My curse spirit is number one in the world

After the rainy season, the cherries and peaches, whose trees and flowers were all knocked off, produced small core-like fruits one after another. One or two of the fluffy green fruits of the peaches fell, and when Gongqing walked by, he stepped out of the green and early summer, which still attracted people. Butterflies floated, flying precariously.

In addition to entering and leaving the palace for ceremonies, Abe Seimei was honestly looking for Ying.

He held the bamboo flute in his sleeve, rubbed his fingertips over the lines on the tail of the flute, and even touched a little bit of newly carved bamboo shavings.

At the time of the devil, the night tavern on a small path next to the official road was about to open. The lantern ghost had just been lit, opened his eyes vaguely, cracked the envelope and stuck out his tongue, and saw a sudden chaos of cranes and feathers from the sky on the side of the street. And fall.

The onmyoji in white clothes and white hair stepped out of the flying feathers, with a bamboo flute in his sleeves, and a folding fan in his hand, as if the moon was in his arms, and his whole body carried a cool breeze unique to the night.

Lantern Ghost's eyes widened: Wow!

The little monster flew out with its long tongue of fire hanging down, almost licking people, but it was seen by those blue eyes, and it stopped immediately.

"Master Seimei, is it Lord Abe Seimei?"

The Lantern Ghost was very enthusiastic, "I heard that you have been asking about things on Suzaku Avenue these days, and I know I know it too, but I have waited for you to come here. This is the first time the Lantern Ghost has seen you. Whoop, whoop, whoop..."

While muttering, the Lantern Ghost was so moved that he started to cry. The tears that flowed from his eyes extinguished the flame that had just been ignited.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the whole monster fell straight to the ground as if the power had been cut off.

Abe Seimei: "..."

I didn't even say a word, so how could it be like this?

The young onmyoji sighed, and stepped forward, the color of fire glowing between his outstretched fingers.

In the words of the two big foxes on the back mountain, in the past six months, Abe Seimei has not only grown a little taller, but also his face has become thinner and more handsome. addition.Not only is it very hot in the eyes of the major families, but it is also very hot in the hearts of many noble girls, Ji Jun.

In the world of monsters, the powerful spiritual power in his body makes many monsters yearn for him. At the same time, he has enough strength, and his half-demon blood is not as rigid as a magician who can eliminate demons. It's like a bright moon rising to the sun... You can use any metaphor, I just want to make the monster fall over.

The two foxes talked to each other, both in the open and in the dark, and the onlookers were basically monsters who liked to add fuel to the story, so in the world of monsters, Abe Seimei's legend naturally did not lose to humans.

The appearance of the future Great Onmyoji is faintly visible, only a little time and a little change in mood.

The Lantern Ghost got up again, surprised that he had received Lord Qingming's spiritual power, and it burned even more vigorously, and licked Erlan's trousers in a bluffing manner.

Abe Seimei arranged the spells deliberately, so the fabric wouldn't burn. It was a bit difficult to ask questions in such a situation, so he lifted the lantern ghost a little and hung it on a small high place.

The lantern ghost was so moved that he just wanted to take out the flames.

There was also a clanging sound in an alley next to the tavern, and some little fusangshen who were like lantern ghosts popped up and looked around.

"I'd like to know about the Oriole on the Plum Tree," the white-haired onmyoji asked, "It's probably a few days after Yuan Ri. Have you ever seen a Oriole?"

"Of course we know each other, of course we know each other," Lantern Ghost said with his tongue hanging down, "Yingying, I like to run outside here for many years, and I come here to sing every spring, she likes Mei, even if She has to go back and look at the plum tree while it is sleeping, and it has a nice voice, many old trees like it, hehe..."

Seeing that the Lantern Ghost was so enthusiastic, the little monsters started chatting, chirping and whirring, but they didn't have any useful information.

Onmyoji pressed his eyebrows helplessly, deeply thinking that he should set up a more effective monster organization responsible for collecting information, at least it can save a lot of time.

Remembering the shadow that Mei said she saw, Abe Seimei lowered his head and asked those little monsters who jumped on the table, "Did you feel strange breaths in those days, or saw... snake-like monsters? "

As soon as he said that, the chattering monsters fell silent and looked at each other.

"Woo..." Only the Lantern Ghost didn't stop talking, he paused for a moment and said in puzzlement, "It was winter at that time, and snakes would hibernate, but my lord, Lord Qingming, you know, there have been many disasters since the year before last, All human resentment will turn into snakes..."

Seimei Abe fell silent, and the winter was severe, but people's resentment was also more vigorous because of the disaster. The most resentful emotion like "resentment" snakes like a snake, and it hurts others and oneself just by its existence.

There have also been legends since ancient times that all resentments in the world, large and small, are controlled by snake gods, so monsters born of resentment will appear in the form of snakes.

It may be as tall as a fence, and it should be an extraordinary resentment.

After a few orders, Abe Seimei left tonight still puzzled.

A few days later, he entered the palace again because he was going to perform a ritual of exorcism for the nobleman.

The wide and long roof of the palace always makes people feel shady and cool, but it also isolates the greenery in early summer.

Walking in the breeze, the Onmyoji skillfully avoided those who were wooing and giving gifts, and heard some recent current events from behind the curtains.

Genji generals and Onmyoji subdue the big monster earth spider in the Danba mountains. It was like a tug of war. It was Genji's turn to pull out a nod from all the forces and press on the Heike, ready to touch the ostentatious vine flower.

"Soil spider?"

Abe Seimei was surprised, "It's so powerful, even a big monster like a mountain can be subdued, and the onmyoji under Genji's sect is also really powerful."

His tone was not obvious, but the praise came from the heart. The people around him saw that there was no trace of envy in his eyes, and shook their heads, "I heard that they have recruited a lot of onmyojis, and if they are willing to pay the price, it is not surprising that they can kill the soil spiders." , but this kind of achievement is only enough for Genji to be complacent for a while, and it is definitely not a long-term solution, nor can it fully satisfy a family's ambitions."

The white-haired onmyoji looked up at him, with a smile in his eyes, "Then what is the vision of Brother Baoxian?"

He Mao Baoxian, the son of He Mao Zhongxing, is Qingming's senior brother, and also a genius who is good at yin and yang among the younger generation, and the relationship between the two has always been good.He looks rather loyal and heroic, wearing a black safari suit, with a monster shikigami lying on his shoulder, which is a cat with two tails.

After the ceremony, the two chatted in a corner under the palace.

Looking at Qingming's smile, He Mao Baoxian felt more and more that there was a shadow of a fox in it - not the kind of treacherous and cunning feeling, but a sense of shrewdness and casualness. But in fact, my heart is clear.

"Foresight sees that there is no foresight. Besides, it's not that you don't understand these things, but you just don't want to get involved."

I just don't know how long this situation can last.He Mao Baoxian sighed honestly, "You are different from him, good or bad, but if Genji doesn't have a solid condition to stabilize his position and has so many onmyojis under him, I'm afraid that side will be involved. Maybe already It might be involved..."

The voice of the black-clothed onmyoji faded away.

In the palace, although a magician is not afraid of being overheard, some things are still difficult to say blatantly.

The merits of the soil spider are just a jumping off point for Genji. If the other companies also make moves, Genji will return to the starting line, so he urgently needs to find a stable point to move forward. Next, he will only be more enthusiastic about Abe Seimei's wooing.

If there is really no other way, I'm afraid it will involve evil spirits and crooked ways.

Qingming naturally knew what He Mao Baoxian had to say, but he focused on the first sentence.

"...different from 'him'?" he asked in a low voice.

Because they don't know the exact age, they are of half-demon blood, and they have weird eyes, the members of He Mao's family always use the word "he" instead of calling He Mao Chaoyi.He Mao Baoxian sounded like this when he was young, and he naturally developed this habit.

"This is what I heard from the elders. If I hadn't met you, I would have thought that the blood of a half-demon is a particularly unlucky and headache-inducing existence."

The black-clothed onmyoji recalled his childhood memories, patted the back of his neck with a folding fan in his hand, and thought, "Monstrous things always arouse fear and criticism. Someone once used the blood of a half-demon to make a fuss about the He Mao family. , but he solved it by himself. I heard that all the nobles were silent at that time, as if he still had his official position in the court..."

After he finished talking about He Mao Baoxian, he saw his junior brother looked at him in shock, as if he had uttered an incredible scripture.

He Mao Baoxian nodded, "It's true."

Otherwise, how can you enter and exit the palace?

do not you know?Do you often stay together?

Abe Seimei choked, sorry, I don't know.

There is no way to protect the constitution.

No matter how you look at it, He Mao Chaoyi is at the level of a fairy who wants to drink dew. Even if he can't see and hear too much, he lives at ease, as if isolated from the world. He said that he has been involved in those occasions where the ruling and opposition nobles discuss the sad spring and autumn... …

The two onmyojis fantasized about the young man appearing in the court, and the elegant and posturing nobles saw him, that picture, wow.

The little white fox who climbed onto the boy's shoulders didn't know why, so he yelled, "Gah."

The cat flicked its tail again and gave him a slight smack.

He Mao Baoxian raised his eyebrows, "Master Bai Zang?"

"Xiaobai? Why are you here..."

Abe Seimei stretched out his hand and let Shikigami jump into his arms, "Is he back?"

Facing the master's question, Xiaobai raised his head, opened his innocent eyes and said, "Master Chaoyi asked me to bring you some news when he came back, and then left..."

He Mao Baoxian stopped when he saw his junior brother's footsteps, and felt that this small talk might only end here, so he slapped the other party's shoulder with a fan, and left without hesitation.

"If you have a chance, you can ask him yourself or go back to the library next to the school to look through it." Before leaving, he kindly ordered.

Qingming was in a complicated mood, and nodded, "Okay, thank you, Senior Brother Baoxian."

……

Xiaobai brought back three pieces of news.

He Mo Chaoyi went out because a ghost envoy from the underworld asked him for help—of course, he was not asked to fight and kill, but to ask him about the whereabouts of some ghosts.

There have been too many disasters recently, and the ghosts are too busy, so they need to walk around for convenience.

When the young man came back, he saw Xiaobai staying alone on the back mountain, scratching his paws boredly on the porch, and couldn't help laughing. He asked him to eat something, and then sent him back to Abe Seimei.

"Master Chaoyi said that he will go to see the undertaker in Xueye for a drink recently, so he may not be on the mountain during this period of time."

This is not surprising.

Kamo Choyoshi is sometimes busier than the onmyoji in Yinyangliao. Now that summer is coming, the flowering season has come, and all kinds of grasses are starting to grow wildly. There will be calamus by the pool, dragonflies on the tips of the leaves, and even pink and white peonies are ready to bloom. up.

Mountain spirits and monsters like this season. Young people often go to bookmen to talk about painting, to play chess, to listen to new tunes...

The onmyoji pinched Xiaobai's tail and imagined the other's comfortable and elegant life, and thought of how hard he was working overtime in the dormitory. After a few moments, the little fox was whistling in his hands, and he didn't dare Shout pain.

Well, not surprising.

The second is about the flute. After the green bamboo flute made of Wannian bamboo is engraved by the youth, it will be handed over to Seimei Abe.But it wasn't that he wanted to give it away, but an elder who had been paying attention to Abe Seimei exchanged it for other things.

Hearing this, the young onmyoji showed an indescribable and sympathetic expression.

——It’s not easy for anyone who has heard Kamo Chaoyoshi play the flute, and is even willing to change the flute in his hand, how many songs must he play.

"The elder... it seems that he is a friend from the mother's side..."

The young man touched Xiaobai's ears, and thought for a while, "If I remember correctly, my mother seems to have a friend named 'Tamamomae'. It is said that he used to be the master of the night walk of the ghosts on the largest plain, the one of the nine tails. Tianhu, after the rise of the various ghost kings, the scale of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk is different, so it is difficult to compare."

Regardless of whether he had his own reasons or not, Kamo Chaoyoshi was able to get the appreciation of such a big monster and make a deal, which shows how powerful he is.

"What about the third thing?" the boy asked Xiaobai.

Xiaobai shook his ears, was gently pinched again, and said with a huh:

"Lord Chaoyi also said that if you encounter something that cannot be solved, you can go to Lord Qingxingdeng and ask."

Abe Seimei was taken aback.

Yes, why didn't he think of it.

In recent years, in recent decades, even in the past two to three hundred years, the population legends in the books all indicate that there are more and more demons and ghosts in the world, so there must be a big monster that is responsible for collecting information.

He didn't really need to waste much time.

Qingxingdeng is a big monster living in a mirage, and the mirage is boundless, like endless corridors and pavilions floating with countless blue paper-made lanterns.

According to legend, this banshee is a monster who likes to collect stories.

Each time, after people have told a hundred stories and blown out the last candle.

If the weirdness spoken by human beings is captured by her, it will not become a curse, but a lamp to her.

The endless dim light is her power. For thousands of years, the mirage is full of her floating lights.

It is not difficult to find Qingxing Deng.

As the sky darkened, singing came from all over the field.

Mirage ferry, pick up a boy.

The chaotic crane feathers fell to the place where the lights of the mirage were most dense.

Abe Seimei walked through the cool-colored dreamlike pavilion, and saw Qing Xingdeng.

"first meet."

Seeing the bent white-haired onmyoji, the beautiful banshee covered her lips and let out a chuckle.

She stretched out her fingers to catch the leading light butterfly that flew out from the boy's palm, and said with joy, "I can finally see you, the man of the Heian capital."

Abe Seimei performed a simple courtesy before asking, "Do you know I'm coming?"

The banshee got up, and slowly walked down from the long lamp, her steps in the void sparked transparent ripples, and then ignited a faint blue flame.

"People who collect stories always like to meet legendary characters. I asked him, but he never mentioned anything about me under the guise of not being able to dictate to you."

Qing Xingdeng smiled and raised his legs gracefully in front of the young man, and said directly, "I am willing to be your shikigami, and you will definitely bring me many stories in the future."

Abe Seimei: ...

With such a decisive and straightforward speech, he didn't even have a chance to mention his intention of exchanging information with stories, so he choked up on the spot.

Qing Xingdeng said quietly, "Then, what do you want to ask, little Onmyoji."

Abe Seimei raised his blue eyes.

"About a warbler, and..."

……

Yukino.

The mortician lives in Xueye, a place where it snows half of the year.

Not because he likes snow scenes, but because he often paints makeup on corpses, it is best to stay in an environment with low temperature.

Even the house he lived in was simple and unadorned, with a little air leakage.

The young man who was able to tell Abe Seimei that he could see interest in everything he looked at came to the embalmer's residence, so he naturally didn't express any opinions on the environment.

The mortician had a weird temper, and he was wearing makeup in the room, but there was no entertainment.He just sat outside the house Shi Shiran, looking at the rare greenery in the snow field in early summer.

After finishing the last stroke, the undertaker put down the tool in his hand, and heard the young man outside the house speak.

"The lord in Hades wants me to bring you something."

"what?"

He Mo Asayoshi looked far away, with a gentle expression, and said inexplicable words as if he was giving a secret signal, "I hope you can find the peonies that bloom the most in Minazuki. There will be many dead butterflies in the flowers."

Undertaker: "Understood."

Alas, Riddler.

The young man secretly slandered.

The mortician in the room stopped talking, and He Mao Chaoyi knew that his words had been brought, he didn't sit for a long time, left half a jug of wine in the corridor, got up and prepared to leave.

He has never had any monsters for transportation, but the rugged mountain roads and deep swamps will not make things difficult for him.

He walked slowly, and if any strange snowy wild monsters saw him, they would remove the stones at his feet so as not to trip him up.

"Thank you." He Mao Chaoyi bowed his head and smiled.

The little monster shook his head and nodded again, feeling that this half-monster was so mysterious, extremely mysterious, and pitiful.

On the other side, Qing Xingdeng just said to Abe Seimei at this moment, "You want to know the story of that man? Ah, yes, 'Ka Mo Chaoyoshi', I often don't remember such a twisted name...His story, I Actually, not much is known.”

Abe Seimei asked strangely: "You don't know either?"

Don't you know everything?

The banshee thought for a while, looked up at the lights in the empty and beautiful room, and said in a faint voice, "There is one thing you may not know. Your half-demon blood has not affected your humanity, so you can't perceive it like a monster. You have beast-like instincts. But no matter how ferocious the beast is, when it sees his broken eyes, it will only have one thought."

"what?"

"Poor him."

Qing Xingdeng said with a smile, "Every monster will feel sorry for him when they see him for the first time. Even if they don't know the reason, and know that he has such a language and appearance, they will treat him unconsciously... and he, then Taking advantage of this, I have more stories than I do... or, in other words, master many languages.”

The language of circulation is information.

If it was so difficult for Abe Seimei to inquire about a warbler, and he just had the idea of ​​building an intelligence network, then behind Kamo Tomoyoshi, the information network built by countless mountain spirits and monsters had already matured.

When the wind blows and the grass moves, the young man sits under the eaves in the back mountain. He doesn't need to see and listen to it in person, but he can know the big and small things in Heian capital.

He has a broader vision and an information network that is beyond the reach of the Lord of Hundred Stories.

Yu Zaoqian entered the court, which made up for his flaws in the last piece of information about Heianjing.

"I was collecting stories, but he was looking for something deliberately, but after you became famous, it suddenly stopped a lot..."

Abe Seimei blankly accepted a fluffy yellow feather handed over by the banshee.

There is half a black blood on the feather, as if it can make people see what misfortune this soft bird has encountered.

"He told me that if he wants to see you, he must find this feather and give it to you. This is a deal between us."

The corners of Qing Xingdeng's lips never let go, and now even a pair of emerald green pupils shone with a faint light.

Abe Seimei's face was reflected in her eyes.

"Seeing your expression, I think I saw another story in it.

"There is a huge spider web in Heianjing, which caught many butterflies, and also caught this fluffy yellow bird.

"Smart onmyoji, where do you think it is?"

……

The wind howled.

Such a wind appeared very strangely on an early summer night.

Different from the spacious and cool rooms in the palace, the shadows under the corridors here also have a coldness that can slowly penetrate into the bone marrow. There were traces of new blood on the pitch-black pillars.

The deep forest surrounds the blue and black altar, and the girl's red and white priestess costume is obviously newly changed. She writhes in pain in the altar, surrounded by flowing shadows, and the soul that died here is also among them, like Wriggling like a snake.

Soon, the sound of a sharp weapon dragging across the ground was heard. A general who was good at yin and yang and knife skills raised his knife, and the knife fell. The girl's last voice in the world was shrill and piercing, like a bird crying before death.

Gathering to one extreme, the Yin Qi soared into the sky like a ghost, echoing the curse that broke out among the people under the new disaster thousands of miles away, surrounding the entire mountain forest without stopping.

It also blows the flowers dripping with blood, rustling.