non-human secret history

"what?"

I asked back with some doubts.

No matter how you look at this endless sigh, it sounds very meaningless. I don't know what the monk with the pipa on his back wants to express, but my intuition tells me that although his eyes are blurred, they are still It seems to be able to see something that ordinary people can't see.

He "stared" at me, and the lines of his face looked extremely stiff, but I always felt that his half-opened, haggard lips, which were as dry as tree trunks that had been dead for a long time, seemed to be bent into a rather subtle arc—that was not Laughing, but really bent.

And this kind of "sight" made me a little uneasy for no reason.

"Are you talking to me?" After pausing for a while in such silence, I finally couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked again.

"I am talking to you," said the monk with blind eyes.

Instead, "you".

I looked at him again suspiciously, but no matter how I looked at it, that crooked body was a genuine human being.

"There is no one else here except you, isn't there?"

The trembling of his lips was so slight that it was almost imperceptible, but the sound he made was exceptionally clear. .

"You see 'us'?"

Although when I felt his spiritual power, I knew that he would definitely not be an idle person, but when I heard him recognize the existence of Oni Wu Tsuji, I still couldn't help being a little surprised in my voice different.

The monk nodded.

"I 'saw' you and 'the man,'" he added.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous to say that." I lowered my eyes: "Actually, apart from Abe Seimei, I have never seen a human being as powerful as you."

Hearing what I said, the monk let out a burst of wild laughter: "I don't have any high-strength spiritual power, but I just happen to be able to 'see' that's all."

"Just enough to see the 'color of the soul' that those who are alive have."

I don't think he lied, although I don't know why he told such a secret to me who met me by chance, but the reason why he suddenly let out that endless sigh is probably because he really saw the so-called "The color of the soul".

"Then can I ask you, what exactly did you see?" I asked almost subconsciously.

The monk did not answer my question directly, but muttered leisurely:

"The souls of all living things have colors. There are pure and innocent white, and there are also black and red dyed by sins, but more people are mixed together with these colors, good and evil and desires are listed. .”

"I've seen all these."

Having said that, his voice suddenly stopped, and his unfocused "sight" turned to me again, and then, there was a sound of "tsk tsk" between his lips and teeth, which seemed to be amazed.

After a while, he finally spoke seriously again, and said in a tone full of disbelief: "But I have never seen such a soul before."

"what?"

Such reactions only confuse me more.

"There is no color." He suddenly picked up his tone, and said seriously: "This is the first time I see a 'person' whose soul is colorless."

"But I was..."

"Whether it is human beings or ghosts, or monsters, or even flowers, birds, fish and insects that have not yet obtained spiritual power, as long as they are conscious, their souls will have color, and if the soul is a transparent 'nothingness', it does not 'exist' of."

I frowned lightly.

"You said that you can only see the 'color of the soul', but if my soul is really 'colorless', how do you see my existence?"

"Your soul is indeed 'colorless', but it is not 'colorless nothingness'." The monk said: "Your soul is transparent, but it is also 'turbid'."

What he said made me want to laugh: "Are you teasing me? Since it is transparent, how can it be cloudy? Such a statement is too strange...that's...huh?"

Speaking of this, I seem to be a little dazed suddenly.

And the blind-eyed monk nodded in response to my voice.

"Yeah, it's very strange." The monk's voice seemed somewhat ethereal against the mist rising from the hot spring nearby.

"The colors of the soul will contaminate each other. After getting along for a long time, the soul will also become a similar color that blends together." The monk seemed to explain, but he said more like a sigh: "There are also irreconcilable colors. , will co-exist in the human soul, making the originally clear background cloudy."

"And your soul is also stained with many of these colors. The responsibilities you bear, the fate you impose, the resentment you can't escape, and the spell you can't escape. These colors are all reflected on your soul. "

"—but your soul has no background, or in other words..."

"You don't exist."

"Doesn't exist?" My head tilted to one side unconsciously, and my face was probably full of bewildered emotions: "But I'm here——"

"But you don't exist as 'yourself.'"

The monk interrupted me.He raised his head and "looked" into my eyes with an empty gaze. His body, which was extremely thin because of the hunched back, seemed to me to be too tall to be fully seen at the moment.

"……Own?"

"Your soul is colorless, probably because you have never lived as 'yourself'. You accept all the things this world gives you, but you don't reconcile with them, maybe you can't reconcile at all—— "The blind monk's speech speed suddenly increased, pouring all these words into my ears like a gust of rain.

Under such a shock, I suddenly felt that there seemed to be some blankness in my mind.

I couldn't even think about what the "self" that the blind monk was talking about was.As far as I am concerned, from the beginning of my voice, I bear the name "Yuan Qianya", and at the same time bear the mission inherent in the two characters "Yuan" and "Qian".

If that can be regarded as a dyed color that cannot be accepted by the soul, then the "self" that the monk said is probably what is left after abandoning those innate destiny.

And when I throw all those things away, what is left?

--Nothing at all.

Thinking about it this way, if I am not Genji, the historian, or the orthodox ghost clan, then who am I who is the rest of me?

Nothing.

The rest of me is about nothing.

What the monk said was probably not false.

"But so what?" After a brief silence, I calmly accepted the fact.

"You bear the responsibilities imposed on you by the people around you. There's nothing wrong with that, but of course you can't be responsible for your own affairs without a 'self'." He said, his voice seemed to be filled with inexplicable grief : "You think that when you shoulder the responsibility for the surrounding, the responsibility for yourself will also be shouldered by other people around you, but this is not the case."

"No one is responsible for your affairs except you, and when you don't care about yourself, no one in this world cares about you."

"—Isn't this too pitiful?"

When he said this, a certain deformed sarcoma that I was holding in front of me suddenly trembled.

This sudden movement startled me, but fortunately I didn't let go of my hand because of it - but even so, my hand still trembled slightly.

Perhaps it was this trembling that caught the attention of the blind monk. He turned his gaze to the direction of Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi, and "stared" silently for a long time before sighing faintly——

"Actually, you don't have nothing you want at all, do you?"

"People will start to look for 'self' because they have 'wish', and when 'wish' becomes 'obsession', the color of the soul will inevitably become thicker."

"Perhaps you don't really have no 'self', it's just that the color is too weak to be seen clearly, but when you follow this wish all the way, the 'background' that you accepted will be manifest."

"That would be the color of the 'wish' you have."

"Or to be more precise..." The monk snapped back, but pulled out the sharp blade from his pipa. He pointed at the sarcoma in my hand with Sen Han's tip: "It's this man's." color."

The sudden change made me instantly alert, but the blind monk didn't have killing intent on his blade, and he didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to attack Kiwu Tsuji.

He just pointed the tip of the knife in the direction of Wu Mi, but his tone became mournful again.

"It's such a rich color."

"Contrary to you, the color of his soul is only himself, which is a stronger 'own color' than I have seen in anyone."

"It's weird, but not weird."

Flipping his wrist, the blind monk retracted the saber and replaced it with withered fingers pointing at me and Wu Mi.

"You are completely opposite existences, and it is simply unimaginable to appear in one place."

"But your destinies are linked together. In other words, it is because your colors are so extreme that you are destined to be linked together."

"Only he has the opportunity to let you have your own background, and only your empty background will be fully accepted by him."

"This is fate, and it is also a 'curse'."

Having said that, the blind monk turned around slowly, and took some strenuous steps, as if he wanted to leave like this.

But before he could stop, his voice came from his ear again.

"It's just such a color..." he said, "A soul with such a color will definitely fall to the bottom of hell."