Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

Adachi Ward, Takenotsuka Town.

Takenotsuka is a relatively prosperous area in Adachi. After all, it is close to the station, people come and go, it is naturally convenient, and the food and customs industries are very popular.

Shops in the island country do not necessarily have to be located along the street. For example, some small membership-only shops, some water merchants, and special bars are actually opened in buildings similar to apartments. Once you walk in, there is something special about it, and of course you need to register.

After about half an hour, the monk came out of the shop of the old woman Mama Sang.

"Amitabha, benefactor, I have found it for you, next time be careful not to forget these things somewhere."

There are no ghosts or corpses in the wall, but someone put a few small dead fish in the curtain tube, and it stinks after a long time in the summer.

When she found out the little fish that came in, Mama Sang's face was not very good.

"Oh, remember, remember." Mom Sang Yue looked at the monk's bald head, the more joyful she was, "Master, this is thank you gold, thank you for exorcising evil spirits in the shop."

The envelope contained money, which still looked a little thick.

Mama Sang earns a lot of money, no matter what, it is a high-paying industry.

"No need." The monk shook his head, lowered his head and smiled, "Even if there is no poor monk, the benefactor will find it, it's just a simple matter."

"Physical exorcism is also exorcism, how can you not be grateful? If you don't accept it, the Buddha will punish me for being so greedy."

"In this case, the benefactor might as well give the little monk some food."

Seeing that the monk was unmoved, Mama Sang also understood that this monk was different from the previous monk customers in the store, that this was a real monk.

"What are you talking about, boy, I think you are not young..." Mom Sang really found something to eat from the refrigerator cabinet.

Although water merchants mainly sell services, they also have snacks.

There are a lot of things, not many staple foods, but there are a lot of snacks and desserts, as well as emergency bread. What really fills the stomach is the small sushi, and some drinks are stuffed in the bag by the way.

"Thank you benefactor."

Mother Sang looked at the monk affectionately, and reluctantly handed over the business card, "The owner of the workshop doesn't have a business card, I don't know which temple's master, so I can go to worship Buddha in the future, and we can meet again."

"Hey, there is no such thing." Mama Sang's business card is full of the style of water merchants, and it is too exaggerated to describe. "I am just a wandering monk. Wherever I go, every inch of land I stand on is a temple."

There was another sound of Amitabha, and only the back of the monk was left.

Listening to the monk's words, the corner of Mama-sang's clothes moved.

Carrying a bag of food, the monk walked on the noisy street without looking back in the night.

The breeze was blowing, and the flags and banners of the shops on the street were swaying beside the monk, shadows and shadows.

The bustling colorful lights blended with the darkness of the night. Mama-san pressed the flap of her clothes and put her hands on her chest. She seemed to return to the era of Momoe Yamaguchi and Ashin in a trance. Those were her young memories.

Learning, falling in love, being cheated, going on the road of no return, struggling in the quagmire, adapting, and then using the quagmire in reverse, I have become an old woman under the wasted time.

If I could have met this monk when I was young, would the trajectory of my life be completely different? I hate you for being late!

Seeing the monks walking further and further away, Mama Sang held the railing tightly: "He is a good man."

When the monk's back was about to disappear in the crowd of thousands of faces, she opened her mouth wide, and the wrinkles on her face stretched towards the roots of her ears.

Young memories are pinched together with the present scene, and the voices of people on the sleepless street are rolling in the ears.

The figure of the monk is getting bigger and bigger in her eyes, and other irrelevant things in the world are getting smaller and smaller.

The breeze was sucked into the mouth, and then squeezed out of the chest, converging into explosive notes in the mouth.

"Welcome to come next time!"

The back of the bald man carrying the bag is a bit lonely, and he doesn't fit in with this lively street.

The monk walked for a while, followed the location in memory, and skillfully found a hidden corner behind a regiment.

This is relatively hidden, because it is less than 50 meters away from the turn, and it is a relatively popular street. The neon lights and human voices are mixed together, highlighting Tokyo's glamorous modernization.

But at such a distance, a group of homeless people are boarding in the narrow aisle, and they have not been spotted by the spotlight, so it is not hidden.

They live in shacks.

The shack resembles a tomb from the Kofun era.

standing tombstone.

A shelter from the wind and rain is a house made of simple plywood. The doors and windows are made of plastic found in garbage collection points. The advantage of going down to sleep is that you don't have to be afraid of being crushed to death when an earthquake comes.

Some homeless people will also pay attention to placing the collected things outside the shack, such as the figures thrown away by the otaku, children's toys, and all kinds of weird things. Some crazy people come and steal their homeless stuff.

From birth to now, the only valuable thing in the whole body is a life.

Can this life still be stolen?

Seeing the monk approaching, a homeless man in the hut shouted: "The great virtuous man is here!"

"oh!"

"What else is delicious?"

"I said why I smell the fragrance."

After a while, figures emerged from the seemingly dead shacks. Whether they were elite workers, construction workers, stock speculators, or even entrepreneurs before wandering, under the long-term influence, the characters of the homeless gradually tended to be homogeneous. change.

Their usual food is cooked together with some materials provided by everyone, or the breakfast is a meal donated by a charity organization. The clear soup with little water and rice balls can be mixed with food and clothing, and the taste must not be there.

It is said that such a meal can also make the ancient country warriors shed sad tears.

In several districts outside Tokyo, as well as in various cities under the jurisdiction of Tokyo, the number of homeless people is not rare. It is only because of the experienced management of the government that there are no large slums.

"I'm disappointed everyone. It's all food that you can't control." The monk untied the bag, revealing the food that Mama Sang sent.

"Wow?! Cake?"

"Wine, it's wine."

"This wine is good wine. You can drink 600 glasses in an izakaya."

As long as it's not pure alcohol, it's fine wine for them.

"There is also sashimi, good luck, who has leftover wasabi?"

The homeless people sincerely lamented the richness of the food. Although they usually don’t starve to death, there is no way to eat well. Seeing so much delicious food in the bag this time, how could they not be excited.

"Fangzhu, don't you want to eat?"

"I don't eat after lunch."

"Strange, a monk like you is really strange."

A homeless man walked over with a lame cat in his arms, and patted the guy on the shoulder: "This is a human rule, and people like you don't understand it."