I live longer than the incomparable

The entanglement between the Ubuyashiki clan and Onimai Tsuji Mumi has lasted for thousands of years.It was because creatures like "ghosts" appeared in their family that they were cursed with premature death.

The family that gave birth to Oni is entangled in the thread of fate, so that they can only fight Oni Mai Tsuji in an endless long time.

Only by killing Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi can they be freed.

The same is true for those swordsmen whose family members were killed by ghosts.Because the ghost took away the cherished person, and the ghost destroyed the happiness that should have been peaceful all the time.That's why I have to pick up the sword, this is to let more people no longer experience the same pain as myself.

Because he has too many burdens on his body, Yashiki Yoya can better understand the pain of others. While empathizing with their suffering, he also hopes that ordinary people can remain ordinary.

Just like many swordsmen in the Ghost Killing Squad, they were supposed to be ordinary people who lived happily in an ordinary and quiet life.

"Is it really the right choice to let those children who should have lived peacefully become swordsmen?"

From the mouth of the [-]-year-old nun, Yoya Yashiki heard that the Tokito brothers were living an ordinary life.

Should they really disturb that life and send them from the mountains to the battlefield?

Yuya Ubuyashiki wanted an answer from her.

"……yes."

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who was questioned in return nodded the low table, and the sound of nails hitting the table fell on the heart of Yoya Yashiki like a drumbeat.

"Those children should have lived a peaceful life."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni raised his eyelids, but what he said was cruel.

"But in their blood, what continues is the cause and effect that has been produced hundreds of years ago." She looked into the eyes of Yoya Miyashiki: "You can understand, and only you can understand this kind of cause and effect , because in their family, in the family that used to be called 'Jiguo', 'ghosts' also appeared."

Her voice was slow and steady, but what she said terrified Yoya Yashiki.

Such a past.

Such a "cause".

Just like the curse of the Ubuyashiki clan.

"This is their fate."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni said to him: "No matter how far away they escape, they are destined to return to the battlefield."

"Because the 'ghost' is still alive."

And Tokito Muichiro and Tokito Ichiro are destined to face their "ancestors".

——*——

When the [-]-year-old bhikkhuni returned to the temple, Tong Mo was playing rope with Inosuke. He had obviously lived for hundreds of years, but Tong Mo still took this kind of child's game tirelessly.

He and Inosuke sat on the soft cushion and had a great time playing. Even the eight hundred monks opened the door and came in only to find out when they got closer.

"Hey, Yabai is back~"

Tong Mo tilted his body and poked out his head, smilingly claiming credit for her: "Look, I took good care of Inosuke when Babai was away~"

Seeing his mother came back, Inosuke didn't care about playing with Tong Mo on the flower rope, but threw himself into his mother's arms and acted like a baby with her.

The young man with a bright smile looked at Inosuke's actions, and he was not annoyed, but after Inosuke let go of Bikkuni Yabai, he also opened his arms towards her: "Won't Yabai hug me?"

Naturally, Bhikkhuni Yabai would not hug him, perhaps out of sympathy, but Inosuke ran back to him and gave him a big hug, and when he let go, he did not forget to pat his head like a mother touching herself.

Tong Mo, who got what he wanted, laughed lively, his pointed canine teeth added a bit of innocence and cuteness, and he said sincerely: "Inosuke is so cute~"

If one only looked at Tong Mo's expression at this moment, one would think that Inosuke was a bit more mature than him.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni wanted to take Inosuke away today, but unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Tong Mo asked to stay: "Don't you stay a few more days? There will be another guest coming tonight."

Generally, when Tong Mo said something in a secretive way, Bhikkuni Babai would be able to sense that he had indeed something important to do.

"What guest?"

Tong Mo's smile remained unchanged: "Of course it's a guest we all know."

If it is a guest who cannot speak directly in front of Inosuke, then it can only be a "ghost".

After telling Inosuke a few words to be careful, Bikkuni Yabai asked him to go out to play with other people, and after he left, he asked Tong Mo who the guest was.

"It's Master Heishi Mou."

Tong Mo didn't care about his demeanor in front of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, he lay obliquely on the cushion, and the golden iron fan he found out of nowhere tapped his chin.

"His Excellency Hei Si Mou heard that you often come to my place, so he also said that he would come to see you. Babai seems to be more popular than me. After all, His Excellency Hei Si Mou never said that he would come to see me~ "

This time, he didn't show a wronged gesture, and shed tears pitifully, but smiled happily, which surprised the eight hundred bhikkhunis.

Tong Mo easily caught the surprise in the eyes of the eight hundred bhikkhunis with the empathetic ability honed from the disciples.

"I am very happy."

Tong Mo looked sincere: "It's a good thing that eight hundred people are popular~ so I feel very happy too~"

The Eight Hundred Bhikkuni lowered his eyelids when he heard this, and looked away: "What a good thing this is."

"Hey——" Tong Mo said disapprovingly: "There are many people who like Babai, of course it is a good thing. In this way, Babai will not feel lonely, because no matter what, there will be people around who can accompany you ..."

Tong Mo started muttering after talking about it, drooping his head and feeling a little lost: "Then if there is such a thing, I'm pretty much the same, right?"

This sentence is not a soliloquy, but a question to her.

Touching the pair of iridescent eyes full of expectation, Babaichuni responded to him: "No."

She said: "There are always some people, no matter how many people are around, his existence will never be replaced by anyone, even if there are people similar to him, they are just similar."

Although she couldn't feel such emotions herself, Tong Mo felt that her words were full of loneliness.

Why does Yabai always feel this way?

Tong Mo couldn't understand.

Since a long time ago, when he was still a human being, the eight hundred bhikkhunis have been like this.

The prayers of the believers told him that after death, people will go to the paradise without pain. Tong Mo does not believe in the existence of gods, but he agrees with their ideas.

If the feeling of being alive is too painful, then after death, there is no pain at all, and the result is indeed happiness.

Moreover, at that time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni also agreed with his point of view.

The girl in maiden costume was sitting on the altar, and Tong Mo was lying in front of her, staring at her face without joy or sorrow, and suddenly asked her, "Master Eight Hundred Bhikuni, do you want to go to the Land of Ultimate Bliss too?"

The girl who thought she would not answer him actually raised her eyes, those eyes were as clear as jade.

"think."

The girl gently raised her hand and touched his round cheek. Her skin was as white as snow, but the temperature of her palm had nothing to do with the cold snow.

She didn't say anything more, just looked at Tong Mo with her eyes, the young Tong Mo couldn't tell what she was thinking, he only knew——

Her hands are warm.

"But it's better than nothing." Tong Mo seemed to deliberately avoid the deep meaning in her words, and turned the topic to another direction. His thoughts escaped from the past memory, and he laughed again: "I've always felt that way."

The author has something to say: I am shaken, damn it

The taste of this man (referring to Tong Mo) is damn Mary Sue

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