[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Mount Takao.

Located on the eastern edge of the Kanto Mountains, about 50 kilometers away from the center of Tokyo, plus the crow tengu in Qingluhuo's memory...

It couldn't be more obvious.

That is the territory of the Nuragumi, and the resident is a certain tengu who was still young 400 years ago.

Elan browsed information about Mount Takao on the Internet, and all he got were travel tips—yes, Mount Takao is a tourist attraction with many tourists.

This kind of situation of opening up the site for people to play seems familiar. Elan thought of the Dike family in Kukulu Mountain, but obviously, the crow tengu couldn't receive travel expenses from tourists.

Monsters and human beings are in a state where well water does not interfere with river water, and the latter does not know the existence of the former.

Elan thought for a while, and boarded the "Monster Brain".

This is a website run by Qing Tsui. He claims to be a monster expert on it. Everyone is welcome to ask questions related to monsters and provide answers. In addition, he will also accept commissions through this website.

Everyone in the Qing Cross Strange Detective Team has an administrator account, and they can log in to do operations such as answering questions and browsing materials.

The site works well and is very popular.

Why do you say?

Lu Sheng and You Luo repelled several monsters as entrusted, and effectively solved the problems of people who had nowhere to turn for help. You must know that not everyone can contact a reliable professional onmyoji.And it's a free service.Of course, during this period, Qing Tsugumi still avoided all chances to see monsters.

Anyway, there are a lot of comments here.

Although most of them are "spiritual events" that happen to scare people.

Elan used Mount Takao, Toad Immortal, Onmyoji, etc. as keywords to search for information for a while, but did not come up with any useful clues, and there were no stories about these from Domeki.

The news about Qingming is only a hundred years ago...

Anyway, you still need to go to the field to see.

The humans who have seen Seimei with their own eyes should all be dead, but maybe the youkai who have seen him can be found.

With this idea in mind, Elan wrote a few chapters and set the manuscript box to publish automatically. He pretended that his father called the tutor and asked for a week off, so that the hundred-eyed ghost and the little paper figurine could take a good look at the house and pack up their things—— In fact, I went to the street to buy a bunch of interesting things, and took the tram to go out.

it is summer now.

The sun was so strong that it made people flustered.

In order to make himself less obtrusive, Elan made a disguise.

The current appearance is between a teenager and a young man, making it easy to think of words such as youthfulness and dreams, and Elan likes long hair-combining all aspects, the role he chose for himself is an art student.

The long hair is tied up, the drawing board is carried on the back, and there is a full set of tools in the bag, which is almost fake.

In fact, dealing with monsters does not require so many disguises, as long as you use violence directly to make the other party speak, the Dark God will do this, it can only be said that it is out of interest.

Just like he always liked to play the magister in the original world.

Most monsters haunt in the dark, so Elan found a hotel to rest and waited quietly until night.

The night is already deep.

Everyone has gone to bed, the hotel lights are off, only a few rooms that are upside down day and night are still stubbornly lit.But most of them won't go out.

At night in the mountains and forests, there must be mosquitoes, and maybe wild animals will come and go.

Like a fox.

Conscious that he was a beast, Elan walked leisurely towards the mountain.

He was wearing a loose bathing suit, and he was stepping on clogs that were not conducive to movement. He was clearly walking in the forest at night, but it was like visiting a temple fair.

Is it stupid or do you have any cards?

In the grass and on the trees, several pairs of scarlet eyes are ready to move.

Through light and darkness, Elan could feel their longing, and he was longing too.

Come and play.

The chirping of birds covered the silence, and there were small animals passing by. Unfortunately, until he reached the mountainside, none of the monsters really jumped out.

Unexpectedly, the god thought of the words of the cunning ghost he heard 400 years ago: not only to protect monsters, but also to protect humans...?

So in Mount Takao controlled by the Nulianggumi, the youkai are so peaceful.

The traces of wings in the sky are the patrolling crow tengu. When Elan thought of the nest of crow tengu in Atago Mountain in Heianjing, he suddenly felt a little kind.

but--

There are no monsters without long eyes who come out to provoke him, who should he ask him to attack?

Really sad people.

The boy was walking towards the top of the mountain. He was wearing an orange bathing suit with a goldfish pattern on it. The color was originally bright, but his whole body seemed to blend into the darkness.

A flute sounded.

The clear and long notes, with a touch of sadness, are a little out of tune, as if they were just made by the flute player casually, but they cannot conceal their exquisite skills.

Humanity?monster?

Elan can "see", but doesn't want to reveal the mystery in advance.

The boy walked in the direction where the flute sound came from.

There, there is a bamboo forest.

The man with long dark green hair was quietly playing a flute with his back to the boy.

It's a monster.

Very clear demonic aura, even the breath of bamboo can be smelled.The boy found a piece of smooth bluestone and sat down without disturbing him, being a good listener.

Ellen was a little curious.

This strange monster is already SR, a level enough to pose a threat to the same kind who pay attention to territorial awareness.So, does Crow Tengu know?How do the two get along?

The bamboo forest above the head swayed slightly, making a rustling sound, and the moonlight could not reach this area, which was in the shade of the mountain.

The music stopped.

The man didn't mean to say hello to the boy, but played the next song after a short break, and the boy didn't mean to interrupt, and continued to listen.

All is well.

When it was daylight, Elan went down the mountain and returned to the hotel, and entered his room through the window. After setting up the enchantment, he took out his tail and put it on his pillow to sleep.

Yes, he didn't care if the hotel beds and pillows were soft or not, or if there were even beds - there were tails anyway.This is probably called bringing your own bedding.

Sleeping until the sun was up, Elan dedicated himself to showing the spirit of an art student, carrying a drawing board and a full set of painting equipment, and went up the mountain to sketch.

According to the memory of the night, he arrived at the bamboo forest.

The strange monster from last night was wearing a long robe that exposed its chest, which was composed of white and green. The emerald green color and patterns on it were the kind that reminded people of bamboo.

So what kind of monster is it?

Elan had an answer in his heart.

The young man sketched out the appearance of the man on the drawing board, and painted a color - SR Wannian Bamboo.

After encountering Tamamoqian and Domeki one after another, Elan can gradually distinguish the monsters in this world and that world.This is a very strange feeling. If it must be described, the traces of space on the two bodies are different.Compared with the time when he has mastered part of the source, the Dark God's control of space has not reached the level of the source at all. Even so, it is enough to see through this point.

According to Elan's senses, Wannian Bamboo also came here from Heianjing.

According to Yuzao, in Heian-kyo, only half a year has passed since the event that can be called the "Twilight of the Gods". Did such a change happen in just half a year?

Putting the last touch on the hem of the portrait, Elan pondered.

Creatures like monsters, of course, have fetters if they live in groups, but this is not the case for SR and above who like to be alone.Baimugui's desire to go back is not very strong, and she can survive well in this world, so what about Wannianzhu?

Another night.

The moonlight is as clear as water.

The young man followed the sound of the flute to the bamboo forest. This time he was ready to interrupt, and at the end of the song, he said softly, "Do you want to go back?"

Wannianzhu looked at him.

Elan's aura completely melted into the darkness, making it impossible for people to find it. In order to show that he was harmless, this time he went up the mountain wearing a pair of fox ears.

This caused a lot of psychological shadow to the monster who wanted to eat him last night: he almost stepped into the trap and killed his life!

Wannianzhu seemed to have just seen the pair of fox ears, and his gaze stayed on them for a moment before turning to the young man's face. It's not surprising why the other party could see that he was not an aborigine here, and said calmly: "Your Excellency Method?"

"I guess there is."

Just being humble in such a short time that can be ignored, the god from the darkness exposed his arrogance, "If I can't do it, there will be no one."

Wannian Bamboo: "..."

A quiet music lover obviously cannot understand this enigmatic confidence.

Elan narrowed his eyes comfortably, and praised: "You play the flute very well. Among the people I know, there is only one person who can compare with you." The boy changed the subject, "Hey, be my shikigami! .”

Wannianzhu was a little confused.

Isn't it a monster? Why did he become an onmyoji again?

After a long time, the SR monster asked unsurely, "...Cosplay?"

"puff."

Noticing that the other person's gaze was on his ear, Elan laughed.Should it be said that the ACG culture here is too hot?Even Wannianzhu, who came from Heian-kyo and lived in the deep mountains and old forests for most of his time in this world, knew about the existence of cosplay.

The boy's ears moved, and then moved again.

Doubt was written on Wannianzhu's face.

Well, in this country, moving cosplay props are nothing.

Elan smiled and said, "Can't a monster be an Onmyoji?"

Saying this, the young man released his tail, and the demonic aura that belonged to the natural nine-tailed fox poured out and did not restrain itself. The monsters that were under the pressure of the entire mountain trembled, bowed their heads, and even knelt down. on the ground.

Wannianzhu looked at him with a cold face, like a green bamboo clinging to a green mountain, and nodded slowly, "I'll follow you. Shikigami will be spared."

The two went down the mountain one after the other.

When approaching the foot of the mountain, Wannianzhu asked, "Who is that person you mentioned who played the flute very well?"

Elan replied, "Big Tengu."