"Crack."

The next day, there was a layer of not very thick white snow on the ground, and it was creaking when it stepped on it.

The effect of the old heater is very average. When I woke up the next day, I lost my nose and I was inhaling continuously along the way.

Mido Hayato had no free time, so he first accompanied the island-lost love to the police station to make a simple record.

Faced with this poor little girl who had just encountered a fire, the female policeman in charge of the Kasai Police Department was in charge of the transcription and asked about the relevant matters in a gentle tone.

"The fire has been analyzed in advance, Miss Lost Island." The female policeman looked through the documents in his hand. "This may be a case of man-made arson. We found traces of arson in front of the house. Do you have any clues?"

"Ah, ah?" Mishima Yoshima looked at the female policeman in a daze. As Mizuto said last night, she shook her head, "No, there is no clue."

She saw a broken baby soul holding the belly of the policewoman, and just glanced at it, and immediately moved her eyes away.

The baby's eyes were still moving at Lost Island Love.

If he looked at his eyes, Mishima Lian swallowed his saliva and would definitely be killed.

Mito Jun, Mito Jun.

If the situation is critical, you will be saved by calling Mitoko's name.

"That's how it is."

After taking a while of the record, even if the matter was revealed, if there was no strong demand to find the arsonist, the police station would continue to follow up on the case, but would not call too much police force to deal with it.

I have accumulated enough files over the years.

"If there is any breakthrough, we will notify you again, Miss Mishima." The female policeman closed the file, "The latest address is in Hamamatsucho, Saitama Prefecture, right?"

"Hi, yes."

Walking out of the police station, Isaiou patted my chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "Huh..."

"Are you nervous?" Mizuto Hayato smiled as he looked at the look of Mishima's breath.

"I'm a little nervous." Mishima Lian smiled awkwardly, shook her head and forgot the horror scene just now.

After simply having some lunch on the side of the road, the two of them rushed to the hospital and obtained the death certificate. The island-lost love was red and they held back the tears.

With the death certificate, the next step was to see him off at the crematorium funeral home, but this problem stumped Hayato Mizuto.

The meaning of the island love is to bury my grandmother in the Shrine of the Waste Spirit. Of course, there is no problem, but I don’t understand the funeral procedure at all.

The original owner had attended the funeral of his parents, but he could not understand such a complicated ritual just by taking a look.

It's also a black humor, it's obviously a Shinto family, but both parents hold Buddhist funerals.

Buddhism?

Mizuto Hayato suddenly realized his mind. He found Master Xinyuan's business card and stuffed it to him before leaving.

“Doudu.”

The phone number was called three or four times in a row before finally getting connected.

"Hey? It's Mito kusa..."

Mido Hayato frowned. The monk's environment was not so noisy. Is it still exterminated demons today?

………………………………………

Katsushika District, underground bar.

The bar on the underground floor was extremely noisy, and men and women were shaking their heads in this bizarre way, and from time to time they would yell at the DJ on the stage.

"The one on the stage is wearing... monk's robe?"

A young man who came to this bar for the first time looked at the DJ on the stage in surprise. The gorgeous lights reflected the monk's clothes and short hair in colorful colors.

"The first time I'm here? The one on stage is our most respected dj."

“Respectable…dj?”

How are these two words cleverly and organically combined?

"He is the monk of Chai Youdi Shitian. Do you always know Chai Youdi Shitian?"

"Do you know, Sensoji Temple in Katsushika District?"

Speaking of famous Buddhist temples in Tokyo, most Tokyo people and tourists will think of Senso Temple in Taitung District at the first time. However, when it comes to being compact, it is a long history and authentic. People in Katsushika would stubbornly believe that Indra Temple is better than one, two, three, four, five.

"It's the Indra genius from Taitung District! Master Xinyuan is the monk of Indra genius, and he is a monk who has real ability, can exorcism and master extraordinary power!"

"Hayi?"

Looking at the stage in surprise, the young man could not associate Master Xinyuan who was twisting his body with the extraordinary monk.

Whether in the impression of ordinary people or in the promotion of TV, those monks who can drive away the spirits with a wave of hand are solemn and have a solemn expression. They wish they could beat the wooden fish to see their minds and nature twenty-four hours a day, speak and practice Zen, and always be gentle and gentle.

But the spirit-driven monk on the stage twisted his body while playing Dribbling, and his empty hand was wildly grasping his short hair.

Couldn’t such a monk be arrested by Chai Youdi Shitian Temple and directly destroyed in front of the Buddha?

"You, you are wearing tinted glasses. You can only see the master on the stage posing in your eyes, but you can't see the pain the master endured. He clearly captured the cause and effect of all living beings present, burned by the fire of karma, and his body swaying is symbolizing that human life is also like fallen leaves in the wind. He is suffering but can face the world with a smile. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"Look, are you amused by the master like this and forgotten many troubles? This is the master's merit."

The young man who was said to nodded non-stop stared blankly at the stage, tears flowing down his eyes: "Master, I've realized it."

"Master Xinyuan, Master Xinyuan, your phone number."

The bar waiter in the audience held up his cell phone and shouted.

After taking the phone, Aragaki Yoshima looked at the caller ID in surprise. Mizuto Hayato, the very capable young priest who was the day ago.

Do you want to call to ask about the progress of the tiger demon? It turns out that he is a priest who has great abilities at a young age. It is because of such a sense of justice that he can make rapid progress.

"Hey, is it Mito priest?"

When he walked to the quieter corner, Aragaki Yima answered the phone.

About a minute or two later, he scratched his scalp: "We, Shibayathishi, have our own venue. If a priest Mito has an acquaintance to hold, you can get a discount."

"Ah? Do you want to hold a funeral by yourself? Does the shrine have this business?"

The shrine will also hold funerals? Is it for which royal family member?

After thinking for a few seconds, Aragaki Yoshima said simply: "It just so happens that the little monk has nothing to do recently, so let's go and help the Mito priest arrange the funeral."

"That's really thankful." Mido Hayato on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and said seriously, "I will give it to you at the price of Indra, and I won't let Master Xinyuan run for nothing."

"Haha, no need, it's time to help the Mito priest."

Putting down the phone, Aragaki Yoshima simply slapped himself.
Chapter completed!