My curse spirit is number one in the world

Abe Seimei looked out the door.

There is no longer a gap between Yin and Yang outside the door, as if the moment the Onmyoji catches 99 Chao and raises his head again, the picture outside the door changes to the outside of the room where 99 Chao lives.

The tree man grew quietly on the wooden pier, and a Fusangshen stood in the night, and it was Sanri Yue Zongjin.

"I've heard about the name for a long time." Mikazuki Zongjin said.

Abe Seimei looked at him silently. He remembered that the pseudonym he used before the 99th Dynasty was his own name, and he had been called by the fusangshen in the imperial palace for nearly 100 years. For a while, um, I don’t know how to respond to this long famous.

The boy was sleeping deeply in the arms of the onmyoji, sleeping very well, probably nothing could wake him up.

"I think after the god judge has identified the target and put down his guard against us for the time being, he will contact his curse spirit in the palace. Depending on the situation, it will be almost tonight." Sanri Yue Zongjin stood still outside the courtyard, slowly Slow to explain.

Suspects don't need to be suspicious, 99 Chao didn't let go of his guard against the Sangshen until he was sure that he and the Fusangshen would start targeting the Yumenyuan in the depths of Penglai.His curse spirit is his biggest secret now, and Mikazuki Munechi thinks that since Ninety-Nine Chaos feels that the Imperial Palace is a safe place, he will definitely contact Abe Seimei.

So here he is.

"We do understand him," Sanriyue Zongjin said, "he was not that overly cautious before, but after returning from this world, all the Fusangshen are analyzing his every move now, hoping that when he returns, he can be identified as soon as possible. He accepts."

Abe Seimei also saw the memory fragment of the young man walking into the fog and promised to return, and said, "He also attaches great importance to you."

"Yes," Fu Sangshen laughed, "It's like treating precious swords with the same importance, because the relationship between people and things will not change. We are his swords, and we will always be. That's why he It would be said that this 'connection' is unbroken."

"..."

Abe Seimei was a little speechless. The meaning of Mikazuki Muneki's words was that 99 Chao regarded the fusangshen as their own property, so as long as the owner didn't change his mind, the property would still be his property.

He thinks that 99 Chao doesn't think so, but he has not participated in the relationship between the two, and he doesn't know what happened to 99 Chao in hell, so it's hard to comment.

He even had the feeling that Sanri Yuezong was deliberately blocking his topic.

It is so troublesome for smart people to talk to smart people.

Abe Seimei believed that Mikazuki Munekami had come to sit on the sidelines for no reason, so he simply kept silent and waited for the other party to explain his intentions.

We are all people and knives of the same era, so don't embarrass each other if you can.

Sanriyue Zongjin did not ask him to wait, and then said, "But the knife will not have any objections to the owner who wields the knife. His intention is our intention. If he wants to leave here, we will help him leave."

Leaving hell is a difficult task, otherwise Seimei Yumonin couldn't go to the human world, even Fu Sangshen couldn't explain how to do it clearly, so Mikazuki Zong came this time just to find a consultant for consultation.

The advisor, Seimei Abe, saw the golden garrison that Tsukami Tsukaki took out, and suddenly understood what these fusangshen were going to do.

He became a little distressed, because the person in his arms would definitely be angry if he knew about it.

Sanri Yuezong came to him on purpose.

……

It is rumored that there are fox spirits hiding in the capital recently, making troubles everywhere and disturbing the capital.

……

99 Chao opened his eyes, and there were strange streets and ancient houses in front of him. There was no hanging moon in the dark blue sky, and everything around him was quiet and gloomy.

He understood that he had entered Abe Seimei's memory.

Suzaku Avenue was extremely quiet late at night. He checked that his body wasn't wet, and saw a group of ox carts slowly approaching in the distance. He clicked his tongue and stepped in that direction.

"Konjaku Monogatari Collection" once recorded that Abe Seimei studied under Ka Mo Takayuki since he was a child. When he was still young, he went out in a car with Ka Mo Takayuki, and traveled to the Xiajing area at night, probably south of Luocheng Gate.

The bullock cart was walking steadily, but Qingming, who was walking beside the cart, suddenly saw a cloud of mist coming from under Luocheng Gate in the distance. thing.

"Stop!" After hearing this, He Maozhongxing solemnly called to the two guards walking ahead.

He asked the guards to extinguish the torch, sat in the bullock cart, pressed his fingertips on the position, and said a spell in a low voice to the darkness in front of him.

What was that cloud? The guards, whose eyes had gradually adapted to the darkness, looked towards the south, and finally saw clearly the blue and black mist rolling on the ground, and the outlines of the things inside finally emerged.

Even Abe Seimei, who realized that the ghost cloud was approaching, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

A group of dancing ghosts appeared in front of the group of people, and the long-winged dragons covered with green scales spanned a thousand meters to illuminate them. Either left or right, they were all ghosts with different shapes.

The coquettish prostitute gave birth to lotus every step of the way, and in the blink of an eye, a huge evil ghost's head poked out from her sleeve, and bit off the red-skinned imp who was fascinated by beauty and followed her; The red and black ghost mask hides half of the face, laughing at the Snake who hovers on the stone monster; the long-tailed Snake lights up a cigarette, and a face with hollow features emerges from the smoke, moaning in pain...

A group of ghosts wandered through the market, and the guards beside the bullock cart bent their knees, trembling and sweating profusely.

Only the youngest, Abe Seimei, had a calm gaze, and his gaze passed over the beautiful enchantress, the red-faced ghost with two horns, and the snake with feet... He didn't feel scared, but only found it interesting.

He will be interested in such a monster night walk, no wonder he is always excluded in the school and called a monster.

Hey, the young Qingming suddenly realized that this team was not led by a ghost.

Those who can lead the Hyakki Yaxing should also be monsters at the level of the ghost king, he thought, holding back without taking a step forward, and only looked more carefully at the Hyakki Yaxing in front of him.

Then he saw that in the center of the team, there was a "person" lying on the wooden plank of a half-collapsed cart.

A black-haired young man with his eyes closed was sitting in the line of the Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night, looking a bit out of place.

If you want to describe his appearance, he has black hair, thin lips, and a high nose bridge. He is not bad if he is described as handsome, but he is only wearing a simple black kimono. There is no sign of ghosts on his body. In this beautiful and strange team In the middle, it is ordinary and eye-catching.

Seimei saw a small ghost lifting the car board, and the cherry blossom ghost was hanging down from a branch, just right in front of his forehead.He smelled the fragrance of flowers and seemed to chuckle slightly.

"Qingming, thanks to you, if it weren't for your reminder, we would all be dead tonight."

After the night-walking ghosts left, He Maozhong stroked his beard and muttered in a low voice, "But that guy is also... messing around."

However, the white-haired boy didn't hear what his teacher said clearly, and he still looked at the direction where the ghosts walked in the distance with puzzled eyes.

Is that...a monster?

Because he inherited the blood of the fox, the boy who has just joined He Maozhong's school has white hair and blue eyes, and he always attracts attention when he passes by the school.

He was born with outstanding talent and powerful spiritual power. He Mao Zhongxing taught him as described by later generations, "like water poured into a urn".

The apprentices of the same age held a grudge against him, so one day they found an unreasonable excuse and asked him to follow them to the back mountain to eliminate demons.

"Exorcism?" The white-haired boy was slightly taken aback.

"Hmph, with your little ability, don't you feel that there is a faint evil spirit in the back mountain? Maybe there are some monsters lurking in, and it will be bad for the teacher!"

The rest of the apprentices were at most a few years older than Qingming, and they had learned some knowledge of divination and ghost telling. When walking on the mountain road, they gathered together and looked at Qingming. Zhun has already planned how to meet a monster, trip him up and run away, and then go back to school to watch his jokes, without the slightest thought of clarity.

Qingming's expression was calm, as if he didn't notice the malice.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and a group of half-grown teenagers were walking on the winding and deep mountain road, and gusts of cold wind blew out from the bushes.

"Okay, it's cold."

"A little, I'm a little scared..."

"Hey, how about we go back..."

"Hui Hui Hui, why do you go back!" The apprentice who first proposed to get rid of the demon scolded, took a look at the calm Qingming, and braved up, "If we don't meet that monster today, we won't go back!"

Someone answered him with a smile, "Really?"

"Of course! In order to prevent youkai from finding Sensei—"

The apprentice was like a duck whose throat had been choked, suddenly unable to speak.

Because this voice is obviously not the voice of any of the apprentices who went up the mountain together, but belongs to an adult male.

Then the voice laughed twice, the laughter seemed to come from the grass in all directions, occasionally mixed with a few wonderful notes, and clusters of blue flames burst out of the grass in the entire mountain road!

The light of the fire was faint, and the heart of the fire seemed to reflect the faces of howling people, overwhelmingly rushing towards several half-grown children on the road.

The ghostly wind was howling, and the apprentices panicked. They couldn't think of any incantations they usually recited in their minds, and they screamed, terrified.

"There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"

"Help!"

"It's hot! It's hot!"

The white-haired boy reached out to grab the air, and the exuberant will-o'-the-wisp extinguished in vain with the wind.

The will-o'-the-wisps have no temperature at all, and those apprentices who are scared to death are scaring themselves.

Seimei opened his hand, only to find that it was just a small firefly flying away from his palm.

The mountain road fell silent, and the apprentices who originally planned to watch Abe Seimei's good show all ran away in a hurry.Only the boy who was supposed to be the protagonist of the show glanced at the swaying fireflies in mid-air.

He collected himself and continued to walk up the mountain road.

The He Mao family was a well-known Onmyoji family in Ping'an capital at that time, and the head of the family, He Maozhong, was about to set up the school at the foot of the mountain. Did he notice this faint ray of evil spirit?

Seimei was curious about what kind of monster it was, so he would turn a blind eye to the teacher and let him live on the back mountain of Kamo's house.

The blue sky in the mountains is different from that in Beijing. The pale crescent moon hangs in the misty clouds. The night wind blows, the fireflies sway, and the grass rustles, but all the sounds stop at a certain moment.

The firefly landed on the young man's finger, and was held close to his eyes.

He seemed to recognize the light of the bug and saw which bug it was, then smiled lightly and said, "Thanks, Ying."

He raised his hand, and the firefly flew up again, circled him lightly, and drifted away slowly.

There is an unobtrusive house on the mountain. Qingming approached and found that the young man had his eyes closed the whole time, just like the ghosts he and his teacher met not long ago in the night walk in Xiajing. He was dressed in black and had black hair. On the porch.

His footsteps couldn't help but pause, and the sound he made caught the young man's attention.

The other party turned his head and opened his eyes.

The night wind blows, the fireflies sway, the grass rustles, and everything in the world begins to make sounds again.

The pupils of the young man were like glazed beads from the Tang Kingdom that came across the sea, full of cracks, showing a heterogeneous off-white color, as if stared at by these eyes, there would be a kind of coldness coming from the bottom of his heart.

Abe Seimei thought he was bold, but he was also taken aback.

The young man said, "Little fox, who are you?"

Everyone knew that Abe Seimei was a child with the blood of a fox demon, but this person first saw that he had the blood of a fox demon before asking his name.

He had heard a lot of infamy, but this was the first time someone called him in such a tone. The white-haired boy subconsciously answered his own name, and then he came back to his senses and told the monster his real name.

Oops.

"Are you Abe Seimei?"

The young man seemed very surprised. He looked ecstatic without getting his name. He just leaned out and seemed to want to see him more clearly, as if he had seen some rare animal. is you."

He can't seem to see clearly, is there something wrong with his eyes, who is he?

Is he a monster?

Thinking of this, Abe Seimei took a few steps forward.