Looking around, there are a total of 6 guards neatly separated on the left and right of Tangmen.

All of them were wearing helmets and armor, swords on their waists, and spears in their hands pointing toward the sky. They were well equipped or not.

They are all sergeants of the "Third Division" (the bodyguard of the general who conquered the barbarians).

There are 12 groups in total, and each group takes turns guarding Edo Castle, Nijo Castle, and Osaka Castle according to the month.

The four living people, two men and two women, stood upright within their reach, looking openly at the gate of Nijo Castle. As a result, not only did they not come to drive them away, they did not even stop them.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”

One of the guards yawned loudly.

One by one of these guards guarding the door, they all had dull expressions and empty eyes, staring blankly into the void ahead.

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After leaving Nijo Castle, under the expert guidance of Mr. and Mrs. Komaki, the group turned onto the complicated streets and visited various important places in Kyoto.

Although Komu and his wife look young, their understanding of Kyoto has a vague "old Kyoto" feel to them.

Where is this, what is that, what is the name of this place, where is that place... they all picked it up at their fingertips.

In terms of understanding of Kyoto, those old people who have lived in this city for most of their lives are probably not as good as the Komu couple.

Kyoto deserves to be an ancient capital with a long history, full of temples and shrines.

It is no exaggeration to say that every time you go to a new place, you will always see one or more temples.

Along the way, Qingden's feelings were roughly like this - temple, shrine, temple, shrine, temple, temple, shrine, temple, shrine,...

So many temples! So many shrines!

Among them are many famous shrines and ancient temples that have lasted for hundreds or thousands of years. Each name is more terrifying than the last. They are either the headquarters of this sect, the headquarters of that god, or they are "the most" and "the first".

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So far, the temples Aoto and Sanako have visited include but are not limited to:

The headquarters of the Rinzai sect: Nanzenji Temple.

The main mountain of the Tendai Sect, known as the "Mother Mountain of Japanese Buddhism": Mount Hiei Enryaku-ji Temple.

The main shrine of Inari Shrine is the spectacular Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine with tens of thousands of torii gates winding up the mountain.

The main headquarters of Atago Shrine: Mount Atago.

The tallest ancient wooden pagoda in Japan: Toji Temple Five-Storied Pagoda.

The place of temple is supposed to be a clean and peaceful place.

However... while passing a certain monastery, Qingdeng caught a glimpse of a businessman covered in silk clothes talking to an old monk dressed as an abbot.

With the excellent hearing endowed by his talent "Wind Perception +1", he clearly heard the following conversation:

"Abbott, I have donated another 2,000 taels of gold to your temple this time. In this way, I have donated a full 60,000 taels of gold to your temple. According to you..."

The businessman stopped in time at a meaningful place, did not say any more, and drew out his voice quietly.

The abbot—whose beard and eyebrows are gray, and who must be in his 70s—clasped his hands together, smiled broadly, and his eyes were squeezed into two thin slits by the upward bulging apple muscles.

From the appearance, the abbot has the appearance of an eminent monk.

Kind eyebrows, kind eyes, and a pleasant face.

However, when he spoke, he emitted a philistine spirit that could not be concealed.

"Donor, please rest assured that a person as kind and generous as the benefactor will definitely be able to reach the Pure Land of Western Bliss when he is reborn."

When the businessman heard this, he let out a sigh of relief.

"That's good, that's good!"

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In addition to quaint places of interest, Kyoto also has Fusheng business district and splendid markets full of fireworks.

The "cooling beds" built by merchants on the banks of the Kamogawa River.

The total length is about 400 meters and the road width is 3-5 meters. There are more than 130 food shops on both sides of the narrow street. All the materials required for making Kyoto cuisine can be purchased here. It is known as the "Kyoto Kitchen"

The well-known Nishiki Market.

While passing by the noisy and prosperous Kam Market, Qingden spotted a man in ragged clothes.

He was covered in dirt, his face was full of vicissitudes of life, and his hands and feet were dotted with frostbite as big as pigeon eggs.

He huddled on the side of the street like a ghost, shouting something.

Although the volume was loud, the local accent was too strong, and even Qingdeng, who had read countless people, could not understand what he was saying.

However, judging from his expression and appearance, he should be a refugee fleeing from other places.

The content of what he shouted was probably to pray for kind people to give him a job.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

On the one hand, it was because no one understood what he said.

On the other hand, even if he understands, there are really very few people who have the ability to help him.

Whether in cities or rural areas, the harvest has been poor in recent years.

The lackluster years, coupled with the gradual collapse of the natural economy caused by the intervention of foreign capital, have made farmers' lives increasingly difficult.

Starting a few years ago, incidents of various sizes have been breaking out one after another across Japan.

Every turmoil creates countless refugees.

These refugees, who have nowhere to go, have no choice but to flock to major cities to seek life.

In fact, after being led by Komaki and his wife on a tour of Kyoto, Ayoto had already witnessed many refugees on the streets, river beaches, under bridge piers and other places where rats and insects gathered.

They left their hometown with hope, but were doomed to struggle with despair.

How can Kyoto, which has been harassed by lofty ideals for a long time and entrenched by various forces and has become a powder keg, have a prosperous economy?

It is true that "the landlord's family has no surplus grain".

Only one refugee out of ten can survive in Kyoto.

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Kyoto’s natural scenery is also one of a kind.

In spring, cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky, and in autumn, red maples dye the mountains and fields of Arashiyama.

Sagano is dotted with temples such as Tsunekokoji Temple, Nonomiya Shrine, and Tenryuji Temple.

While walking on the mountainside of Arashiyama, Qingden heard this conversation coming from behind him:

"Ayu, here you go! This is my gift to you!"

"The Minister of War's sachet? Master, I can't afford such an expensive gift!"

[Note·Hingbuqing sachet: a kind of incense synthesized from various spices, Hingbuqing is the brand of this incense]

"Hahaha! Accept it with peace of mind! My business has been very good recently! Baked Tofu always borrows money to survive! My pawn shop is full of swords!"

A man over fifty, with a big belly, held a beautiful girl in his arms affectionately, who was at least 20 years younger than him.

[Note: The tofu in the Edo period was very hard. Even if a bamboo skewer was inserted into the tofu, it would not break. Because two bamboo skewers were often inserted into the tofu, some people used this to ridicule the samurai and called the samurai "grilled tofu". 】

The girl covered her mouth and smiled sweetly:

"These days, I use the best knife to cut radishes."

"Humph, those grilled tofu that sell knife blades put bamboo slices into the handle of the knife to make up for the appearance. As long as the blade is tightly tightened in the sheath, it will be difficult to tell from the outside that they have

I sold the knife strips. These baked tofus don’t know anything else, but each one is better than the last at how to pack hard goods! Even if I haven’t eaten, I insist on holding a toothpick in my mouth, I’m really not ashamed!”

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Time passes.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting in the west.

"Hmm~~ It's been a long time since I roamed around Kyoto like I did today."

Atachi raised his arms and stretched out like a cat.

"Mr. Komaki, Miss Atachi, thank you very much for today."

Saying that, Sanako folded his hands in front of him and bowed respectfully to the Komu couple.

Upon seeing this, A-Machi waved his hand and said sincerely:
To be continued...