The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

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Saagiri Mountain.

Towns under the mountains.

evening.

The originally bustling town became a little quiet at this moment, and the people living here began to pack up and go home, ending the day's work.

I don’t know when, or maybe it has always existed, there is such a legend in the town.

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Legend has it that in the distant Heian period, the residents of this town lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Until one day, a big monster suddenly appeared and attacked, massacring the entire city.

At the critical moment, Lord God led several other warriors and carried out a sleepless crusade against the big monster that lasted for several years.

The current residents have nothing to do with the people at that time. In fact, they are just people who immigrated from various places later.

It is precisely because of the blessing of gods that this town has been safe and sound for nearly a hundred years.

The man responsible for the narration walked in front of his two younger brothers, talking with his hands behind his back.

Of course, there are also legends that there are many treasures buried in Sawu Mountain. It seems that just a little bit is enough for a person to use for a lifetime...

Eh... is it true? The boy who just played the role of the big monster sighed in surprise, clutching the hem of his brother's clothes tightly and walking along the roadside: Brother knows a lot of stories like this!

The legend is definitely not true. Have you ever seen a monster?

The man holding a yellow chicken feather wig rubbed the boy's head and said nonchalantly: It's all made up by later generations to scare children.

You can't say that, Erlang. The eldest brother, who was the leader, walked at the front and gently shook his head at the man with the yellow wig: You must have a sense of reverence for the gods.

Bang! Erlang, who was holding a yellow wig, curled his lips. He held a blade of grass in his mouth, folded his arms and looked at his elder brother with disdain:

My eldest brother, who takes us to steal food and make offerings every time, is the most unworthy of saying this!

No, no, no, that is a gift from the gods...

As long as we are grateful, the gods will not blame us...

Gift? Then why don't we dig up the treasures in the mountains with a grateful heart...

Okay! Let's go and eat the tribute quickly! The boy holding on to the eldest brother's clothes listened to the conversation between the two brothers, pursed his lips, and shook the eldest brother's clothes.

It's not a tribute...it's an offering of food...

That's not the same as tribute...

Shhh!! Keep your voice down...

Yes...pass quietly...

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Saagiri Mountain.

Time passed slowly, the sun gradually set towards the west, and the outline of the moon could already be seen faintly in the sky.

Dusk is gradually ending, and the deep blue night is slowly falling.

The three brothers were walking slowly along the bluestone steps of the shrine at the foot of Mount Samagiri.

The shrine of Mt. Saagiri is located halfway up the mountain and a little further up.

The path leading to the shrine was filled with white mist. Along the way, there were many notes tied to the ropes on both sides of the steps.

The two sections of the rope connect several spaced red torii gates.

Brother, why can't you walk faster?

The boy grabbed the hem of his eldest brother's clothes, lowered his head, and said in a puzzled tone: I'm so hungry...

Don't be anxious, you have to wait until night and all the people in the shrine are gone.

That's right, although the miko will come back only after a long time, we must be careful!

Erlang is right.

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By the way, after you get the food, remember to eat outside the torii...

I know, I know…

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The three brothers leaned on the other side of the bluestone steps and watched some people dressed in black coming down from the mountain and leaving.

After hiding aside and waiting for those people to leave, the three brothers reappeared and started running towards the mountainside!

Hurry! This time the wine is mine! Erlang, holding the yellow chicken feathers, rushed to the front and ran quickly.

Be careful! Don't fall! The eldest brother hugged Saburo and followed Erlang, and the three of them quickly ran along the steps towards the shrine.

As the three of them went deeper and deeper, the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the shrine and stepped into the last torii gate.

Several people entered the main hall of the shrine, bypassed the rope hanging in the middle, and went straight to the table where the food was presented.

After receiving the food and wine, the three brothers chose to leave through the mountain road on the other side of the shrine instead of taking the bluestone steps.

The whole set of movements was done smoothly and smoothly.

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Mountainside.

The three brothers were lying on the rocks, holding fruits, pasta and wine in their hands, eating them happily.

Hey, big brother.

Erlang took a sip of wine, sat up, looked at the sky that was obscured by thick fog, and said coldly:

Didn't you say...there is treasure buried in this mountain?

The eldest brother raised his head, frowned at his younger brother, picked up the fruit in his hand and was about to throw it over:

What are you going to do?!

Stop your despicable thoughts!

It's a trivial matter to steal the offerings! If you want to...

No! It's not me! Erlang whispered. He looked nervous and subconsciously raised his arm to cover his head. His other hand pointed down the mountain not far away: Look at the two people over there!

What... The eldest brother raised his eyebrows. He still held a piece of fruit in his hand and subconsciously looked in the direction pointed by his younger brother.

In the direction Erlang pointed.

There were two vague figures waving the tools in their hands.

The eldest brother narrowed his eyes, gently covered Saburo's mouth, sat up and looked carefully.

...Is that...Yi!? He cried out after seeing clearly the tools held by several people.

(迿: a stone farm tool similar to a shovel)

Hmm!! Saburo, whose mouth was covered, looked at the two people waving shovels in the fog not far away and shouted in surprise.

...Does anyone really think this legend is true...

The eldest brother squinted at the two people who were swinging shovels, and said in a deep voice: ...Aren't you afraid of being beaten half to death by that miko?

What should we do, brother, should we go over and stop them?

Erlang cautiously took a sip of wine, turned around with sharp eyes, and looked at his elder brother, his face already showing signs of being slightly drunk.

...Hiccup! If we stop these two guys this time, maybe the miko will let us stay in the shrine!

Idiot! We don't have anything in our hands, those two guys at least have something! The eldest brother glanced at Erlang fiercely and scolded him in a low voice.

...That's it.

However, Erlang, who was already slightly drunk and his mind was a little unclear, would not care about these anymore.

He jumped down the rock, holding the unfinished wine in his hand. Under the horrified eyes of his elder brother, he ran towards the two people!

Hey!! Those two bastards! What are you doing?!

Erlang's shouting voice echoed through the mountainside of Sawu Mountain at night.