Chapter 190 It’s so noisy!

Chapter 190 It’s so noisy!

“…Buddha carving master…”

Feeling slightly confused, Yunyi looked at the master chef with a puzzled look.

Seeing this, the master chef didn't think much about it. He determined that Yunyi was a good guy. His eyes were full of memories. After a moment, he readily told the other party what he knew.

"...Hmm...I remember that the Buddha carving master was a quiet young man. I didn't see him very often. The few times I saw him, he was accompanied by the daughter of the Fujiwara family to sell Buddha statues."

Halfway through his words, the chef paused, his face looking extremely conflicted, as if he was considering whether to continue.

Finally, looking at Yunyi's face with an even more confused look, he sighed and said what was hidden in his heart.

"…But one year, I worked very late and was ready to go home at midnight. But when I passed the town entrance, I saw the Buddha carving master standing at the town entrance with a knife in hand, not moving!"

At this point, a trace of fear flashed across the chef's face, and his face turned even paler.

"…You don't know…how terrifying the look in that Buddha carving master's eyes was…the moment I saw him, I didn't dare to move at all…"

He kept saying this to comfort his beating heart, as if the shock he felt back then had not yet dissipated.

"Fortunately... when the sun rose, the Buddha carving master left on his own... Since then, I have never worked late at night again..."

Listening carefully to the master's account of his past experiences, Yunyi's brows gradually furrowed, and he kept wondering in his heart who the Buddha carving master was.

The master chef looked at Yunyi who was thinking, the fear on his face disappeared, and he smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Haha, stop thinking about it. It's getting late. We should find a place to stay as soon as possible."

After saying that, he left first, leaving Yuanyi alone to fall into thought. He always felt that the Buddha carving master must be no ordinary person.

But at this moment, Tanjiro's exclamation suddenly rang out.

"Mr. Kokushibo, you can't run out without permission!"

Just as he finished speaking, accompanied by a chaotic noise, the door of the blacksmith shop was pushed open by a short figure.

Yuan Yi, whose thoughts were interrupted, turned his head away, and the next moment his eyes were slightly stunned.

A strange figure covered with clothes stood outside the gate. The body hidden under the clothes was trembling slightly. After seeing the stunned Yunyi, the trembling became more violent.

The next moment, Kokushibo's voice was heard from it.

"...You actually...do such a vulgar job...you are unworthy of the name of a samurai!"

The voice attracted the attention of the blacksmiths who had not left yet. Feeling the gazes from all directions, Yoriichi ignored the angry Kokushibo in front of him, walked straight out of the blacksmith shop, and spoke to Tanjiro who was outside the house and felt desperate.

“…follow…”

"Ok!"

At first, he temporarily regained his enthusiasm and loudly expressed his understanding to Yuichiro, but then he looked at the pile of "clothes" standing motionless in the blacksmith shop and immediately became deflated again.

He walked up to Kokushibo and stuffed the clothes and the ghost into the box without thinking twice. Then he used all his strength, squeezed out the last bit of physical strength to use the Sun Breathing, and chased after Yoriichi with Kokushibo.

A moment later, the two men and the ghost walked out of the town. After walking along a mountain road, an ancient courtyard wall appeared in front of everyone.

Standing outside the open door, Yunyi could tell at a glance that there was no one inside, and walked into the yard with Tanjiro, who was about to shout to see if there was anyone there.

As soon as he entered the yard, Tanjiro was attracted by a Buddhist temple that looked somewhat old. He stood at the bottom of the steps, clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly in worship.

Then he murmured.

"excuse me."

He walked into the Buddhist temple carrying Kokushibo on his back.

Outside the Buddhist temple, when he entered the yard, Yuanyi was stunned at the first sight. Everything in front of him seemed like he had seen it somewhere, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

In a daze, Yuan took two steps forward subconsciously, but when he looked down, the ghost Buddha with spiritual fire burning under his feet completely restored his memory.

He raised his head and looked towards the temple in front of him, his eyes regained their composure.

...It's that Buddhist temple...so the Buddha carving master is naturally...

In his mind, the face of the taciturn ninja appeared in his mind.

Is it him...

At this moment, Tanjiro walked out of the Buddhist temple and looked at Yoriichi who was staring at the empty ground. He suddenly felt a little creepy and asked curiously.

"Mr. Yunichi...what are you looking at..."

Hearing Tanjiro's voice, Yoriichi looked at the somewhat frightened Tanjiro thoughtfully, pondering secretly in his heart.

...Is it only me who can see it...

Without saying a word, Yoriichi shook his head and walked back to the Buddhist temple with Tanjiro.

Entering the Buddhist hall, Tanjiro took out tonight's food from the box of supplies and began to prepare it silently. Kokushibo also crawled out of the box by himself, but did not return to his adult state. He still maintained his childhood appearance and looked coldly at Yoriichi.

Knowing why the other party had that expression, Yoshiichirō didn't respond immediately. He just sat next to the busy Tanjiro, looked at Kokushibo, and then spoke slowly.

"...The age of the samurai...has passed for hundreds of years...Onii-sama..."

He continued speaking regardless of the other party's frown.

"Whether you are a demon... or I am a ghost who has returned from the distant past... we are no longer samurai..."

Hearing this, Kokushibo's pupils shrank, and then he stopped staring at Yoshiichirō, but just lowered his head so that no one could see his expression.

Tanjiro was heating up his food and looking at the brothers with a puzzled look on his face. His sense of smell, which he was so proud of, could not smell at all what the two were feeling at the moment.

After a long time, Tanjiro filled his stomach and Yoriichi also ate a little symbolically. In the middle of the meal, Tanjiro took a steamed bun and asked Kokushibo if he wanted to eat some. However, he was forced back by the other party with a look of stupidity and there was no follow-up.

Curled up on the ground, Tanjiro lit all the candles under the Buddha statue to add some warmth to the cold winter, and covered himself with some clothes so as not to shiver from the cold.

He closed his eyes and lay there for a while. After a day of running around, the pain in his body made it impossible for him to sleep peacefully. He opened his eyes and glanced at Yoshiichi, who had his eyes closed, his brows frowned, and his hand tightly holding the large black sword.

Is Mr. Yunyi dreaming? How strange...

Thinking this in his mind, Tanjiro looked at Kokushibo who was still kneeling on the ground and obviously not asleep. Unable to sleep, he had some questions he wanted to ask the other party.

He crawled over quietly and spoke to Kokushibo in a low voice.

"...Mr. Kokushibo, I want to ask you something..."

But Kokushibo ignored him, thinking that his voice was too soft and the other party didn't hear him, so Tanjiro gradually raised his voice.

"...Mr. Kokushibo...Mr. Kokushibo, Mr. Kokushibo!"

As the sound increased, the veins on Kokushibo's forehead gradually increased, and a sharp blade could be seen sticking out from under his clothes, and he growled at Tanjiro.

"Shut up the noisy kid!"

Then he took a deep breath, suppressed the blue veins on his forehead, retracted the extended blade, tried to remain calm and whispered.

“…Go ahead…”