Ah this...
Imagawa Yoshimoto was so shocked that he even opened his mouth and didn't care to pinch his nose. The smell of beef instantly hit his nose, making him sick and coughing.
The image of the perfect Taoist monk that Honganji Zhengru had just established in his heart - elegant and simple, noble and refined, pious and easy-going - was instantly shattered by this bite of beef - and turned into a figure similar to Taiyuan Xuezhai. The wine-meat-spending monk.
"Hmm...not bad!" Honganji Cheng chewed the beef with relish, and then praised with bright eyes. The surrounding monks immediately became happy and sat down at their tables one after another to taste the delicacies with Honganji Zhengyin.
Oh my God…
This is the Dharma Master of the Pure Land Shinsect...
He just ate meat right in front of me.
beef.
beef! ! !
The Dharma Master is like this, are there still people out there who don’t eat meat?
Imagawa Yoshimoto hid his face with his hands in disbelief. He wished he could immediately rush back to his territory to issue a ban on religion, fight to the death with all the Ichijo Sect believers in the territory, and then uproot all the Ichijo Sect temples, even those who were accused of being "enemies of Buddha" No matter what!
"How's it going, sir?" Ginkgo didn't expect that the situation would develop so smoothly. It took him a while to react. He immediately chased Imagawa Yoshimoto with a smile and pointed at the beef in front of him with his chopsticks. : "A true man has made his word, and it's hard to chase him. You just said that if the Dharma Master eats it, you will eat it."
"Goro, you can't keep your words!" Takeda Harunobu also cheered enthusiastically, "What? Do you want to regret it?"
"It's really not possible. I would admit defeat in other bets, but this beef is really..." Imagawa Yoshimoto turned pale, quietly glanced at the cooked beef, and immediately looked away in disgust, "Really It’s so unspeakable!”
"Oh? This donor has taboos? Doesn't he eat beef?" Honganji Zhengru, who was sitting not far away, heard the argument between Imagawa Yoshimoto and his group, and got up and walked over curiously.
"Yes. I am a monk of the Rinzai sect who has returned to secular life. I strictly abide by the fasting before returning to secular life. After returning to secular life, I will also strictly abide by the meat prohibition and will not eat beef." Imagawa Yoshimoto replied neither softly nor hard, implying that he was deeply concerned about Honganji Temple. The evidence is like dissatisfaction with breaking the precept and eating beef.
"I'm disrespectful." Upon hearing this, Honganji Temple clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute to Imagawa Yoshimoto, "It turns out that this donor was also an ascetic. But since he doesn't eat beef, why would he order it? Isn't it a waste? Food? Sin, sin, sin.”
"My two companions must eat it, but I will never eat it myself." Imagawa Yoshimoto looked helplessly at Ginkgo and Takeda Harunobu.
"The donor must have never eaten beef before, right? There is a saying that all things have a beginning, and you will know whether everything is good or bad only by trying it. The so-called precepts are only prohibited after the sages have tried them. If you have never tried it, how can you know the true meaning of the world? ? Why not try it yourself, and you will know what beef tastes like." Honganji Temple smiled at Imagawa Yoshimoto, and Imagawa Yoshimoto felt as if his body was suddenly electrocuted, and he subconsciously replied:
"That's what the Master said."
Then Imagawa Yoshimoto lowered his head, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and ate the beef hungrily.
·
The pupils of Ginkgo and Takeda Harunobu both trembled. The scene in front of them was as unreal as the eighteenth level of hell. It was as if the world was upside down and everything was eclipsed. The five senses gradually blurred, and the concept of time also disappeared. Only the image of Imagawa Yoshimoto constantly eating beef and the "squeaking" swallowing sound repeated monotonically, echoing in their minds. At that moment, they only felt that all common sense and truth in the world no longer existed at this moment. The sun no longer rose from the east, the streams no longer flowed from top to bottom, the cycle of spring, summer, autumn and winter no longer existed, and the day and night no longer changed - just like Imagawa. Yi Yuan is no longer picky about food.
But Yoshimoto Imagawa is really eating beef.
Takeda Harunobu was stunned, wishing he could freeze Imagawa Yoshimoto's current predicament and ridicule him for the rest of his life. Ginkgo, on the other hand, pinched her thigh fiercely, and almost pulled out the knife after feeling frustrated. She wanted to chop herself to see if this was the real world, a dream or an illusion.
Fortunately, before that, Imagawa Yoshimoto had already finished the entire bowl of beef.
·
Imagawa Yoshimoto put down the bowl and looked at Ginkgo sitting opposite, and was startled by her empty and frightened eyes.
"What's wrong, Ginkgo?" Imagawa Yoshimoto asked with some confusion.
"Cow...beef." Ginkgo stammered in reply.
"Beef?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was even more puzzled.
"You ate beef." Ginkgo tried her best to keep her tone steady.
"Ah?" Imagawa Yoshimoto was completely confused.
"See for yourself." Ginkgo pointed at the bowl in front of Imagawa Yoshimoto.
Imagawa Yoshimoto lowered his head. The bits of meat residue left in the bowl and the tangy smell instantly woke him up, and the memories just now came rushing back. He stared blankly at the empty bowl in front of him and the chopsticks in his hand, and the dream-like memory became increasingly clear - he had just eaten a large bowl of beef. Whether he was picking up the beef, bringing it to his mouth, chewing it slowly, or swallowing it in large gulps, all the memory images were so vivid, and the feeling between his lips and teeth was so real - there was no doubt that he had done it himself.
He burped, and the taste of beef poured into his mouth, traveling against his gastrointestinal tract and esophagus.
He was like a drunken drunkard who found himself lying next to a cesspit eating shit all night long.
Imagawa Yoshimoto felt like five thunders were hitting his head, the sky was spinning, his face was at war with heaven and man, his mind went blank, his whole body was trembling and trembling, and he almost fainted. The taste of beef in his mouth made him almost suffocate, and his whole internal organs were churning. Then he leaned over and vomited all of it into the drainage ditch next to him.
·
After a while, Imagawa Yoshimoto, who was leaning against the wall, finally regained his composure. Ginkgo on the side was holding a wooden basin, using a towel dipped in water to clean Imakawa Yoshimoto's face.
"You don't have to abuse yourself like this when you're angry, sir." Seeing Imagawa Yoshimoto being tortured like this, Ginkgo, who had been trying to tease him just now, also felt distressed, "If you don't want to eat, then just eat. People also know that you don't like to eat. Why do you have to vomit everything after eating it and let others laugh at it?"
"I'm not clean anymore." Imagawa Yoshimoto muttered to himself in a daze. He only felt that his hands that had held the chopsticks, his eyes that had looked at the beef, his nose that had smelled it, and his mouth that had chewed the beef were all unclean. I want to dig them all out - oh no, I want to commit seppuku immediately. This feeling is even more disgusting than jumping into the underground cesspit of Kyoto.
"So Goro, why do you insist on eating?" Takeda Harunobu on the side couldn't help but laugh, "The master just said it casually, you can refute the heresy if you want, so why did you just eat it all? You don’t really believe it, do you?”
"Why did I eat it?" Imagawa Yoshimoto slowly raised his right hand in disbelief, looking at the lines on the hand that had just put a bowl of beef into his mouth, "I don't remember... I I don’t remember anything, I just remember eating it. Why did I eat beef? I don’t remember it at all, it’s just like I did it naturally.”
That's right, Imagawa Yoshimoto felt like a drunken drunkard, and later found himself lying on the dining table eating beef all night.
"Could it be that some evil spirit has possessed you?" Ginkgo touched Imagawa Yoshimoto's forehead worriedly, "Find an onmyoji or a miko to help you take a look?"
"Okay." Imagawa Yoshimoto weakly agreed like a patient.
"Is it the fault of Master Zhengru just now?" Takeda Harunobu on the side suddenly frowned and stared at the direction Master Zhengru left, "What kind of magical power does he have to control people's hearts?"
"I'm a monk, not a magician. Come on." Ginkgo rolled her eyes at Takeda Harunobu and said, "Hurry up and ask where there are powerful onmyojis and witches nearby."
·
So, on March 5, the twelfth year of Tenmon (1543), a group of three people came to Sakai Town.
Sakai Town is located at the junction of Settsu, Kawachi, and Izumi. It is the largest port in Kinki facing the Seto Inland Sea. It is also the largest transit point for trade goods between Kansai and Kanto. It is truly the No. 1 port in Kinki and even in the world. As a commercial city and commercial port, the wealth handled here every day is equivalent to the tax revenue of a big name for a year.
Because Sakai Town is close to Ishiyama Gobo and is a place where various forces are intertwined, the situation is extremely complicated. Due to various factors, Sakai Town became a rather advanced autonomous city. It was managed by the merchants who controlled Sakai Town and was not under the jurisdiction of any daimyo. Although there are mercenaries in Sakai Town, the number is relatively limited. Therefore, the merchants in Sakai Town are very honest and will regularly pay tribute to the powerful daimyo in the surrounding area in exchange for guaranteeing their free trade.
The prosperous and free Sakai Town attracted people from all over Kinki, and thus formed a prosperous citizen culture - farmers, craftsmen, merchants, samurai, fishermen, shamans, dancers, vendors, entertainers , monks, doctors, Nanman...people from all walks of life are all available. The powerful shrine maiden whom Takeda Harunobu learned about lived in Sakai Town.
After twisting and turning in the alleys of Sakai Town, the three of them finally found the miko's shop. The decoration is simple, but it has a mysterious atmosphere of Kansai. According to Takeda Harunobu, this person used to be a shrine maiden of Izumo Taisha Shrine.
"Then, sir, please go in, and we will wander around outside." Ginkgo pushed the still unconscious Imagawa Yoshimoto in at the door, and at the same time warned him jealously: "Remember, don't tell anyone about anything that happens to the miko. Oh, don’t think that I don’t know what a miko usually does.”
"Is this how a shrine maiden makes a living? It's not a whale house." Imagawa Yoshimoto was a little surprised when he heard this.
"You'll know when you get in." Ginkgo rolled her eyes at Imagawa Yoshimoto angrily.
·
Imagawa Yoshimoto took off his shoes, walked indoors, walked around a completely winding corridor, and came to the deep secret room. The secret room was not large, but it was neatly tidied up. There were bright or dark candles all around, and a young miko in her teens was kneeling on a futon in the middle of the room. She was wearing traditional witch costumes, a white dress and a red skirt, and her long black hair was tied back with white sandalwood paper. She lowered her head, and in the dim light, Imagawa Yoshimoto could not see her face clearly.
Imagawa Yoshimoto began to realize that Ginkgo was right - because the miko's clothes were too slim. Compared with ordinary women's loose clothes, the clear curves were full of hints about human wildness - no wonder the indoor There was also a rolled up mattress.
Aren’t witches married to gods? Generally, people are not allowed to marry or have children for life, so how could they engage in such immoral things?
