The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"Hello." Xie Yuanyuan said mechanically, "You have already arrived in the Underworld, and we are all King Yama of the Ten Temples. I am King Qin Guang, and he is... ouch!"

Du Zijun greeted him with a slap in the face without mercy, and said coldly, "When is it, you're still telling bad jokes."

The cultivator tried his best to pull out a hand from the sack, supported his body and sat up, his gaze changed from lax and dazed to slowly condensed clarity, reflecting the light of the lamp, his eyes were as bright as burning.

"Yes, I remembered!" He was startled suddenly, as if he had been burned, and hurriedly took off the sack on his body.Wen Zheliu found that he no longer wore a plain black robe, but a dark kimono, perhaps because he had seen too many ghosts with animal heads and human bodies, when he looked at him again, the sense of disobedience was not so strong.

The monk got up recklessly, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were filled with an extremely strong light, it seemed that from the moment he regained his consciousness, a certain goal deeply engraved in his mind also woke up, And it burned his soul like a branding iron, forcing him to achieve it without stopping.

"Time... time is coming soon, no, I have to... I have to..." He stumbled up and got up, Xie Yuanyuan let out an "ah" in surprise, but the man had already fallen out like a headless chicken, his His feet were caught by the cumbersome sack, and his forehead was hit heavily on the corner of the table with a muffled sound, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, but continued to stand up on hands and feet, intending to run outside.

Du Zijun's face was strange, he pressed his palm on the ground, and an invisible barrier appeared in front of the monk, causing him to hit again with a "boom", this time the impact was even harder, the man fell back dizzily, completely Stop cooking.

"Drag over here." Du Zijun ordered, Xie Yuanyuan moved quickly, dragging and hugging him over, Wen Zheliufu sprinkled some water on his face, waiting for him to wake up.

"It seems that he doesn't seem to know everything..." Wen Zheliu was puzzled, "This is a bit too big, how did he come here, is it the Holy Son, or the Holy Nun? Will?"

Was it the dream that the Son of God dreamed about day and night that brought him here?

"Listen to what he said, time is running out, hurry up," Xie Yuanyuan stared curiously at the big bag on the monk's head, "He must know something, this time the mission is to...send him and The Holy Son has met."

As he was talking, Xie Yuanyuan suddenly came back to his memory, and the lingering sound was slowly extinguished between his teeth and tongue.

"...That's fine," he said in a daze, "this is the real Shangqiongbi and downfall. Even in hell, they still have to search for each other's shadow. The two of them must really love each other..."

Wen Zheliu looked at the back of Xie Yuanyuan squatting on the ground, opened his lips, then closed them again, Du Zijun's eyes were indifferent, and suddenly said: "Don't think about it."

He Qin poured a glass of water slowly, avoiding the wound on his shoulder, and said softly, "Let him think about it. One of Amaterasu's tears was also shed for him."

Xie Yuanyuan stopped talking, as if he finally woke up from an illusory dream.For so many days, he spent the longest time with the Holy Son. The Holy Son has never been out of Awaqiyuan. Gifts are enough to buy a country, but they talked to her in the ancient and profound language of the gods, uttering lotus flowers or thunder that destroyed the country, but they never told her about the mundane fireworks.Her range of activities has always been imprisoned in that exquisite Juta, and the only way to communicate with the outside world is that dream - the high and wide silver moon rising from the horizon of Huangquan, covering the dead with gentle and thick brilliance The country where the man with a blurred face held her with fiery palms, the two of them ran wildly without any scruples, letting the wind leave everything far behind.

She is not completely alone when she comes here, He Qin will talk to her about the scenery on high places, Wen Zheliu will listen carefully to her life in Abo Qiyuan, and sometimes even Du Zijun will frown and help her repair what is damaged Little gadgets, but they all have something to do after all, Xie Yuanyuan was the one who accompanied the Son the longest.The girl looked at him with bright eyes, and he stammered and clumsily told her the stories of their previous adventures, with poor vocabulary and a flushed face, about those terrible betrayals, cruelties The farewell, the heartbroken search and the hopeless persistence.He is unqualified as a storyteller, and he is just a few adjectives over and over again. The plot line is anticlimactic. After a long time, there will be logical contradictions before and after the story. If he is really a storyteller in a teahouse, The customers were already bombarded with boos and melon seeds.However, Shengzi didn't mind these small flaws. She really learned something from Xie Yuanyuan's narration that she had never felt before, those grotesque worlds, those sad or hateful people.

"Feng is great!" Whenever Xie Yuanyuan finished speaking, sweating on the tip of her nose, and nervously picking up her teacup to pour tea, she straightened her body and clapped her hands, her eyes eager and sincere, like a naive little seal , it seems that what Xie Yuanyuan stammered and finished telling is not a bad story, but some fascinating and masterpiece.Xie Yuanyuan could only lower his head and giggle, not knowing what else to say... what else to say?This is the first girl in your life who can see you and communicate with you normally. The first time she saw you, she shed tears and asked how you could endure such deep loneliness...

How many girls can you meet in your life who are willing to cry for you?

For so many days, he has been repeatedly saying to himself, she is the Holy Son, she is God, she is the Oiran Taifu of the Nightless City, the Amaterasu of Huang Quanguo, and she is the other half of the Holy Nun... She is the AI , she is a life completely in two worlds with you.

...but so what?She can see you, she cried for you!

Today, now, another brand new, weak voice finally appeared in his heart—but she has someone she likes... They have already made an appointment to hold each other's hands when the moon is rising in the sky. It is an agreement that transcends reincarnation and also transcends life and death. How can you use your flesh|mortal body to stop it?

So he also suddenly froze.

——Is this so...

——Yes, two hearts that are close to each other cannot accommodate anything else.Even if that thing is your favorite, it is the first time in your life that your heart is moved.

——Then...well then...

Xie Yuanyuan lowered his head, scratched the back of his hand, and murmured softly: "Then...then okay..."

Wen Zheliu looked up at He Qin, He Qin shook his head, Du Zijun was just silent, he put his hand on Xie Yuanyuan's shoulder, and stroked his head.

"Falling in love with someone, no matter who you like, it's not your fault," Wen Zheliu said softly, "It's just...it's just a compulsory course in life, after you finish it, you can move forward One more step."

In the silence, the monk finally opened his eyes silently. He touched the ruby-like floor in a daze, and his voice was dry: "I... have I arrived at Awagihara?"

Du Zijun turned to look at him: "Do you still know Abo Qiyuan?"

The monk looked around, touched the bag on his head subconsciously, and "hissed" for a while, only then did he realize that there were four other people in the room.

"You... who are you?" He stepped back, looking at them warily.

Wen Zheliu knew that after the world line changed, the NPC might not remember every player, so he took out the cross he had given to him from his backpack and handed it over from a distance.

"Look," he said, "remember this? You gave it to me once. We're not bad people."

The monk took the cross suspiciously, and He Qin continued: "There is still a poem written by Theresa in it, but you won't even forget this, right?"

The monk stared at the cross, and when he heard Teresa's name, he was slightly shocked, as if waking up from a dream. He looked at the four people in front of him, and murmured: "Yes, yes... this is my thing, I put it It is given to you... Sorry, this is no longer the human world. I turned my back on the heavenly father and came to a dead country in a foreign land. I am not a living person anymore, so I really can't remember what happened before I was alive..."

"Wait, wait!" Wen Zheliu heard more and more something was wrong, he frowned and said, "What did you just say, you...you deviated from your own religion?"

The monk nodded, not understanding why he was so shocked: "Yes, I am no longer a cultivator and a devout believer. I am ashamed of the enlightenment of my soul and the test of my body by the heavenly father, but I have never violated my promise... ...From birth to death, never violated."

Promise... what promise?

All four of them looked at him, dimly flickering candles, they seemed to have returned to the illusion of the sixth world, the man's eyes were as blue as the sea, and the cross shone brightly on his lapel, he said to the girl in front of him: "From From now on, you are my sister, and I am your brother. If you want to love you, guide you, teach you, and respect you like a fellow husband, that is what you deserve, and you have suffered for your sake. Not for anything else."

Wen Zheliu suddenly opened his eyes wide.

A guide, a teacher... He actually used such a promise in a vain attempt to take on Seresa's sin and punishment, which was like a flood that destroyed the world!

Because he is the guide and teacher, all revenge, all madness, and all unforgivable sins of the holy nun from now on will have his shadow. She is not doing something alone, she has accomplices, then The beginning of her love and frenzy, the source of all and the beginning of all.

—she loved him, and he died.

No wonder he went down to the underworld... No, that's not right either?According to the timeline, there is only one world that may be connected with the background of Huang Quanguo, and that is Long Ji's third world.But the monk said that he came here after his death, so what is connected with this should be the sixth world after the monastery... What is going on?

Wen Zheliu said in a low voice: "So... it was your promise that guided you here."

The monk nodded: "Yes."

"So what's your purpose for coming here?" Du Zijun asked, "She is already the wife of the city that never sleeps, and the moon is in the sky. What will happen after you two meet? What do you want to tell her?"

With a gentle and sad smile on the monk's face, he replied softly: "My time is very limited, I'm afraid I won't have time to say anything."

"Then what do you want to do?" Xie Yuanyuan finally raised his head, looking fiercely into the monk's eyes, his pupils were so bright, burning with anger like a little lion, "She jumped off Abo Qiyuan just to Came to meet you and you told me you didn't have time to say anything? She's down in the boiler room right now, I'll bring her up so you can talk good enough, consider it my time for you !"

He didn't know if this man heard his angry questioning, but the monk had already continued: "Because I want to take her out of here...I want to send her back to the world."

"What?" Du Zijun pressed Xie Yuanyuan's body, raised his eyebrows in surprise, "You're not kidding, you want to send her back to the top, how do you want to send her?"

The monk smiled: "This kind of opportunity doesn't come every year. Thirty years in Huangquan Country is counted as a reincarnation. Every 30 years, Yue Duoming will drive the moon chariot, fly from Huangquan River, and cross the entire Dead Country. This will be the only moonrise in 30 years. At this time, the tide will be affected by the gravity of the moon god, and the water of the Huangquan River, which is as wide as the sea, will recede, revealing the complete Hirasaka Avenue, and the ghosts will go along the Huangquan Biliangsaka Go forward...and you can return to the human world."

Wen Zheliu suddenly said: "No wonder you said you want to make an appointment at the climax of the moon..."

There was a slight movement in his heart. To be able to grasp the timing so accurately, this man must have been planning for it for many years.

Du Zijun asked: "So, do you want to see her? The Holy Son is hiding in the boiler room on the bottom floor of Yang's house, and he will be back early tomorrow morning..."

"No, you can't!" The monk quickly shook his head, "I... can't get close to her."

"Why?" Wen Zheliu asked, "You haven't seen each other for a long time, it's good to sit down and talk."

The monk smiled: "I went to Awaqiyuan tonight because I heard that she was missing, and I was very anxious. I felt that I must know if she was safe. Now that I know, there is nothing to worry about..."

He spread his palm and looked at the lines in his palm, with a hint of relief and bitterness hidden in his expression, he said: "As long as I hold her hand, or be seen by her, I will feel like being caught by the sun." Melting like snow, I will disappear slowly, there is no way to relieve it, just like the laws and rules of this world... But because I am a ghost who came here from another country, the darkness covering Huangquan Hirazaka can blind the mainland Any ghost's eyes are useless to me alone, and only I can find the way back to the human world."

"She shouldn't be here," said the friar. "They call her Astronomy, and say she is the god of the sun. But the sun should shine where there are seasons and fireworks, and not be imprisoned here, no Freedom, and no joy in sight."

He Qin moved his arms calmly: "That is to say, you will die the moment the moon is in the sky and you take her away from Huangquan. Have you really thought it through?"

The monk was stunned: "What?"

"Ghosts who died in the underworld will never have any chance of being resurrected." He Qin looked at him with sharp golden eyes, "That is to say, even if you love each other, you can't stay together forever and get a reunion together." The finale. You are like flames and moths, the moment you embrace each other, it is equivalent to being in death, only one can continue to live under the burial of the other...Even so, does it not matter?"

"The soul is like a jade string, if you want to break it, you have to break it." The monk lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, his eyes were like a Buddha, and what he said was actually a proficient Noh play line.

He Qin was slightly taken aback.

The full text of this waka is "The soul is like a string of jade strings, and if you want to break it, you have to break it. If this body is alive, it is difficult to hide the chaos of feelings."The background of the story of Dingke took place in the Heian period. There was a taboo love between Fujiwara Dingke and Prince Shikiko. It is still the Zhaiyuan that has served the gods all their lives, so the relationship between the two is not tolerated in the world. Once it is exposed, the two will not only be ruined, but will also lead to murder.The flames of love are burning, facing this shocking obscenity that will drag me to hell, the prince in Shizi sang softly, she said that my life is like a pearl on a string, I want to cut it off Just cut it off quickly, if I want to drag on my life, it will be hard to cover up the confused emotions in my heart from the world.

Later, she really died, and after her death, Fujiwara Takae also went with him, turning into vines and wrapping around the tomb of Prince Shikinai, and all the delusion and greed of life and death were all in the desolate and silent drizzle Intense and rolling, just like this lyric, in the long and gentle singing, there is a love that is more cruel and decisive than poison and fire.

"Really," He Qin lightly touched Wen Zheliu's sleeve, nodded, "Since this is the case, as long as you are ready, then accept your commission."

"Okay... It's just that now our story script has expanded from the silver mother where the moon will never set tonight to the forest of fireflies..." Wen Zheliu spat out with difficulty, "So this means that we have to speed up Now, the city lord must find a way to get rid of it, it depends on whether Huaying and the others can find Bai Jingxing, hurry up and hold a meeting tomorrow."

Du Zijun asked: "When will the monthly readings arrive?"

"Three weeks later," said the monk, "if you look at the itinerary, it happens to be..."

"The day of the oiran election." Xie Yuanyuan said in a deep voice.

Wen Zheliu and He Qin glanced at each other, it was too coincidental.

"There is no place for a man in Yang's house," Wen Zheliu sighed, "Since you can't see the Holy Son, and you can't let her see you, then we have to find a way to hide you...that's good, tomorrow In the morning, we will hand you over to a person, her name is Xiao Shanguang..."

At this point, he suddenly couldn't continue talking. This feeling was really cruel.They must hide the matter of monks from the Holy Son. When the lamp that symbolizes the day is lit and the Holy Son returns to them, she will never know that she has agreed with herself for 30 years...or a longer time, in countless A lover waiting in reincarnation will pass by me, and the same person will send them to two places in different directions.

He Qin held his hand and said to the monk: "Xiao Shanguang is the loose tea here, she can let you go to a safe place. You will be able to meet the Holy Son on the day of the oiran election. At that time, everything will be done by us." Clear the way."

The monk bowed deeply: "Thank you, thank you...I don't know how to thank you anymore..."

He raised his head again, his eyes were deep and wide as the sea: "One more thing, if you feel inconvenient, please call me by my name."

Wen Zheliu was stunned: "You? Where did you get your name?"

"Walking here, how can I do without a name?" The monk smiled. "My name is Abel. I am very glad to meet you."