This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Chapter 522 .(Would you like to have an extra in the

still have a chance!

As the daughter of a birthplace, Mu Chi Yingzhong was able to communicate with Huangquan and open the door to Huangquan.

As long as you open the gate of Huangquan, you can go to Huangquan and bring Beichuan Temple back.

All this can be restored!

Mu Chi Yingyuzuka took Asamiya Eternal Life and God Resident Makie swiftly forward, and didn’t care about what he saw along the way.

They were so fast that they soon came to the wooden path in front of the torii gate of the sky.

but–

“how so?!”

Mou Chi Yingzhong knelt down directly looking at the scarlet calamity gathered in front of him.

In front of them, there is a lot of misfortune that is so strong that it can’t be dissipated.

These misfortunes gush out from the Great Spirit Lake, and at the same time cover all the wood roads.

There was a hint of deep black in these rednesses, and as long as it was contaminated, it would take huge benevolent thoughts to get rid of it.

No… there is no way to get into it.

Not only Mu Chi Hotaru Mound, but also Asamiya Eternal Life and God Makie standing behind him think so.

If you can’t touch the torii gate of the sky, it is naturally impossible to open the gate of Huangquan.

but…

“I want to go in.” Seeing the strong misfortune in front of him, Asamiya stood up forever.

Her weak expression was replaced by firmness, and her eyes were full of firmness.

But before she started to move forward, the gods around Makie and the pitiful Nishikujo immediately grabbed her.

“Calm down. Forever! This situation won’t help even if you go in!”

“…” Asamiya forever.

Looking at the wood road completely hidden in the misfortune, Ma Gong was silent forever.

What should we do now…what should we do…?

The disaster in front of us formed a moat, a completely isolated wooden road.

“And the worst thing is that even if the Lord God enters the Huangquan, he may not be able to find the Zhu Saki formation, because there is only a bottle of empty blood, there is no guiding him at all.”

Mu Chi Yingzhong stared solemnly at the wooden road surrounded by misfortune.

In other words, this time Beichuan Temple entered the yellow spring, not only might not be able to do anything, but also his own life.

“…But if you don’t go…there really is no chance at all.”

Mu Chi Yingzhong shook his head.

This dense misfortune must have just gathered.

It was because Beichuan Temple was aware of this that he hurry up and walked in the direction of the torii of the sky without looking back.

He knew that if he continued to procrastinate, he might not even have this time.

Thinking of this, Mu Chi Yingzhong unconsciously pulled his cuffs away, wanting to glance at the Zhu Zhiyin on his body.

then–

“Gone?!”

Mu Chi Yingzuka’s surprised voice sounded, and at the same time it attracted Asamiya Eternal Life and Nishikujo’s pathetic voice.

“What’s missing?”

They floated over in a hurry, and then they saw that the Zhu Zhiyin on Mou Chi Yingzhong’s wrist had completely disappeared.

The scarlet mark that had covered her white wrist like a tattoo had completely disappeared.

“This…” Mu Chi Yingzhong raised his head inconceivably.

In front of her was the misfortune that was too strong to disperse.

A faint black calamity exudes from the scarlet, which makes people feel shocked at the first glance.

“he made it…”

Mu Chi Yingzhong sat down on the ground, ignoring that his palm was still leaking blood.

Beichuan Temple did it.

Under the extreme conditions that can be said to be extremely bad… the Zhu Saki array has been destroyed about Zhu Zhiyin.

“It’s simply impossible… but he did it.”

Mu Chi Yingzong returned to his senses in a trance.

“Did it…this sentence means…has Sijun succeeded?”

Asamiya Yongshi held his palm tightly and asked.

“Yes.” Mu Chi Yingzuka stood up, but his expression was still strange: “But it’s strange…clearly there is no empty blood to guide him, how did he find Zhu Saki’s formation? Directional.”

Yeah…How can you find Zhu Saki’s formation if there is no guidance?

This is simply impossible.

“Maybe it’s just Beichuan who is lucky, or is he intuitive?”

Kamizumi Maki looked worriedly at the misfortune surging in front of him, and whispered.

“…It’s not that luck can explain it clearly.”

Mu Chi Yingzhong shook his head slightly:

“No one knows how vast the Huangquan area is, and no one has measured it… In fact, it is a field where it is difficult for a living person to survive. To be honest, even if the Lord God has three empty blood, I I don’t think he can reach the position of Zhu Saki’s array smoothly by himself.”

But he did it.

“This can no longer be explained by luck. If you have to describe it…it can only be explained by a miracle.”

Not bad.

It can only be described as a miracle.

Kitagawa Mikado…

I finally understand why the sacrifice ceremony chose you.

If it’s not you…

Mou Chi Yingzhong’s heart trembled.

“I hope that the Beichuan Royal God can live well in the hidden world.”

She stretched out her hand like a sigh, praying.

Sorry, I can’t do anything for you, Kitagawa Mikado.

What I can do for you… only hope you can die soon…

then–

“what are you saying?”

A cold voice came from the wooden road that was haunted by misfortune.

The next moment, strong wind pressure came from the front.

The thick and black calamity was swept away by this terrifying wind pressure in just an instant!

“Temple!” Ma Gong stood up forever, eyes full of crystal clear colors.

“Beichuan?” Kamizumi Maki looked over in surprise, and didn’t notice that Poor Nishikujo had climbed onto her head.

Under the gaze of Mu Chi Firefly and Asamiya Yongshi, Beichuan Temple is walking from the wooden path step by step.

What lingered beside him was not lifelessness, but a deep sense of kindness.

When he walked out of the wooden road, these kind thoughts turned into fluorescence and dissipated everywhere.

“What were you talking about?” Beichuan Temple glanced at Mu Chi Yingqin curiously.

As soon as he came out of Huangquan, he heard Mu Chi Yingzong chanting words like “Beichuan Royal God” and “Death to Life” there.

Although I didn’t hear the specific content clearly, Beichuan Temple can still make up for it in general.

Isn’t this just wishing him to die?

Looking at Beichuan Temple asking questions, Mu Chi Yingzhong couldn’t help but stared wide, and spoke subconsciously:

“Master Yushen, why are you still alive?”

“???”

Beichuan Temple did not hesitate to stretch out his hand and knock on the head of Mu Chi Yingzhong.

Uh–

Mu Chi Yingzhong subconsciously covered his head, his face full of consternation.

Now it seems that Beichuan Temple is not only dead, but it seems to be even more powerful.

She didn’t even see Beichuan Temple’s move just now.

“Temple…”

Asakiya stared at Beichuan Temple with crystal clear eyes forever, she couldn’t help but whispered.

Until now… she was still a little uneasy, for fear that Beichuan Temple would disappear directly in front of her.

“Yeah.” Beichuan Temple looked at Ma Gong Yongshi and nodded, and added as if to relieve her:

“I am back.”

Yes it is.

He is back.

From the yellow spring.

…….

In fact, the separation of Beichuan Temple from the Yellow Spring was not so difficult and dangerous.

“When I used the last bottle of emptiness, I actually didn’t have much hope of returning to this world.”

As Beichuan Temple walked, he said: “The only blood of emptiness has been used, and there are resentful spirits in the yellow spring. Even I am a little tired of coping.”

But then… something exists in Huangquan and helped him.

“What helped you? Huang Quanzhong?”

Mu Chi Yingzuka frowned, and said that he did not understand what Beichuan Temple had said.

The Yellow Spring is a place where filthy things gather…how can there be something to help the living?

While Mu Chi Yingzuka was thinking about it, Beichuan Temple went on to explain it again:

“The thing that helped me…or’Shanling’, Miss Mou Chi, you should be familiar with it.”

“I should be familiar…?”

Mu Chi Yingzhong repeated this sentence in confusion, and then she reacted:

“Could it be them?”

“Yes, they are.”

Beichuan Temple nodded affirming her guess.

“…”

Seeing these two people speak like a riddle, the gods in Makie and Asamiya Eternally are already full of doubts.

“What are you talking about? Speak clearly, don’t just say half of it.”

Finally, the impatient Kamizumi Maki couldn’t bear it anymore, she asked simply.

“It’s the good spirit of the witch of Mu Chi in the past.”

Beichuan Temple gave an unexpected but unexpected explanation.

“Mu Chi’s good spirits are accumulated in the yellow spring, and have been conveyed for thousands of years…Mu Chi’s good spirits for generations.”

With the accumulation of generations, every Much Maiden has devoted all of their lives to stabilize the balance between this world and the hidden world.

“But… how did the witch Mou Chi feel you?”

Kamizumi Maki pondered and asked the question.

Regarding the question of God in Makie, Beichuan Temple just looked at her sideways, and then said:

“The Royal God Spirit Pendant.”

That’s right, as a family treasure handed down by the Mu Chi family from generation to generation, the witches of Mu Chi naturally felt it.

They discovered Beichuan Temple and led the way to the location of Zhu Saki’s array.

Final Results.

Beichuan Temple destroyed the Zhu Zhiyin part of Zhu Saki’s formation, and they helped to send Huangquan out.

This is why Beichuan Temple has returned to this world.

“So the people who really want to thank should be the Miko, not me.”

Beichuan Temple looked at the wooden road and the torii that were gradually shrouded in filthy disasters behind him.

Behind that, the witch Mou Chi will always exist.

No one knows their mood in the yellow spring.

And their memories…all inherited by Beichuan Temple, and they continue to be…passed on.

“Anyway, everything is over.”

Beichuan Temple looked at the blue sky and said softly.

Whether it was to him… or to the original owner of Beichuan Temple who rushed up at the last moment and was willing to turn his spirit body into death to strengthen himself… it was over.

Beichuan Temple opened his palm, and the other party’s voice rang in his ears.

“If you die in a place like this, no one will take care of Eri and her mother. Remember, after I finish, you must leave Huangquan! You must leave Huangquan!”

Beichuan Temple closed his palms.

Yup…

If he died in Huangquan.

Miku Kamiya, Eri Kitagawa, and Rin Kitagawa…Asamiya Eternal Life, Kamiya Makie, Poor Nishikujo…There are many others…

Beichuan Temple did not continue to think about it.

He glanced at the bottom of his hand.

When he left Huangquan, he also received the last gift from the witches of Mou Chi.

That was the soul fire he had always wanted.

In this way… Mihana Nakajima will have no problem.

Beichuan Temple looked at Ma Gong Yongshi and the others, then looked at Mu Chi Yingqin, and asked:

“What do you plan to do next?”

Beichuan Temple is asking them what they want to do in the next three years.

Yes it is.

Now Zhu Saki’s formation has slowly begun to collapse, and the probability of the occurrence of spiritual and weird events will gradually increase.

In this situation, what do they plan to do?

“I will continue to follow Si Jun.”

Asamiya Eternally did not think about it, and answered simply.

“This is something I promised to Temple…so I won’t escape.”

She fell to the ground and bowed heavily to Beichuan Temple: “Little girls are not talented, please take care of them.”

Seeing his sister’s performance, God Zhu Maki also floated over.

She stared at the expressionless face of Beichuan Temple, and turned her head flushed for a long time: “Me… Me too! I will still ask Beichuan you to take care of you! But before that…”

“Then, that…sitch… thing…”

God Zhu Maki flushed with a guilty conscience.

“I will buy it for you.”

The voice of Beichuan Temple rang.

“really?!”

Kamizumi Makie showed an expression of overjoyed joy.

But soon she knew that this was a bit undesirable, so she twisted her head uncomfortably after a dry cough.

As for the pitiful Nishikujo?

She had already clattered onto the shoulders of Beichuan Temple, sucking the face of Beichuan Temple tightly with her hands, as if she would not let go.

She seems to want to say, ‘you don’t want to get rid of me in your life’.

Beichuan Temple poked Nishikujo’s poor face lightly, and his eyes turned to Mu Chi Yingzhong’s face.

“I plan to go to Mou Chi to split up.”

Mu Chi Yingzhong answered Beichuan Temple’s question without hesitation.

“Mou Chi’s family still left a lot of problems, many of the classics and expelling methods about the Mou Chi’s family…These must be recorded by me. The accumulation of the Mu Chi’s generations cannot be completely overturned in this way.”

“is it.”

Beichuan Temple nodded and acknowledged Mu Chi’s ideas.

“Speaking of so many people’s thoughts… it’s time to talk about Beichuan your thoughts? It’s just too cunning to hear us.

Kamizumi Makie looked over.

“my thoughts…”

Beichuan Temple stopped and looked at the scenery in front of him.

The mountain cherry of the Thousand Sakura Forest seems to have bloomed because of the relationship between the present and the hidden world.

The pale pink petals are mixed with a hint of bright red, just like a girl’s blush.

At the end of this tedious line, there is a girl with long hair clenched in both hands and placed tightly on her chest.

The sun was shining from above.

The lining is dyed with beautiful scenery.

How long has it been since I got to know the future of Kamiya?

Looking at each other’s long hair fluttering in the wind.

Beichuan Temple was a little dazed.

The impression of Kamiya in the future is short hair at the beginning.

In the back is short and medium hair…and then medium and long hair…

‘Because boys like long hair, don’t they? ’

This is what Kamiya Miku once said.

And now…

“Temple!”

A crisp voice sounded.

Kamiya Miku hugged Beichuan Temple tightly.

that moment–

Cherry blossoms are scattered all over the Tianshan Mountains.

The spring scenery is full of embrace.

Yup…

Feel the body temperature of Kamiya in the future.

Beichuan Temple couldn’t help raising his head.

Blue sky…white clouds…

Everything looks so warm.

Even this weird, absurd, and everyday life with strange things from time to time… seems so warm.

This Japanese-style story.

Not too cold.