My curse spirit is number one in the world

The whole sentence should be, stepping on the sand is practiced in Qingqiu, and the moon is on the Baichilou in Chang'an. *

After He Mao Chaoyi listened, he said, "It just happens to describe the poem tonight. It is one of the "Collected Works". You can go to this collection of poems first when you look back."

His tone was very easy-going, as if he didn't care whether the other party would listen, but he didn't know that this tone was more memorable.

Under the night, the young man walked into the courtyard, and Qingming saw him take out a fan with a novel handle from his sleeve.

He looked up at the full moon.

"You know what, Seimei."

The young man called out his name for the first time, and slowly opened the folding fan in his hand. The fan was also newly painted, and the paintings were Chuyang, Fuyun and Young Crane.

But in the blink of an eye, the color of that round early sun changed, turning into a round of silvery white.

"The moon is often the thing that people on the ground place their emotions on. There have been countless poems with the curse of 'moon' throughout the ages. Because they think the moon is a dead thing, they can express their affection without any scruples, heavy The longing, the huge desire... These emotions have accumulated on the moon, making the little princess very distressed."

……Princess.

The young Onmyoji couldn't help straightening his back, as if he knew what was going to happen in front of him.

"But therefore, just ask her, and anyone who casts a curse on her will be invisible under the moonlight."

The evening wind came suddenly, and the black-haired young man was draped in the moonlight like a veil, and the cracked gray eyes seemed to be warmed by the light, like jade.He raised his hand, as if he wanted to catch an inch of the flowing moonlight with his fan.

On the night of the fifteenth day, the moon shines brightly.

A petite and beautiful figure suddenly descended from the sky, with a gorgeous long belt and tail veil like clouds and mist, like a celestial girl who accidentally fell into the world along the falling moonlight.

She was shrouded in a faint light, with an immature face, her eyes were quietly closed.

When it fell, the girl lightly pressed the young man's fan with her hand, and soon the young man reached out to catch her.

Touching hands, Ji Jun, who came from the moon, slowly opened his eyes, and the bamboo branches beside him were floating like in a fairyland.

At a glance, her slender eyelashes outlined a pure scenery that no amount of poetry could describe.

Princess of the Moon, Princess Kaguya.

Compared with last night's Night Walk of the Ghosts, the young people now seem extremely sincere and gentle.Abe Seimei watched as Ji Jun, who was holding hands, walked towards him step by step.

"The moonlight is thin, but it can shine on you and me. It's really wonderful."

He Mao Chaoyi smiled, he walked up to the Onmyoji again, and turned the folding fan in his hand.

Kaguya Ji followed this movement and looked at the white-haired Onmyoji, her eyes without sadness or joy suddenly lit up, revealing the curiosity and appreciation of a little girl.

She raised her hand and gently placed it beside the fan.

He Mao Chaoyi said softly to him, "I see that your future is like a full moon, so I give this moonlight to you, the future great Onmyoji."

The future... Great Onmyoji.

It would be too gentle to call the words of youth a blessing.

This is his curse on the moon.

Abe Seimei took the handle of the fan and slowly pressed it on his chest. This is a curse cast on me.

……

Before dawn, a huge white fox leaped on Suzaku Avenue.

The appearance of Bai Zangzhu did not cause any panic. In the middle of the night, the ox carts with the women were busy, and a gust of wind blew by. The man in the cart lifted the curtain and looked up, but he didn't see anything. He only felt that there was a light mist like the moon Slipping away, leaving only an invisible shadow in sight.

Seimei arranged blindfolds all over Hakuzang's body, and led Kaguya Hime to follow the direction she pointed out.

In the grass at the outskirts where the courtiers passed by, he found a skeleton. The skeleton was hidden very deep, almost lying in a ravine. The mottled marks on the bones showed that it had been lying here for a long time, exposed to the wind and the sun. No one noticed.

The white-haired boy exhaled lightly, "It looks like this is here."

Kaguya Ji stretched out her hand, and a piece of jade branch hangs lightly on the small palm, exuding a faint brilliance, shining on the withered and yellow bones.

A maggot condensed like black mist came out of the eye hole.

When the maggots were illuminated by the light, they transformed into a human-like shape again, but their resentment was much lessened, and the ferocious ghost horns were gone, and their figure was still very hunched.

He bowed down to the young onmyoji in a groveling manner.

Qingming looked at him coldly with lowered eyes, a bright light flashed across his eyes.

He Mao Chaoyi has lived in the back mountain for a long time, but he is not a person who can relax.He made friends with monsters, read a lot of books, and quickly guessed the meaning of the poem and the origin of the evil spirit—the other party might be a person who came across the sea a hundred years ago but died in an accident.

When the courtiers passed by the suburban mouth, the food they donated was like an exchange in the eyes of the monk—the more proficient in spells, the more he knew how to use such things to cast a curse. bridge between parties.

Demons and ghosts attach the most importance to promises. People who travel late at night generally know that they can't just agree to what they say to themselves. The young people will put flowers back in Huapi's hair, and they are also paying attention to this point.

And he declined very tactfully.

But ordinary guards and courtiers didn't know the taboos in the spells, nor did they think that there would be monks who knew the spells to avenge their kindness, or would come prepared.

After reaching the contractual relationship, the ghost should be attached to the bodyguard, but I didn't expect that this person was also fond of poetry in his life, so he attached himself to the courtier who was often left in the Qingliang Palace to sing waka.

The courtiers were weak, so the evil spirit was unable to cause trouble at first, and it was not until the possessed object died that it couldn't help but run out.

The ghost wept bitterly in front of Yueji and Qingming, because his obsession persisted, he lingered here all the time, and only wanted to go up to the highest attic in Heian-kyo to recite poetry on the night of the full moon.Unexpectedly, with the help of the monks, after being attached to the body of the courtiers, he became more and more hungry, and only wanted to eat flesh and blood, so such a tragedy happened.

The bloody and tearful poet ghost didn't beg for mercy, he knew what he had done, he just felt that he was no longer worthy of Yue Yinyong, and only wanted to be relieved.

Qingming could only sigh at this, and asked him, "What does that monk look like?"

"He, he was wearing a bamboo hat, an old cassock and iron shoes, and his tin staff was also very rusty. He said, 'It's just a curse, you are not allowed to raise your head', and made me kneel on the ground."

Poet Ghost carefully recalled the monk's face and words, "When he said he was going to pick a flower from the Buddhist temple on the mountain to the west, I couldn't hold back and looked up at him."

Under the light of the moonlight, Shi Gui could see clearly that the monk had not shaved his hair, the hair was pulled back, and on the exposed broad forehead, there were hideous marks similar to being stitched by needlework.

Needle and thread...?Onmyoji note this characteristic.

……

The sun is warm in early autumn, and the quaint verandah is a courtyard surrounded by grasses in the valley. Among the slightly discolored leaves, female radishes, carnations, orchids, pink kudzu, sage, and Zhu Jin popped out one after another. The clumps were shallow, and the young onmyoji who was about to pass by gently brushed them away with his sleeve.

The huge white fox turned into a small fox and jumped across the grass at his feet.

He Mao Chaoyi was leaning on the pillars to bask in the sun on the wooden porch, and when he heard the movement, he tilted his head slightly, his black hair was docile on the side of his pure white face like the shadow of fallen leaves, and he still looked leisurely and indifferent to world affairs.

"Is the matter resolved?"

Qingming stood in the courtyard, "After hearing the story of Shi Gui, Princess Kaguya felt that he was really pitiful, so I made him turn into a firefly before leaving."

The lifespan of fireflies is basically only one season. When the autumn wind blows, they will die in the cold wind like fragile candles.

Poet ghosts die in a foreign land, and on the night of the full moon, there is only endless nostalgia for their homeland and love for ancient and elegant poems.

All the onmyoji can do is to let him be a firefly climbing up miscanthus and worshiping the moon at the end of a season.

I miss someone, far away from home.

I have something to feel, and it's deep in my gut. *

Worship the moon for a few days, please convey this small thought for me, and return to the land that I care about.

Satisfied, Shi Gui turned into an ethereal speck of light under Kaguya Ji's light.

He Mao Chaoyi looked at the Onmyoji in front of him, and felt that this was unexpected but reasonable.

Is it really worthy of [Abe Seimei]...

There was silence in the corridor for a while, and the autumn wind suddenly picked up, blowing the flowers of the seven grasses to a low level.

Abe Seimei stared at Kamo Asayoshi for a long time, then he suddenly took a step forward, his white hair swaying in the air.

"You said I would become a great Onmyoji, is that the future you see?"

On the way back, the young onmyoji chewed on what had happened in the past few days, and recalled what he said in front of the small grave.

[I am seeking a reconciliation. 】

There seemed to be something settled in his heart, he no longer wondered about the power of youth, and he no longer wondered whether the ability to glimpse the future really existed.

Because this time he will once again take these words as promises and guidelines, officially walking on a road that cannot be understood by ordinary humans and monsters.

I want to become strong, and I want to try my best to mediate unreasonable tragedies and disputes within my ability.

He thought he did want a kind of peace.

Monsters and human beings can go their own way without interfering with each other. Only when fate and mantra meet skillfully, as if they caught the firefly in the will-o’-the-wisp, continue to walk up the mountain path by accident, thus continuing one after another. story.

He loves such stories and wants to protect such stories.

He Mao Chaoyi was stunned, and told the truth, "I actually don't believe it, and I don't believe that things that haven't happened are fixed. Even the picture I see, I believe it will change because of a person's thought."

Abe Seimei's face didn't change, because he already knew that when the young man said that he was the future great onmyoji, it was not a blessing, but a curse.

He Mao Chaoyi is not an absurd god who sits in the sky and ignores the world, nor is he a romantic person who has read thousands of sails and doesn't care about the world.

He may have some stories, experienced hardships, and waited for a long time.

But now, he says, he's here for him.

The young Onmyoji decided to believe this sentence.

"I'll do it," he whispered.

The promised vows are like tough reeds in the wind, and the young elves seem to be inspired, poking their heads out from the cracks in the rocks and the grass, and dancing lightly following the clear aura of the young man.All kinds of shimmering creatures floating in the air stopped the bleak autumn wind, they surrounded the son of the white fox, and surrounded this young man with unwavering faith.

The courtyard with the seven grasses was strange and strange for a while.

But He Mo Chaoyi couldn't see clearly, so he could only try to open his eyes, but first he saw the bright will through the Onmyoji's blue eyes.

"you……"

"I will work hard to achieve the future you see and become a great Onmyoji."

The white-haired boy looked up, made an agreement, and then asked, "So in exchange, by then, you can tell me your real name!"

The first name of a friend I want to know in the age of being named after me.