I live longer than the incomparable

When hearing the name [Yaobai Bikuni], Yushiro's first reaction was disbelief.

Even if he has been a ghost for hundreds of years, he still knows the legend of the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis.

Thinking of this, Yushiro was about to speak, but suddenly realized something.

Lord Zhu Shi...calls her [His Excellency Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni].And Yushiro himself has never seen her in more than 200 years, and has never heard Master Zhushi mention her.

So this also means that the time they met was probably before Yushiro met Zhushi.

After realizing this fact, Yushiro's eyes suddenly widened, and his gaze towards Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni also became extremely complicated.

But they didn't have time for complicated moods, and they didn't even have time to pack their things. They just brought the passer-by who had just turned into a ghost and his wife, and they left the building in a hurry.

And within a few minutes after they left, a belated ghost missed their whereabouts and smashed down the foreign building angrily.

Yushiro and Zhushi, who had gone far away, noticed what had happened in the original house through the illusion they left behind. Zhushi's expression became more solemn, and his gaze at the eight hundred monks also sank a little.

——She came here on purpose to meet her, what exactly is she going to talk about?

——*——

The spare residence was obviously much more remote and crude than the usual residence, and there was not even a place to boil water, so Yushiro dug out a few cups and fetched a cup of cold water for them one by one.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who watched the simple and rough whole process did not say a word, and thanked him softly when he put the water glass in front of her.

"It's okay now."

Special times are not so particular, and Zhu Shi did not make any comments on Yushiro's hospitality.What she cares most about now is the reason why the eight hundred monks came to visit specially.

Opposite the eight hundred bhikkhunis, Zhu Shi sat upright.

The boy wearing flower earrings held the water glass that Yushiro slapped viciously in front of him just now, and stared at them blankly, not daring to say a word.

Fortunately, the eight hundred bhikkhuni noticed his embarrassment and asked, "What's your name?"

Hearing this question and seeing that their eyes were all on him, the young man couldn't help becoming serious, in order to match his state with the current atmosphere.

"Tanjirou, Kamado Tanjirou."

"Tanjiro?" Eight Hundred Bikuni repeated softly, "Stove door."

It is a name that has nothing in common with Yuanyi, nor does it have any similarities.

Kamado Tanjiro didn't know what she meant by repeating her name, but his nose has been very sensitive since he was a child, not only can he smell all kinds of smells that actually exist, but even after practicing breathing techniques, he can smell many things from the past. Can't even smell anything.

Just like her mood at this time.

Kamado Tanjirou smelled deep nostalgia from Yabaicuni's body—when she whispered his name, the nostalgia became stronger.

So Tanjiro asked cautiously, "Do you... know me?"

Zhu Shi thought she would tell Tanjirou Kamado about Enichi and the Hanazara earrings, but Bikkuni Yabaekuni did not.

The beautiful girl shook her head gently: "No, I don't know."

She didn't lie, Yabai Bikuni did not know Tanjiro Kamado.She just thought of someone from the past through Tanjirou—the child named Enichi.

But she neither mentioned Enichi to Tanjiro, nor told him that she knew the first owner of the flower earrings hanging from his earlobe.

The original purpose of her coming here this time was to see Zhu Shi.

When Zhushi was still a human being, Onimai Tsuji Musai pretended to be a doctor and came to her home and told her that there was a way to keep her alive, but there would be some small changes in her body.

At that time, Zhu Shi didn't have any concept of what a "small change" was. She only knew that her life was near, and her husband and children didn't want her to die.

Joo-se wants to live, so she begs him to heal herself.

But at that time, the girl who had been silently following behind Oni Wu Tsuji Muchan suddenly spoke.

The girl's voice was calm, as if she was just mentioning it casually.She said to Zhu Shi: [Things that are forcibly retained may not be all the results that I want.Human life is inherently short, and it is forced to continue...]

【You have exceeded the limit. 】

A cold voice interrupted the girl's words.

In fact, even if she had finished speaking, Zhu Shi at that time would not listen at all, only wanting to live with her husband and children in her mind, and would not listen to anyone's advice at all.

No matter how much the eight hundred bhikkhunis said, it would be futile.

But Zhu Shi, who turned into a ghost, regretted it unexpectedly. She lost her mind due to hunger, and ate all her children and husband that she should have cherished and loved.

After everything was over, Zhu Shi stared blankly at the mottled blood all over the floor, she sat blankly in the bloody room, tears rolling down silently.

【Zhu Shi never imagined that there would be such an unacceptable consequence. 】

Onimai Tsuji never had any real intention of saving others, everything he did was just a whim or his own purpose.

So Zhushi waited for Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi again.

But at this time, Oni Wu Tsuji was not as polite as when he pretended to be a doctor at the beginning. Instead, he frightened her with the terrifying coercion from his own blood, making Zhu Shi also his subordinate.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who witnessed everything disappeared in the second year of following the ghost dance Tsuji in Zhushi.

Zhu Shi once regretted not being able to listen to the advice of the eight hundred bhikkuni. This strange girl sincerely advised her, probably because of her own personal experience.

For a long time after that, Zhu Shi felt that Babai Bhikuni didn't really want to be with Wu Mi.Zhu Shi felt that this was the reason why Bhikkhuni Babai left Guiwu Tsuji at that time.

She's just...so lonely.

In a long life, nothing can be kept, and nothing can be forced, so she stays with Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou, in order to make the long time no longer long.

Because of this, Zhu Shi stared at the girl in front of her, and she thought, maybe it was because of this reason that the eight hundred bhikkhuni would return to Gui Wu Tsuji's side again.

Time is indeed a terrible thing. It is only now that Zhu Shi remembers that he has had these complicated thoughts. If he hadn't seen Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni again, these memories would only be buried deeper and deeper with the passage of time.

"Many years have passed." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said softly, "But life is still endless."

Hearing this, Tanjirou Kamado was completely stunned. This simple child couldn't understand the deep meaning of her words at all—but he had already smelled a certain familiar smell from the person named Yabai in front of him. On the girl of a bhikkhuni.

It belongs to the taste of Ghost Dance Tsuji.

It's hard to say how he restrained the emotion in his heart the moment he first saw her, but the overly clean sadness that followed made Tanjiro want to cry for her for no reason.

It was unimaginably empty and sad, and it was heavy enough to overwhelm Onimai Tsuji's miserable smell.

That was the smell that really emanated from Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, and it belonged only to her.

So Kamado Tanjiro just looked at her blankly, and forgot to ask her anything.

Hearing her emotion, Zhu Shi was deeply touched. More than 400 years is a long enough time. Zhu Shi treats human beings as a doctor, and he often feels a kind of feeling—what is the existence of such a long and painful life? meaning.

Zhu Shi could only think of one answer.

The only motivation to keep her alive, to keep her heart beating, to hope that she can survive even if she is dying, is the hatred for Kimai Tsuji.

"But Oni Wu Tsuji is still alive." Zhu Shi answered her softly.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni echoed softly: "Yes, Guiwu Tsuji is still alive."

What she said was neither sad nor happy, as if she was talking about a stranger she didn't know.

Zhu Shi didn't understand what kind of feelings Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni had towards Oni Wu Tsuji.

Is it hatred?But she didn't seem to hate Oni Mai Tsuji Mumi, and she didn't seem to hate him when she mentioned his name.

So... do you like it?

Such an idea was denied by Zhu Shi himself the moment it came up.

[It is impossible for an existence like Oni Wu Tsuji Mucan. 】

Zhu Shi waited quietly, she watched Babaichuni continue to raise her hand, and turned the teacup in front of her.

"Zhu Shi, the thread of fate has never been cut off."

Babaichuni said such a sentence for no reason, which made Zhu Shi stunned for a long time.

But at the next moment, the eight hundred bhikkuni said to her: "I know you have been doing experiments, and Gui Wu Tsuji has also been doing research, although such actions may not be meaningful..."

She put her arms on the table, rolled up her sleeves slightly——

"I can give you some of my blood if you want."

Although it was difficult to understand her actions, Zhu Shi would naturally not refuse this kind of opportunity.

Fortunately, simple equipment was also placed in the spare residence, so Zhu Shi successfully collected the blood of eight hundred bhikkhunis.

She didn't hit Zhu Shi with the ending that Onimai Tsuji had studied for many years but found nothing, nor did she tell her that her own long life was something that deviated from common sense.

Unlike Guiwu Tsuji, Yabaichuni neither has [Blood Ghost Art], nor can he use his own blood to increase the same kind.

Aside from an equally long lifespan, Yahikuni and "ghosts" have nothing else in common.

But all this is not what Zhu Shi should consider at this time. After carefully collecting the blood of the eight hundred monks, Zhu Shi suddenly asked her: "You... how do you think about Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi."

After hearing this, Yabaichuni did not answer her question, but looked at Tanjiro and Yushiro.

"I also have a child," she said.

Everyone was stunned—the child of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni?

Eight hundred bhikkhunis didn't pay attention to their astonished expressions, lowered their eyelids and said softly, "It's a human child."

Leaving aside the question of whether the eight hundred bhikkhunis have the ability to reproduce, even if the immortal priestess of prophecy really gave birth to a child... would the child be an ordinary human being?

"That child's age," Eight Hundred Bikuni looked at Tanjiro Kamado, "It's about the same age as you."