[Comprehensive] Fusangshen

This is a temple.

The vermilion paint dazzled the beams and red pillars, and a string of wind chimes hung on the eaves to pray for blessings. The wind chimes tied with golden satin rang in the wind, as if they were whispering and singing ancient legends.The ancient and spacious promenade twists and turns, quietly extending to an unknown direction. The leaves of the trees planted along the corridor are orange-red, like clouds rising from the sky in the evening.

A faint agarwood floats in the air, and with the green smoke floating in the incense burner, it affects the cause and effect that no one can understand.

A sword is enshrined on the incense table in the main hall of the temple. The scabbard is pure white and clear, and a string of blue-purple rosary beads is wrapped around the sword.

——Sword and Buddha, killing and mercy.

The most contradictory proposition in the world constitutes the most beautiful scenery in the world.

After a long time, there was a sound of footsteps in the empty temple, but it was calm and calm.

——A man with red hair and golden eyes walked in.

His clothes are out of place here, and there is a sword hanging around his waist, but it is exactly the same as the sword placed on the incense table at the moment.

He raised his eyes slightly, his gaze lazily glanced at the peaceful scene in front of him, and finally landed on the pure white sword on the case.

"... Counting Zhuwan Heng times..."

The deep voice drifted away with the ethereal wind chimes from the corner of the eaves, like someone dropped a stone on a quiet lake, and the mirror surface that was smashed instantly created a pool of ripples.

Following this call-like words, the sword placed quietly on the incense table uttered a clear and sharp sound, like the sound of the wind flapping the wings of a bird when it is returning to its nest, like the sound of water flowing over pebbles in a mountain stream, everything All phases, but between the sound of the sword.

Immediately afterwards, pure white light emitted from the sword, like fine snow falling in winter, clear and light.But in the blink of an eye, there was another person in the empty hall——

The newly-appeared man has long hair that drags on the ground, changing from the initial ink color to pure white. Two silver-blue hair ornaments are hooped on both sides of his hair, and the end of the hair is tied with a blue ribbon.His face was clear and handsome, his eyes were tightly closed, only the slender and soft eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time.

He was wearing a blue dress with a white cloak buttoned on his chest with blue and purple tassels.The most conspicuous thing is the long string of rosary beads wrapped around his body, like messy and gorgeous threads, locking him tightly.

He stood there silently, with a peaceful and peaceful expression, like a sitting Buddha.

The whole hall sank into a wonderful and quiet atmosphere, as if in a trance, I heard the lingling of the golden rings on the tin staff, and the reverent chanting of the Buddhist scriptures.

After a long time, the red-haired man who appeared first broke the silence: "...It's really the first time to meet in such a posture."

"All actions are impermanent, and all dharmas have no self." Fu Sangshen with long hair dragging to the ground spoke up, with a soft and gentle voice: "My name is, counting beads and pills. In the long time when the world's values ​​have changed several times , have been searching for what Buddhism and Taoism are.”

Hearing the words, the red-haired man curled his lips in an unclear manner: "It's really a Buddhist saber...so, have you found your own way of Buddhism?"

Fu Sangshen, who called himself Shuzhuwan, trembled slightly, showing a rare look of bleakness and confusion: "This world is full of pain. The way to relieve pain is faith, and it is also the duty of a monk. But, I don't know yet, as a murderer props, to protect Buddhism, such a way of existence, is it right or wrong..."

The red-haired man looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and replied lazily, "I don't understand Buddhism... But there is one thing I do understand."

"...what's the matter?"

Then, under Shuzhuwan's slightly surprised expression, the red-haired man walked up to the incense table, picked up the Buddha knife enshrined on the table, and then quickly drew the knife out of its sheath.

The snow-white to shiny blade added a bit of chill to this sacred temple. The man who looked like a flame stretched out his hand and brushed the sharp blade, and asked Fu Sangshen opposite: "At this moment, is your hand waving?" The person, who is it?"

The calm question was like a heavy hammer that hit his heart suddenly, so that Shu Zhuwan was stunned for a moment.Then, he heard the man's deep voice sound again, as if he was coaxing gently, but also as if he was ordering coldly: "Open your eyes and count the balls."

Shuzhuwan's eyelashes trembled violently a few times, and he well concealed his momentary bewilderment.However, the man on the opposite side obviously didn't intend to let him go so easily, so he repeated again: "Open your eyes and look at me, and count the beads."

The man's voice was calm, but with undeniable determination and coldness.

As if responding to the other party's words, Shuzhuwan's eyelashes fluttered a few times like a butterfly's wings.Then, I don't know whether it was a moment or a long time, those eyes that seemed to be closed forever, finally opened slowly——

Those are very, very beautiful eyes.It seems to contain the light of fireflies, flowing clouds and mountains and rivers, indifferent and compassionate, just like gods and Buddhas weeping to overcome the suffering of all living beings.

"Answer me," the dark golden eyes stared at the other person, and the red-haired man slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Who is the person you see who is using you now?"

The red-haired and golden-eyed figure was engraved in Shuzhuwan's eyes, and after a long time, he said as if sighing: "It's you... This is the fate that the Buddha said."

"I don't understand about Buddha, but..." The red-haired man held up a sword flower, neatly put the sword back into the scabbard, and then said in a low and firm tone, as if declaring: "You are already mine. The knife is gone, count the beads."

……

"Master Shen Chen... It's time for Master Shen Chen to get up..."

The voice belonging to Qiubi came from the haze, gradually changing from floating and ethereal to clear.

Shen Chen slowly opened his eyes.

"...It's already morning?"

"That's right, today is the resignation day of the first batch of Ichikatsu god judges. Didn't we make an appointment to pick up the remaining swords of Awataguchi?" Chubby squatted obediently on the head of the bed, shaking them one after another. Tail: "Speaking of which, Mr. Shen Shen slept very deeply this time. It's rare to see you get up late."

"Ah, I had a dream."

"Dream? What kind of dream is it?"

Chubby asked suspiciously as if he sensed something.

However, Shen Chen didn't answer it, but gently picked up the sword beside the pillow.

Then Chubby looked over, and relying on his powerful data analysis ability, the little white beast immediately discovered the difference between this vibrating sword and the previous one: "Huh? This vibrating knife looks like... um, Got older?"

——It no longer looks like a batch of items produced from a forge, but more like an ancient object that has truly experienced the baptism of time and has a kind of vicissitudes and tranquility.

Shen Chen snorted and laughed, and his casual tone seemed meaningful: "Of course... After all, this is, counting Zhuwan Hengji..."

——Forged by Hengji Qingjiang, the legendary Five Swords of the World.

"Hey—"

The sword in its sheath let out a clear hum, as if in response.

The corners of the heavy lips curved in a pleasant arc, and then he pinned the sword to his waist.

Qiubi keenly felt that something happened to Shen Shen that he didn't know about, but he didn't ask too much, but made an unexpected request: "Master Shen Shen, I hope you can go to this world for a while."

"En?" Shen Chen replied while washing up, "Is it related to the previous incident?"

In fact, ever since Shen Chen came back from Miyazawa Chisato's Honmaru that day, Chubby discovered that there were many new causal lines wrapped around Shen Chen's body. Although each line was very thin and fragile, it couldn't hold up to an extremely large number.

As the saying goes, less makes more, such a cause and effect of great influence naturally aroused Qiubi's interest, so it has been secretly investigating the reason for the past seven days.

And now, it has found the answer——

"To explain it in the words of the present world, this is probably the legendary idol effect."

——Because people like to admire or look forward to a certain person, they spontaneously devote themselves to it. The duration of this relationship may be long or short, but it must be hot and pure enough.

Hearing this, Shen Shen thought of the photos taken by Miyazawa Chisato, so he raised his eyebrows knowingly, and then asked with a little interest: "So, what do you want me to do?"

The little white beast squatted on the ground, showing a smiley expression: "Become an idol, Mr. Shen Shen!"