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

After working hard for more than half a year and spending countless manpower and material resources, we finally found the legendary Son of God.

It is impossible to say that there is no resentment.

At least Taisei Minister Fujiwara Tadahei has an unspeakable negative opinion of Shenzi.

But this negative favorability value only lasts until he meets the Son of God himself.

"Is this the Son of God?"

Fujiwara Tadayei couldn't help but stood up and pushed away the screen between himself and Shenzi, wanting to get closer to the person who looked like the shining moon.

The anger that was originally filled with him due to being woken up in the middle of the night turned into desire at this moment. His fingers kept reaching forward in an attempt to touch the child in front of him.

Fu Jiang shrank his body and made evasive movements.

He has seen this kind of expression too many times. From childhood to adulthood, perverts have always approached him with this expression.

The high priest Kamishi of Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine who brought him back together moved slightly, covering most of Tomie's small body.

Fujiwara Tadahei glared at High Priest Kamishi with dissatisfaction, but he also regained some sense, sat back to his original position, and signaled the servants to remove the screen.

The sitting posture is no longer as casual as before, it is very upright, indeed showing his majesty as a minister of Taizheng.

"What's the plan next?"

In a routine tone, Fujiwara Chuhei began to inquire about Tomie's future whereabouts.

"A ceremony needs to be held to inform the gods that the Son of God has been found, and then the gods will determine the whereabouts of the Son of God." High Priest Shangshi replied tentatively.

According to discussions among the priests of the major shrines, this festival needs to be held jointly by the ten major shrines, and the scale and consumption must be considerable. So the High Priest Shangshi was actually a little scared.

After more than half a year of searching for the Son of God, in the eyes of most people, it has become synonymous with wasting time and money.

With such a grand ceremony, he was afraid that the Son of God would leave a bad impression in front of the actual leaders of the country.

If the Son of God leaves a negative impression in front of people with real power, it will have an impact on all aspects of his future behavior.

In the past two hundred years, the Wu family has been in prosperity due to the high number of nobles born into it. Then Yin and Yang Dao flourished and spellcasters gradually rose, while Shinto declined.

Therefore, this son of God who is favored by God is the hope of Shinto and cannot be given up no matter what.

"A festival?" Fujiwara Tadohei looked at the god who was sitting obediently below, his eyes scanning him vaguely.

The Son of God looks smaller than the family's three-year-old grandson, but his beauty is already overwhelming. It's hard to imagine how beautiful he will be when he grows up.

He was imagining the grown-up Son of God dancing barefoot on the altar as the leader of the festival. It was probably even more beautiful than the most beautiful white racquet in Heian Kyo. It was a pity that he could not be seen in this festival. dance.

Fujiwara Tadayei suddenly began to hate his age. He was already 54 years old, and he was afraid that he would not be able to see the son of God grow up and preside over the festival.

An idea suddenly sprouted in my heart...

"The ceremony... should be held in the courtyard of the palace." He suddenly said: "I will report it to Your Majesty. The Son of God also needs to be introduced to Your Majesty... doesn't he?"

The Taizheng Minister's voice was as serious and steady as in the court.

The thoughts in my heart are completely invisible to others.

"You can choose a suitable day and submit it. I will also order the palace to complete preparations for the ceremony as soon as possible."

Of course, if the preparations for the festival have not been completed by the time it is submitted, then it can only be postponed, right?

The more you imagine it, the more excited you become.

He continued to make arrangements with some excitement in his voice that he was not aware of and could not suppress: "As for the Son of God, the ceremony has not been held yet, and it is not convenient to move into the shrine, so..."

Let's stay at Fujiwara House temporarily.

Fujiwara Tadayei didn't have time to say the remaining half of his sentence. Priest Kamishi immediately answered: "We have rented the entire hotel. The divine son will stay in the hotel before the festival and will be taken care of by the witch."

The bright smile on Fujiwara Tadayei's face faded visibly, "Really? Have you made arrangements?"

He closed his eyes to calm down his momentary rage.

He didn't listen carefully to Priest Shi's subsequent report. No matter what he said, he just responded casually without much interest.

Most people who hold the priesthood are relatively simple and do not understand the twists and turns of people's hearts. However, people who hold the position of great priests have a basic sense of observation.

Sensing that Fujiwara Tadayei was not in high spirits and thinking that he was tired, Priest Kamishi stopped reporting too much and ended the topic at a time when he thought it was appropriate to say goodbye.

With his master's eyes looking horrifying to anyone, he led Tomie out of Fujiwara House.

The hotel arranged by the shrines for Tomie was the same one where he stayed the night before, Ubuyashiki.

Priest Shangshi explained that this is because of fate.

Although being thrown into this era by the gods proved that the world is not as simple as he understood, Tomie is still in a state of incomprehension for these too idealistic things.

Tomie couldn't adapt to the fact that he stayed at a Ubuyashiki inn, surrounded by a large number of shrine maidens, and operated with himself as the center.

In addition to the priests from different shrines who come to guide him in learning and practicing every day, Tomie has at least two shrine maidens following him wherever he goes.

Even at night, they slept on the side of the shoji door that could be opened at any time.

Whenever he made the slightest sound, the shoji doors would be opened to check on him.

All the serving priests of the Kyoto Shrine are suffering from a disease called PTSD: The Son of God is Missing.

Tomie lay on the tatami and turned around in the quilt as carefully as possible without making any noise.

It’s so unfree.

"I feel like you are not happy when you are around us." Familiar laughter sounded in the room.

Tomie was startled by the sound and looked nervously at the shoji gate.

"It doesn't matter, they can't hear it." Xingxiong sat under the shoji door that opened to the courtyard, smiling at him under the moon.

The boy's face under the moonlight was full of pride.

Fu Jiang pulled the quilt closer to his face.

Knowing that he had used the illusion, Fujiang was no longer nervous. He couldn't help but complain: "Close the door."

It's still snowing outside, and there's no underfloor heating in this day and age.

Although the moonlit night snow scene in the courtyard is really beautiful, it is also really cold for humans.

"Hey~ humans are really fragile."

Even so, Hoshikuma Doji walked into the room and closed the shoji door carefully, leaving no gap at all.

Waving his hand, a stove appeared next to Fu Jiang, with a kettle on it and a circle of small oranges surrounding it.

Looking at the stove, Fu Jiang couldn't hold back. He slowly sat up and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. Little by little, he tentatively approached the stove.

Warmth rushed to my face, and my feet were still a little cold under the quilt.

Star Bear Doji sat next to him, moved the kettle to the side, and showed the plate of rice cakes and soybean noodles in his hand.

Fu Jiang looked at him with wide eyes. She leaned against him eagerly.

"Can I still eat illusions?"

"I told you, powerful illusions can deceive reality." Hoshikuma Doji proudly placed the rice cake in the empty space.

Tomi Jiang looked at him with admiration in his eyes.

After feeling proud enough, Hoshikuma Doji said, "This is real, I took it from the kitchen."

Fu Jiang quietly rolled his eyes at him.

Yes, we haven't seen each other for only half a month, how could this naughty kid have grown so much?

Hoshikuma Doji didn't care about Tomie's reaction. He reached out to look at the small oranges on the stove grille, handed him one of the perfectly roasted oranges, and asked casually: "Do you want to learn some illusions from me?"

Tomie took the steaming orange and peeled it while asking: "Can I learn?"

"The methods of using power are the same. Let's try it." Hoshikuma Doji found no other roasted oranges on the grate. "Tsk" he said, pointing to the shoji door of the room next to where the miko was, and continued: "If you learn how to do it, at least you can learn how to avoid them and go to the kitchen by yourself."

"Yeah, okay." Fu Jiang nodded, just as he felt that he had been too unrestrained recently.

Most of the priests have pure minds, but Kawakami Tomie's charm is too demonic. Recently, Tomie has felt that many shrine maidens and priests are too enthusiastic about him, and their eyes are gradually turning fanatical.

Even if you don't mention the emotional changes, the protection that is so close to surveillance does make it difficult to breathe.

Seeing Tomie nod, Hoshikuma Doji happily took the half orange from Tomie's hand that he had just torn clean.

Tomie looked at the half of an orange with intact tendons left in his hand, and looked at Hoshikuma Doji silently.

Star Bear Boy taught him a lesson while eating: "It's not that you can't eat it. Don't tear the oranges so cleanly."

Fujiang rolled his eyes at him again, stopped peeling off the tendons, and angrily stuffed the remaining oranges into his mouth.

In order not to affect Tomie's rest, Hoshikuma Doji did not stay long.

Tomie originally thought that preparations for the palace ceremony would take a long time, but who knew that Hoshikuma Doji had only taught a few illusions during the trip. He had just learned some very basic techniques, and was brought into the palace one morning before dawn.

A large number of clergymen gathered around the altar, holding imperial coins or Kagura bells in their hands and chanting words.

Tomie was arranged to sit on the altar holding a blessing vessel, watching two priests dance the Kagura dance in front of him in the cold wind.

He couldn't understand Kagura, and he couldn't appreciate this overly formal festival, so this period was particularly difficult for him.

The Taizheng Minister sitting under the Emperor's seat occasionally glanced at the trembling thin back of the Son of God.

He stretched out his hand to summon the maid waiting aside, and motioned her to bring the brazier in front of him to the Son of God.

The maid held the brazier and walked into the altar with her head down, but was stopped by the priests outside.

The festival has begun, and no one can disturb it.

The frustrated maid had no choice but to return to Fujiwara Tadayei with the brazier in hand.

The Taizheng Minister's face was full of displeasure, but he still knew that he took the occasion into consideration and did not let his emotions spread.

When the snow fell the heaviest, the light in the sky broke through the clouds, and the surrounding area became quiet for an instant. The music and prayers all stopped. The priest who was dancing just now had already knelt down.

The music in the air was louder than the music on the ground.

Fu Jiang raised his head in confusion, and the gods appeared in the clouds one by one.

God's orders were passed down, arranging the future ownership and teaching requirements of the Son of God.

The gods seemed to be having a discussion in the air, and finally one of the gods lowered his voice.

A certain priest climbed onto the altar respectfully with an expression of uncontrollable excitement and knelt down beside Fu Jiang.

The gods all over the sky gathered on the same cloud again, united and exerted their strength, and a pure white mask with no pattern on it except the holes for the eyes fell from the sky, slowly hovering in front of Fu Jiang.

The gods in the sky were either solemn or loving, but they all looked at him with the same friendly eyes.

He suddenly remembered what Bishamonten had said.

"Don't worry, we're all on your side."

At the signal of the priest beside him, Tomie stretched out his hands. The mask slowly fell on his hand.

He tentatively put it on his face, and the mask, which was still large for a child, began to shrink until it became a size suitable for him.

The aura belonging to Fu Jiang was blocked by the mask at that moment, and the gods in the sky gradually faded away.

Everyone in the palace slowly raised their heads to look at the masked Son of God standing on the altar.

An idea came to many people present inexplicably.

The gods were worried that people with malicious intentions would covet their beloved sons, so they deliberately lowered their divine presence to protect their sons and alert those with evil intentions.

For a time, everyone was in danger.

Onmyodo, magicians, ghosts, monsters, sea people, humans... On this day, because of this grand ceremony, they learned the name of the Son of God sent down by the gods.