I live longer than the incomparable

Eight hundred bhikkhuni failed to give an answer.

Even Tong Mo could answer the question, but Babai Khuni didn't know how to answer it. She could only hug the child tightly in her arms, and said as if deceiving herself: "Then, let's pretend that I also live for this child."

"Because from now on, Inosuke is my child."

After Babaichuni said this, Tong Mo stared at her thoughtfully for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Na Inosuke is also my child~"

The ghost of bliss, who is the second on the top string, clasped his hands, showed his sharp canine teeth when he smiled, and moved his head towards him with surprise: "It would be too pitiful if Inosuke only had a mother, so I can be Inosuke's mother." Dad, are Babai happy?"

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was silent for a moment, not showing the slightest sign of happiness.

She held down Tong Mo's hand that was stretched out to tease Inosuke, and tugged at the swaddle that wrapped the child, letting Inosuke escape from his sight.

"No need." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni rejected him, lowered his eyelids and said, "Even if it's just me, I can still raise Inosuke."

"Hey——" Tong Mo blinked his eyes when he heard this, and rubbed his chin as if thinking of something: "Speaking of it... Qin Ye seems to have said something similar."

Tong Mo muttered to himself: "After singing the hook song to Inosuke, she would often say [Even if I am alone, I will definitely raise Inosuke well, even if there is no father, it doesn't matter, because I I will take good care of Inosuke along with my father's share...]."

Although the eight hundred bhikkhuni didn't look at Tong Mo, every word that came out of Tong Mo's mouth clearly fell into her ears.

She has always known that Tong Mo's memory is very good, but it is so good that he can even remember every word the other party said... Is it really just because of his good memory?

Babai Khuni suddenly thought of something, she raised her face to look at Tong Mo, and quietly watched him talk about those things with joy.

But after he finished speaking, the liveliness in Tong Mo's eyebrows and eyes was all subdued, and his voice softened along with his expression. Tong Mo suddenly asked her: "Why is the meaning of life for one person because of another person?" ?”

"Probably... because of love."

What she was referring to was Kotoba and Inosuke. The mother loves the child, so she will have the motivation to live for the child.

But Tong Mo thought of something else—he thought of the reason why he changed from a human to a ghost.

He can't have the feelings of ordinary human beings, and he doesn't accept the offerings from believers from the bottom of his heart. Even in the eyes of all believers, even his parents, Tong Mo was born for the Bliss Sect, but Tong Mo himself know clearly--

【no.I have never lived for the so-called Bliss Religion. 】

The person who really gave Tong Mo a goal and let him know what he is living for is the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

Tong Mo accepted a long and boring life and accepted this empty and decaying world for the sake of eight hundred bhikkhunis.

Then, "I must also love Eight Hundred." Tong Mo suddenly said to her, "Because I have always lived for Eight Hundred~"

——*——

The sound of Kimai Tsuji's walking brought back the sanity of Bikkuni Yabai, and although Inosuke couldn't accept such a decision at first, when Bikkuni Yabao said to him: "You have grown up." Straighten your back.

From her voice, Inosuke seemed to hear some strange emotions - he saw a look of relief and emotion from his mother's expression.

[Perhaps there are other intentions behind such a decision. ] Inosuke suddenly had such an idea.

So Inosuke closed his mouth, and took all the original doubts and rhetorical questions into his heart.

He watched his father embrace his mother, patted her on the back to comfort her, and said softly to her, "Don't worry, Inosuke will definitely be able to take care of himself."

Even if he only looked at her side face and hair, his father's red plum-colored eyes were full of tenderness.

Probably in order to reassure the mother, the father also specifically asked Inosuke himself: "Is it? Inosuke."

Inosuke, who was suddenly named, looked at his face, and saw his mother look up from his father's arms. When her gaze fell on Inosuke's face, Inosuke nodded and said, "Yes."

"I can take care of myself," he said.

Unlike the eight hundred bhikkhunis, after hearing this, Guiwu Tsuji Wucan didn't even say a few words of consolation.

No matter how dull Inosuke was, he could still see what his father's behavior meant - his father didn't care about it.

He didn't even know if it was Inosuke's illusion, he felt that his father's behavior recently... seemed to be more indifferent than before.

But what is the reason for this makes it difficult for Inosuke to think - because in his opinion, his father's recent behavior is different from when he was young.

This kind of thinking lasted for a long time, and after his father and mother left Asakusa tired, Inosuke suddenly understood something.

Because when his father left, not only did he not have any worries or nostalgia, but he even vaguely felt... a strange, happy look.

Although Mumai Onimai Tsuji may not have felt it too clearly, both Tired and Inosuke have noticed his emotional changes.

When I was riding in the car, I was tired and sat between my father and my mother, and I was silent for a long time, but I still didn't say anything.

——He is not qualified to express any opinions.

Tired lowered his head, his fingers clenched and loosened unconsciously.

——*——

The blue moonlight fell on the courtyard, and the housekeeper and servants stood at the gate of the courtyard to welcome him.

Their new mansion in Kyoto is an old building similar to Nara.

Ghost Mai Tsuji only needs to look a little, and he can see the huge cherry tree in the courtyard—now that spring is approaching, the buds on the branches can already be vaguely seen.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis seem to be particularly fond of such fleeting things.Oni Wu Tsuji thought suddenly.

They had discussed the cherry tree in Nara before, and finally left the cherry tree there.When thinking of this, Onimai Tsuji suddenly had the feeling that she actually likes cherry trees, that's why she chose this style of mansion.

When he looked away from the cherry tree, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni had already walked straight into the courtyard. She entered the mansion through the verandah, and stood on the wooden floor to see the layout inside.

This time, the new residence had already been sorted out before moving in, which saved a lot of effort.

Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou didn't like the feeling of someone standing taller than him, and he didn't like the feeling of looking up at something. Looking at the back of Babaichuni, he stepped onto the porch with a slight frown.

The servants have known for a long time that the masters like quietness, and also know that the master and the young master don't like sunshine, but when they actually saw them, they were still a little surprised.

Too pale skin and dignified demeanor, and the quietness on them that seems to blend into the dark moonlight...

When thinking of this, there was even a kind of chill from the bottom of his feet.

Because someone met a pair of blood-soaked eyes.

Oni Wu Tsuji doesn't like the feeling of being stared at, especially the other party is still a weak and humble human being in his opinion-no matter whether it is status or status, he has no qualifications to look directly at him.

But when he was about to say: "Who gave you the qualification to lift up your face in front of me?", he heard the voice of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni first.

The girl standing not far away said softly to him, "Tomorrow will definitely be a fine weather."

Just such a sentence has successfully attracted the full attention of Oni Wu Tsuji.

The so-called "good weather" in her mouth must be sunny and cloudless weather, as can be seen from the bright moon and twinkling stars tonight.

What's more, Babaichuni has the ability to see the future, even if what she sees cannot be manipulated, it is not impossible for her to see tomorrow's weather at this moment.

So... another whim of taunting?

This is the only thing Guiwu Tsuji can think of, or to him, the eight hundred bhikkhuni can only say this.

On the premise that there was nothing to discuss, she would never lower her posture and obey his wishes.

In fact, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou has always been very clear that when Eight Hundred Bhikkuni showed that gesture in front of him, she had only one intention—to make Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou listen to her words.

Having made this point clear, the ensuing gloomy look encroached on/occupied the whole face.Oni Wu Tsuji looked away, and the servant lowered his head in panic, his whole body trembling like the rest of his life.

When the male master's eyes fell on him, he even had an illusion of "I might die here".

Until the voice of the hostess took away the sight of the hostess.

Onimai Tsujimu let the others back down in dismay, and walked to her side, from the perspective of eight hundred bhikkhunis, he could see the moonlight falling on him, as if it had engulfed Onimai Tsujimu Hazy thin light.

"Really?" Guiwu Tsuji said with a gloomy expression, "Do you like this kind of weather?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni raised his face following his footsteps, and set his eyes on his face. The moonlight and candlelight intertwined on his cheeks, blending light and shadow together.

"Like it or not, what difference does it make?"

Maybe there is no difference in her eyes, but in the eyes of Oni Wu Tsuji, the difference is not so big.

But Bhikkhuni's speaking style has always been like this, so it's not easy for him to distinguish what she meant by her words.

Oni Wu Tsuji took a deep look at her, and walked to the room first.

He thought that the eight hundred bhikkhuni would follow, but he did not expect that he had already reached the corner, and the eight hundred bhikkhuni still stood in the distance and did not move.

He watched her raise her face from a distance, Shuli's face was quiet under the light moonlight.

The eight hundred bhikkuni actually sensed Onimui Tsuji's gaze and knew his intentions, but what she really wanted to say on such a moonless night...was that tomorrow's weather would be fine.

When she realized what she wanted to say, that sentence suddenly seemed to be stuck in her throat, forcing her to change it.

Because in the bottom of the heart of the eight hundred bhikkhuni, Guiwu Tsuji is probably not suitable for standing quietly under the moonlight with her, listening to her say to him:

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight..."