[Comprehensive Comic] Shenzi Tomie is not doing his job properly
Chapter 27 Night in Kyoto
The Heian Era was an era of elegance, elegance, and darkness.
Normally speaking, even though this is an era of symbiosis between humans and ghosts, as the capital of Shangjing, there has been a Sifangshen barrier since it was built, so it is naturally safer than other areas.
The place where troubles usually get more serious is Rashomon.
As a time traveler, of course I have read stories about ghosts and ghosts, so Tomie doesn’t need to be told by Hoshikuma Douji to know who the gorgeous female ghost in Rashomon is?
Huh, I really didn’t expect that. Ibaraki Doji, you are a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but you are also a crossdresser.
But this time the problem has nothing to do with Ibaraki Douji.
When the Son of God was learning the art of divination, he predicted that a cursed spirit would appear in Kyoto.
The martial arts, Yin and Yang Tao, magicians, and Shinto forces formed a night patrol together.
Always be on guard. The magic spirit that may not appear.
"Is the prophecy of the Son of God accurate?" A young conjurer in a certain team asked his teacher quietly, avoiding the priest in front of him.
But the teacher pulled him to stop him from talking.
Regardless of whether the prophecy of the Son of God is accurate or not, they, the magicians, are not qualified to discuss it.
In this world, spellcasters are just an emerging force that has just formed a large scale, and they are very powerful in dealing with spell spirits. But the others are not as good as the Onmyoji, the Priest, or the Wu family.
If we want to build a chain of contempt, it would probably be that the Wu family despises the priests and even more despises the Onmyoji, the Onmyoji despises the priests and even more despises the Wu family, and the priests despise the Onmyoji and even despise the Wu family. The three of them get together to despise the magicians.
The conjurer is left alone to isolate these three fools.
If it hadn't been for the prophecy of the Son of God involving the cursed spirit, they probably would never have been able to play together.
"It's already the seventh night. How long can we persist?" The warrior walking in front suddenly became angry.
"Just hang on tonight, we won't be on duty tomorrow." The Onmyoji who was traveling with him comforted him. He was a good old man, and it was thanks to him that the team became harmonious.
This time, the samurai did not suppress his temper as usual. He looked at the priest who was traveling with him and deliberately shouted: "There is no tomorrow, there is always the day after tomorrow. We can't really rest until the god admits that he is not good at learning!"
"What do you mean!" The originally leisurely priest could not stay out of the matter.
"What do you mean? You said your son of a god is a magic stick! You are a big talker who is wasting people and money!" the warrior yelled.
The priest instantly became furious and hit the samurai with a merciless divine spell.
The samurai escaped with his nimble skills. He glared at the priest, panted heavily and pulled out the sword from his waist with red eyes.
"From time to time, things go well and start fighting." Onmyoji, who still wanted to be a peacemaker, tried to appease both sides.
The samurai's sword struck him first.
The priest found out just in time, and the barrier enveloped the Onmyoji.
"You're too talkative. It's your turn to speak." The completely red-eyed samurai pointed his sword at the Onmyoji.
"Do you think I am willing to take care of you?" Onmyoji was instantly angered by him.
He didn't care, and his fingertips were flying quickly to form seals.
Out of the same dislike for the samurai, the priest actually assisted the Onmyoji in the attack.
"Hahahaha... there's a fight!" the little magician was extremely happy.
His teacher slapped him on the head and pushed the child to the ground, dodging the onmyoji's attack.
The child sat on the ground and looked at his teacher incomprehensibly. The teacher motioned for him to look around.
Then he realized that the thick fog that had appeared at some point had surrounded them.
Several people gradually lost themselves in this mist,
"Have we met?" The child began to feel scared.
His teacher nodded slowly.
This group of people was lucky enough to encounter the cursed spirit predicted by the Son of God.
Although I haven't seen the true form yet, I have stepped into its domain without realizing it. The only thing that is worth celebrating is that this domain is not complete.
He threw the beads distributed by the shrine to the children.
The little magician threw the bead hard at the area where the realm had not yet formed. The small bead exploded in the air, creating an effect similar to fireworks.
That is something specially prepared, and every person in each team will have it. When he is no longer in contact with the living body, such a fireworks effect will appear, reminding nearby teams that reinforcements are needed here.
After all, weak curse spirits cannot survive in the four directions of Shangjing.
There is no way to protect life too much.
"What should we do next?" The little magician stood next to the teacher, staring at the three people with red eyes over there and asked: "Do you want to save them?"
Those gentlemen fought quite fiercely.
His teacher thought for a moment and replied: "If you don't die, just leave it alone."
His idea is that facing the Curse Spirit Magician will eventually be the main combat force, and it is necessary to appropriately retain strength.
But the conjurer obviously didn't think so.
"Okay!" He nodded vigorously, waiting for the teacher's next instruction.
The battle between the three became more and more intense, but it always maintained a balance. When the samurai was strong, the priest would help the onmyoji. If the samurai was almost killed, the priest would protect the samurai and fight for a while. The priest with the most preserved eyesight began to be jointly targeted by the other two.
If it weren't for the wide roads, I'm afraid a lot of houses would have been demolished.
The more the conjurer looked at it, the more puzzled he became. Although it was weakening them, what did this curse spirit want to do among the immortals?
Finally, the three people stopped as if they had reached some consensus.
Three pairs of eyes, as irrational as wild beasts, looked directly at the conjurer and apprentice.
"Finally noticed us." The conjurer stretched out his hand to stop his apprentice who was so excited that he was ready to rush forward at any time.
He stretched out his fingers and quickly chanted the incantation of the tent, and quickly arranged a dark black barrier called the tent with him as the center of the circle.
It is a tent that no one can escape from unless he dies or takes the initiative to lift it.
After several battles, he suffered many injuries because he had to protect his apprentice who had not yet grown up.
On the other hand, those three people had injuries that would prevent them from standing up, but they still had the ability to continue attacking them.
"Why set up such a tragic tent?" A clear male voice sounded from behind, and two young men in hunting clothes came slowly from the mist.
The man who looked more mature and steady hurriedly came to the master and apprentice, "How about it, can you still leave?"
The conjurer nodded. The tent he set up could only be entered but not exited, just to wait for rescue that might arrive at any time.
"Thank you." He was still comforting them.
The younger man with slender eyes directly faced the three people who had lost their minds and stood in front of them.
After a few spells were uttered from his lips, chains rushed out from the ground and bound the three people tightly.
The young man went around behind the three of them and slapped the back of their heads with the fan in his hand, causing small spider-like insects to fall down.
The little magician quickly stepped forward and stabbed the three little spiders to death one by one with the magic tool in his hand.
"This is not the real body. It is controlled by such a curse." The young man shook his head slowly, looking quite disappointed.
"Qingming!" The mature man called him loudly.
"Yeah, keep going. I understand, Brother Baoxian." He nodded repeatedly and walked towards the direction where the fog was thicker.
Kamo Yasunori sighed helplessly. Even though this junior brother has grown up, he still gets angry with him several times every day. He is really a model of getting more and more naughty as he grows older. He was obviously a well-behaved and good boy before.
The little magician looked at the teacher who was being treated. The boy's mentality forced him to tell the teacher and rushed forward. He ran very fast and deliberately did not listen to the teacher's shout.
The sound of overlapping footsteps continued, and two warriors and a young man wearing a mask arrived together.
There is no one in Beijing who doesn’t know who is behind that mask.
"Kamiko-sama." Because he was treating someone, Kamo Yasunori could only nod in salute to the visitor.
Then he saw clearly that although there were slight differences on the bodies of the two warriors following him, they were both Genji family crests, and they were two Genjis.
After seeing their faces clearly, I realized they were two acquaintances, and they greeted each other one by one.
Yuan Boya asked directly: "Master Kamo, have you encountered anything here?"
Kamo Yasunori shook his head, "They are just people controlled by him, but Seimei said it shouldn't be far away, he has already passed."
"Abe Seimei?"
"Mr. Qingming?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu and Tomie spoke at the same time.
"Abe Seimei hasn't reached the time to be called so respectfully, right?" Minamoto Yorimitsu asked with a smile.
"Ah...um...ha..." Fu Jiang pretended to be cute and tried to fool him.
"Then thank you for the prophecy of the Son of God." Kamo Yasunori smiled and handed it up the steps.
Shinto is good at prophesying. Although he still can't imagine how his unlucky junior brother will be respected in future generations, since it was said by the Son of God, let's accept it as a blessing.
"Do you need help?" Yuan Boya was used to Fu Jiang occasionally saying words that seemed to reveal secrets. He was more worried about the situation at the scene.
"Go help Seimei, I will escort them away." Kamo Yasunori immediately responded.
Although Qingming's current strength is somewhat unclear to him, Onmyoji is not specialized in curse spirits after all, so it is normal for an older brother to be worried.
As long as he doesn't continue to get closer, his strength can prevent these people from asking for help.
The two adults of Genji nodded and stepped forward, Tomie jogging slightly to keep up with them.
"There will be a complete field ahead. It would be better to bring a conjurer." The conjurer, who had regained some strength, stood up and prepared to join them.
"You're like this..." Kamo Yasunori wanted to reach out and hold him.
He waved his hand and followed him firmly, "My incompetent apprentice is following me, I'm not worried."
"What do you call it?" Because of him, Fujiang could finally slow down a little.
The man saluted him, "I'm Tianyuan, I don't have a last name."
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