[Comprehensive] Onmyoji Ibaraki Doji

There is a dilapidated temple in Danba City, named Kogenji Temple, where evil spirits are enshrined, with blue-faced fangs. It used to be a place for sacrifices. The black ground was splashed with thick blood, and the earth-bound spirits lingered. The wooden windows creaked, and the wind Bursts.After thinking about it, the king of ghosts felt that Gaoyuan Temple was the most suitable for Master Qingfang's former monk status in Danba City, and felt that this place was in decline, so he appointed the son of the deputy leader to lead some craftsmen to repair Gaoyuan Temple and accommodate distinguished guests. .

The son of the deputy leader scolded angrily in his heart, thinking that the ghost king wanted to separate him from his onmyoji, but he had no other choice, so he took the order, led a group of monsters, followed the Qingfang master, and went to Gaoyuan Temple.

The temple is located in the southeast corner of the city, it occupies a huge area, the silence is only the sound of the wind pouring into the ears, Yasha is an evil spirit, naturally he is not afraid of his kind, he snorted and swaggered into the temple, and Master Qing Fang followed closely behind him. Wherever they stepped, the blood stains that could not be wiped off on the stone bricks seemed to flow on their own, flowing into the soil along the cracks of the bricks.

The earth bound spirit feared him, and the evil spirits also feared him, afraid of his strong killing aura and pure and indestructible thoughts. Wherever Qing Fangzhu passed by, the blood stains on the ground faded cleanly, revealing its original color.

The remaining division of labor is much more obvious.

Qing Fangzhu sat among the evil spirits and evil spirits, his eyes drooped, his Zen staff was placed beside him, his hands twisted the blue beads, his lips moved, and he muttered something, Yasha also found a soft cushion and sat down, leaning against the red wooden pillars in the lobby , crossed his legs, looked bored, and squinted at Master Qingfang chanting sutras.The remaining monster craftsmen repaired the windows, and the whole house, making the night long and tireless. Some craftsmen looked up at the sky, and respectfully reported to Yasha, "Little master, there are times when the demon world does not see the sun." , and today is one of those days.”

Yasha also didn't sleep all night, he fought with Master Qingfang for a while, and then shed some blood, he couldn't help feeling a little sleepy at this time, so he didn't step on them, leaned against the wooden pillar and fell asleep, sleeping with the house full of evil spirits and demons, In the dream, he must be disturbed. The heads of the banshees who used to sacrifice in the past kept beating on the floor, dragging long bloodstains to surround him.The weapon in Yasha's hand disappeared, but he showed no fear. Instead, he smiled coldly and raised his hand to crush the heads one by one. A large piece of thick blood and brain matter flowed down between his fingers, making his hands sticky and bloody.

His dream became worse and worse, flesh and blood piled up beside his feet, blood dripped from the fingers of his hands, and when he was about to kill, he suddenly heard the sound of prayer beads twirling, and the sound of chanting sutras echoing in his ears.

Yasha subconsciously felt that it was the monk, and couldn't help laughing in his heart. The monster was devoted to the Buddha. He didn't know whether the Buddha would show mercy to him, or a thunderbolt would wipe out the demon, but the prayer beads and the sound of chanting became louder and louder. Like thunder piercing his ears, there were bursts of roaring, waking him up from his dream.

When he woke up suddenly, his opened eyes were full of murderous intent, and the golden demon pupils stood up sharply, as if he was about to smash Qingfangzhu into pieces in the next moment, but Qingfangzhu showed no fear, and his expression did not change at all. He glanced at him indifferently, chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Yasha slowly suppressed the thought of killing in his heart. He knew that the long-standing evil ghost and resentful spirit in Gaoyuan Temple had affected him. If it wasn't for the Master Qingfang chanting scriptures to dispel his murderous aura, those craftsmen would also turn into this One of the evil spirits in Gaoyuan Temple.However, Lord Qingfang underestimated him, and those evil spirits also underestimated him.The name Yasha originally meant evil spirits. He is the incarnation of the most evil spirits in the kingdom of the underworld, and he is even more different from ordinary monsters. If one has to compare with monsters, perhaps only the power of the hell hand held by Ibaraki Doji can be compared. can be compared.

He glared at the gilded demon pupils, his palms turned into evil spirits entrenched in pitch blackness, his nails were sharp and curved, his red hair was flying like flames, and the breath of evil spirits shook his body. The evil spirits were suppressed under the bluestone bricks, trembling, subdued the heart of rebellion, and dared not make mistakes.

The doors and windows in the lobby have been repaired, and the craftsmen have already gone to the apse. Yaksha has absorbed the demon power and continues to lazily lean on the pillars.The statues of all the villains lowered their eyes and pursed their lips. The breeze in the hall blew away the disgust between their brows. Yasha seemed to remember that Master Qingfang rescued those evil spirits for him just now, and smiled at the corners of his lips. The Lord Qingfang, who looked down like a sculpture, said, "Why did you save that evil spirit for me just now?"

"Don't you hate monsters the most, Monk?"

"In this temple dedicated to evil spirits, to whom are you chanting sutras, monk!"

The face of the evil spirit is the coquettish beauty transformed by the three thousand desires in the underworld, with golden lines on his shoulders, shining brightly, he didn't know when he got up from the pillar, bullied Master Qingfang, and pinched his waist Nodding, "Look up at me, Monk."

The voice of the evil ghost is the melodious sound of three thousand courteous and unrequited ones, and the laughter is unbridled, just like the eyes he is looking straight at Master Qingfang.

"You have already become a monster, why should you stick to the shackles of mortal gods and Buddhas, why don't you let me teach you the bliss of monsters."

The craftsmen repaired Kogenji Temple, which was dilapidated but still maintained its original luxurious appearance, returned to the palace by themselves, and reported to the ghost king, saying that the young master seems to be getting along with Lord Aobozu happily, and is now talking about monsters in the lobby. I won't bother you, I'll be back first.

Ibaraki believed his words, but the ghost king didn't believe it. After letting Ibaraki Doji go back to the room, he looked down at the craftsman from a height. Things.

The ghost king did not expect such a development. He thought that the two demons would fight in the temple, so he was a little embarrassed. He waved the craftsmen to go down and ordered them not to speak, but he thought about it for no reason. Weird thought.

It's not easy for him to discuss this idea with Ibaraki Doji one by one. He tossed the other party once in the empty room, and his waist was vacated. Even Ibaraki Doji couldn't help but have a weak waist and legs. He couldn't bear the fighting spirit of the ghost king and was defeated. , When the ghost king returned to his bedroom, he saw him lying crookedly on the bed, taking off his armor, the remaining underwear, and his feet lying outside the window, the bell on his ankle trembling.

At that time, there was no one in the dormitory, and there was a faint smell of incense. Ibaraki Doji was drowsy, his eyelids were tightly glued, as if he heard footsteps coming into the palace, and he was unwilling to open his eyes. The bell rang crisply, and after only one ring, he was caught in his hand.

The ghost king fiddled with the bell a few times, then followed the warm skin all the way up, rubbed the black veins and intertwined, and lifted up the underwear.

Ibaraki Doji felt a little strange, but he didn't want to move. He sank deep into the bedding, as if he had been infected with the witchcraft of the dream-eating tapir, and soon something slippery and slippery licked his calf all the way up, and his trousers retreated Touched the ankle, licked and licked, and soon entered an unspeakable situation.

The ghost king's dormitory here is already dimly lit by candles, the gauze curtain is hanging down, and he is doing the upside-down thing, slowly. At one end, in Gaoyuan Temple, Yasha displayed all kinds of charms, and pressed against Aobozu's ear, trying to lure him to break his indifferent face, spit out hot and humid breath on the ear, whispering as if licking along the ear, laughing The voice is hoarse and alluring.

The evil ghost's fingertips rubbed against Qingfangzu's lips, his lips were thin, tight, and serious, without the slightest curvature at the corners of his mouth, but it was such a boring expression that just aroused the malice entangled in the evil ghost's heart, He pressed the corner of his lips, forcing it to curl slightly.

"Here is used to kiss young girls' lips, delicate flesh, but you use it to chant scriptures...?"

The voice of the evil ghost was so intense that every word contained the illusion of a dream-eating tapir. His fingertips followed his lips all the way down, slid across the arc of his jaw, along his neck, and rolled over his Adam's apple in a gentle way. After a few strokes, the clothes were torn apart and slipped into the flesh.

However, his hand was quickly held in place.

Yasha suddenly realized that the monk, who subconsciously felt as if he was still a mortal, opened his eyes. In the dark hall, those blue-green eyes were extremely strange, and the pupils were like sharp edges, frighteningly bright.

This is no mortal.

The other party also has the blood of evil spirits flowing in his body. If it were a mortal monk, he would have to endure and speak silently, but now he is a monster.

The voice of the monster with cyan eyes was not at all charming, like a river flowing smoothly, but it concealed the unfathomable waves underneath.

"you're right."

Yasha seemed to hear a sigh, and quickly hid in the wind blowing in the lobby, "I am a monster."

Monsters don't need to hide their desires, they don't need to hold back their desires.

Izuku felt a little strange.

In his memory, it was just such a miserable day, Yasha and the SR who was abducted by him suddenly seemed to have a much closer relationship, and they didn't want to go back to the palace, and lived together in Gaoyuan Temple, but maybe it was because of being kidnapped by the SR. Influenced by Qingfangzhu, Yasha's clothes don't know where to start, they are well-behaved, and sometimes he doesn't even want to show his shoulders.

Ibaraki felt comforted in his heart, even though the guiding shikigami who was called out by him wanted to say something numbly, he finally shut up and pointed him to the location of Qilin outside Danba City.

Ibaraki took his own cub to wake him up, Yasha inevitably switched to a new skin when he awakened, Ibaraki quickly felt what it means to be in a state where wearing clothes is equal to not wearing them. The experienced Ibaraki quickly cut the skin back.

Cut back from the bare chest to the normal appearance, Ibaraki noticed some mottled marks on the opponent's body sharply, red and swollen like mosquito bites, as an onmyoji, he asked with concern, whether the environment of Gaoyuan Temple is too bad, but He was rebutted by his own cub.

"Oh, don't talk about me, I believe you have a lot of them, Lord Onmyoji."

The Onmyoji still looked confused, but Yasha didn't want to talk to him about what it means to be self-inflicted. He wanted to seduce the monk's hypocritical mask, but was suppressed on the bluestone floor.

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