I live longer than the incomparable

After the figure of Oni Wu Tsuji disappeared completely, the eight hundred bhikkhuni standing alone in the room said softly: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight..."

She suddenly called out the person's name: "Qingming."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni remembered something from a long time ago.

It should be Qingming who is really suitable to hear her say such words in such a quiet moonlight, and who is really willing to be by her side in such a beautiful moonlight.

The cherry blossoms bloomed in the courtyard, and the petals fell on the floor of the verandah.

Seimei, with a fair complexion and only a white safari, was sitting on the verandah, leaning against a pillar, holding a wine glass in his hand.

"I've also heard about you." Qingming chuckled and said, "The Prophecy Witch."

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and his clear face seemed to be shining brightly under the moonlight.

As a great onmyoji who has gained a reputation in the entire Heian capital, Abe Seimei's reputation has long been the best in the capital. At this moment, he said such words, as if he was teasing her.

"It's just an insignificant nickname." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said, "Lord Qingming has been mentioned a lot lately."

The clear moonlight fell into the wine glass, as if it had also melted into the wine. Abe Seimei took a sip of the coolness unique to this moonlit night, and asked, "Did someone mention me in front of you?"

Eight hundred monks poured wine for him: "It is often mentioned that Master Qingming's deeds are already a common topic in Beijing."

Wen Yan Qingming was still smiling, and stretched out the wine glass to her: "The so-called people's words are not true... If they are said a lot, they will naturally become true."

So Qingming, who sees these very clearly, has been a different person from the beginning.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni sometimes wondered why Seimei always laughed nonchalantly and enjoyed the boring world without distraction.

Qingming is different from her, even though he has already seen through everything, he can still place himself in the crowd, looking exquisite in all directions.

But the eight hundred bhikkhunis couldn't do it.

She was different from Qingming who was already a member of the temple at a young age, and was even favored by the Holy One all the time.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis can no longer accept this world from the bottom of their hearts like him.

So she was alone all the time.

Qingming sees through her heart and understands her thoughts, but the number of times the two of them meet is only a handful.

Yabaichuni and Abe Seimei are not the same kind of people, no matter their status or situation.

Human life is too short, like a flower that will wither after blooming, but Yabaichuni is a flower that will never wither. It is between humans and monsters, and is not regarded as the same by any party. exist.

She can only stand in a place outside of time, watching the people she has seen grow old one by one.

Even Seimei is no exception.

The young Qingjun when we first met seemed like yesterday, but today this person is already very old.

This is the fate that human beings cannot escape.It is the future that Onimai Tsuji Muyou tried his best to escape from.

Guiwu Tsuji doesn't want to die, he wants to live forever, above everyone else, looking down at the poor human beings who are struggling with birth, old age, sickness and death, and casually sends out a faint emotion.

And what he longed for so much was the right possessed by the Eight Hundred Bhikkuni - she could see anyone's death, but she would not usher in her own end.

While she was in a trance, a black crow landed on the cherry tree in the courtyard. Eight hundred bhikkuni heard the sound of it flapping its wings. She walked to the verandah, and when she raised her hand, the crow landed on her arm.

In fact, it should be called a "crow". This is not a common crow, but an animal specially trained by the Ghost Killing Squad to deliver messages.

— with little balls of paper tied around its legs.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni took off the ball of paper and saw the content clearly under the moonlight. She loosened her fingers casually, and the unfolded paper ignited a blue flame during the falling process, and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

This kind of small technique is easy for her.

——*——

When the news of Inosuke's death came, it was time for dinner.

The serving servants had all retreated, and Babaichuni was eating dinner alone. Her appetite was always small, so there were only a few small plates on the low table in front of her.

This kind of scene inevitably looks a bit bleak, the huge Japanese room is too quiet, if the [-] bhikkhuni kneeling on the round cushion, if it is not still moving, it may make people doubt whether it is a statue.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi walked in like this, crushed the tranquility, and threw a box in front of her.

She didn't look up, her eyes fell on the box, and she didn't speak.

"I heard that there was an accident on the train, which caused some casualties. The police checked the identities of the victims through the passenger list, and also found the company's phone number."

Oni Wu Tsuji's tone was very flat, as if he was just talking about tonight's dishes.

A few days ago, they received a letter from Inosuke, saying that he had completed the entrance examination, and that he could come over to reunite with them after sorting out the trivial matters.

But no one thought that such an accident would happen to Inosuke's train when they were supposed to be reunited after months of absence.

Guiwu Tsuji said: "It was the secretary who answered the phone. After I found out, I went to the police station to get the relic after sunset."

It is said to be a "relic", but it is actually just a piece of rag.

When the accident happened, the train was passing by the edge of the cliff, and the violent shock caused the door to crack. Someone saw a teenager fall out of the gap, leaving only a rag of clothes hanging on the edge of the gap.

Later, when the police checked the casualties, they picked up the rag from the corner of the carriage.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi could only see the hair top of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, her slender figure and the hand stretched towards the "relic".

I don't know if it was the result of eating mermaid meat or her long-term eating habits.It was only at this time that Gui Wu Tsuji realized that the back of her hand was very pale, so thin that it could almost be called bony.

Babaichuni opened the box without saying a word, and saw a small piece of cloth stained with blood.Gui Wu Tsuji thought she would cry, but when he knelt down on one knee on the wooden floor and reached out to touch the face of Babaichuni, he found that there was nothing on it.

There were no tears or sadness, just calm, empty eyes, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

Holding the cheek of the eight hundred bhikkhuni in his hand, Guiwu Tsuji suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

It was clear that she seemed to like this child so much on weekdays, but upon hearing the news of his death, Babaichuni didn't even shed a single tear for him.

Her voice was as calm as her expression: "Where's the corpse?"

"People from the police station are looking for it, and I also sent my subordinates to look for it, but there is a river under the cliff, and the possibility of finding it is still uncertain." Guiwu Tsuji said.

It was rare for him to be willing to do something for her so sincerely—but it seemed that she didn't need it.

The Yabaichuni has always been like this, and it was only at this time that Oniwu Tsuji realized that she had never changed, and the so-called "particularly partial to Inosuke's child" was just a superficial gesture.

In fact, she is still the eight hundred bhikkhuni who can't see anything in her eyes or put anything in her heart.

At any time, she maintained an excessive calmness, and she looked on at everything around her with cold eyes. At most, she could only say a few words of emotion—and that was all.

Regardless of whether it was Inosuke or Lei who died, or even Onimai Tsuji Muchan himself, the expression of Yabaichuni would probably be as indifferent as it is now.

This point is already very clear to Ghost Dance Tsuji.

As early as when he was driven to a dead end by Ji Guoyuan, leaving only a twisted and hideous piece of meat, he saw the true face of the eight hundred bhikkhuni.

Even if she did save him at that time, if he died like this at that time, the eight hundred bhikkuni would only watch him disappear, or when he heard the people from the ghost killing team mention it, he would faintly agree One voice: "So that's how it is."

【Eight hundred bhikkhunis don't really care about anything at all. 】

Such a thought suddenly appeared in Guiwu Tsuji's heart.

He stared closely at her face, his red plum-colored pupils erected thinly, and there were lines like bloodshot cracks in the pupils.

"Aren't you sad?" he asked softly.

"What's so sad?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said softly, raising her eyes: "Humans are all going to die."

It has been a long time since I heard this sentence last time, but such memories are not a good past, Guiwu Tsuji's eyes darkened, and his brows frowned slightly.

As if he didn't notice the change in his expression, and didn't understand the reason for the change in his expression, the eight hundred bhikkhuni still didn't move at all.

Her quiet appearance made Guiwu Tsuji even more displeased, and inexplicable irritability came to her heart - in fact, Guiwu Tsuji was prepared to comfort her.

This kind of statement seems a bit unbelievable, but when he rushed to the police station after the sun went down, and heard the police/police tell him the cause and effect of the accident, and comforted him with condolences, Guiwu Tsuji had a lot of thoughts in his heart. The bhikkhuni looked like she was in tears.

【Very poor. 】

It can make people... feel pity from the bottom of their hearts.

But Guiwu Tsuji Wumi is not a character who is good at comforting others, and he doesn't know what is tactful and subtle. He will just throw the cruel result in front of her, and then kneel down on one knee in front of her self-righteously, using his own Think [comfort] treat her, want her to lean on something when she cries.

But Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni didn't cry, and she didn't even say a word of extraneous words.

After inquiring about the cause and effect of the matter, and after understanding what happened, she only said lightly——

[Humans will all die. 】

And this is exactly the past that Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou doesn't want to think about.

It seems to be mocking him in the past, reminding him that Guiwu Tsuji was once just an ordinary human being who might die at any time.

It is impossible to get rid of the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death, and it is also difficult to stop the death that befalls on oneself.

Oni Wu Tsuji couldn't accept such ridicule.

He grabbed Babaichuni's neck and pressed her to the ground. Babaichuni's hair was messily spread on the wooden floor, and her expression was still calm.

She didn't look at him, but let her gaze fall on a certain point in the air, seemingly numb and dismissive.