterious ape mask, it was the warm embrace, it was a bright red squeak.

Did he save himself?

When Junko Kasumi thought about this, she was weak and unable to get up. She wanted Yingying to bow down, just like the teacher Meiren taught, she could not do it.

"It's okay, don't worry, you're still alive, that's great." Yun Luo said lightly, saving Xiang Chu Junko casually was very casual for Yun Luo. If Xiang Chu Junko was harmful to him, he wouldn't mind killing him casually.

Yun Luo looked at Xiang Chu Junko's eyes with a gentle smile. The red mouse Tangtang lazily lay on Yun Luo's right shoulder, blinking his sapphire eyes, and looking at Xiang Chu Junko with a dripping smile.

Kazuku Junko said thank you softly, but the Japanese spoken was indefinitely verified. She could not control the newly born Kazuku tongue, but she could also hear the clear voice and charming. Yun Luo smiled slightly, and Kazuku Junko lost consciousness and fell asleep.

...

Yun Luo was surprised at Kyoto for the first time when he heard the cuckoos cry. It was not under the trees, and Kyoto was not as shaded by green trees.

The first signing party in Tokyo was also a fan meeting for Siren. It was very successful. Yun Luo shook hands and signed books in one day. It was Yun Luo who was paying attention to not letting himself be too extraordinary, but such achievements also surprised and amazed Kiyomizu Tanaka.

Xiang Chu Junzi followed Yun Luo beautifully and elegantly. The red mouse Tangtang lay cutely on the girl Xiang's shoulders. Yun Luo intentionally or unintentionally asked Tangtang to follow Xiang Chu Junzi all the time, and also had the intention of letting the red mouse stare at Xiang Chu Junzi. If Xiang Chu Junzi did something that should not have happened, then Tangtang would let Xiang Chu Junzi know the cruelty of the fourth-level beast.

On the other side of Qingshui Tianaka, Junko Kasumi appeared as Yunluo's tour guide. Yunluo did not introduce it in detail to Qingshui Tianaka. Qingshui Tianaka didn't ask if he was very sensible. However, in Qingshui Tianaka's eyes, he probably regarded Junko Kasumi as a girl who helped to communicate. Who made Junko Kasumi as pure and charming like a little fox?

People who come out of the train station will not be disappointed at first sight. In front of them are modern streets and modern bus stations. They wear modern pedestrians, and there is no trace of ancient meaning. Standing in front of the traffic lights, waiting to cross the road. When the green lights are on, birds cries are heard from the sidewalk, which is very crisp.

...The people of Kyoto really thought that the green light was the sound of birds singing. There were more than one traffic light, from Nishihonganji Temple to Nijo Castle, crossing the road, and listening to the sound of birds singing along the way. There were two types, one didn’t recognize: chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping, like a little bird drinking and pecking, and shouting happily when he looked up. The other was very familiar, cuckoo, cuckoo, and cuckoo.

Yunluo felt like he was back to spring and standing on the field. Compared to the slightly crowded Kyoto Station, the north and south roads in the west of the city were wide and empty, and the east and west alleys were quiet and deep. The low wooden lattice doors and paper windows gradually revealed the Kyoto-style style as the ancient capital. Kazuku Junko followed Yunluo quietly, without saying anything, but just smiled softly occasionally.

The beauty of Japanese gardens is appreciated by clouds starting from a tile.

The gardens in Kyoto are scattered in different directions. Temples and historical and famous mansions are all famous for their beauty of garden landscapes. From the map, Nishihonganji Temple is closest, so Yunluo named Nishihonganji as the first place to visit, and a little further north is Nijo Castle. Kazuku Junko naturally took Yunluo's arm, and Yunluo followed her. For the time being, Yunluo hasn't figured out how to deal with her.

Beauty and me are just clouds.

Junko Kasuku, who didn't know that the big star Siren, a mysterious and powerful man, was still thinking about her life and death. Junko Kasuku, from her birth to growing up, was controlled by a large family and was trained to serve those big people, without an ID card, no household registration, nothing, just like duckweed.

The Japanese-style temple gives Yun Luo a very light look at the first glance. The gray roof, dark almost black column support or wooden strip inlays, light yellow or white walls, and old-colored wooden lattice windows are all simple, but simple and clean, as if rain has been washed countless times, and the dust is spotlessly clean.

When you look closely at the second time, there is a regular arrangement in this plain and light color, which is expressed through lines. The lines of the roof edges and the lines of the pane are sparse and orderly, and you can't tell where it is. Just look up and there is a harmonious sense of rhythm.

Old trees and black crows are the impressions of the third eye.

The ancient temple can not only be judged by the falling murals, but the old trees in the courtyard are also silent witnesses. On the old trees in Nishihongan Temple, there are also crows with black fur. Although the crows are not very pleasant, they are very compatible with the empty courtyard. It is like the crows flying through the air, extending the loneliness of the empty courtyard into the sky.

There is no winding path here, and the flowers and trees in the Zen room are deep. Apart from the old trees, some Japanese pine plants are sparsely planted here, and the vigorous green is not as bright as the flowers and trees. Only a pink crape myrtle tree is in the flower season, like an old monk standing in front of a small flower girl.

It seems that Japanese temples are really places for meditation. Even the colors are single, unlike the temples in Thailand and China that use large areas of heavy colors to give you visual impact, and even the Buddha statues are covered with gold all over the body. The Buddha statues here are not sitting high in conspicuous places, but hidden in the shrine. When you look inside from outside the door, it is not very clear in the darkness.

This reminded Yun Luo of the mystery of Tibetan Buddhism. The believers also sat on the ground, quiet and speechless. There was also a Hindu family in Bali. In addition to the statue of the gods, there was a door added to the year when they opened it. It took a special day to open it. There was a kind of secret smell that Yun Luo knew in his heart.

Maybe this is what the gods and Buddhas are at ease, and Mobike is just an incarnation.

This also reminds Yunluo Japan is an island country, and the culture of the island country always has its own secrets. Even if the modern Japanese economy is developed, it still retains a kind of mysticism in the subtleties to let you understand, but it can also be plausible.

In fact, about Nishibetoji Temple, Yun Luo Ben was unintentionally sitting down and listening to the abbot wearing a black and white shirts who could not understand the scriptures to the church members, and he could not understand a single word. Yun Luo realized that it was not Buddhist rituals or morality, but the beauty of the garden began with the trickle in front of the house. Since Xiang Chu Junko had not yet become familiar with her newly grown fragrant tongue, she still had the sound of her voice and liked to remain silent.

...The clouds looked for the sound of water and walked to a place where the water flowed. This was not a natural stream, but the water that was brought from somewhere in one place, dripping from a high place. On the side of the dripping ground were placed blue-gray tiles, creating the sound of raindrops. It was a wonderful thought of the magic. Xiangchu Junzi held Yun Luo's hand beautifully, with his fingers interlocking, and his plain hands were white, warm and soft, as if boneless.

The sound of dripping and trickling makes people quiet and leisurely.

Here are the simplicity of Han Yuefu, the artistic conception of Tang poetry, and the underlying rhyme of Song poetry. The jump of water that jumps to the tiles, and the lively tunes of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. No wonder the Japanese are very white, Matsuoba haiku, ancient pond, and the sound of frogs jumping into the water.

A plop sound of water seemed to break the tranquility moment. After returning to silence, the sound of water increased the sense of tranquility. It seemed unreasonable, but it tasted very interesting to think about it carefully. Isn’t this the Zen beauty of Japanese gardens that people call? There is no ancient pond here, and before the courtyard of Nishihonganji Temple, there are only old trees, crows, and green tiles, and the sound of rain jumping and falling.

From Yinkaku Temple to Kiyomizu Temple, the whole way is to visit the resort. If the scenery in the west is as solemn, solemn and simple as the mountains in the north, the scenery in the east is as soft as the south of the beautiful woman, which is more gentle and charming.

Yunluo led Xiangchu Junko and stood in front of Zhien Courtyard. The sun was bright and bright, and it seemed to be separated from the coldness of Nijo Castle. Upon the stone steps, two tourists were sitting leisurely under the doorpost in front of the mountain gate, standing in the shadow of the porch. The wind blew over, and it was cold and carrying the fragrance of leaves. Unfortunately, the main hall of Zhien Courtyard seemed to be under maintenance, and it was good to stroll around the courtyard.

There is a red pavilion on the left hand of the uphill. This red is mixed with orange tones, which is more pretty than the red, and is particularly contrasted with white. It is surprising that such a girlish pavilion suddenly appears in the courtyard where the Japanese style is mainly cool.

There are many Buddhist sects. Zhienyuan belongs to the Pure Land Sect. He believes that life is originally painful and hopes to be reborn in the world. It is the largest temple in Kyoto, and there is a huge bell that more than a dozen people can ring together. Yun Luo originally came to see the garden, so he didn't feel regretful when he didn't hear the bell ringing. As for this red pavilion, Yun Luo was puzzled.
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