After weighing his vocabulary with Ma, he asked the temple, "aren''t you familiar with sacrifices and tributes? What tribute should be prepared to worship the shrine in hot spring street? "


    Yuzao said with a smile, "I''m not familiar with all the shrines. After all, people''s memory has limits. There are so many Japanese shrines that I don''t know. To be on the safe side, it must be right to prepare to receive the money. "


    He Ma: "how vulgar it is to talk about money..."


    "Although the shrine is dedicated to gods, in the final analysis, it is operated by people. Receiving money will help the operation of the shrine and the existence of the worshipped will give some face."


    When the voice of Yu algae is falling, the United States and Canada make complaints about it: "suddenly, God feels good. If the shrine can''t be operated without people, will the gods come out to work to subsidize the shrine? "


    Ms. PuDao seemed to be amused by meijiazi''s wonderful ideas and tried to resist a smile.


    Yuzao said seriously, "No. No one worships the shrine, the gods will die, leaving only the ruins that have lost their blessing. "


    He ma frowned slightly: "human faith is actually the cornerstone of maintaining the existence of gods? In modern society, with human belief in other things, will new gods be born? For example, will money worship give birth to a new God? "


    Yuzao tilted her head and thought, "well... I don''t know. I''ve never seen it before... I mean, I''ve never heard of your point of view."


    What she wanted to say was "never seen the birth of a new God before", but she changed her words temporarily considering the presence of meijiazi and MS. PuDao.


    If people''s faith can really give birth to new gods, I''m afraid a new god named Mr. Sai has long been born.


    And Ma looked at Ms. PuDao. The lady had begun to feel that the chat content was a little strange, so he changed the topic: "what time does the shrine open?"


    "In theory, the shrine can worship in 24 hours." Ms. PuDao smiled, "but if you ask to sign or buy amulets and draw horses, you have to wait for the social office to open the door, from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day."


    And Ma looked at the watch in the lobby. It was not three o''clock in the afternoon. They had time to cross Wenquan street to see the shrine.


    "Then I''ll leave the meijiazi to you, Ms. PuDao. I''ll go to the shrine with egg - and the temple, and get some of their plaster back. Is there something to sell when you go to the social security office? "


    Ms. PuDao nodded: "yes, the social organization will sell it."


    And Ma: "OK, let''s go. Just leave the medicine box or something. Ms. PuDao should let someone take it back to your room."


    "I will." Ms. Po Dao readily agreed.


    Yuzao put the medicine box and bathing things in front of Ms. PuDao and asked, "the social Office... Is the God family operating?"


    "The God''s wife died a few years ago. Since then, the God has rarely appeared in the social office to entertain guests. Now the girls who are responsible for selling things are usually working girls."


    And horse: "does God have no son or daughter?"


    "I have a son who went to university in Tokyo and won''t come back." Ms. PuDao smiled bitterly, "even if this kind of place is stained with the light of local senior officials, young people don''t want to come back."


    And Ma keenly captured the key information: "there are also senior officials in this hot spring street? Members of Congress? "


    "It''s not a member of Congress, but a deputy minister of the Ministry of transportation, so we get tourism development here."


    In Japan, tourism is managed by the Ministry of transport, which will issue the white paper on land tourism every once in a while.


    There is a senior official who is the Vice Minister of the transportation province. No wonder this remote land has been built into such a modern hot spring street.


    There are many places with hot springs in Japan because of geography. Not every hot spring street can get national tourism development. There are many hot springs in the deep mountains of Japan.


    Ms. PuDao''s words made Ma Xinsheng wonder: "you said that the tourism development here began only after a senior official of the transportation province. What''s the matter with Ryunosuke Akutagawa?"


    "If we were a tourist resort and people came and went, do you think Akutagawa sang would still come here to write books?" Ms. PuDao asked.


    After thinking with Ma, I think it makes sense. However, he still felt that Akutagawa Ryunosuke had never been here at all. It was more likely that anecdotes were deliberately created here to put gold on his face.


    After all, I''ve seen many so-called time-honored brands boasting in my life.


    However, there was no basis for this, so he and Ma temporarily pressed the conjecture in his mind. At this time, he noticed another thing: "is the girl working in the shrine a native? It seems that not every young man has gone to Tokyo. "


    Ms. PuDao smiled: "Bozi is still young. He still goes to high school in the nearby town. He goes to the shrine to help during the summer vacation. When she finishes high school, she will probably go to Tokyo.


    "More than one person saw Bozi talking speculative with tourists from Tokyo. When the town meeting in hot spring street was held, we aunts said that it was not surprising when Bozi eloped with people from Tokyo. "


    He nodded with the horse, and then noticed meijiazi''s eyes: "what are you looking at me?"


    Meijiazi shrugged and turned to ask Ms. PuDao, "does this Bozi look good?"


    "Generally, I can''t compare with Miss Fujii." Ms. PuDao replied, with an inexplicable smile on her face.


    Meijiazi glanced at HEMA and said, "are you very disappointed with HEMA?"


    "No." To be honest with Ma, "in fact, because the average appearance value of female disciples is too high, I have no feeling for beauty. Meijiazi, just take good care of your injury. I''ll go back with egg. "


    "Go slowly ~" meijiazi waved to them and watched them leave the lobby.


    As soon as they left, Ms. PuDao asked, "you didn''t throw the garbage on the mountain, did you? For example, some rubber products. "


    Meijiazi didn''t understand why Ms. PuDao suddenly said this, but she still replied, "No. We didn''t bring that at all. "


    "Ah... Well, Miss Fujii is still careful. The cycle of young girls is not stable, and winning the bid on a problem free day is also very common."


    Meijiazi knew that Ms. PuDao was driving, and her face turned red: "no! We didn''t do that! "


    "No? It''s a little unexpected. Generally, when a man and a woman go up the mountain, they always have to do something. To this end, I also set up a basket for throwing garbage on the mountain road and tied it to the tree next to the mountain road. "


    Meijiazi: "those baskets are used for this. I thought they were made for birds. I thought how to put them in such a low place..."


    Ms. PuDao smiled and said, "Miss Fujii is more innocent than I thought. It''s good. Can you still get close to the unicorn without being kicked? "


    Meijiazi: "eh? unicorn? What ghost? "


    Ms. PuDao smiled but did not speak.


    **


    The moment he left the hotel with Ma, he actually wanted to retreat.


    Before three o''clock in the afternoon, it was the hottest time in the sun. The central air conditioner of the hotel was turned on fiercely. The heat wave coming from going out was really choking.


    The heat wave made and Ma examine again whether it was necessary to visit the shrine now.


    Maybe it''s OK to go when it''s cooler tomorrow morning?


    The chirping cicadas seem to be answering the questions of horses.


    At this time, yuzao said, "theoretically, I should know all the masters with names nearby."


    "Why don''t you pretend now? Just got out of the hotel. "


    "Being heard will also be regarded as telling something in a fantasy story." Yuzao waved her hand, "I have rich experience in this kind of thing."


    And the horse shrugged.


    "It has been passed down here for hundreds of years, but I don''t know. Maybe the original Lord has left, or hung up, leaving a shrine, and mankind is still offering sacrifices according to the handed down rules."


    "According to you, we don''t have to be anxious today." And Ma subconsciously lead the topic to the direction of "returning home".


    Yuzao shook her head: "this is the best situation. Maybe there is something else to occupy the magpie''s nest after the Lord is dead. In short, it''s no harm to go and have a look. Maybe we can have a chat with old acquaintances. "


    "Two old women''s chat?"


    "There may be an old man opposite."


    "Don''t you deny that you are an old woman?"


    And Ma teased, while yuzao just looked at him with a smile.


    "Well, you''re eighteen." And the horse shrugged.


    They were walking down the mountain along the highway at this time - they didn''t think it was long when they took the bus. Now they found that xiaotianzhuang is still far from Wenquan street.


    This kind of "luxury house" hanging outside the town always gives people a feeling of continuous homicide.


    In case of a real incident, I''m afraid the bad name of and horse will further move closer to the death pupil in the previous life.


    After walking for a while, Ma re couldn''t stand it, so he said to yuzao, "can''t you get a spell or something? Let''s have some wind to cool down?"


    "Generally speaking to girls, ''come and lower my fire'' refers to other things?" Yuzao teased.


    "You know so much."


    "After all, it was my mother sang."


    "Is that setting still there? I thought the joke of going to the yellow gate of Mito was over. " And the horse fought back.


    Yuzao picked her eyebrows and said, "I''ve really been a mother."


    "What about the yellow gate? Don''t try to put it off with a smile. Tell me the truth, have you ever seen the real Shuihu yellow gate? "


    Yuzao was unmoved and just smiled.


    And horses have no choice but to give up.


    At this time, yuzao suddenly opened his mouth: "the real Shuihu yellow gate is completely different from the legend. In fact, he is introverted and a little neurotic. Folklore beautifies his image, and plays such as clean glass are further beautified on this basis, so there is the well-known Shuihu yellow gate now."


    He Ma: "you''ve seen it."“ I guess. However, when I met him, he had not made up his mind to travel around the Japanese islands, and the prototype of those popular stories had not even happened. In addition, the news was blocked at that time. Even with my strength at that time, I could only master the intelligence in Edo. When I came out of Edo, the news often took a long time to reach me. " He interfaced with Ma and said, "so you mean that when you see the yellow gate of Mito again, he is already a famous legendary man?" Yuzao spread her hands. Chatting, they finally went down to the foot of the mountain. Three middle-aged people wearing the armband of "Hot Spring Street Tourism Promotion Association" are planting flags on the roadside. The flag says meiquan sacrifice. It seems that this is the name of the sacrifice to be held in this place. To be honest, the name meiquanji sounds like a bureaucrat in charge of tourism slapped his head. Because it is a hot spring street, the festival is naturally titled "beautiful hot spring", which is too simple and rough. And the horse make complaints about the name of the ceremony, the three middle-aged uncle saw the horse and jade algae. One of the uncles warmly welcomed him: "are you the guests living in the young Grange on the hillside? Is it the staff of Sonny music or the famous artist they invited? " He Ma: "I don''t know if I''m a famous musician, but I''m really a musician invited by Sonny music." In fact, Wen copied the public, but he and Ma shamelessly boasted that they were musicians. No one can expose him anyway. The uncle immediately extended his hand enthusiastically: "Oh, nice to meet you. You should write more songs that can reflect the local customs here. The cover of the album should be taken with the scenery on our side. There are many on the side of the village office. " And Ma looked at uncle''s armband: "aren''t you from the Tourism Promotion Association?"“ Yes, but I usually work in the village office. This village is very small, and many people have multiple jobs. When the tourist season comes, I''m so busy that I want to borrow the hands of all the cats in the town. " Want to borrow all the cat''s hands is a Japanese saying to describe a busy state. Uncle is obviously busier. He needs to borrow the hands of all the cats in the town. He Ma: "it seems that business is good. There''s no need to ask me for publicity."“ The peak season is really good, but there are only a few days in the peak season of the year. We hope to have more tourists in the off peak season. Now in this situation, in case of illness and failure to open the door during the peak season, the whole year''s income will be ruined. " The uncle scratched his head and added, "after all, more than half of the people in this hot spring street are over 50 years old. It''s a place full of old men and women." And Ma: "is there no young child?"“ No. Look at this hot spring street. It looks like there are primary and secondary schools. The children in the village have to walk a long way to the town to go to school, so many couples of childbearing age simply moved away. " At this time, he ma thought of Bozi working in the shrine and asked, "aren''t there still girls like Bozi?"“ In Bozi''s family, there are only her and grandpa. Her father goes out to Tokyo, and then there is no news. Only occasionally there is an anonymous remittance back. So Bozi can''t go. " As soon as the uncle''s voice fell, another uncle behind him made a dissatisfied voice: "what did those women say when they bit their ears? It''s not surprising that Bozi ran away with a little white face from Tokyo at any time, hum! Bozi won''t leave her grandmother. " The third uncle joined the conversation at this time: "but Bozi''s grandmother has been bedridden for more than a month? I''m afraid it''s time this winter... "The uncle who first talked to the horse made a loud voice:" Hey! Hey! What are you talking about! When the old man is still alive, can''t you wish her a long life? " The uncle who just made a mistake said "I''m sorry" and bowed his head to continue working“ You keep busy, "he Ma said to the three." let''s go to the shrine. "“ Oh, slow down! By the way, the Dieda ointment of the shrine is very effective, and the tourists who come to us every year are full of praise. " He nodded his thanks with Ma, said goodbye to the three uncles with yuzao, and walked towards the shrine along the main road of Wenquan street.