Chapter 7: The road to the key, lonely as snow

Under the cold moonlight, Pinggong Qianye and the other two sneaked out of the abandoned house.

Horii Yuji was holding a green lantern and leading the way, Horii Suzune was in the middle, and Hiramiya Chiya was walking at the end.

After exiting the gate, I walked along the deserted path towards the parking lot.

“What exactly is the Qingxuandeng?”

On the way, Horii Suzune couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

She clearly remembered that in her diary, this green lantern was called the Lamp of the Other Shore.

“The legend of the Blue Lantern first appeared in the Edo period. People at that time called it the little ghost guarding the gate to the underworld.”

“In order to pull people’s souls into the gate of Hades, it often transforms into a familiar appearance and tempts people to play the game of 100 Monogatari. When the th candle goes out, it will open the gate of Hades and absorb the souls of the participants.”

“The Hades connects to the other side. It’s not wrong to say that it’s a lamp of the underworld. There are always people who want to peek into the other side, or see the souls of the dead through the gate of the Hades.”

Hiramiya Chiya briefly introduced Horii Suzune.

These are all what is in the book. As for the real situation, he has never met the real Qingxuande.

What happened at night was just a small scene, and the real person did not show up at all.

Pasting blue paper, lighting candles, telling stories together, and extinguishing the candles one by one, the process itself is similar to a prayer ceremony and can produce supernatural powers.

As for whether the real owner will pay attention to this place or even come here, it is not certain.

The three of them returned to the car, and Horii Yuji handed the blue lantern to Hiramiya Chiya, and drove back to Tokyo overnight.

……

When we got back to Tokyo, it was already past midnight.

Horii Suzune originally invited Hiramiya Chiya to rest at her house first and go back the next morning.

Just looking at Horii Yuji’s wary face and imagining himself as the yellow-haired guy, he smiled and rejected Horii Suzune’s kindness and asked Horii Yuji to drive him back to Arakawa District.

“Wei Lian Ancient Temple…”

Looking at the 100-square-meter temple in front of him, Horii Yuji’s eyes showed surprise.

It is really hard to imagine that such a small temple could actually cultivate a monk like Pinggong Qianye who has profound Buddhist knowledge and unfathomable magical powers.

The temple is small but the monks are great?

“Hori-san, see you another day.”

Hiramiya Chiye opened the car door, got out holding the green running light, and waved to Horii Yuji.

He also needs to transform this green lantern into a soul-guiding lantern so as to find the owner of the other soul.

Trouble is trouble.

But he is willing to give money. Mr. Horii has always been generous in this regard.

For this incident, she paid a total of 50 yen in compensation.

As usual, Pinggong Qianye went to the temple first, worshipped Mahavairocana Tathagata, burned incense, and then returned to his home.

After taking a shower, I returned to the room and checked the time. It was 1:35 in the morning.

Drop drop drop.

There was a new message coming from the phone on the bed.

Hiramiya Chiye sat on the edge of the bed, took out his cell phone and saw that it was a text message from Horii Suzune.

[Hiramichi-san, did you get home safely? ]

Pinggong Qianye thought for a moment, then typed and sent it.

【Just finished taking a shower】

【I am really sorry to bother you with what happened today】

[It’s not a problem. I’m happy to help Horii-san.]

After all, every time Horii Suzune asked him for help, she could earn a considerable amount of money.

After sending the message, Heimiya Chiye turned off the lights in the room, lay on the bed, and logged into the Pudu APP jointly launched by the All Japan Buddhist Association.

While browsing the new messages and new commissions on the APP today, I chatted with Horii Suzune.

Monks like Pinggong Qianye who have been recorded in the book have special passes that allow them to enter an interface exclusively for Buddhist practitioners.

The interface is very simple, with just three more functions than the normal version.

One is to open up channels for communication, which is equivalent to a large forum.

One is to save people from suffering, which is roughly equivalent to the mission hall.

The last one is merit dedication, which is similar to a complete merit point redemption system.

By answering other Buddhist practitioners’ questions online, you can gain merit points equal to the difficulty of the questions.

After completing the commissioned task, you can obtain merit points in addition to the reward provided by the client.

The accumulated merit points can be exchanged for secret scriptures of some sects.

If you have enough merit points, you can also exchange them for magical instruments blessed by high monks.

Pinggong Qianye likes this system very much, which means he can get a lot of resources for free.

He turned 16 this year and was in the first year of high school before he successfully joined this APP.

A complete newbie.

As a newbie, his favorite thing to do is to act like a big shot and give lectures on the forum!

Not only can you give advice and write inspiring articles, but you can also earn a considerable amount of merit points.

He gave himself the online name: Yilian Tuosheng. It sounds very cool.

Whenever he gave lectures, there were always some Buddhist practitioners who liked to call him Master Liansheng.

His lectures consist of posting messages and writing stories.

Some are completely fictional, while others are real exorcism experiences.

Every time he wrote a third or a key part, he would set the following content to pay-per-view only.

Pinggong Qianye always thought that he was very conscientious. For a normal post, he only charged 1 merit point.

Equivalent to 100 yen.

After all, donating money for incense to temples can be considered a merit.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before! A cruel monster actually separated a pair of childhood sweethearts who had been together for 30 years!”

Pinggong Qianye thought for a moment and typed a large and eye-catching post title on his mobile phone.

In this forum with mixed information, he, Master Liansheng, relies on his skill of using clickbait titles to attract enough attention.

There are many eminent monks in the forum. The contents of their posts are profound and difficult to understand, and they don’t like to use technological products such as mobile phones.

Normally they would ask their disciples to post their views and explanations on Buddhist scriptures on the forum for free, just like writing a paper.

It’s filled with text.

But Master Liansheng is different.

He first attracted attention by choosing a good title, and then used his storytelling ability to portray a simple exorcism commission as something grand and full of twists and turns.

The story has a smooth introduction, development, turn and ending.

So, the prerequisite for hard work is to choose a suitable track first.

Pinggong Qianye found the direction where he could exert his strength here, and ran wildly all the way.

After only being on the forum for a few months, he has already gained considerable fame.

One minute after the post was created, three new messages appeared in the post.

“The storytelling session of Master Liansheng is about to begin again!”

“Front row, front row, melon seed soda for sale.”

“Make way, I’ll take a seat first.”

Pinggong Qianye only took a quick glance and found that these three people were familiar faces. They often came to support him when he posted before.

Every time this happened, he would feel that this APP was not well done as it did not even have a reward function!
Chilling!
How can those readers who like to spend money on themselves express their love for themselves?

It would be better to create a reward ranking list to give the top person on the list more exposure and face.

As Pinggong Qianye was thinking, he wrote down his experience into a roughly similar story.

He would add, delete or modify key information such as names and places, and would not involve people or events in reality.

Of course, in order to achieve his writing purpose, he would usually quietly upgrade the evil spirits he faced to several levels.

And reduce one’s own strength by several levels.

If you always write that the evil spirit is killed with a single slap, readers will feel that the evil spirit is too weak, and the sense of tension and excitement will be lost.

Therefore, Hiramiya Chiye usually describes the battle situations as being more tragic.

After fighting for more than ten minutes, I got some bruises on my body.

Well, this is also for the convenience of increasing the word count.

It took me 20 minutes to finalize the story and set up the paid content at key points.

I checked it again from beginning to end and found no problems.

Pinggong Qianye began to read the messages on the forum, which was a great spiritual enjoyment.

It is probably that he is unknown in the real world, but on the Internet, he holds the keyboard with one hand and becomes the King of Keyboard, with no one to compete with him.

The road to the key is as lonely as snow.

“A lantern covered with green paper… a green lantern. This is a famous monster. Is Master Liansheng already this powerful?”

“A lotus is reborn. Looking at the description of this battle, it’s more like a palm is reborn.”

“Master Liansheng is so good at writing stories, could he be a writer in the real world?”

“What a sad story. After 30 years of separation, even if they were childhood sweethearts, they would have already married.”

“Leave a paw print and look forward to the subsequent encounter story.”

Pinggong Chiye read through their comments with great interest.

buzzing.

The private message from the mailbox made Pinggong Qianye stop reading the comments and switch to the mailbox.

It was Horii Suzune. It was almost 3 a.m. and she hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

[Hiramichi, do you have time to take me around Arakawa tomorrow? ]

[I will only have time tomorrow afternoon]

[It just so happens that I probably won’t wake up before 12 o’clock tomorrow]

[Hori, staying up late will seriously affect your appearance]

[Hiramichi, can my appearance score be 100? ]

Hiramiya Chiye chatted for a while with Horii Suzune, who was particularly energetic tonight and sent her text messages frequently. Finally, she said good night, put away her phone and went to sleep.

(End of this chapter)