[Comprehensive] Onmyoji should also pay attention to the basic law

Zhao Fei traveled to the Onmyoji game, but his occupation in Ping'an Jing was not an Onmyoji, but a returning soul master.

Heianjing launched the business of shrines. As many sad people as there are in this world, some people will find a soul-returning master to cast spells on their behalf, light a piece of soul-returning incense in the shrine, and offer enough royal letters to summon shikigami.

The shrine is built in a quiet small courtyard, with fireflies dancing around it, and two lanterns swaying from side to side in the night wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

That night, when Zhao Fei was about to close the door, a human noble warrior with a high ponytail and red eyes came to visit.

It was late at night and the dew was heavy, and there seemed to be pearly drops of water on the bowstring he carried with him.He asked for a piece of soul-returning incense and lit it in front of the shrine, and the faint fragrance soon filled the air.

"I have a friend..." The samurai named Yuan Boya started with this sentence, "He used to be a very powerful monster. I met him when I was practicing in the mountains."

This must be a sad story. The ending of the story of entrusting the soul-returning master can be imagined. Zhao Fei put on a listening posture: "What happened to your friend?"

"He wholeheartedly pursued great power and righteousness in his heart, but followed the wrong master and helped Hei Qingming do a lot of bad things. In the final duel in Heiye Mountain, I shot him down with my own bow and arrow."

"I heard that Hei Qingming's soul finally merged with Bai Qingming's." Zhao Fei sighed, "Where's your friend?"

"His soul may be hovering in front of the Higan flower by the Sanzu River at this time." Yuan Boya clenched his fists and said, "I am willing to smash all the shikigami I have, just to return them in exchange for Daitengu."

"Then please prepare enough royal letters and place them on the table in front of the shrine. The incense has been burned for a while, and the fragrance should have spread to the underworld. Let us wait for the guests who come to visit."

Dingling, Dingling... The crisp sound of bells came from the distant darkness, and the faint ghost fire wrapped around the white soul banner, illuminating the two boys, one black and one white, who came from afar.

"What's the purpose of calling us?" The black boy was silent, and the white boy asked.

"This warrior named Yuan Boya wants to offer six thousand imperial letters in exchange for the rebirth of one of his friends."

"There are so many dead souls in the underworld, and countless people die every day. Where can I find the friend you mentioned?" Bai Tongzi asked innocently, tilting his head.

Yuan Boya handed over a green flute: "I put this flute away after the battle. He once used this flute to play a beautiful melody, summon a storm of feather blades, and fight side by side with me as a monster in the world of evil people. Until later he went astray, and we never saw each other again."

"He may not regard you as a friend for a long time, do you still want to call him back?"

"He just took a different path from me. I have shot a sharp arrow at him with my own hands. How can I let a proud soul disappear from here?"

"Okay, although Black Boy and I are only trainee ghost envoys, we reluctantly accept the commission to help you find this youkai friend."

The objects in the hands of the two boys collided with each other, emitting a dazzling white light, and countless red maple leaves instantly appeared from the white light, flying all over the sky in the wind.

A winged figure appeared behind the black and white boy, because he had wandered in the underworld for a long time, his soul seemed almost transparent, except for the black eyes and hair, from the wings to the clothes on his body to the slanted head The ghost masks he wore were all as pure as white snow.

The big tengu's eyes are empty, he has forgotten the past, and he doesn't remember the past, he looks like a puppet whose soul has been taken out.On the place where a large amount of blood had been spattered on his chest, a scarlet manjusawa was inserted obliquely.

"The flowers on the other side bloom for 1000 years and fall for 1000 years. The flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not caused by cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death." Zhao Fei sighed, "After returning to the soul, he is no longer the friend you knew, and started from the first level again. Growing up, even so, do you still choose to exchange?"

Yuan Boya nodded: "I don't regret it."

Zhao Fei took a pile of soul coupons that the other party had placed in front of the shrine as an exchange item in his hand, and lifted them up with the night wind, and the light blue soul coupons burned into faint blue spots of light, which were poured into the big tengus one after another. In the soul, and soon gathered into a bright soul light group.

The light ball quickly flew towards the shrine, and a red Zhaofu Dharma popped out from there.

"Now you can open it."

The young samurai stretched out his hand to touch the red Dharma, and saw a little fist-sized tengu appear on the shrine after a puff of green smoke. The feathers on his back were still wet, as if he had just crawled out of egg liquid.There is a red mole on the chest of the little tengu, which is the place where the big tengu was hit hard before.

Yuan Boya wrapped the newborn monster in gorgeous silk, and carried him back with a solemn face.

The black and white boy also turned to leave. When Zhao Fei put away the remaining sticks of the burnt back soul incense, he heard the out-of-tuned singing of the black boy from the distant night.

It was half of the piece that Hei Tongzi stole from Yan Mona. Hei Tongzi, who had just started to speak, didn't know the meaning of it at all, and just learned to pronounce it.The song says:

"Sorrows and joys in the world, several causes and effects, no need to talk, no need to ask."

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Let me show you a short story about participating in the Onmyoji Essay Competition. I guess you didn’t bother to read it before and just posted it here.

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