My curse spirit is number one in the world

The onmyoji in front of him already looked like a handsome and beautiful young man.

Her long, white hair was tied behind her back, and her blue eyes were as bright as one.

Compared with when we first met, the child's deliberate rigidity has also changed, and his temperament has become easy-going and more restrained.

When the young man entered and exited the court, he was already able to show an elegant posture and smile that made people speechless.

Covering your face with a fan and sighing because you feel bored when others don't notice.

Kamo Asoyoshi looked at the young man who already had his own chin, and before he felt that time flies by like an arrow, he saw Abe Seimei frowning slightly at him.

"Are you going out dressed like this in this weather?"

Onmyoji's tone was calm, as if he was purely curious, as for the emotion behind the words, it was difficult for people to hear.

The young man's smile froze for a second.

"Hmm... the otter in the Kamogawa told me a few days ago that there will be delicious sweetfish swimming through the dark river in the mountains in the river news these days. You can get me some."

He Mao Chaoyi explained slowly, but he was actually answering irrelevant questions, hinting wildly, and throwing the blame lightly.

The pot wasn't for the otters, but Abe Seimei had notified him with a paper figurine shikigami before he came to him, so he had the idea to take the fish as a treat.

In the corridor behind the two of them, a little paper man was hugging behind the pillar and poked his head slightly.Although it has no face, this action seems to be guilty of knowing what it has done wrong.

"..."

Abe Seimei smiled, okay, blame me.

The young man was wearing thin clothes and a coat. The fabric of the coat was thick, but the onmyoji noticed his red hands, which stood out against the snow-white background.In such a situation, the rope on which the fish is strung can easily strangle the fingers with fine bruises.

The white-haired boy paused, put down the stove, came over to take the sweetfish from Kamo Asayoshi's hand, walked back, took a few steps, and then turned back.

"Not coming yet?"

He Mao Chaoyi couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth when he saw his angry but still calm expression, at least not angry.In the end, he couldn't restrain himself, put his fist on his mouth and laughed softly.

"He Mao Chaoyi." The young man paused every word, enunciating the words clearly, with a sense of warning.

The young man smiled and followed his footsteps.

Still have to practice, still have to practice.

The light snow didn't stop, it suppressed the grasses and cypresses in the courtyard in the mountains, and the flowers, plants and trees that excel in different seasons were gradually buried in the snow, so it was very quiet.

The cold porch was covered with two blanket-like thick cushions, which were said to be handwritten by Xiaoxiu.After the wooden round brazier was ignited, a cluster of fire ignited, and there was a little man on fire jumping inside. The little man reached out and grabbed the silver net that covered his head, and said to them while putting it on his head. A long paragraph.

Abe Seimei couldn't understand the language he spoke but could understand the meaning of the words, probably telling someone to quickly put something for him to bake.

"..."

He was actually a hard worker.

The sweetfish to be grilled was sent by otters in the dark river in the mountains, and the mushrooms for the side dish were found by flying squirrels. Asayoshi Kamo saw the boy looking at the stove curiously, and gently pressed down the top of the little fireman with wooden chopsticks. from the silver net.

"This stove was given to me by a swordsmith, not a monster."

"Swordsmith?"

In the Heian period, swordsmiths and hunters belonged to low-status people. Abe Seimei was not someone who cared about his status. He just wondered why Kamo Chaoyoshi had a familiar swordsmith who could give him a stove.

Young people seldom go out, and they seldom go to places where swordsmiths gather in Heianjing. The distance between the two is very far.

"This swordsmith asked me one thing. He will be ordered to forge swords at the shrine in the next year. I hope I can help him find a good fire."

The young man lowered his gaze, "The thing in this stove was originally the tinder he was optimistic about, but the 'fire' itself is not happy, and there is nothing he can do about it."

The villain in the stove popped up again, this time it didn't hold up the silver net, and went directly through the net to hug the sweetfish picked up by the chopsticks, put it on the net and then retracted.

After a while, Abe Seimei heard a sigh of satisfaction following the sizzle sound and aroma.

Stove likes food, likes soft things, likes the quietness in snowy days, and the place for forging knives is not suitable for it.

The young onmyoji looked at it for a while, "It must be because of the 'curse' cast by the person who made the stove."

"Being able to say such things proves that you are indeed making progress." He Mao Chaoyi grilled the fish, and in his hands, it seemed that anything could be turned into a leisurely gesture.

They had talked about mantras years ago.

The mantra does not come from pure language. Abe Seimei thinks that people who make stoves probably like such a quiet life, so the items they make also have the same emotions.

"But there is one thing you guessed wrong."

Kamo Asayoshi said suddenly, and smiled while fiddling with his chopsticks, as if he had thought of something interesting, "That swordsmith is the maker of the stove, and this stove was made for me. Put down the fire."

Both the swordsmith and the monster cast spells on the stove, which were suitable for the young man in front of him.

Abe Seimei was surprised, but also had to marvel, "It seems that this knife maker is a very good craftsman, no wonder you know him."

Being favored by something inhuman means that his works and state of mind are extraordinary.

"If there is a chance, I can introduce it to you." The young man said.

Onmyoji subconsciously glanced at the fan placed by his leg.

The fan He Mao Chaoyi gave him was very ordinary in craftsmanship, but the material seemed to be a collection of rare things in the world.

Bamboo branches cut from ten thousand years of bamboo are used as fan bones, Kaguya Ji's jade branches are used as handle ends, tengu feathers, golden feathers, and poisonous feathers are embedded in the edges for reinforcement, the paper smoothed by the bookman, and the ink picked by the stone man are drawn into all the ghosts and ghosts. representative image.

In the end, he sealed the fan with the most auspicious sunrise in the east and the longevity crane bird, and handed it to Abe Seimei when the moon was at its greatest.

Using this as a medium, the young onmyoji used his own strength to get acquainted with these monsters, and created a shikigami scroll that belongs exclusively to "Abe Seimei".

Not every monster has a good relationship with the young man, but he still got something related to monsters.

He Mao Chaoyi acted as if nothing had happened, and I said that it was all sent by someone else, do you believe me?

Abe Seimei smiled, what do you think.

The youth shrugged.

"I can make you a new fan when you become an adult. It won't be so troublesome at that time. You yourself have become a medium."

After the fish was grilled, He Mao Chaoyi threw one into the bowl in front of Master Bai Zang, and then filled two plates, the outside was charred and the inside was tender, and it smelled hot.

Before Little Fire Man could cry, he removed the silver net and put it on the dry coarse cloth, lifted the pottery teapot directly onto it, and suppressed the fire.

Smelling the slight fragrance of the unboiled tea leaves, Little Fire Man shrank back in satisfaction again.

"Let's get down to business, so the first month is approaching, why do you still have time to come to my place, the sacrifice should be very busy, right?"

When the young man stretched out his chopsticks, he bit the fish with his white teeth, which were slightly exposed. He ate like a gentleman, but he didn't care about the rules of eating without saying anything. He could do whatever he wanted.

It is because of this that Abe Seimei has the interest of coming to him, and of course it is not the only interest.

"In Ping An Jingzhong, many magicians have come."

The young onmyoji also picked up the plate, and said casually, "They seem to collectively call the ghosts generated by negative emotions 'curses', and they appeared as if to create a new genre."

"Conjurer?... Didn't this kind of title exist a long time ago, and Onmyoji is also one of them."

He Mao Chaoyi let out a chuckle, "Onmyoji still has several jobs, so he has to learn everything. It's easier to only study the way of spells."

Neither of them cared much about the appearance of "Conjurer" and the rise of this title, because even if there are thousands of different titles, they are all people who study "curse".

What is a curse? Of course, it is the principle of how everything works.

Even ordinary people without spiritual power have actually studied this truth several times in their lives.

The title is just one of the curses.

Just like the incident of the poet ghost at that time, they regarded the monk with stitches on his forehead as a magician.

The fox ghost incident that caused a storm in the city suddenly stopped after Shi Gui left, and the onmyoji who was mainly responsible was He Mao Zhongxing.

Although Abe Seimei's reply did not contain any information about the fox spirit, he needed to report it to the court, so he had to half-make up a reason, and also included the name of his lover, so as to consolidate the barrier in Heian capital, and give this The matter came to an end.

Abe Seimei once followed the information of "Buddhist Temple on the West Mountain" to find this monk.

The Buddhist temple on the mountain to the west is Daigo Temple. The temple is very large and there are many monks coming and going. The onmyoji asked the spirit who lived there for a long time, and no one had ever seen such a strange monk.However, if the opponent used a hat to cover the scar, they would not lift the monk's hat to check at will, so it is not very clear.

But the "flower in the Buddhist temple" is very famous, it is a story about Master Genshin.

"Genshin?"

He Mao Chaoyi asked, "The one who has been guarding a flower to bloom?"

"you have heard."

"I've heard the monsters mention it. After all, it is a very persistent thing, and it deserves the favor of the monsters."

Master Yuanxin did not become a monk. When he was young, he used to pick flowers for his sick wife as medicine, but his wife passed away before the flowers bloomed.

Since then, he has lived on the mountain for a long time, guarding the unbloomed flower for decades.

Seeing that he is devout and there is a Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain, the people of the world called him by the above.

Abe Seimei nodded, wanting to say something more.

He Mao Chaoyi sighed and interrupted him.

"The point you want to talk about should not be this matter. Although it is normal to become a riddle person after becoming an onmyoji, I am not a nobleman in the court, nor a courtier who wants to ask for your help. Great onmyoji..."

The young man smiled, "Quickly get to the topic and talk about something human."

Who did such a distorted riddleman learn from? That guy Tadyuki has always been serious, and he doesn't talk much nonsense.

The young onmyoji raised his head and looked back at him fixedly, without being dumbfounded or shy when he was pointed out, he just said, "It will snow in the future, wear an extra dress."

...to bargain with him.

The young man was slightly surprised in his heart, and raised the corners of his lips in response, "Okay."

Only then did Abe Seimei speak slowly:

"A few days ago, I was suddenly entrusted with a strange task..."