The white-robed monk spoke eloquently about the history of 'Kaminarimon,' and Wei Yue seemed to listen attentively, as if he truly knew nothing about it. In reality, he heard these things every time he came here in his official capacity; he had heard them hundreds of times since childhood, but he still had to endure listening because it was tradition and the face of the Japanese aristocracy.
As we passed through Kaminarimon, the pilgrims around me bowed their heads in reverence and devotion. Behind Kaminarimon is a street called Nakamise, a 300-meter-long approach leading from Kaminarimon to Hozomon and the main hall. It is one of Japan's oldest shopping streets.
According to the white-robed monk beside me, this street actually originated after Tokugawa Ieyasu established the Edo Shogunate. Due to the increase in Edo's population and the large number of worshippers visiting Senso-ji Temple, Senso-ji Temple was granted the privilege of operating shops within the temple grounds or along the pilgrimage route, thus forming this "Nakamise".
As Wei Yue passed by the place where fortune-telling was done, she paused briefly, then drew a fortune stick. The inscription on the stick read:
Ze Shang Ying
White birds skim the clouds, the clouds and feathers are the same color.
My heart is filled with thoughts of a woman, and the fireflies on the marsh are like her soul.
"What does this mean?" Wei Yue handed the divination slip to the monk beside her; they were more professional at dealing with these mystical things.
The white-robed monk took it, glanced at it, and smiled, "This is a very auspicious fortune stick, but it depends on what you ask. The interpretation will vary depending on the question."
"I...ask about marriage."
"Then congratulations, Young Master Yuan. The meaning of this fortune is: 'White birds and clouds meet in the sky, their colors are the same, a perfect match. Longing for someone, seeing fireflies on the marsh, one even suspects they are sleepwalking souls from one's own body.' You and your future wife will surely live in harmony."
So beautiful?
Wei Yue glanced sideways, suspecting that the bald monk had come with a mission and was deliberately interpreting the fortune stick in a positive light. However, he had indeed drawn the stick himself, and the meaning of the inscription seemed plausible…
Let's draw another one!
Wei Yue drew another one and unconsciously read it aloud:
Born as a spider,
A net must be made.
"What does this mean?" Wei Yue asked.
The monk smiled mysteriously, "Weaving a net is like forming a connection."
Wei Yue remained silent for a long while, then suddenly said, "Has Your Highness arrived? Please take me to see her." (To be continued...)
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