This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 134 - 133. Don’t You Think It Should Be Like This? (3rd Update)

Chapter 134: Chapter 133. Don’t You Think It Should Be Like This? (3rd Update)

Beichuan Si focused his gaze, just wanting to take a closer look at the water maiden and the priests.

Unfortunately, the terrifying scene in the water appeared only for a moment before vanishing.

Beichuan Si descended the path, arriving directly in front of the shrine.

Within his line of sight was an indescribable, ancient shrine.

Ghastly red stone pillars and walls of vermilion and white now showed black streaks, as if scorched by fire, with some areas revealing faint cracks.

The wooden fence and projecting eaves extended a meter or two outwards.

Yet now, the supposedly empty shrine flickered with dim candlelight.

Beichuan Si didn’t pay attention to this anomaly.

He looked up with narrowed eyes, scrutinizing the surroundings.

He didn’t intend to enter the shrine for an exploration at the moment, but felt there was no harm in scouting the perimeter.

"What’s that...?" Beichuan Si’s eyes paused, just catching sight of the stone platform placed on the wooden path of the shrine.

A flower with petals drawn upward adorned the stone platform.

The flower roughly resembled a water lily but lacked the water lily’s sense of clean purity.

Instead, its entire form carried a seductively beautiful aura.

"I saw this flower on the Bird Platform Stone earlier," Beichuan Si couldn’t help but murmur thoughtfully.

This was likely the Divine Soul Summoning Flower worshipped at the Shenzhu Shrine.

Beichuan Si stood up, adjusted his collar, and took another look at the weather.

He had repeated this action countless times during his approach.

After some time, Beichuan Si’s contemplative voice finally emerged,

"It does seem like rain is on its way."

Beichuan Si had left the Magong Main Family at five in the morning, and it was now past eleven, yet the sky remained ominously dark with no sign of clearing.

Today’s exploration would have to end here; it was best to descend the mountain quickly before the rainstorm hit.

Beichuan Si cast a deep glance at the Shenzhu Shrine behind him.

An icy chill pervaded the air—

...

It wasn’t long before the rain poured down heavily.

It was an unusually fierce downpour, as if the heavens had sprung a massive leak.

The curtain of rain not only reduced visibility but also turned the path beneath into a slippery morass.

On some ground covered with slimy moss, a single misstep could lead to a fall.

If one were to slip at the edge of a mountain ravine, they could very well plunge off the cliff.

Indeed, it’s often such trivial details that lead to accidents in the wild.

The rain pattered heavily upon Beichuan Si’s cold-weather clothing, sounding a rapid, tapping noise.

He donned his cold-weather hat and pulled the hood of his coat over it, but his ears still felt piercingly cold.

Beichuan Si stopped, exhaling a deep breath of white air, which was immediately dispersed by the fierce mountain wind.

His body was already soaked by the sudden downpour, the damp clothes clinging coldly to him.

An indescribable weight hung in the air.

In such conditions, Beichuan Si felt as if he could hear—

The mountain was weeping.

The mountain was crying.

It seemed to be calling for him to halt his steps, to become one with the mountain.

A pitch-black aura of death enveloped him.

The whispers by his ear were instantly scattered by the wind, disappearing without a trace.

Beichuan Si didn’t relax, walking determinedly down the mountain.

At the same time, he heightened all his senses to their maximum, confident that if there were any sort of landslide or similar accident, he would easily be able to avoid it.

In this way, Beichuan Si walked on and off, reaching Shenzhu Village again at around a little past one o’clock.

He found a house that was relatively dry and without leaks, and had just kindled a fire when he heard Magong Yongshi’s voice.

"Mr. Temple! Are you alright?" Magong Yongshi, holding a stack of kimonos, floated in from outside the door.

"The situation isn’t too bad. Just a bit stiff."

Beichuan Si let out a breath of white vapor, his face pale as he responded.

"Is that so?" Magong Yongshi nodded in relief.

Carrying a heavy load for two hours in the cold winter, an average person would have already given up.

But Beichuan Si’s body was just a bit stiff and tingling, which showed that the six-fold physical strength given by the system was no counterfeit.

However...

Beichuan Si dumped out everything from his backpack in one go.

Although Beichuan Si had bought a waterproof flashlight, it still couldn’t endure such torture, and all three were inoperable.

The cellphone, as Beichuan Si’s key protected item, seemed to have no major issues and was still usable.

The compressed biscuits, thanks to their packaging, were still edible.

As for things like the sleeping bag, Beichuan Si had given up on them altogether.

Since he had plenty of money now, there was no need to skimp in this area.

Thinking this, he raised his hand to close the door and started undressing one piece after another as if no one else was present.

"..." Watching Beichuan Si’s actions, Magong Yongshi’s gaze flickered, but she did not scream or shout.

It was common sense that if one continued to wear wet clothes, body heat would be lost along with the moisture in the fabric.

Fortunately, Beichuan Si was not a hooligan; considering the presence of Magong Yongshi and Nishijou Kurenai trying to warm up, he kept on a pair of shorts.

Magong Yongshi respectfully stood to one side.

She waited until Beichuan Si had wrung out all his clothes and hung them next to the fire for drying before she approached with a lowered head and timid steps, "Mr. Temple, please use these."

Beichuan Si was somewhat puzzled.

The kimonos that Magong Yongshi brought were very clean, without a single spot of mold.

That puzzled him even more, "Where did you get these clean kimonos from?"

"Uh." Magong Yongshi shyly lowered her head further, "These are the kimonos from my time alive... all filled with memories. And having stayed in the casket for nine years, I needed some entertainment, so I would often take them out to air and wash."

Women really are a strange creature.

Beichuan Si couldn’t help but reflect.

Even though Magong Yongshi had become a female ghost, she still took great care of things like clothes.

Out of politeness, Beichuan Si still thanked her, "Thank you."

Beichuan Si didn’t have a cross-dressing fetish but was not an old-fashioned person either.

The first order of business was to restore body warmth, which was the most urgent matter.

He casually draped the snow-white kimono Magong Yongshi had worn over himself, getting as close to the fire as possible to keep warm.

Magong Yongshi sat down beside Beichuan Si with respect and grace, her ethereal face glistening enchantingly under the light of the flames.

Neither continued the conversation, as the atmosphere solidified.

For a while, aside from Nishijou Kurenai shaking her arms and legs and the dense sound of raindrops hitting the eaves, there was no other sound.

Later, when Beichuan Si had recovered a bit, he finally spoke up:

"Don’t you want to ask me some questions?"

"Mr. Temple."

Magong Yongshi’s voice was soft and compliant, "It’s the best choice for a woman to maintain silence and stay by the side of a man who has just escaped from danger."

As she said this, she even gave Beichuan Si a playful wink, "Don’t you think it should be like this?"

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