On the other side, in front of the Yasukuni Shrine in Tokyo, Japan.
Hui Laoliu and Zhang Shizu walked side by side, followed by one hundred and eight relatives from the Chao family.
The four tall zombies headed by them worked together to carry a large bell.
The bronze bell is unusually simple, with four giant dragons looking up to the sky and roaring on it.
Zhang Shizu sneered and then spoke loudly.
"People inside, come out, your grandpa is here to see you off!"
After the sound, the door of the Yasukuni Shrine slowly opened, and a gloomy air suddenly spewed out.
This breath was so cold that it even left a faint frost on the faces of the zombies.
Hui Laoliu roared angrily when he saw this, and then there was lightning and thunder, and the cold air was immediately blown away.
"Those who are pretending to be gods, do you think you can escape now that I'm coming to you?"
"Come out quickly and die!"
Surprisingly, after Hui Laoliu finished speaking, there was a sound of well-spoken Mandarin coming from the door.
Then they saw an old man in gray robes leading two rows of islanders out slowly.
The Mandarin was spoken by an old man, and the name of the Buddha was recited.
"Namo Amitabha, Lin Jingyin, a lay disciple of Tiantong Temple, met two donors."
“There is no greater blessing in life than meeting an old friend in a foreign country.”
Zhang Shizu was stunned when he saw this: "A person from China?"
"Then why are you enshrined in this ghost temple!"
The old man was a little confused when asked, and then sighed and shook his head slowly.
"When the poor monk came, there was no modern war. During the war, the poor monk wanted to leave, but he had been enshrined for nearly a thousand years and couldn't leave..."
Hui Laoliu has benefited a lot because he is always by Hua Jiunan's side.
Not only Taoist secrets, but also rich cultural heritage.
At this time, he had already reacted and spoke in Zhang Shizu's ear.
"Brother Zhang doesn't know that although the Yasukuni Shrine is a place where ghosts are worshiped in Japan, it also enshrines people from China, and there are three of them in total..."
There is a hint in the book: Among the three people enshrined in Japan, one is Xu Fu, who was played to death by Chen Daji.
It is mentioned in "A Brief History of Japan": "In the seventy-second year of Emperor Xiaoling, Xu Fulai, a native of Qin, came."
It can be seen that Xu Fu did go to Japan that year.
However, Xu Fu never came back after leaving, and his specific whereabouts are unknown, making it a major mystery in history.
Many people think that Xu Fu may have died in the sea.
However, in Japan, it has been rumored that Xu Fu settled there and was even said to be the ancestor of the Japanese.
Moreover, there is indeed Xu Fu’s tomb in Japan. As for whether it is true or false, it is difficult to say.
Because there are dozens of Xu Fus in front and behind his tomb, how many Xu Fus are there? Or is it that one main tomb has opened separate tombs?
The second one is Lin Jingyin in front of him.
He was once a lay disciple of Tiantong Temple in Zhejiang Province. At that time, the Japanese Zen master Ryusandoku came to visit China and stayed at Tiantong Temple to study scriptures. Lin Jingyin became his disciple.
Afterwards, Long Shande saw that he was going back to Japan. Lin Jing couldn't bear his master to leave alone, so he went to Japan with him and settled in Nara.
Lin Jingyin made Chinese steamed buns and passed them to Japan.
Because there was no such food in Japan at that time, they conquered them all at once.
Steamed buns even became a royal tribute for a long time, and even the emperor liked them.
In order to reward Lin Jingyin, he was enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine, and a steamed bun shrine was even built to honor him.
A Steamed Bun Festival is also held on April 19 every year to commemorate Lin Jingyin.
As for the third person enshrined by the Japanese, I cannot write it in the book. Those who are interested can check the relevant literature by themselves.
Another note: The above three people are all passively enshrined, especially Master Lin Jingyin. He has not done anything to hurt the feelings of the Chinese people. Please treat them rationally.
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After listening to Hui Laoliu's story, Zhang Shizu no longer looked at him with strange eyes.
But he said calmly.
"Master has been living in a foreign country for a long time, but he has never thought about following this junior back home."
“The fallen leaves can only be liberated by returning to their roots.”
Master Lin had a complicated look on his face when he heard this, and then he sighed and slowly sat cross-legged on the spot.
"The old monk is just a lay disciple. He married a wife and had children in Japan a long time ago. He can't live without her."
"The reality today is that we are in a dilemma. The only way to clear our mind is to die, and there is no Amitabha!"
"Master!" The same call came from two waves of "people" at the same time.
But whether it was Hui Laoliu or the Japanese ghosts, they were all bounced away by the Buddha's light emanating from Lin Jingyin's body.
Then this eternal legend just turned into a soul and left little by little in front of everyone.
Only the song "Thoughts on a Quiet Night" echoed in the air: looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my hometown...
Seeing this scene, the Japanese ghosts couldn't help but became furious.
"Damn Chinese! If you hadn't come to our door, master, how could he leave with a broken heart?"
"We want to avenge the master!"
Hui Laoliu and Zhang Shizu, who were already quite emotional after hearing such words about being fatherless and motherless, could not bear it.
"Japanese slaves, you fart!"
"If it weren't for your arrogant ambitions, invading our land and harming my people, and capturing countless elves to refine shikigami, how could we have traveled all the way to your barren land!"
