[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

Yasha recognized this face.

Long smoke-gray hair, maybe when he saw it last time, the monk's black hair was still stained with blood, and the bamboo hat was split from it, leaving a long and thin line of blood on his face.

Yasha spent many days in the human world. The so-called monsters lurked day and night, but he took the skin of Zhang mortals' admiration and did whatever he wanted. After setting fire to a village, the heavy rain came soon after, and he hid in the ruined temple. Rain was the first time I met this monk.

The monk leaned against the burning bonfire and was seriously injured. The sound of breathing seemed to be weak in the howling night wind. The blood line on his face ran across half of his face, and blood beads were still oozing out. Looking at him at the gate of the temple for a moment, the monk tremblingly raised his hand holding the Buddhist beads.

Yasha laughed in his heart. There are countless monks who want to save him, an evil ghost, but he has never seen such an overconfident person, even throwing the weapon in his hand on the ground, and swept Night Breeze to bully him When the monk was very close to him, his face was cold and handsome, and he was very playful, but he didn't expect the Buddhist beads to emit golden light the next moment.

The monk burst out with bleeding wounds all over his body, and before Yasha parried, he almost took him to see the Buddha with a single stroke of the Zen stick in his hand.

In the end, Yasha beat him to the ground, stepped on the monk's hand holding the Zen staff with his boots, and repeatedly crushed him, "Want to save my master?"

"You monk is so interesting... here, here, it's all the smell of monster flesh and blood..."

The monk was in a state of embarrassment, covered in blood, but his expression did not change. Yasha was a little annoyed by the look in his eyes, but he picked him up and sniffed carefully, smelling the breath of several big monsters nearby.

"Interesting, this is the first time this uncle has seen such a monk. It's a pity that you are going to see your Buddha soon."

The monk's breathing was weak, his long black hair drooped, and his face was almost invisible, but Yaksha was keenly aware of something ominous, he frowned and paused for a moment, then suddenly pinched the monk's face, and sure enough, he saw his lips move, probably still reading with his scriptures.

The world is too boring, there are boring guys everywhere, but he finally met some monks who could arouse his interest.

Yasha did something, probably for that monk, it was almost pushing him to the edge of hell.He fed his devil's blood to the monk who was knocked unconscious by his heavy blow, and put a lot of blood, and it flowed out from the wound on his wrist, and entered the monk's mouth, dyeing his lips and teeth a bright red color.

Thinking that the amount was about the same, Yasha withdrew his wrist, licked the wound, threw the monk by the campfire, and left in the face of the heavy rain at night.

He almost forgot about this matter, but unexpectedly met the other party here again.

The monk seemed to notice the approaching Yasha and Yatengu, put the prayer beads back in his sleeve, and turned around.

It is no longer a human face, the monk's eyes have the lines of monsters, and the long smoke-gray hair is more like a monster, Yaksha can even feel the power of the monster dormant on his body-feed it on that rainy night The devil's blood finally played its role.

Yatengu landed on the ground and gathered his wings, but Yasha had already stepped forward, his gaze stayed on the monster's pattern for a moment, and he raised his hand as a gesture of affection to the other party, "Long time no see, Monk, why don't you Has it become like me?"

Yatengu thought back to himself that it was strange that the young master knew that Qingfang master, and the monk who was a human being in the tone of other monsters, but he was a monster when he saw him today, but before he could sort out the various clues, before The two have already hit together.

Before he stepped forward, Yasha ordered him to wait at the same place. He and the monk had some old feelings to deal with. Among the entangled monster power, the blue one suddenly became chaotic and violent.

Ya Tiangou stepped forward to look at the comatose Qing Fangzhu's face, and probably had a guess in his heart, "He should be a mortal, but he has the blood of evil spirits in his body. Is this what the young master gave him?"

"If this is the case, if the young master continues to give him blood now, he can be turned into a monster. If not, he will experience the pain of fading the monster energy, and then he will return to the previous mortal."

Yasha didn't expect such trouble, he thought that if he used the blood of the evil spirit to revive the monk, he would turn into a monster, but he had to go through a second time. He squatted beside Master Qingfang and raised his hand. Wanting to pat his face, Qing Fangzhu suddenly held down his hand.

"Do you want my uncle's blood?"

Yasha asked condescendingly, the eyes of Qing Fangzhu always made him inexplicably displeased, as if the other party and him were two extreme creatures, completely incompatible with his character, taciturn, but full of arrogance, it was the first time he saw such a real person This kind of monk resembles a Buddha, his face is stained with blood, and he is full of evil spirits, but he still looks like he is going to the Mahavira Hall, sitting on the lotus platform, reciting Buddhist scriptures, and trying to save him.

But Qing Fangzhu finally opened his mouth, and the evil spirit flowed out of his mouth, and scattered around, "No...need."

The cyan evil spirit was quickly sucked into his mouth again, Qing Fangzhu almost knew what happened to him.He subdued demons with a Zen stick, waded through the sea of ​​blood with his flesh, countless lives were stained on his hands, even if the beads were entwined, they eventually turned from gold to black, and then to blue one by one, densely packed like a monster on his wrist. .

The blood that the evil spirit fed him was just an introduction.The common people in the world have killed countless people for the territory. It is not only the monster who burns the people in the village, but also has the ambition to dominate the world. , the flesh and blood of mortals were also contaminated with his Zen staff and his Buddhist beads, knocking him down from the ancient Buddha with a green lamp, and evil thoughts of demons arose in his heart, which attracted a demonic aura. Where did he come to this demon world.

Yasha clicked his tongue twice, the most displeased thing in his life is that something failed to fulfill his wish, and he bit his wrist without saying anything, and wanted to get close to the lips of Qingfangzhu, Qingfangzhu pursed his lips tightly and refused to drink any more The blood of evil spirits, Yasha showed an impatient look, but seeing that the evil spirit on his body became more and more ethereal and illusory, and he was getting closer and further away, so he sucked a big mouthful of blood, grabbed the other party's collar, lifted him up, and Stepped forward and took a bite.

Yatengu felt that he shouldn't be here even more.

He should have waved his wings to go back to meet the ghost king, and report to the ghost king that Mr. Ibaraki's young master is inconvenient in the field, and his subordinates came back first.

A line of bright red blood flowed down the corner of his lips, Qing Fangzhu didn't expect that evil spirit to be so presumptuous, he pinched his chin with one hand, forced his teeth apart, and then squeezed in blood with the tip of his tongue.

Qingfangzhu originally had a heart of demons. Since he entered the gate of Qingdeng Empty Space, he felt that he wanted to save the common people from the turmoil, eradicate demons and rebirth, and the bones were rampant, but unexpectedly, the person he wanted to save also had evil hearts like demons and colluded with demons to slaughter A mortal, now, is full of the blood of the evil ghost, and the two are mixed together, ready to move in his body, and in a short while absorbs a large piece of the spirit and evil energy of the dead big monster in the barren mountains and wild forests of the demon world.

Yasha's eyes were even brighter. He wiped the corners of his lips and jumped back to see the monk standing up from the pool of blood. The big cyan cocoon surrounded the monk, and then it exploded, twisting and twisting far away.

The white kimono on the monk's body was replaced by a rich blue color, his bamboo hat was painted with the mottled color of flames, and the top of the Zen staff in his hand had turned red, as if stained with blood that could not be wiped away. He slowly raised his head, The monster pattern on the face was finally completed, and the pupils of the eyes turned a normal green color.

About half an hour later, at the unfinished monster banquet, the newly born monster, Aofangzhu, was condensed by the monk's thoughts and the spirit and blood of many monsters he had slaughtered, holding his Zen stick in his hand, I bowed to the ghost king.

The monsters don't care about those monsters killed by Lord Qingfang. The monster world is the weak and the strong eat the strong. They also devoured countless little monsters before they entrenched themselves. If they can be eliminated by the mortal monks, they will naturally become monsters when they meet One member, now the other party wants to surrender to the ghost king again, so they exchanged a look with each other and accepted Qing Fangzhu.

The Ghost King didn't mind having one more under his command, and after listening to the Yatengu's report, he suddenly felt that he had a trick in his heart.

"Since it devoured Yaksha's blood, it's up to you to take care of it."

Ibaraki was sitting on the side with a sore back and was lazy in the soft seat. He just asked about the guide Shikigami, only to learn that this Aobozu is also one of the new SRs. He thinks that his own cub has learned how to abduct SRs. It seems like a good idea. Phenomenon, maybe next time I can abduct an SSR, so I naturally agreed with this idea.

Probably only Yasha was left with a displeased expression on his face, because the monk's monstrous aura was about to be compared with him. When he was feeding blood, he did not expect that an opponent of comparable strength would be born.

But now he is still the Shikigami of that Ibaraki Doji, and he even called out to the other party, "Father", what the Onmyoji-sama says is what it is, and the Onmyoji-sama also allocated a set of imperial souls to him. The world he used to live in was completely different and peaceful, and he had to do what the onmyoji ordered him to do.

Yasha smiled recklessly at the Master Qingfang, he was originally leaning against the pillar of the palace, his posture was as enchanting as he stood, half of his shoulders were exposed, and he wished to use his collar to cover his face. Master Qingfang with half a face, "Interesting, from today onwards, you will follow me."

Master Qingfang raised his eyes and looked at him. He has degenerated from a mortal to a half-demon, and now he has become a monster again, but his eyes are still exactly the same cold, as if he was sitting in a Buddhist hall chanting scriptures in the past, abstinent, indifferent, and full of compassion and mercy.

Yasha looked extremely uncomfortable with this look, and the two were incompatible and completely different.

"It's annoying."

Aobozu replied.

The author has something to say: Yasha: Damn this monk is different from the one I met!They are not moved by the charm of this uncle!No, I want him to break the merits!

Aobozu: Hehe (overwhelmed)

After turning into a monster, Aobozu will be more casual than when he was a mortal, and the blood of the monster is also affecting him. It may be inconvenient to maintain justice, but the monster that should be pushed will also be pushed (eh)