[Onmyoji] In the days of becoming one eye link

In fact, when I heard those prayers, I was helpless. As the god of wind, natural disasters like floods should never have come to me!

But I can't help but respond, after all, they are my people.

I can feel the love and gratitude for my people in my chest that belonged to Yimulian before.

"Lord Fengshen..." Those villagers were wearing very muddy clothes, and they had already encountered too many hardships when they wanted to escape.

Looking over the expectant faces, I sighed in my heart and raised a smile to comfort everyone: "Don't worry, I will find a way to make this flood deviate from the village."

"Thank you, Lord Fengshen!"

"I said Lord Fengshen must have a solution!"

"Master Fengshen, thank you, thank you!"

Let the villagers wait in the shrine. When I left, I inadvertently swept the mid-air near the shrine. I don’t know if it was an illusion. I faintly felt a divine power that was not inferior to myself.

Are there any gods nearby?With such doubts, I came to the village. At the moment, there was no one in the village, only the leftover livestock fled everywhere, but I never dared to leave the village.

With a slight flexion of the fingers, the protective barrier surrounding the village was shattered silently, as if liberated, the livestock quickly fled here.

The flood is very near.

I am not the god of water, and I have no way to change the water flow. The only thing I can borrow is the power of the wind.

Changing the direction of the water through the wind is the only way to do it.

When the palm of my hand began to gather wind, I suddenly understood why Yimulian still tied his right eye with a bandage even though he was not blind.

Did you expect today?Will this be the price paid by a god to change the will of heaven in order to protect his people and the cause and effect he has suffered?

There are many changes in my heart, and the wind that has been forcibly condensed is still changing the direction of the flood in accordance with my own wishes.At the same time, the more the flood deviates from the established track, the pure divine power in the body will be faintly mottled, and the right eye has completely lost the power to see.

At the last second when I was about to be squeezed dry, the flood was finally completely changed to another direction. I staggered back a few steps and crashed into a generous and warm embrace.

"You are really stupid to do this for weak human beings." The clear voice expressed the harsh words, but I fell asleep in the thin lips that opened and closed.

I heard that people with thin lips must have low EQ.

"Master Yimulian!"

"what?"

The next time I woke up was in the middle of the night, lying on a bed made of soft feathers.There are no lights in the house, only the bright moon outside the window accompanied by the clear sound of the flute.

I propped up my weak body and got out of bed, pushed open the door, and saw the flute player under the moon... No, a monster?

"you're awake."

"Ah."

Naturally, the man with the huge black feathers put on a haori for me.

Thick and warm, just like his embrace.

"The flood went to other places and destroyed other villages." The man said, "You have already paid the debt."

"Then it's the responsibility." As long as the people are fine.

"Stupid." The man blurted out this adjective for the second time, but even so, he still had a handsome face and a calm expression.

What a beautiful monster.

"I should go back to my shrine."

"I send you."

The man thrust the flute into his waist, hugged me horizontally, spread his black feathers and flew up.

It's unbelievable to say that it's the first time I've seen this man in my subjective experience, but I don't object to any of his words or actions at all.

As if it was a matter of course.

This man's breath is so familiar that it scares me.

The feeling of flying in the night sky can't be said to be very interesting. I was just gently caressed by the night wind blowing on my face, and shrank cheekily into the man's arms.

I don't know if it's because I'm too sensitive, I think the man seems to take me into his arms spontaneously.

Such a scene seems to have happened a long time ago.

It's just that my mind is chaotic, everything is mixed together, but I can't remember clearly.

Maybe I had this experience in my dream.

The man's speed was very fast. When I returned to the shrine, I was still a little dazed and immersed in thinking.Until the feet touched the ground, a shallow kiss was printed on the lips, which seemed to be just a touch.

I covered my mouth in astonishment and looked at the man, only to see that he rarely smiled, it was just an arc, but it made my heart beat violently.

"I'll wait for you to remember." After saying that, he left a feather and flew away again.

...You said you can leave as soon as you leave, why bother me to sweep the floor by myself? At this time, I have to miss that little monster, Broom God. Although he is a little ugly, he is extraordinarily diligent.

If he was there, the shrine would be clean every day, why would I need to do it myself!

Later, I personally brought Yingcao and the others back, with a little butterfly girl and Jue as a gift, but the two that came with it kept running out.

That man's haori was put away carefully by me, and I finally pulled out his name from my strenuous memory.

Big Tengu.

SSR ah!

Well, this is probably another resentment I had before I did not inherit Yimulian.

After the hidden danger of the flood was gone, I thought that I could stay in the shrine and live a heartless life with the little monsters as before, and occasionally go to find sleep for Yingcao and threaten her not to make Yingcao worry too much. Category.

Indeed, such days lasted for a long time, so long that the little monsters left one by one because their lives were exhausted, and went to the place under the jurisdiction of Yan Mo.

I know that there are countless little monsters like the broom god, the red-tongued tomb robber, the butterfly spirit Yingcao, in this world, and most of them have similar personalities due to the influence of race, but...

Those monsters are not the little monsters who have been with me for so long.

Yingcao was the last one to leave. At that time, she still maintained the appearance of a little girl, pillowing on my knee as if talking in sleep, "Yimu, even an adult must be fine! You are Yingcao and everyone, the best My favorite god! You must..."

Be good.

The little girl closed her eyes quietly and went to find her and her companions.

I used my remaining divine power to transform the little girl into her original form and fly away. The dandelion seeds can fly far, far away. Perhaps one day she will continue to take root and become a new firefly.

It's just that it won't be my firefly grass.

Looking at the scattered dandelions, I leaned a little tiredly on the pillar of the torii gate. Everything around me was broken like a mirror in water and turned into ruins eroded by time.

I used my last divine power to maintain the environment and reassure Miss Yingcao, it really is...

So stupid.

Without faith, without divine power, I am no longer a god.

The only people I recognize are long gone, and those who made the decision to move the village are not My people.

Thinking of those old people who left everyone in the village a long time ago and prayed for me every day, I still felt the moisture in the corners of my eyes.

This is my sin. In order to protect my people, I led the flood to another village. The cause and effect caused by this is the sin that I am about to dissipate now.

Can I...can I go home?

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