Chapter 405: 154. Feitu Mountain, your god has returned. _4
Kasahara Fumi imagined that scene and thought it was beautiful.
Not long after, a small hot spring resort appeared by the roadside, with a green-painted rain shelter, like a solitary island in the mountains. Kasahara Fumi parked the car, and the three of them took their simple luggage, got out of the car, and walked.
The rich scent of grass filled the air, surrounded by lush green forests, giving a sense of abundant oxygen.
Several dogs barked and followed behind them.
"The air is so fresh!" Kawashima Miki stretched with a big yawn and curiously looked at the dogs behind, "Why are they following us?"
"I’m the boss here." Fujiwara Reya snapped his fingers with a smile.
Those few yellow dogs immediately seemed to have been paused, standing still and saluting him with their eyes.
"You’re the dog boss!" Kawashima Miki kicked his butt playfully and laughed happily.
"Then you must be the dog lady."
"Not bad."
Being called the dog lady, Kawashima Miki wasn’t angry and seemed to enjoy it.
They bypassed the village and headed into the mountains.
Gradually, there were no more houses or fields around.
Next to a road almost buried by grass, a small river flowed by, the water clear, occasionally carrying floating leaves.
After crossing a small wooden bridge, a hiking trail appeared by the roadside. A group of tourists with backpacks was excitedly and restlessly murmuring. They all wore blue ribbons on their chests, looking healthy, with straight backs.
Seeing two beauties passing by, someone even whistled.
"Disgusting!"
Kawashima Miki glared coldly at them.
Instantly, the group felt a chill, and their legs trembled as they fell into the water.
Then, Kawashima Miki, as if to prove that she was already taken, reached out and wrapped her arm around Fujiwara Reya’s arm.
"What about you?" Fujiwara Reya looked at Kasahara Fumi and extended his hand as well, "Come on, hold onto me."
Kasahara Fumi glanced at his arm being held close to Kawashima Miki’s chest, and her expression instantly turned cold.
"Don’t overthink it, there’s a barrier in front, you can’t get in without holding my hand." Fujiwara Reya explained.
"..." Kasahara Fumi hesitated, gritted her teeth, and slowly extended her hand into his palm.
Fujiwara Reya immediately spread his fingers, interlocking them tightly with hers.
"...You!" Kasahara Fumi’s whole body shuddered.
"Haha, let’s go home!" Fujiwara Reya didn’t care what she was thinking, holding both of their hands, and continued walking into the mountains.
The small hiking trail, flanked by continuous woodlands, occasionally echoed with the chirping of birds. The sound seemed particularly clear, as if it had been partially amplified.
"Ah, places without people are still the most comfortable." Kawashima Miki and Fujiwara Reya held hands, walking along the leaf-covered path, recalling the people they had just encountered, and heaving a sigh of resignation: "For a woman, being beautiful is a curse, no matter what kind of man, just one look at me, and they immediately turn into beasts, harboring evil thoughts."
"Don’t lump me in with them." Fujiwara Reya complained.
"You’re a beast too!" Kawashima Miki grumbled, shaking her hand.
Her small hand was held tightly by him and couldn’t be shaken off.
"I think the same." Kasahara Fumi felt the cool breeze in the forest and the burning heat on her cheeks, "Just walking casually along the street, every man I pass by always looks at me with a greedy glint in their eyes, following me relentlessly. Just walking around like this makes me feel annoyed."
Fujiwara Reya thought they were acting like they were in Versailles.
But that didn’t matter, as they were all his, stepping through the sunlight scattered on the leaves, he thought smugly: only he was worthy of them.
"Are we there yet?" Kawashima Miki asked, looking into the distance.
Surrounded by mountains and forests as far as the eye could see, after walking for a while, it left one feeling uneasy.
"See that." Fujiwara Reya pointed with his chin, "Once we get through there, we’ll be there."
The two women looked in the direction he pointed.
A dark tunnel embedded at the mountain’s base, from a distance, it looked like an entrance to another world.
In the world of yokai, tunnels are akin to the torii gates in the human world, serving as passages separating two worlds.
"Let’s go in."
Fujiwara Reya, holding the two of them, stepped into the tunnel.
"Buzz~"
The air vibrated slightly, and a cool breeze brushed by.
As the vision dimmed and then brightened, Kawashima Miki was surprised to find herself standing on a sunny slope. The summer breeze blew, and the crisp leaves danced joyfully, while the winding rivers, green fields, and undulating hills extended infinitely before her eyes.
In the further distance, amidst the shimmering spots of light, rustic buildings peeked through the tangled forests. Flag-bearing ancient houses, wooden bridges leading to narrow alleys, clear waters flowing under bridges, and docks shrouded in mist. Beneath the shadows of leaves, small fish swam, and transparent shrimps perched on the tips of blades of grass.
"This is Hidden God Town." Fujiwara Reya looked up, sensing the long-awaited atmosphere of his hometown, "Spanning from north to south through Toyama, Niigata, Nagano, and Gifu prefectures, the Feitu Mountain range encompasses tens of thousands of square kilometers of yokai world, the sleeping palace of the Mountain God..."
The two women imitated him, looking up to sense the atmosphere.
The air was so startlingly fresh here, the surrounding silence so profound that it demanded one to readjust their hearing to adapt to it. The sky seemed to penetrate the heights, without a trace of clouds, and the skin could freely feel the gentle warmth of the sunlight.
"Why is there no noise?" Kawashima Miki asked.
"If you want noise, that’s easy." Fujiwara Reya laughed.
He suddenly released their hands, instead wrapping his arms around their waists, and before the two women could react, he shouted: "Hold on tight!"
Swish—
White wings unfolded.
With the sound of breaking through the air, they soared up.
It was at this moment that changes came upon the world.
Initially, birds flew out, gathering more and more in the sky, chirping as if playing a musical symphony. Then, from the lakes and rivers, fish leaped out, one after another, with various colors appearing in a dancing manner.
"Chu-lu-lu, lu-ge-ge..."
From the depths of the forest midway up the mountain came a beautiful melody, the sound of a flute.
With a lotus leaf hat on its head, the chubby Longmao Housekeeper adorably waved its short, chubby hands.
More and more translucent spirits appeared above the treetops; yokai usually hiding their forms emerged from their nests, and from above, looking down, the area became an ocean of yokai.
"People of the Feitu Mountains," Fujiwara Reya stood in mid-air, his gaze slowly sweeping over each mountain peak, "Your god has returned!"
Immediately, a shout like a landslide and tsunami surged from all directions.
"Welcome back, Nagano Mountain God—"
"Welcome back, Nagano Mountain God—"
"Welcome back, Nagano Mountain God—"
Accompanied by the supporting sounds of the yokai resounding through the valley, the shouts reverberated in the canyon, never weakening. Not only on the ground, but in the water and air too, all were crowded with various yokai. Mountain Children played flutes, Mountain Spirits beat drums, and Tengu brought out a red carpet, laying out a corridor leading to the Mountain Temple from the air. Most astonishingly, a few Itsukimaten, snake-bodied with human faces, of Demon King level strength, rose into the sky, coiled like barriers around the red carpet.
Kawashima Miki and Kasahara Fumi were both dumbfounded.
This unprecedented and stunning scene rendered them speechless for a long time. Even Mrs. Kasahara, hiding in Kasahara Fumi’s handbag, widened her eyes, staring for a long while at Fujiwara Reya with wings.
He really is the great Tengu—
And also the Nagano Mountain God—
At this moment, the high and mighty Chairman Kasahara suddenly became worried.
She feared she couldn’t handle it.
But this little rascal indeed had that kind of courage, and enough shamelessness... Mrs. Kasahara thought, one day in the future, she was bound to play with fire and get burned, in turn being handled by him. Even though she was quite large, one hand definitely wouldn’t be enough to hold...