Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

The weather in Honmaru is always like that. Ever since Mikazuki went to the Heian era, the atmosphere in Honmaru has been a little bit ready to move.

The dark tide below was running, but the calm on the scene was still the same as before.

Higakiri knelt by the side of the God-inspector's bed, and carefully examined the face of the young God-inspector under the quilt again. There was nothing familiar about it, but it was just...

That is, it seems that we haven't seen each other for many years.

His right hand was placed on the handle of the knife on his waist, rubbing lightly, his amber golden pupils were half-closed, and there was still that ever gentle and sweet smile.

In a trance, he thought of that bloody battlefield again, that part - a memory that he desperately wanted to forget, but sadly did not want to forget.

Is history really immutable?

Must he who is destined to die die?

Hidekiri rubbed his thumb against the handle of the knife slowly, since that day, he never spoke to Kagemaru again.

He resented that Kenmaru did not protect the Patriarch well, and even more hated such an ugly self who wanted his younger brother to die.

Jealousy turns people into evil spirits...

Who can he blame?

It's like a joke, a joke that makes people laugh.

Mustache shook his head, frowned in confusion, what's going on recently, always thinking of these old things?

There was a sudden noisy sound outside, he looked down subconsciously, the examiner was still sleeping peacefully, there was a pink blush on his round face, and there was no sign of waking up.

He turned his head sensitively, and there was something——

Something so familiar—

The strong wind swept in, and Mustache cut his face pale. The wind carried the familiar smell of blood and dry grass, the familiar smell of overwhelming warfare, the sand, the scarlet flag and the things he had forgotten in his memory. tears——

Breaking ground from a bygone time!

Mustache almost fell to the ground in panic, his amber eyes filled with the winter river that had just broken through the ice, where the sound of the wind passed, the frozen river flowed down, and there were branches of peach blossoms protruding from the ancient memory .

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything. The wind passed between his fingers, leaving only a gentle and familiar breath, which rushed straight behind him.

Mustache trembled all over, he heard a slight movement behind him, but he didn't dare to turn his head.

He didn't know what he was expecting, and he didn't know what he was afraid of. He could only hold on to the handle of the main body knife, stare at a point on the tatami, hold his breath and listen to the movement behind him.

"Well--"

It was a boyish voice, very strange, never heard before.

Mustache seems to have returned to that nightmarish evening, his heart resounded with the heart-piercing slaughter of gold and iron horses, the sunset fell silently and slowly behind the rain of arrows, and the broken flag on the horizon flew in the wind When he woke up, the strong smell of blood enveloped his head and face, and he heard his own desperate mourning—since that day, it never stopped.

But at this moment, it seems that the wandering ships find the harbor, and the nestless birds meet the branches that happen to rest.

The screams stopped, and a reed flower fell on the water.

He turned his head slowly, and the person sitting up in the quilt looked like a teenager, with a charming and beautiful face, like a beautiful girl, and the slanted eyebrows revealed a cool and heroic spirit that did not belong to a girl.

He looked over, and there was indifference in his deep black pupils, followed by a moment of stupefaction, and then, under that indifference, something familiar like spring water flowed gently.

So familiar——

Mustache trembled his lips, sparkles flashed in his amber golden eyes, his voice was hoarse, and finally he only called out with a smile.

"Patriarch, welcome back."

The curtain door was jerked open, and a slender dark blue figure appeared behind the door, sweeping the room with crescent eyes: "My lord, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Amber Gold and Dark Blue suddenly faced each other in mid-air, the two squinted slightly, and sounded the air defense alarm in their hearts——

——Hey, there really is a little bitch who wants to hook up with the Patriarch/Master!

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"I've been waiting for a long time! Guangzhong's special - Xue Mei Niang!"

Candlestick Che walked in from the outside holding a wooden tray, and stopped stiffly as soon as he took a step forward.

Hey, hey, what's wrong?

Honmaru does not have a special place to eat, and usually eats in their own rooms. When the third judge came, the reception room was changed into a place to eat together. The three long tables are large enough for everyone to sit down. Pay the gods.

In the end, one table can be filled and the other two long tables are put into storage.

And since the last judge was killed, the Fusangshen resumed their habit of eating in their own rooms, and the long table was never full of people.

So, now what's going on here?Didn't it mean that there are only judges?

Candlestick looked at the dozen or so pairs of eyes in front of him and collapsed a bit.

Mikazuki sits on the right side of the God-inspector above, Genji, who has always been indifferent to everything, sits on the left-hand side, and the dagger Yaken, who is famous for his prudence, sits respectfully beside the God-inspector—not out of surveillance Accompanied by the observation, it is obvious that all the body language of Yaoyan reveals a message: he regards the judge as the main one, from the heart.

Candlestick Kiri thought for a moment that he had gone to the wrong Honmaru.

Ahhhh so this is still the Diablo Honmaru he's been around for so long?

You give me back my former Diablo Honmaru!

When Sankayue and Mustachio collided again with the chopsticks that were holding vegetables for the God-inspector, watching Yakenko dodge their "Porcelain Action" and put the dishes into the God-inspector's bowl, the candlestick was in his heart Roar loudly.

The judge just fainted for a few days, what happened in the past few days?

Yuan Shigemitsu, who had changed back to his boyish appearance, looked at the mountains of vegetables in the bowl, and decided to pretend to be in a daze. He could understand the attitude of Mikazuki and Higiri, but Yaken...

He really couldn't understand it.

In particular, I don't know what Yaoken said to the rest of the Awataguchi family. All the Awataguchi lined up seriously and introduced themselves——

So what happened, he didn't know!

Yuan Zhongguang picked out the carrots in the dish without any trace, and suddenly saw a smear of white flashing past the door from the corner of his eye. He looked up and saw only an empty seat at the end of the long table.

Who is that?

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Everyone in Honwan knows Shuzhuwan Hengci’s unshakable habit of chanting scriptures. In the past, when the God-inspector was there, he still had the task of going on an expedition. After there was no God-inspector, he spent almost all day hiding in his room studying Buddhist scriptures , I can't wait to sit on the spot and fly up the next moment.

The room was very dark, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and it was clearly daytime, but the master had created a sense of twilight silence.

After reading a scripture, the long-haired Fu Sangshen stopped and sat silently, as if in a daze.

After a while, he seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, and continued to chant scriptures in a low voice.

Such a situation is very rare in "Shuzhuwan Hengji" Zhendao. The piety of this Zhenfodao is recognized by all the god-inspectors who know his name. It is such a thing that he lost his mind in the middle of chanting like this...

It's even rarer than Tsurumaru Kuninaga changing his mind and never playing pranks again.

Shuzhuwan's slender and pale fingers pressed on the yellowed pages, this simple action seemed to remind him of something, he looked at his hand and paused for a moment, then suddenly shivered unconsciously, and quickly moved his hand move away.

"If I lose this benefit, I am deceiving myself.

I often think about it day and night,

If you want to ask the World Honored One, what is wrong is not wrong? "

He murmured and repeated these words, and then began to lose his mind: "Turning non-demons into Buddhas, is it disturbing my heart?"

Turning non-demons into Buddhas is disturbing my heart?

He curled up his body as if he was afraid of the cold, and the corners of his eyes were bright red as if they were about to drip blood.

Turning non-demons into Buddhas is disturbing my heart?

Outside the door was the sound of laughing and playing with the little knives. They ran across the wooden floor in a row, such excitement was never seen before.

Compared with before, the current Honmaru is harmoniously like the Paradise of Paradise mentioned by Buddhists.

The faces of the priestess in Su Yi and the young palace secretary flashed by very quickly, and too much time had passed, and their faces were already a bit blurred.

Forged knives, broken knives, spells, sacrifices...

Shuzhuwan was a little lost in thought, and the fingers around his calf twitched nervously. He thought aimlessly, and the appearance of a young man appeared in his mind. That young man was not handsome, but at most he had good features and was a little handsome. That's all.

But I don't know why, thinking of this young man, Shuzhuwan's whole body trembled, his fingers twitched, he hugged himself desperately, his long hair scattered on the side of his face, outlining a very dark and narrow space.

Shuzhuwan slowly calmed down in such darkness.

The scorching white light gradually faded, with frenzied distorted faces, laughter full of desire/noisy noises, those plastics, metals, woods... the slightly rough and cold textures, and the pain that seemed to last forever , was pressed in the deepest part of his memory.

Turning non-demons into Buddhas is disturbing my heart?

Shuzhuwan's closed eyes trembled, and Shuzhuwan listened to the sound outside. Mikayue was leading the judge to the Myriad Leaves Sakura in the atrium. The short knives ran back and forth, trying to drag the judge to go faster.

Shu Zhuwan pinched the nails on the palm of his hand and pierced the skin. He didn't care about the pain, and the narrow and long eyes were stained with almost holy piety.

——Turning non-demons into Buddhas confuses me?

The beads wrapped around his hands suddenly broke, and the clear beads burst and scattered all over the floor, ticking and rolling on the ground, filling the entire room.

The author has something to say: [Turning a non-demon into a Buddha, does it bother me?

Could it be that the devil turned into a Buddha to disturb my heart? 】

Zhuzi is already a little delirious...Actually, among the knives of Honmaru, the most distressing thing for me should be Zhuzi...

Don't look at his normal behavior before, he feels almost crazy. If there is no judge, he should always be like this and won't show it. A peaceful life is full of doubts and mistrust. If I have to say...maybe it is a bit similar to persecution paranoia?

emmmmm As for what happened before...

Next, I will slowly pull the thread of current affairs~

get ready!Let's start fighting the current politics together~

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