Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

The branch of cherry blossoms was finally inserted into a pottery vase and placed on the window sill. Yuan Shigemitsu tried his best but failed to keep it in full bloom forever. Spiritual power can be used for protection and perception, but it is impossible Reverse time and life and death.

Every fallen flower was carefully made into a dried flower by Yaoken. The veins on the petals are clear, and the pink at the edge turns into lavender, which blooms round and round.

Minato Shigemitsu has been in a bad mood after Yuko's incident, and the search for Yatakagami has changed from being interested to a quick decision. Fortunately, he still maintains the basic professionalism, and he did not hit Ise God in broad daylight. palace.

——But it’s almost the same, just replace the broad day with the evening!

There was no sadness on Foxosuke's hairy face, it was squatting on Tsurumaru's shoulder trying to pretend to be a cute doll.

"Near the Jingu...the range seems to be a bit difficult to grasp..." Higiri murmured to himself with his arms folded and his head tilted. The Ise Jingu is mainly located in Ise City, Mie County, near Kyoto. There are inner palaces and outer palaces. It occupies a huge area and is still semi-open, surrounded by mountains and trees. I want to find something here that I don’t know...

"Eight Mirrors."

Yuan Shigemitsu, who had been bowing his head in thought, suddenly threw out a word.

Sanriyue turned her face sideways: "Although we have all made such a guess, we should not rule out other possibilities."

Yuan Shigemitsu let out a "huh", as if he was easily persuaded, and didn't say anything, while Mikayue, who was trying to induce Yuan Shigemitsu to talk more, frowned without a trace.

The scale of the shrine is really impossible for them to search one by one, and this is not something that can be advertised.

The seven people walked forward through the huge palace lantern. There was absolute silence within the shrine, and no one spoke. When they arrived at the shrine where the Yata mirror was originally enshrined in the inner palace, it was already dusk.

The temple was on the high steps, Yuan Shigemitsu had no desire to go up, but just glanced there from a distance across the steps, then turned around and stepped into the lush ancient forest.

There are shimenawa ropes wrapped around several trees, and the white "zigzag"-shaped imperial coins hanging from the ropes are motionless in the wind, showing a strange tranquility. As a shrine dedicated to the supreme god, gods can be seen everywhere here. The lamp and Shimenawa imprinted the traces of the gods on every inch of the land.

"So... only under such light can the existence of darkness be concealed."

Yuan Shigemitsu didn't know who he was talking to, Yaken followed him, and shook his head at Hasebe who was asking questions behind him.

Abundant spiritual power spread out from the standing person, like water waves rushing towards the ocean, slowly merging with the clear air that existed in the shrine.God-inspectors who serve the gods and are recognized by the gods are the existence of conveying the will of the gods, and listening to the voice of the gods is also their instinct.

The towering ancient trees do not respond to external forces as if they are in a deep sleep, but the newborn flowers and plants are entwined curiously. They have no consciousness of their own, and they cannot speak. Strangers express kindness.

Spring dew hangs on his fingertips, a new leaf grows, it rained yesterday, and a mushroom grows next door, what color is the flower blooming this time, there are bugs crawling around in the soil...

All kinds of messages came cheering and whispering in his ear.

If only, if only one more leaf could grow this time... Why can't I feel that kind of comfortable power recently... It's so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable...

So dry...so thirsty...so heavy...

Yuan Zhongguang opened his eyes and stretched out his hand in one direction: "Go over there and have a look."

Of course, the Fu Sangshen had no objection, they followed him and looked at each other from time to time, and they didn't know what they saw in each other's eyes, anyway, there was worry under their calm faces.

They finally came to an ancient tree surrounded by a circle of shimenawa, which symbolized that it was a sacred tree favored by the gods. Of course, this was only because it was very old, so it was considered a miracle That's all, its essence is nothing more than a tree without wisdom.

It seems that the string of shinen rope has been hanging here for a long time. Yuan Shigemitsu gently picked up a piece of rope with his fingertips. The rope made of straw was corroded black, and the edge of the white imperial coin hanging below was also Burnt yellow.

Yuan Shigemitsu rubbed the black spot subconsciously. It seemed that it was easy to rub some ashes on the rope, but it didn't leave any marks on his fingers.

This is not a mark on the shimenawa itself, but a sign that the barrier formed by it has been eroded.

So dry...so thirsty...so heavy...

The closer you get, the clearer the low groan/groan. The tree did not develop the wisdom to communicate with people, but repeatedly complained about the torture it imposed on itself. Yuan Zhongguang bent down and grabbed a tree. Soil at the root edge.

The surface is still normal brown soil, but underneath is a piece of scorched and dry gravel. When you hold it in your hand, you can feel that strange heat. It can't be called scorching hot, but for tree roots that like shade and humidity, it is already an indispensable part of life. Bear the pain.

Yuan Shigemitsu tightened his fingers, grinding the dry sand between them, and the soil without any moisture was rubbed into fine dust, which fluttered down from between his fingers.

San Riyue also squatted down, not caring that his luxurious hunting clothes were dragged to the ground, and the hem of the clothes was covered with dirty soil. He reached out and poked a few times at the place where Yuan Zhongguang had grabbed a handful of soil, revealing a larger area.

It was all black scorched earth, as if it had been steamed dry and scorched in a fire. When it was rubbed by fingers, it made a dry rustling sound.

The scorched earth spread outwards all the way, and stopped abruptly at the position of the shimenawa rope, as if it was blocked by something forcefully. The scorched earth inside and the normal soil outside formed a sharp contrast, and the boundary was clearly drawn along the shimenawa rope lines, greedily trying to expand outward.

Yuan Shigemitsu pondered for a while, bent down and bowed to the tree, and then swiftly tore off the shimenawa rope that was sticking to the post.

Shimenawa is a must for setting up barriers, and it is effective for gods and ghosts, but in the hands of humans, it is just a rope. Yuan Shigemitsu pulls the Shimenawa quickly and smoothly, and Fusangshen next to him has not yet pulled it. After reacting, a strange heat wave rushed to his face.

This kind of heat is very strange, it coexists with the cool air of the surrounding shrines, they can feel the coolness of the air, and they can also feel this overbearing heat, the cold and hot feeling makes Fu Sangshen feel uncomfortable He moved his body, and turned his gaze to Minamoto Shigemitsu who had stepped into the area delineated by the shilinka rope.

"Lord! It's still me..."

Seeing Minamoto Shigemitsu go in, Hasebe was about to follow up, but was stopped outside lightly by a folding fan: "You are gods, and you are more affected by this power than me..." Seeing that Hasebe was still worried He pressed the folding fan against his chest and ordered, "Stand outside, don't move!"

Hasebe had no choice but to remain aggrieved.

Yuan Shigemitsu turned back in satisfaction, walked around the tree, and then quietly set his sights on the body knives at the waists of the Fusangshen.

It's hard, long, and looks good too...

No no no that's too much...

Yuan Shigemitsu reluctantly withdrew his thoughts, thought for a long time, and took out his fan resignedly.

So the six fusangshen lined up in a row silently, watching their master squatting under a tree, using a fan... to dig a hole.

"Ding--"

The fan handle made of sandalwood is still very powerful, and it hasn't broken after being pulled down for a long time, which is worthy of its price.Yuan Zhongguang dug for a long time, and the fan bone slammed into a hard object, which echoed like a sigh in the silent jungle.

"Hey, it's a pity."

He pulled out the fan from the soil, the finely carved fan bones were worn out, and the satin fan was used to move the excavated soil aside, the entire fan could no longer be seen, Yuan Zhongguang casually pushed away the soil in front of him , threw the fan aside, and saw the original appearance of the thing clearly.

A bronze round mirror, engraved with miraculous lines on the edge, representing the flames and the sun's rays, clinging to it, in the middle is a blurred female image holding the sun with both hands.

That heat emanates from it. As the divine weapon held by the Sun Goddess, it naturally possesses such power.

"The Yata Mirror..."

Unknown who called out its name in a low voice, Yuan Shigemitsu rolled up his sleeve with one hand and pulled out this precious artifact from the soil.

After taking it out, he found a piece of talisman paper stuck behind the mirror, and the talisman paper had a turbulent cold aura, probably it was this talisman paper that forced Yata mirror to restore its original form and be buried here.

The location of the Yao Research Station not far away was just right for him to have a panoramic view of the talisman paper, his vine purple eyes suddenly widened, and his body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, trying to see every stroke on it clearly.

This is... he will not remember it wrong... It is exactly the same as the ones drawn on those talisman papers...

Sanriyue keenly noticed Yaoken's distraction, quickly looked around, and followed Yaoken's line of sight to look at the talisman paper.

Talisman paper, is there something wrong with it?

"Have you seen that piece of talisman paper?" San Riyue asked very straightforwardly. All Fu Sangshen looked over. , same as those..."

Those ones?

They were only puzzled for a moment, and then they reacted one by one.

The talisman papers Yaken had seen, besides the ones used to seal Yuan Shigemitsu's past bones, where else...

It's the same? !Could it be that there are still fish that slip through the net in that street?

Their breathing was momentarily disturbed. Yuan Shigemitsu didn't seem to hear Yaken's words, so he took out a charm gifted by Abe Seimei, put it on his hand, and tore off the seal on the mirror.

He didn't know how to remove the seal, so he had to simply and rudely talk about it. If it wasn't for fear of backlash, he would never have thought of using the things Abe Seimei sent as a buffer.

Well... In fact, he doesn't know the purpose of those spells, as long as they don't hurt himself, it's better than nothing, right?

With such an almost rogue mood, he tore off the spell on the mirror, and the Yata mirror, which had never responded, finally responded——

A faint white light emerges from the edge, the white light is extremely weak, but it can be seen that it is constantly increasing, like a person's consciousness waking up from a deep sleep...

In the silent woods, the wind swirls and blows over the branches, and all the birdsong stops abruptly.

"pat-"

The high-toothed clogs stepped on a large exposed rock by the tree, and the girl who emerged from the void was wearing a city women's hat with large and small sleeves similar to Han style. The bright red silk gown was painted with scales. The belt is tied up, a circle of bells is tied around the waist and wrists, and the hem and cuffs of the clothes are all golden patterns that symbolize flames.

This extremely ancient attire can no longer be seen now, even Shigemitsu Minamoto did not see it at that time. Compared with the culture of his own country, it condenses more elements from other countries and is closer to the era of long ago.

The incarnation of Yata mirror has a pair of golden pupils, which are filled with hot lava, with half-closed eyes, looking down at them, "Human beings, the sword pays the gods."

The voice of the artifact had a hollow echo, it didn't sound like a girl's voice at all, it was more like a few men and women talking together, and it fell into people's ears, bringing out a strange trembling.

Minamoto Shigemitsu leaned slightly towards her: "No offense intended, you disappeared from the shrine, causing panic, and many ghosts reappeared to wreak havoc in Kyoto, His Majesty the Emperor sent his servants to look for you."

Yatakagami tilted her head, as if judging whether Motoshigemitsu's words were deceitful. After a while, that ancient and strange voice sounded again: "You smell like the sun."

After a pause, she said firmly, "It's the master's offspring."

Minato Shigemitsu was not very surprised when he heard that the lineage of the Emperor had a descendant of Amaterasu, but Yatakagami's attitude was obviously much better. When she opened her mouth again, her voice had become a crisp girlish voice that fit her appearance: "I just wanted to go out and go back, but I was sealed here by a group of people and couldn't move. Without the worship and guidance of the shrine, it is normal for the power to be exposed to awaken the monster."

The understatement she said had no sealed rage and no sympathy for dead civilians.

Yuan Shigemitsu originally thought that the work would be completed after finding the Yata Mirror, but he didn't expect a group of behind-the-scenes gangsters to appear, so he couldn't help feeling troublesome: "That group of people?"

Yata mirror nodded, and Yaoyao nodded the spell that was torn off by Yuan Shigeguang, and said lightly: "That is the power of the master's dead mother."

Everyone knows who the owner of the Yata Mirror is, and it is also known who the mother is.

Yuan Shigemitsu's voice was incapable of emotion because of the shock: "You are talking about... Lord Yi Ran Zun?!"

Only then did Yata Kage show a little bit of playfulness: "Yeah, although I don't know what she is going to do, but she must be very unhappy because you messed with her?"

As soon as the words fell, the girl in red seemed to be listening to something, her half-closed eyes were fully opened, showing a bit of anger offended by the territory and calmness to the extreme: "Ah, she is here."

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