[Comprehensive Comic] Shenzi Tomie is not doing his job properly

A white-haired boy about eight or nine years old dragged a taller girl wearing a curtain hat through the shops on both sides of the road.

Looking at everything in the human shop with curiosity.

Behind them was a woman who must be a nanny.

The white-haired boy gestured at the girl with something like a comb and hairpin, as if he wanted to open the curtain and put it on her, but the girl slapped his hand away.

The boy was cheerful and showed no emotion like anger.

The man who had been watching them for a while finally stood next to the girl.

The girl turned her head to look at him curiously. She was a man in his twenties. The clothes and manners are very elegant. The clothes are still embroidered with the rattan family crest.

He is a member of the Fujiwara clan.

"This lady." The man spoke slowly, with interest in his eyes.

He was actually looking at the woman who had been following them just now, because she was a beauty with excellent appearance and temperament.

But after following her for a while, his attention was attracted by the boy and girl she was looking at.

Not to mention the young man, the figure of the girl wearing a curtain hat is already very attractive even though she has not yet matured.

The more you look at it, the more curious you become about what kind of beauty is hidden under that curtain.

So finally people couldn't help but stand next to her.

The girl is wearing an old-fashioned curtain hat that hangs from the top of her head to her knees. The curtains of the hat are a little yellow, so it must be a family heirloom.

But the clothes she wore were the styles that are currently popular among aristocratic girls in Beijing. He even saw that the fabric was imported from the Tang Dynasty. She must have a good family, but it was a pity that women generally did not have family crests or other symbols on their bodies.

The girl seemed a little at a loss because of his sudden conversation, but the boy who should be her brother next to her grabbed the girl and inserted himself between them.

"Oh, what's going on with this master?"

The girl immediately hid behind her brother and stood sideways facing the door, ready to leave at any time.

"I mean no harm." The man immediately spoke to reassure the two of them.

The girl's head turned slightly to him again.

"I wonder which family she is from?" The man took another step forward, trying to get closer to the girl.

But he didn't simply approach. His hands were quick, and taking advantage of his height, the folded fan passed over the young man's head and reached directly to lift up the side of the girl's hat curtain.

I happened to see half of the girl's face, and the mole under her left eye pierced her heart.

The girl was so frightened that she backed away.

Afraid that she would fall, the nanny came forward and put his arms around her shoulders, hugging her gently while glaring at the man with evil eyes.

"This is not good." The young man protected his sister. Although he still had a smile on his face, he could also see that he was angry.

"Sorry, sorry." The man finally corrected his attitude and bowed politely, "The strong wind disturbed the young lady just now."

Although he was still half-covered, the glimpse was heart-warming. Of course, he was willing to find an excuse to explain at this time.

When ordinary people see the family pattern on his body, they naturally won't care about it.

"Ha, this wind is so rude." The young man sneered, holding his sister's wrist and preparing to take him away.

As if he didn't understand the sarcasm, the man approached again and asked. "Which family does the lady belong to?"

"Haha." The young man smiled and turned around to say something.

The girl grabbed the boy's arm and led him away.

The woman guarded them carefully.

The man quickly stepped forward to block their way.

"Why did Miss just leave?" He had a smile on his face because he felt that no one would reject his confidence.

The girl finally spoke, and what she said in a childish voice was: "You look really ugly like this."

The man froze.

The girl took the boy and the woman away.

The man chuckled and thought that the lady was very nice even when she cursed, but it was a pity that she sounded a bit young.

The three of them walked for a while and found that the man was still hanging behind them, obviously wanting to see which door they entered.

The young man was frustrated by him and pulled the girl to run.

The man followed closely behind them, not being left behind at all.

The boy ran into the main area of ​​an avenue with the barrier, pushed open a large house with Fujiwara written on it, and the three of them entered together.

The man looked at the door with confusion on his face, because that was his home.

He entered hesitantly and mobilized all the servants but could not find these three people.

"Master Fujiwara didn't care about this at first, and was even a little excited. But after that, he developed symptoms of night wandering. He always woke up outside and was getting closer and closer to Rashomon. That's when he finally got scared. He finally calmed down after asking the Yin and Yang Lao to take turns to stay vigil at his home." Yuan Boya told Fu Jiang with a straight face about the recent story that happened in Shangjing.

Yuan Boya, who is already a twenty-five-year-old adult, is still as innocent as ever, and can be regarded as the source of Fujiang's gossip about Shangjing.

Fujiang listened to this very familiar story and silently handed him the orange with the meridians freshly removed, trying to shut his mouth.

Tomi Jiang has grown into the appearance of a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. All his teeth have been replaced, but his voice has not changed yet. It is the kind of androgynous voice unique to children.

Seven years ago, he made such a big fuss to save Xuemei, but later it turned out that the innocent heart of the Son of God inspired the ferocious monster. In order to stay with the Son of God, the monster voluntarily signed a third-category contract and became a shikigami of the Son of God.

Of course, this contract was quietly untied by Fu Jiang after a while and replaced with a first-type contract.

But from then on, when others were fine, they would praise him: the son of God has a pure heart.

It has almost become a fixed statement.

Other than that, the incident had almost no negative impact on Tomie.

"Thank you." Yuan Boya took it and thanked him, then asked: "Do you think he encountered a monster?"

Tomi Jiang raised his eyes and looked at him, then took out a small orange from his sleeve, nodded slightly, thought for a while and added: "It's still a very powerful monster."

He has also gained a lot of knowledge over the years, and he also understands that the little monsters Star Bear Doji and Xuemei who have not grown up can be regarded as monsters that give Yin Yang Liao endless headaches if they are released alone.

And even if it weren't for them, the monsters that could open the door to Zimidnight Road anytime and anywhere were very powerful. He had never seen it before and thought that monsters could enter Zimidnight Road. In fact, ordinary little monsters only entered through fixed doors.

"There was a person in Yin Yang Lao who heard his experiences and said the same thing." Yuan Boya nodded immediately, "He is very famous, his name is Ampei Qingming."

Fu Jiang's eyes are bright, he is an incredible person.

I don’t know Minamoto no Yoshitsune, but I know Seimei Gong

Fu Jiang couldn't help but ask: "Have you seen him?"

There is no record of the relationship between the two in the official history, but there is a legend in the unofficial history that Boya Minamoto and Seimei Abe were good friends.

"Never seen it." Yuan Boya shook his head. "He was a genius when he was young, and he is as good at Yin Yang Dao as you are at Shinto."

Fujiang's eyes widened. How could he be compared with Seimei Gong?

Yuan Boya also knew that his words were ambiguous and immediately explained: "Ah, I am talking about your talents, not your status. It is said that he was severely excluded when he followed his teacher to Beijing to study in Yin Yang Lao."

Fu Jiang subconsciously looked back, are you people so brave? Dare you commit campus violence?

"At that time, the entire Shinto could not predict the location of your arrival. The Yin-Yang Tao's many divination was not accurate. Although many monsters were exterminated, the more than half a year of going to Beijing..."

The gods may have found that urging the clergy had no effect, so in the later stages of the search for the Son of God, the nobles of the entire Heian Kyo were all dreaming together. They dreamed that different gods kept predicting future disasters and told them to find the Son of God.

"Later, when he was practicing divination after class, he divined that you were approaching Kyoto. Later that night, news came that he had found you."

Fujiang silently handed the orange that had just been peeled and the meridians removed to Yuan Boya. He was wrong about this matter.

Yuan Boya was about to say thank you.

Afraid that he would reveal something about his dark history, Tomi Jiang immediately said, "Find an opportunity to meet him. You may become very good friends."

Yuan Boya's hand holding the pastry suddenly paused and asked subconsciously: "Is this your prophecy?"

The Yin and Yang Tao is good at divination; the Shinto Tao is good at prophecy.

Fujiang nodded, thinking of the two people who had no records in official history, and shook his head hesitantly. "Just think of it as my gut feeling."

Yuan Boya shook his head helplessly. Regardless of whether it is Yin Yang Tao or Shinto, there is an annoying bad habit of not speaking clearly. He refused to discuss the conjurers, a group of deviant lunatics.

The carriage that had been traveling finally stopped, and the sound of servants came from outside to remind them that they had arrived.

Yuan Boya got out of the car first, mainly to help Fujiang, who was still obsessed with physical strength.

After his careful teaching over the years, Fujiang's archery has become something he can be proud of, even though it is a standing archery technique.

As a son of God, he is naturally needed for rituals and blessings. He could dance Kagura dance on the altar for half a day without stopping.

However, as soon as he got off the altar, he was still the physically weak man who couldn't ride a horse, who would hold his knees and gasp for breath after running for twenty meters, and who would fall if the road was a little steeper.

Without looking after him, Yuan Boya was really worried that he might fall off the carriage and get injured, which would lead to him being put on the Shinto blacklist.

"Thank you." Fujiang thanked him politely.

Today, Minamoto Boya suddenly broke into Kifune Shrine and picked him up, saying that Emperor Suzaku wanted to see him.

The high priest Murakami, who was now his magic teacher, immediately arranged for a shrine maiden to change him into formal clothes, and then let Minamoto Boya take him out with peace of mind.

Gods, like humans, have their own strengths, and different abilities can be learned at different shrines.

Tomie currently changes shrines every four years, just like a foster child changing foster homes. When he becomes an adult and becomes a priest in the future, he will choose which shrine he will naturalize at, or continue this rotation after his term is over. Make it, any priest will do it.

Yuan Boya took him through the corridor of the palace. Although he taught Tomie the etiquette, he couldn't help but tell him some things to pay attention to when meeting the Empress of Japan.

He didn't quiet down until he knelt down beside the mat curtain next to the main hall and waited for the announcement.

It was rare to enter the palace, and Fu Jiang looked around with his eyes without any scruples.

It looked the same as when he first arrived in Heianjing, nothing had changed.

The mat curtain was quickly rolled up, and Tomie saw Emperor Suzaku sitting lazily on the throne. He was between the age of a teenager and an adult, but he was the king of a country. Looking at him like this, it was not difficult to understand Kyoto. Why do humans and ghosts coexist?

Emperor Suzaku was succeeded by Taisei Minister Fujiwara Tadahei, who had a relationship with Tomie.

When he saw Tomi Jiang sitting next to Yuan Boya, his eyes were obviously a little excited.

When he saw the Son of God again after a few years, even though he could no longer see his face, he was still as excited as seeing the boy he fell in love with for the first time.

Opposite him sat a white-haired heroic man with a family crest with a Sasa gentian pattern on his body. Tomie, who had been taught the family crest teachings by Minamoto Boya, knew that this meant that this man came from the Seiwa Genji family of Emperor Seiwa.

Royal relatives and nobles.

Outside, there was an elderly man sitting on his knees in the courtyard. He seemed to have no status, so he was not allowed to go to the temple.

"That's the famous swordsmith Sanjo Munechika." Noticing Tomie's gaze, Fujiwara Tadahei immediately explained. "He also wants to see you."

Fu Jiang didn't understand even more. He didn't even know this person. What did he do when he saw him?

The man explained to Tomie: "I received a commission from Inari Myojin to make a sword and give it to the god's son, so I rashly asked Lord Genji to let me see you."

Only then did Tomi Jiang see that there was a sword placed in front of him on the three sides for worship.

It is still in a state of pure blade, handle, hilt, scabbard and nothing else.

"For me?" Fu Jiang was even more confused? Give him a knife? seriously?

Is this the gods coming to add buffs to him again?

"Yes, this is a knife made at the request of Inari Myojin and obtained by hammering with the fox gang. I call it Kokomaru." Sanjo Munechika said proudly, holding up Sangata and holding it high.

The palace servant who had been guarding him immediately stepped forward to take the three cups and put them in front of Fu Jiang. In the process, no one touched the knife at all.

Fu Jiang carefully held up the knife, and his own spiritual power flowed towards it. At the same time, the knife also made a metallic echo. It only lasted for a moment, but it could be heard clearly by everyone.

Sanjo Munechika showed a satisfied smile, happy that his sword had found its owner.

Fu Jiang was even more confused. No, why did the god give him a knife?

Don’t they know how physically disabled Tomie Kawakami is?

Ever since Tomie got to know Tomie Kawakami, he has always firmly believed that the reason why he is a physical waste is purely due to Tomie Kawakami as the origin.

The white-haired man sitting below Emperor Suzaku suddenly said: "Famous swords have owners. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to use them. Why don't you give me some kendo lessons?"