I live longer than the incomparable

[The Setsubun (Bean-Scattering Festival) episode that has nothing to do with the main text, the time background is probably when Inosuke was about six years old. 】

It had been dark for a long time when Oni Wu Tsuji returned to the annex, and the sky was so dark that it was about to drip ink.

But if you look down from the sky and move your eyes to the ground, you will find that the neon signboards on both sides of the street are radiating their brilliance in various colors, and there are bright lights everywhere.

Guiwu Tsuji suddenly thought of something that happened a long time ago. In the long past, people could only hide at home after nightfall. And afraid of the ghosts and monsters in the darkness that can't even be verified whether they exist or not.

There are rumors about "ghosts" from ancient times to the present.

For a long time before Oni Wu Tsuji became a "ghost", he himself, who is now the original ghost, has been living under such a shadow.

When he was human, he lived in an era when rumors about ghosts were the most rampant.

In that prosperous and beautiful Heianjing, there are not only elegant waka, but also strange rumors.

——The monsters and ghosts that ordinary humans cannot see are also on this land, breathing the same air, and exhaling slowly in the dark shadows.

Even if he is just sitting at home, the source of news is limited to the mouth of the maids and attendants, and there will be those strange things that do not belong to this world flow into his ears.

For example, the former Lieutenant General met a strange woman whose face could not be seen during the night visit, Shao Nayan encountered a monster blocking the way during the night visit, and Shikibu Secretary heard strange voices on the way home from the night visit, etc. Rumors spread throughout the entire city of Ping An every now and then.

At that time, the system of visiting marriages was completely different from today's. Women owned their own mansions, but their husbands would only go to their mansions by ox cart to spend the night after nightfall.

This kind of relationship between husband and wife seems extremely strange nowadays, and indirectly created the most suitable breeding ground for those strange stories.

When thinking of this, Guiwu Tsuji suddenly felt that his current situation was somewhat similar to that time.

He seldom stayed in the annex during the day, and because he couldn't walk in the sun, he usually returned to the annex after nightfall.

This kind of behavior is not daily, but something that he will only think of when he wants to come back on a whim.

It's just...compared to the entanglement of the men who went out to visit their wives at that time when they encountered "ghosts" on the road and drove out at the same time, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi was not moved by it at all.

Because he is now a [ghost], and he is the first ghost, the king of all ghosts.

But now the king of ghosts saw something at the door that made him frown.

The plant hanging slantly by the door is probably a piece of laurel. Even at night, Guiwu Tsuji's superior eyesight is enough for him to see the fresh leaves on the branch—and the leaves that are strung together. The fish head above it exudes a fishy smell.

Oni Wu Tsuji's face immediately became weird, but he just felt that this approach was inexplicable.

He had no idea what day it was, or what it meant.Until the moment he entered the house, he was actually thrown a handful of beans in the face.

"Ghost out!"

The immature child's voice shouted loudly in front of him. The child had bright green eyes, and his eyes were shining.In his hand he held a bowl, which was full.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi could have avoided it, but he hesitated for a moment, causing all the beans to fall on his expensive suit jacket, and a few were caught in the gap between the shirt and the jacket.

Although it is not embarrassing, it has an impact on the image anyway.

But Inosuke, who was the culprit, threw himself into his arms with a smile and called him Dad.

Oni Wu Tsuji looked at the child who was less than his waist height, squinted his eyes but didn't get angry.

He picked up the child, watched him grab another handful of beans, scatter them all over the house, and shouted loudly, "Fu comes in!"

After finishing this process, Inosuke laughed happily, and asked him in a childlike voice while hugging Onimai Tsuji's neck, "Is Dad a [ghost]?"

Fortunately, Inosuke didn't see Onimai Tsuji's eyes at this time. When the word "ghost" came out of Inosuke's mouth, Oniwu Tsuji's pupils stood up in an instant.

Dark red cracks spread along the vertical pupil to the iris, making his eyes look dangerous and coquettish.

"What are you talking about, Inosuke." Onimai Tsuji said in a low voice, and walked a few steps inside with him in his arms.

The child who knew nothing about it still kept smiling, and explained to him quite seriously: "Mom said today is Setsubun, so I want to throw beans to drive away ghosts and bring good luck. Dad came back in time!"

Saying this, Inosuke put the bowl in his arms into his arms, so that Onimai Tsuji could clearly see the beans in the bowl—the soybeans that had been fried.

Oni Wu Tsuji was stunned for a moment, and his eyes changed back to a very ordinary, normal person at the same time.

Seeing a servant walking towards this side, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and his eyes fell on the bowl in Yizhi's assistant: "So who fried the beans?"

Hearing this, Inosuke seemed to suddenly recall something: "Mother fried it herself."

He happily shared the happiness with his father: "The cinnamon and sardines at the door were also strung up by my mother. Because my mother said that cinnamon can hurt the eyes of ghosts and make them blind, so if they smell it The smell of sardines that can scare it, and the ghost will be driven away."

As a living [ghost], after listening to the explanation, Oni Wu Tsuji's eyes dimmed.

He expected that the servants at home would not dare to do such an overstepping thing, even if the servants did not know his true identity.

This makes it even more annoying that the eight hundred bhikkhunis who clearly know that he is the real body of a [ghost], but still hold the so-called bean-scattering ceremony at home.

It had been quite a while since he came back, but he still didn't see the shadow of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

Scanning around the living room, Kiwu Tsuji asked Inosuke in his arms, "Where is mom now?"

Inosuke hugged his bowl with more than half of fried soybeans left and said to him, "It's in the kitchen."

Oni Wutsuji felt subconsciously: "Are you still frying soybeans?"

"No," Inosuke shook his head, "It's making Efang rolls."

Although he has never had a Bean Throwing Festival and rarely pays attention to such things, he has heard of this kind of thing-generally, seven kinds of common vegetables and meat are used as materials, and then rolled into long strips, towards the The location where the god of fortune is located is eaten whole.And never talk while eating.

The reason why there are seven kinds of materials is because there are generally seven lucky gods, so they are often called "Seven Lucky Gods".

Onimai Tsuji raised his eyebrows, put Inosuke in the living room, and went straight to the kitchen, and Inosuke also ran in after him.

The [-]-year-old bhikkhuni had just finished making the Huifang scroll and was taking off her apron. Seeing this, Oni Wu Tsuji walked up behind her, and raised her hand to hold the hand that was stretched behind her neck.

"do not move."

The eight-hundred-year-old bhikkhuni really didn't move, Guiwu Tsuji's fingers deftly untied the slipknot, he handed the apron to the servant, and said to her, "Why do you suddenly want to cook by yourself today?"

Hearing this, Babai Bhikkhuni denied it: "It's not considered cooking, but I suddenly remembered that we haven't celebrated the Bean Throwing Festival in the past few years, so let's start celebrating this year."

Her expression was very natural, even with a smile on the corner of her mouth, not only that, Guiwu Tsuji found that the way she looked at him was also overly meaningful.

——As if deliberately provoking, even waiting for him to get angry.

Realizing this, Oni Wu Tsuji's eyes changed slightly, but he didn't really turn his face on the spot, but maintained that gentle appearance, and helped her take Hui Fang out.

Seeing that there were only a few beans left at the bottom of Inosuke's bowl, Yao Bikkuni took the bowl from him and filled it up again, and the fried beans made a crisp sound when they fell into the bowl.

"Aren't mom and dad coming together?" Inosuke asked them.

It was said that Babaichuni took out an evil ghost mask from nowhere, and waved it in front of Gui Wu Tsuji: "Then let Dad be a ghost."

This kind of proposal made Gui Wu Tsuji want to refuse from the moment she said it, but before he had time to say anything, he was put on a mask by her.

Onimai Tsuji, whose eyesight was suddenly narrowed by the mask, had veins on his forehead bulging, but because he was wearing a mask, Yabaekuni and Inosuke couldn't see it at all.

In fact, he was only a little bit away from turning his face.

But he still held back the strange idea that he shouldn't settle accounts in front of human beings.

So Babaichuni also took a bowl, grabbed a lot of beans with Inosuke, and sprinkled them on the [ghost] played by Oni Wu Tsuji.

——Although in fact, he didn't need to use the word "acting".

Hearing the words "Ogre out, Fukui in!" and the laughter of Yabai Kuni and Inosuke lingering in his ears, Onimai Tsuji felt like a joke at this moment.

But he still held back, and as if giving up on himself, he cooperated with their bean-scattering game, so that fried beans were scattered all over the room.

Before taking off the mask, he deliberately checked his expression, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he took off the ghost mask.

Inosuke went to put the bowl, and Yabaichuni helped him tidy up his clothes. She picked out the fried beans that fell in the folds, and suddenly said, "After you finish spreading the beans, you have to eat one more beans than your own age."

Oni Wu Tsuji looked at her expressionlessly, without the slightest hint of interest between his brows.

Neither Pac-Scatter nor Pac-Eat meant anything to him.

but……

"The smell of stabbing a ghost's eyes and scaring a ghost?" Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou suddenly mentioned this.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni laughed, "It's just a custom."

The thing that can really blind a ghost's eyes should be the sun wheel knife, and the smell that can really scare a ghost should be the smell of wisteria flowers.

Gui Wu Tsuji raised his hand to caress her neck, pressed his fingertips on her throat, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Do you want to eat beans now?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni raised his eyes to look at his scarlet vertical pupils, and put the bean that he had picked up from him just now into his mouth: "I'm afraid it's not enough."

After all, their age is not a number that can be easily counted.

"It doesn't matter," Guiwu Tsuji Wumi slowly lowered his head, his thin red lips opened slightly, and pressed close to her ear: "It will be enough later."