I live longer than the incomparable

It was noon when the eight hundred bhikkhunis arrived at the Bliss Cult of the World, and the believers who welcomed them into the temple told her that the Patriarch was resting in the room.

It is located in the mountains and forests, and the temple has an extremely simple architectural style. In addition, believers generally wear kimonos, so that it feels like hundreds of years have passed in an instant.

Today's society is in such a wonderful state. In some places, there are already electric lights, trains, telephones and novel style western-style buildings, but in other places, where the population is sparsely populated and the influence of foreign cultures is relatively low There are few places, but it is still the same as the eight hundred bhikkhunis saw a long time ago.

As here.

The more remote and backward the place, the more distinct the traces of "God" will be.

It does not mean that there are gods and Buddhas in this world, but that in the bottom of people's hearts, there is a longing for gods and Buddhas, so they naturally regard certain things as miracles and worship them.

Although it has nothing to do with her, but because of her special experience, there are also shrines dedicated to Yabaichuni in this world.

In the religion called "Eternal Bliss Cult", the one revered by the believers as the patriarch is a young man with pure white oak-colored hair and strange and brilliant iridescent eyes.

Inosuke is no stranger to this place. When he was younger, the atmosphere at home would often become oppressive and heavy due to the strange way of getting along between his father and mother.And at such times, his mother would often take him to "refuge" at Wanshi Bliss Sect.

The adjective "refuge" was also told to him by Uncle Tong Mo.

Compared with Onimai Tsuji, when Inosuke was younger, Tong Mo fulfilled more obligations than he should as a "father".

Uncle Tong Mo, who has beautiful colored eyes, once made Inosuke think that if Uncle Tong Mo was his father, wouldn't his mother be happier than she is now?

This kind of thought even lasted for a long time, and it wasn't until Kimai Tsuji had a whim and began to play the role of "loving father", that it was slowly suppressed.

But earlier, when Tong Mo took Inosuke to play games in the courtyard of the temple on a cloudy day without sun, Inosuke asked him brazenly: "Why is Mom always unhappy?"

Uncle Tong Mo with white oak hair squatted in front of him, touched his head and said to him in a loving tone, "Because Dad doesn't love Mom."

Inosuke, who was still young, didn't realize how complicated and deep it was. All he could understand was the sentence itself.Because the father does not love the mother, he will not love her children either.

Thinking of this, Inosuke became slumped. The child who was doted on by his mother on weekdays unconsciously became aggrieved. His delicate and cute face was wrinkled, and he looked like he was about to cry at any time.

Tong Mo hugged the little child in front of him, comforted him with a lively and lovely voice, and patted his back lightly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Inosuke doesn't need to be sad at all, because my mother and I will both I love Inosuke~"

He has always been good at listening to other people's troubles, and he is also very good at answering their doubts, and he is even more proficient at comforting others.

The little child poked his head out from his arms, and he saw that Uncle Tong Mo was smiling, and his beautiful rainbow-colored eyes were also smiling.

——Ah, why isn't Uncle Tong Mo a father?

The child who didn't think too much blurted out such words.

"Why~" Tong Mo stared at Inosuke with crooked eyes, and said softly, "Probably because, when I met her, she had already been with other people for a long time."

Inosuke understood what he meant this time, and stared at him for a long while with round eyes full of regret.It seemed to be a pity that Uncle Tong Mo could not become his father because of such a thing.

Seeing his expression like this, Tong Mo still smiled brightly. He passed his hand under Inosuke's armpit and lifted Inosuke up so that the child could stand on a high ground and look at him.

He smiled and raised his face and said to him: "Although she met someone else first, when that person treats her badly, she will still come here to take refuge~ So Inosuke can see me often, and I can also often Playing with Inosuke, if Inosuke wants to treat me as a father, I won't mind at all~"

I'm afraid only a ghost like Tong Mo who is not afraid of death can say such remarks.

It doesn't seem appropriate to say this. Instead of saying "not afraid of death", it is more appropriate to say "I can't feel anything".

It is precisely because they cannot feel their own emotions and fail to produce their own emotions that they imitate the appearance of others and try to cover up this fact with the emotions imitated from others.

No matter what the state of getting along between Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni and Oni Wu Tsuji is, Oni Wu Tsuji will never tolerate anyone who offends his position. This is true of ordinary people, not to mention that Tong Mo is a "ghost" he has personally turned into. ", is his subordinate who can be perceived by him in every word and deed.

So that night, Ghost Dance Tsuji Wuyou came to the Bliss Sect of the World, and specially reprimanded Tong Mo in front of eight hundred bhikkhunis for most of the night.

During the process, Tong Mo's head fell to the ground several times, and the room where the doors and windows were deliberately closed was filled with a strong smell of blood. Eight hundred bhikkhuni frowned as he knocked off Tong Mo's head with an angry face. On the contrary, the ghost who knocked off his head looked more relaxed and happy than her.

The head that fell at her feet was weeping, and said to her, "I am sorry for you", "It is really a sinful thing to offend Mrs. Eight Hundred Bikuni", "It is completely uncontrollable to do this" and other words.

It's as if they really did something behind Onimai Tsuji's back and gave him a brightly colored hat.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni glanced at Tong Mo indifferently, and looked at Guiwu Tsuji Wumi calmly, without any intention of explaining.

There is also a sense of being too lazy to explain, but it is more because he knows that Oni Wu Tsuji can clearly perceive Tong Mo's every move, so there is no need to explain at all.

However, the other party didn't seem to realize this at all, nor did he realize how annoying he was, so he finally picked his head back, and just as he put it back on his neck, he spoke again: "Because Inosuke looked like he was about to cry. , is really too pitiful..."

This is what Tong Mo said most often. The believers who told him the pain every day taught Tong Mo the meaning of "poor"—those who yearn for a world that does not exist and indulge in fictional fairy tales, It is so pitiful.

When he said such words, Yabaichuni refuted him: "Inosuke is not pitiful."

This was the first sentence she uttered after watching the scene where she lost her head in the middle of the night.

"Because Inosuke is my child."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni looked straight into his eyes, turned a blind eye to the bloody smile on his handsome face, and just stated his own opinion.

"But..." Tong Mo seemed to want to say something, but his voice stopped abruptly. The warm liquid splashed on Babai Kuni's body, her fingertips touched her cheek, and her eyes fell on her. On the blood-stained clothes.

Very troublesome.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni frowned.

Although Inosuke was already asleep, the child's nose had always been sensitive, probably because of his extraordinary talent, and he could smell even a slight smell of blood.

Not to mention that all the clothes she brought for a change of clothes were placed in the room where Inosuke slept. As soon as she entered, Inosuke might be awakened.It is not a simple matter to explain to him where the blood on his body comes from.

Oni Wu Tsuji looked at her expression with dark eyes, and disappeared into the room before Tong Mo put his head back together again.

"Eight hundred~" Even though he knew that the other party could know, Tong Mo's address for her changed from "Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni-sama" to "Eight Hundred" as soon as Oni Wu Tsuji left.

He said in an aggrieved tone: "Babai is so heartless, I was beaten off by Master Guiwu Tsuji because I was complaining for you, and as a result, Babai just stood by and watched like this, I am so sad, woooooo..."

Crystal tears flowed from those rainbow-colored eyes when he spoke, and he kept repeating his words in his mouth.Eight hundred bhikkuni was annoyed by the noise, so he picked up his head and pressed it back on his neck.

The ghost of Shangxian has a strong recovery ability, especially Tong Mo is the second among the ghosts of Shangxian, and his strength is even more obvious.To him, getting his head knocked off by Onimai Tsuji is no different from a mild scolding.

After turning his head back, the young man cried and held her hand, and said aggrievedly, "Inosuke really wishes I was the father."

He sighed with pity: "If Lord Onimai Tsuji hadn't insisted on taking you away, we would be a family now~"

Facing this kind of bitter scene of sadomasochism, Bhikkhuni Baba withdrew his hand from his hand expressionlessly: "It doesn't matter what kind of thing it is."

She spoke very plainly, but Tong Mo didn't look shocked, showing an exaggerated expression: "It doesn't matter, Inosuke is so cute, and I have always liked Inosuke."

"It's not just Inosuke, I've always liked Yabai~"

The wounded ghost with an innocent expression on his face fell to the ground in front of eight hundred bhikkhunis just after saying these words.

Ghost Mai Tsuji Muyou, who went back and forth, knocked his head out of the window with a gloomy face, and threw the things in his hand at the eight hundred bhikkuni.

The lump fell on her side, and the eight hundred bhikkhuni looked down—it was a clean suit of clothes.

There was a faint scent of perfume on it.

"Change it."

Mumai Tsuji, who said this, seemed to deliberately avoid the bloodstained place when he threw the clothes at her.

The author has something to say: Tong Mo: I can

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