My curse spirit is number one in the world

Limei's face was gloomy, and she landed on a high place with strong wind howling.

A monk waiting there took off his hat, and the hideous scars where the sutures had passed were illuminated by the night.

Li Mei still held the half of the platycodon-printed charm between his fingers, "Is this the sacrifice you were talking about?"

The monk turned his head, the expression on his face moved slightly, showing a smile, but for some reason, the action of pulling the corners of his mouth was like wearing a mask, which seemed very false, "Only strong power can be exchanged for the presence of Yamata no Orochi. In this world, Abe Seimei...in the future, he will definitely be a person who advocates maintaining stability, whether he is against me or against Su Nuo, he will be a strong enemy."

"But he has witnessed the altar, and I'm afraid he has noticed Genji's premeditation, and he is bound to confront Yamata no Orochi. Lord Su Nuo is about to come to Heianjing. Without Yamata no Orochi, he must be dissatisfied, and you can't see the so-called greater magic power. Possibility." Lime pressed him.

The smile on the monk's face became wider. Looking at the capital in the distance, he said slowly, "Don't worry, people's hearts will make him a sacrifice."

Thinking of the onmyoji holding back just now, Li Mei pondered and said coldly: "I hope so."

The monk's robes were flying, and after Limei left, the monk stood alone on the cliff, looking at the capital in the distance, his thoughts were still unfinished, "I want to subdue the ancient Yamata no Orochi, return the resentment to the curse, and become the curse of thousands of curses." Wang, what a crazy existence."

His tone gradually became excited, and he said with a smile, "Then let me see, what kind of chaos will the climax of this era be!"

In the distant horizon, thunder gathered and storms slowly pushed from the horizon.

The ominous breath spread with the wind, and the disaster seemed to take shape and turned into wisps of black smoke, blowing into people's dreams.

In the dream, the Onmyoji saw a sea of ​​corpses piled up like a sea of ​​blood. Every corpse in armor was dyed red, with a sword propped between the bones, sitting in the hell like a Shura field, silent.

There was only one person standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. He was dressed in black and had black hair. He seemed to be aware of his vision in the dream, and turned his head lightly——

Abe Seimei woke up with a start.

It was as if a sharp knife was churning in his brain, the piercing pain and the fright of the nightmare made him almost jump up.

Someone reached out and pressed him down.

The familiar smell of cold snow on the young man brought him back to his senses, and he realized that he seemed to be in a house on the back mountain.

Seeing that he was conscious, He Mao Chaoyi withdrew his hand and sighed calmly, "After all, he is still too young..."

The young onmyoji panicked.

He is indeed outstanding, but there are also times when he misses. He Mo Chaoyoshi never said anything to him, and mostly he would use a very gentle tone and eyes to deftly bypass the topic and point out his improvement, so this sigh, naturally Just let him have a meal.

As a result, before the mood was up, I heard the other party continue to say slowly, "It's the first private meeting with someone, and the object turned out to be a monk in plum clothes. What a special hobby..."

"..."

Seeing the other party's expression, Abe Seimei said with a headache and difficulty: "I really want to talk about the first night meeting...it must be because I came to the back mountain."

The boy's voice was hoarse, as if a hot iron had been stuffed into his throat.

The first time he went out late at night, it was indeed the night when he was a child because of the jealous tricks of his classmates, he came across the firefly-like light, which led him outside the wooden house behind the layers of forest leaves.

He Mao Chaoyi turned his head and thought for a while when he heard the words, it seemed that he did too.

The target is yourself, no loss.

After saying this sentence, the boy felt exhausted, and his whole body had no energy.He looked around, the curtains around the house were rarely lowered, and there was a small screen behind the translucent and heavy material.

In the past, there were many little monsters haunting the house, and it seemed that because of these simple isolations, the house full of monsters became peaceful and quiet.

After Kamo Asayoshi left Yukino, he flicked the snake and turned to Fenghuang's shrine. The snake god had already made a fuss about the inscrutable and crazy face of the god because the young snake was completely unable to shape the gods. The young man left with a few words.

Fenghuanghuo recognized Kamo Asayoshi, but after a few words, the monster came to tell them that Abe Seimei had gone to Genji's territory.

Kamo Asayoshi sighed, remembering the information he had received in the past and the recent major trends in and outside Beijing, borrowed a fire from the shrine, and came to broadcast another hero to save the beauty.

The boy's head was dizzy, and he finally fell ill after the extraordinary interweaving of hot and cold spells and the accumulation of fatigue from the 996 overtime work in Yinyang Liao.

Listening to Kamo Asayoshi briefly explaining the process of rushing back from the shrine just to help him, Abe Seimei didn't have any frustrated thoughts in his heart this time, but quietly looked at the zenith.

He opened his mouth.

"Before... I went to Huangquan Road because of the crusade against the wild skeletons, and I asked the passing ghost, and the ghost told me that no noble lady died of bird singing disease on the first day, so I had a bad premonition, so...

"The Hara source family has been using the priestess sacrifices to exchange power from the evil gods. Their souls have all turned into snakes."

The young Onmyoji covered his eyes with the side of his arm, and his pale lips moved, "Even the disasters outside Beijing are man-made... What kind of power is it that deserves Genji to do that."

He has seen many people who have gone astray, some have found their way back, and some have completely degenerated. Their obsession has created countless cursed existences, twisted and cruel, one after another spread out in the young onmyoji's body. before.

He suddenly couldn't understand why there was always no reconciliation between humans and monsters.What kind of reconciliation did he want?

Is he going to kill Genji and those people, is he going to kill the curse master?

Xiao Bai quietly poked his head in from behind the curtain, He Mao Chaoyi looked over and stretched out his hand, and the little fox put the herbs he found into his hand.

The bitter taste evaporated from the young man's fingers. He put the herb into a small utensil and slowly ground it.

"Do you think this is the truth of the matter?"

He Mao Chaoyi said softly, "Think again."

The Onmyoji put down his hands and looked at him, with a certain heat in his eyes, "Isn't it...?"

The young man didn't raise his head, his drooping eyelashes were thick and thin, and the color of his pupils couldn't be seen clearly with the backlight. There was only a little reflected light, which made people feel that the light would fall in a blink.

——In this dark and quiet space with curtains all around, light falls.

Abe Seimei looked at him, hoarse, and couldn't help asking: "Why do you always laugh?"

He Mao Chaoyi raised his eyebrows, "Because I'm happy."

He did have a smile on his face, as gentle and good-looking as ever, when he changed the subject, he suddenly asked Abe Seimei.

"You know the story of the Genshin Master who has been watching the flowers bloom on the mountain behind Daigo Temple, right?"

A hint of confusion floated in the eyes of the Onmyoji. He had been to Daigo Temple many times before because of the monk with the scar on his forehead, and he had also met this Genshin-dono who is not a monk but is called the Master.

The other party is old, kind-hearted, without a trace of scar on his forehead, guarding the flower that can heal his wife who died of illness all day long, looking devout and firm.

Why did he suddenly mention this Venerable Master?

"Recently, you haven't been to Daigo Temple for a while, and you may not know it. There are rumors in the temple that the flower is about to bloom, and the strange fragrance is wafting, and you can smell it from the mountainside."

The young man's tone was slow, like a clear stream that seemed to have no power, penetrating into people's hearts bit by bit.

"The story about Master Genshin happened 50 years ago. He and his wife were both members of Dongshan Taoism. His wife was seriously ill and wanted to seek medical treatment in Heianjing, but his wife died of illness on the way.

"But the most colorful statement is not this, but that the husband and wife encountered bandits on the road, the wife was humiliated and killed by the bandits, and the husband was rescued by a passing samurai, but he was saddened by his own incompetence, so he went to the unopened flower. Day and night in front of the flowers in order to atone for sin. Both theories are proof of the husband's feelings and guilt for his wife."

"so……?"

He Mao Chaoyi's tone suddenly changed, and he sank down, "Actually, there were not so many bandits on Dongshan Road at that time, but since that year, the snow has never stopped there, the fields cannot be worked, and people can only be bandits. You Do you know why?"

Abe Seimei shook his head slowly.

The bitter herbal taste spreads.

"Because, now is an era where demons and ghosts gather. There is a curse master in Higashiyama. He is born with the same powerful power as you. Wherever he goes, huge disasters will happen. He comes from Hida country. There is a ghost in this place. It’s called Two-faced Su Nuo, and they use this name to call this curse master.”

"Varied……"

"But the real culprit is not him. He is just a madman who is simply defeating curses and magicians one after another, and will eventually become the king of curses. He does not need the approval of human beings, but the submission of curses. It is the times that make him .”

Abe Seimei was startled, and immediately thought of the shadow of the monk with the hideous scar on his forehead.

Poet Ghost, Xiao Ju's father, Genji... all caused disasters because of obsession, which should be inconsistent with Su Nuo who only wanted to challenge the curses one by one, because such a madman would definitely disdain scheming other than strength.

But someone is still like a big black hand, trying to mess up the world even more.Shigui's longing, Xiaoju's father's thoughts, and Genji's greed are all normal emotions derived from the human heart. He only needs to use a little bit to become a terrifying demon.

He Mao Chaoyi said: "Maybe the mastermind behind the scenes just thinks it's fun, or maybe he thinks it's funny, as long as he uses it a little bit, he can disturb the world, and he's satisfied when he sees the chaos."

"But he's still not scary, Qingming... What's really scary is still the curse and resentment of the human group. As long as the curse and resentment don't stop, they won't stop."

What should I do then?Who can stop them?

Abe Seimei subconsciously looked at the young man, only to see that the smiling eyes of the other party suddenly turned cold, as if covered with a layer of ice and frost, exuding a bone-penetrating chill.

The unfocused line of sight seems to have crossed many obstacles, overlooking Heian-kyo, as if looking down on a chessboard.

"And you, the Onmyoji, understand the darkness in people's hearts, and observe the stars that predict the changes of the times."

Then He Mao Chaoyi also looked at him with deep eyes.

"—Aren't people's hearts and times in your eyes? You are their natural enemy.

"They want the curse to run rampant, and you want the reconciliation of the times. Both of you have your own specialties."

The duplicitous ghosts and gods set off natural disasters one after another under the dark sky, and the strong wind swept the sand and stones, defeating the sorcerers who tried to subdue him one after another.There was only a sorcerer and fisherman by his side, changing skins one after another, pursuing the chaos of the times, walking in the black wind generated by the curse.

Both set their sights on the rich and prosperous Heian-kyo.

Under Li Mei's surveillance and lobbying, Genji was complacent, thinking that only the power from the priestess sacrifice would allow the family to have more say in the ruling and opposition parties.

The aristocrats and ministers in Beijing are still limited by power struggles, arty, half-understood waka, and fruitless wild hunting.There are people who really understand, but also feel powerless and sigh.

This is the real situation in Heian-kyo. Abe Seimei, who was lying on the sick bed, was greatly shocked by the young man's few words, as if a bell had been knocked off his heart.

"But I don't care who they are or what they want, because they won't succeed."

The boy's fingers curled up tightly, not knowing where he got his confidence.

"I said, I see your future."

He Mao Chaoyi's thin lips curved under the curtain again, and he laughed softly.

"Let me watch a good show, Great Onmyoji.

"I believe that you will not lose."