The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1543 A Very Powerful Onmyoji (55)

Jing Qingran looked at him, then nodded: "Okay, that's fine."

Seimei smiled.

"I'm tired of going to such a formal mansion. If you are willing to go with me, I feel more confident. Thank you, Boya." Qingming said.

"Qingming, you don't need to thank me, you are willing to ask me to go with you, in fact, I am also very happy." Jing Qingran said.

Soon after, it was evening.

There is a vast expanse of white snow on the ground, and the sky is slowly getting dark. Now that it is evening, the sky is brighter, and it looks brighter with the reflection of the white snow.

Lieutenant General Fujiwara also sent an ox cart over to Seimei's mansion.

Qingming and Jing Qingran went out together, and the four servants stood beside the ox cart, waiting for them to arrive. After they arrived, they greeted each other, then boarded the ox cart and left.

On the bullock cart, there is a brazier with charcoal burning in the brazier, exuding a strong warmth.

The two sat down around the brazier, and the ox cart moved forward.

However, just as the ox cart started, a voice sounded from outside the cart: "Hello, Qingming—"

Qingming opened the curtain of the car and looked out, and saw an old man standing beside the ox cart, his hair was a little gray and messy, it seemed that he hadn't washed it for a long time, he was wearing tattered clothes, and his face was wrinkled.

Seimei recognized him as Ashiya Michimitsu.

"So it's Michiman Ashiya." Seimei said respectfully.

Daoman is also a well-known onmyoji.

Daoman smiled and nodded to him as a greeting: "Qingming, hello."

"Master Daoman is here for something?" Qingming asked him.

"Oh, there is indeed something wrong." Daoman said with a smile, "You are planning to go to Lieutenant General Fujiwara, right?"

"That's right, Lieutenant General Fujiwara sent someone to pick me up." Seimei nodded.

"Qingming, this matter is originally my business..." Daoman said.

"Oh? How do you say that?" Qingming asked.

"Qingming, you go first, and you will know after you go. No matter what happens, half of it is on my head. If things go well, then Qingming, I will go and get half." Daoman smiled slightly , looking at Seimei in the carriage.

Qingming still didn't quite understand, neither did Jing Qingran, but Daoman didn't explain too much, he turned around and walked away.

In this vast white snow, Daoman walked farther and farther. If you look carefully, he has no shoes, no socks, nothing on his feet, and he is barefoot.

He still walked leisurely, and he didn't see any coldness.

He probably used some kind of technique to bless his body.With such a thought in her mind, Qingming lowered the car curtain as well.

……

The bullock cart moved forward.

Gradually, the ox carts also came to the mansion of Lieutenant General Fujiwara.

Qingming and Jing Qingran got out of the bullock cart and walked into the mansion, with attendants leading them the way.

Lieutenant General Fujiwara is suffering from the simian disease, and his condition is quite serious now. He is bedridden at home, suffering from pain all over his body, causing him to cry out again and again.

His body was very hot, very hot, as if steam would come out of his body, which made him very uncomfortable.

His consciousness was fuzzy, his whole body was sweating all the time, his whole body was covered with sweat, and his whole body was in great pain.

He lay in bed, surrounded by others, not knowing what to do to ease his pain.

"It's so hot..." Lieutenant General Fujiwara shouted in pain.

(End of this chapter)