I live longer than the incomparable

Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi just sat on the bedding like this, his life was thin like a mist that was about to disperse.

He looked at the girl kneeling beside him and saw her put the saucer on the low table.

The laughter he heard just now was light and short, but when he really moved his red plum-colored eyes towards her, the laughter had been completely subdued.

Silence spread between them, but the sound of burning charcoal was heard in the room, which was particularly obvious in the quiet space, just as the strength and vitality of Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi were constantly losing.

Suddenly he felt frightened—almost frightened, even.

At the moment when you have nothing, simply longing for those things you never had, at most it will only make people's desire/desire for those things stronger.

But if you once had a lot, but in the end you have nothing, it will be difficult for people to face the vacancies left after being suddenly taken away from everything.

Onimai Tsuji's eyes were wide open, and the pupils of the red plum-colored pupils were constricted, but the shape of the pupils returned to the extremely ordinary appearance of ordinary human beings.

The courtyard outside the imperial curtain is welcoming the warm current, and the wisteria flowers are hanging down from the branches, and they fall into her arms when the gentle wind blows by, but because of their own weight, they cannot hold them in her arms. stay in my arms for a long time.

Such a scene was completely covered by the thick imperial curtain, and neither of the two sitting quietly in the room saw this falling scene.

Oni Wu Tsuji Muchan's long and slender fingers grasped his quilt tightly, his strength was so great that it seemed as if he could see the white bones from under his knuckles.

The medicine bowl placed on the low table, the hot air rising from the mouth of the bowl will gradually fade over time even in a warm room.

I don't know how long it took, but Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan still spoke.

"It's funny," his voice seemed to be trembling, and it was full of emotions that were too strong but he didn't know how to vent.

"This is what I look like now," as if laughing at himself, he actually laughed lowly, with his arched body, and his thin back protruding from under the white underwear.

"Sickness is rife, and time is short."

The thin lips are almost bloodless, and coupled with the never showing half a healthy face, it seems that they are about to step into hell at any time.

He slightly turned his face to the side, and the face of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was reflected in his pupils—that face was beautiful and calm anyway.

Oni Wu Tsuji said to her, "Laugh, and smile more."

As if giving up on himself, Oni Wu Tsuji even laughed to himself, intermittently, constantly disturbed by his physical condition, which was unable to bear such changes when his emotions changed.

His smile was full of sadness.

But the eight hundred bhikkhuni still didn't speak, as if he didn't care about everything, sat quietly beside him, watching him laughing and coughing, what overflowed was not only laughter, but also those scarlet, rotten Blood like festering.

Those viscous liquids flowed out from Onimui Tsuji's fingers, flowed down his wrists into his sleeves, leaving scarlet cracks on his pale skin, as if the flesh had been cut open and seeped out.

As if he had finally given up on her appearance, he stopped looking at Babaichuni, with his head half-drowned, his palms falling on the quilt as if he lost his strength, the mottled black and red stained his bedding, under the warmth of the charcoal fire. In the room, a weird rusty smell began to permeate the whole room.

His long black hair, curled like seaweed, was tied up vainly, but when he coughed, it scattered to his side with the vibration of his body.When he hung his head halfway, his long black curly hair almost covered his face.

The voice from the curly black hair asked Babaichuni: "Is this the ending you want?"

The eight hundred bhikkhuni probably wanted to speak, but before she could speak, she was preempted by Guiwu Tsuji.

He also had too many things to say at this time, and too many questions to ask her. He thought that after so many years, he had worked hard to change a lot, and because of this, he would be closer to Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, but...

Maybe it was wrong from the beginning.

Does Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni really need his change?

Such a question, the answer he came up with under his own thinking, suddenly made Gui Wu Tsuji feel cold all over.

He has never seen Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni clearly, and has never... been truly trusted by her.

Realizing this is entirely because at that time, everything Dazai Osamu had known for a long time was strange to Onimai Tsuji Mumi, who had never even half perceived it.

He didn't think it was the eight hundred monks who told him, but it was precisely because of this that Guiwu Tsuji felt that he would never be able to get close to the heart of the eight hundred monks.

He was always in a distant place, looking at that illusory figure from afar.

Even though the eight hundred bhikkhunis had been lying beside him for countless nights, they had smiled at him countless days.

"Do you feel bad?" Eight Hundred Bhikkuni finally spoke, and she asked softly: "Everything has started all over again, and everything has not happened yet. In such a time..."

"Just like ordinary people, spend the rest of your life peacefully." Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni asked him, "Do you think it's not good?"

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi didn't speak, and he didn't raise his face, he just maintained his original posture, but from his thin figure, it seemed that he couldn't see or feel any vitality.

The spring outside the imperial curtain is still eroding the entire capital of Ping'an. When the temperature in Beijing is warming up, various festivals are often about to begin.

But all of this has nothing to do with Onimai Tsuji, because he can neither participate nor go out.

During his time as a human being, the space for Onimai Tsujimousai to move about, even when he was in his best physical condition, was limited to the courtyard.

The Ubuyashiki family loves wisteria flowers more than cherry blossoms, so there are many such plants planted in the gardens of the mansion.

Many years after he became a ghost, when he came to the building that was almost exactly the same as the current Ubuyashiki mansion again, he suddenly remembered that he had stood in the courtyard like this many years ago.

The moonlight fell softly on his coat, and the courtyard was so silent that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

What beats in his chest is a human heart that is not strong at all, which symbolizes that he is still alive.

"I went to see him," Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said softly the name of that person: "Abe Seimei."

The moment he heard the name, Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi seemed to come alive again, he suddenly raised his face, his red plum-colored eyes were filled with almost panic-like emotions.

Oni Wu Tsuji has always known that this name holds an extraordinary place in her heart, even in Heian capital many years ago, there were rumors about them.

Abe Seimei, who has never been involved with any woman in Beijing, the only exception in front of him is Yabaichuni.

No matter how long Onimai Tsuji lived with her, it couldn't cover up half of the traces left by Abe Seimei.

He has always been clear-in the mind of the eight hundred monks, the status of Onimai Tsuji is not as good as that of Abe Seimei.

At that time, his only consolation was that Abe Seimei was dead.

No matter how famous a great Onmyouji he was when he was alive, and how much he was praised in Kyoto at that time, he is still only a human being, and human beings will meet their own ending.

death.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi can't vent his anger on the dead, so as long as such grudges are not brought up deliberately, it seems to be as if they don't exist.

However, everything is different now, because now is when Abe Seimei is still alive.

And the Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis have already met him.

"So?" Gui Wu Tsuji found out at this time that the originally too violent emotions surged up crazily and all gathered in people's minds, and the voice when speaking would become so calm instead.

So calm it wasn't even like him.It was like the usual tone used by eight hundred bhikkhunis.

"Come and inform me one last time, you have finally met the person you want to see the most, and you can live a life..." He paused, as if unable to utter a complete sentence, so he needed a short break before he could finish the sentence : "The most desired life."

It was clearly just a fluffy sentence.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't know what was going on, as if his neck was suddenly strangled by someone, so that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

Even the voice of the eight hundred bhikkhuni seemed to be covered with a thick layer of fog.

She said, "Is that what you thought?"

Her tone seemed to be expressing something.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't want to hear such emotions, he was just thinking, if he just wanted to laugh at him again in the end, or come to show off his current pride in front of him, then the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni had indeed succeeded.

He had never been more miserable, more powerless than now.

Even the thought of questioning her disappeared.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi just wondered when she would leave.

However, as soon as such thoughts arose in his heart, they were suppressed by Gui Wu Tsuji. He probably didn't want to think about this kind of problem. I really have never experienced anything, but I am not as good as myself when I was a human being.

But on the back of his hand, there was a soft and white hand.

Unlike Guiwu Tsuji's emaciated, that hand had the warmth that an ordinary person should have, the soft skin was in contact with his fingers, and the scarlet blood that overflowed in his palm was also wiped out because it hadn't completely dried up. Her skin is stained.

He was stunned suddenly, and when he raised his face, he saw the eyes of the eight hundred bhikkhunis staring at him, and those eyes seemed to be soaked with the warmth of spring.

——*——

Yabaichuni woke up earlier than Onimai Tsuji Musai - in the maid's quarters of the Miyayashiki family.

[Book] is a legendary treasure that can change not only the present, but even the past.

So the eight hundred bhikkuni used up half of the book in her hands, and started writing the content after meeting Kiwu Tsuji, and she didn't finish writing it until the day he returned to the apartment, so that the above things, all turned into reality.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who did not eat mermaid meat met Wu Mi, who was still giving birth to Yashiki Mu Mi.

Those who are weak and disease-ridden...the obstetrician is miserably.

Of course, she can also modify the book so that Miyashiki Mumi no longer suffers from the disease, but such a change...doesn't make any sense.

For many years, Onimai Tsuji has been evading. He lived by this principle for many, many years, from the Heian period to the Warring States period, and then from the Taisho period to the Heisei period.

Ghost Dance Tsuji Mucan has been evading all the time.

When facing Ji Guoyuan, he was able to split himself into 800 yuan and try to escape. Even if Ji Guoyuan chopped more than 500 of them into pieces, he still survived for many years with the remaining pieces of meat.

Even the scars left by Ji Guoyuanyi's He knife have been burning his body for hundreds of years.

However, after many years, Onimai Tsuji faced Tanjiro Kamado, who was also using the breath of the sun. When his body could not recover due to rapid aging, he wanted to escape again.

—Even this time, he failed.

But he still didn't really die, because the eight hundred bhikkhunis shared the death that befell him.So many years after he opened his eyes again, he was able to subconsciously have the idea of ​​escaping when he encountered another crisis.

Even though he was going to run with the eight hundred bhikunis this time.

It’s not that such an approach is bad, it’s just that this is not so much the best solution that Onimai Tsuji could think of, it’s better to say that it’s his subconscious thoughts, which are deeply engraved into his flesh and blood. , Inescapable defects and shadows.

So no matter what kind of problem he encountered, he would subconsciously have such an idea.

Even in the headquarters of the Ghost Slayer Squad back then, his initial plan included [bringing back the eight hundred bhikkhuni).But when he felt that he was going to die under Kamado Tanjiro's katana, he had such a short time that he even forgot about this goal.

Therefore, Yabaichuni kept the most authentic appearance of each other as much as possible, and under such circumstances, he met him again at the Ubuyashiki's house.

At this time, the reason why the eight hundred monks did not eat the mermaid meat was also very simple, because before the storm came, she said goodbye to her father.

Before leaving the small fishing village, Babaichuni told the people in the village that he had a strange dream. He dreamed that they would be forced to go to sea because of the violent storm that lasted too long. Bring back a weird fish whose meat will put everyone to sleep.

When she said this, everyone would just treat it as an ordinary dream, but if the reality really develops according to what she said, then the choices they will make will be different.

After saying goodbye to the small fishing village, she found the mansion of the Ubayashiki family and became the maid of the Ubayashiki family.

This is the revision made by the eight hundred bhikkuni in the [book].

After she woke up from the obstetric house Shiki's house, the eight hundred bhikkhuni went to ask the steward for a half-day leave—she went to see Seimei.

The distance between the Ubuyashiki family and Seimei's Tsuchimikado-dori Road is not too far, so even walking didn't take too long. Standing at the gate of the mansion, she looked through the open gate and saw the Plants growing in disorder.

Everything was as if she had seen the dream countless times.

But Seimei at this time actually didn't know her—the Eight Hundred Bhikkuni who hadn't eaten mermaid meat naturally had no possibility of seeing Seimei who had just started practicing Yin Yang because he went to see his master Ka Mo Tadayuki.

The spring is getting stronger, and the clear courtyard is full of the light fragrance of white plums, as if there is a touch of sweetness in the air.

The young man sitting on the veranda didn't wear court clothes, but a white safari. His posture was extremely casual, and he didn't have the so-called [Great Onmyoji]'s proper demeanor.

Eight Hundred Bhikkuni took a deep breath, as if he had made some important decision, and stepped into his courtyard.

When she met Seimei's gaze across the courtyard, she also saw the smile on his lips.

On that beautiful face like a woman's, the bright red lips were slightly pursed, the arc was so small, but it was enough to tell that he was in a good mood at the moment.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni walked a few steps, stood in the courtyard and called out his name: "Lord Qingming."

Abe Seimei, who was sitting on the veranda, did not deliberately change his posture. He still had a smile on his face, and said to Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni: "Please come up."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni shook his head lightly: "I can just stand here."

In fact, the moment she spoke, Abe Seimei had already noticed something weird about her.

There is no doubt that the woman standing in front of him is indeed human.But what made him feel weird was that there seemed to be something in her that shouldn't exist.

Abe Seimei was not immediately sure what that thing was, but he could probably guess that it should be something like [name] and [curse].

Seeing that she insisted on standing in the distance, Abe Seimei didn't mention this any more, but ordered his Shikigami honey bug to bring the table, along with the wine and side dishes.

"It was originally prepared for Boya, but he doesn't seem to be able to come today." Abe Seimei smiled and said, "So can you come and have a drink with me?"

Eight hundred bhikkhunis had no reason to refuse.

She lowered her eyelids, walked towards Seimei from the courtyard, stepped onto the verandah, sat across from him and greeted him solemnly.

"You don't have to be so cautious." Abe Seimei said, "Since you can come in, then you are friends."

There have never been many people who can enter Abe Seimei's garden, and even the number in a year will not exceed the number of fingers.

This is not because Abe Seimei has a withdrawn personality and does not like to interact with people, but because an existence like Abe Seimei—such a unique existence—is difficult to have friends who are enough to enter his mansion.

He is good at dealing with any matters when interacting with people, and he never wants to take the initiative to make friends with those people. There are various spells everywhere in his mansion. Even if the door is actually opened, in the eyes of many people, the door is still closed. Closed.

The honey bug in Tang clothes brought out the low table and the wine and dishes. She didn't make a sound in her footsteps, let alone say a word.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni lowered her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the food and wine arranged in front of her.

Mingming thought that he would come to see Qingming no matter what, but when he actually saw Qingming, he suddenly didn't know why he came here.

Abe Seimei finished pouring the wine into the glass, and he put the wine glass in front of Babaichuni, holding the other wine glass with his slender fingers, sipping the wine in the glass.

He didn't ask why the woman in front of him came here, but when pouring himself wine, he suddenly said with emotion: "Before I knew it, I was able to see such a beautiful scenery again..."

Eight hundred bhikkuni was slightly startled, as if he didn't understand what he meant, but when he raised his face, he saw his eyes fall on the courtyard.

There is a cherry tree planted near the wall. It looks like it has been a few years old, but because of the coming of spring, the branches are covered with cherry blossoms.

"Do you like flowers?" Abe Seimei turned around and asked her.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni agreed softly.

So Abe Seimei smiled, and he said, "Why do you like it?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni's thoughts suddenly went blank for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she heard Abe Seimei on the opposite side speak again: "Because flowers can bloom and wither, but the tree that produces flowers, But it will usher in new flowers year after year."

After hearing such words, Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni probably understood what he meant.

"If the tree is regarded as the human world, then the human being is the flower on the tree. Birth, old age, sickness and death are normal conditions without exception, but the tree will not disappear because of the withering of the flower."

When the eight hundred monks were so emotional, Abe Seimei could hear the feeling of relief from her tone.

"If Lord Boya is here, you can hear the flute he is playing right now." Eight hundred bhikuni laughed, raised the wine glass in front of him, and drank the wine in the glass.

The cherry blossoms fall slowly, bringing fine petals to the verandah when the breeze blows by.

"Yeah, what a pity." Abe Seimei also said, "The next time he comes, let him bring Ruan Xian along."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni pursed her lips and smiled while covering her lips with her fingers.Abe Seimei filled her glass again and said to her, "What kind of words do you like?"

Such a question made Eight Hundred Bhikkuni slowly suppress the smile on his face.

Her gaze fell on the cherry tree in the courtyard, her gaze was gentle and focused, as if she was missing and nostalgic for something.

But when she turned around, she said to Abe Seimei: "I like wisteria."

Cherry blossoms are good, but they are also things left in the past.

Just like [Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni] is the only one in this world who ate mermaid meat, and thus obtained a beautiful body that will never age or die, but he does not exist in [this world].

So after this short period of time was over, when Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was about to leave, Abe Seimei asked her: "What's your name?"

Eight hundred bhikkhuni said to him, "My surname is Takahashi."

——*——

In today's world, there is no more [Eight Hundred Bhikkhunis], and there is no [Ghost Dance Tsuji Wumi].

The surname of Yabaichuni when he was a human being was the very common [Takahashi], while Onimai Tsuji Musai's surname when he was a human was [Ubuyashiki].

When Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's hand was covering the back of his hand, Gui Wu Tsuji stared at her blankly for a long time.

After a while, he said, "Why don't you leave?"

When Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi said this, his voice was very soft, and he immediately regretted it after saying it.But such emotions did not appear on his face, but his breathing became disordered because of it.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni reminded: "You haven't finished drinking the medicine yet."

After finishing speaking, Onimai Tsuji Muyan lowered his eyelids - he didn't want to hear such an answer.

"Bring it here." He said softly with his eyelids half down.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to him, but at this time the medicine juice had already cooled down more than half, and there was even some residual warmth left.

She originally thought that Gui Wu Tsuji would get angry with this, and she was even ready to be splashed all over her body.Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi didn't know what the eight hundred bhikkhuni wrote in the [book], and he didn't know - the eight hundred bhikkhuni was actually just an ordinary human being at this time.

But to her surprise, Ghost Wu Tsuji really planned to drink the medicine quietly.

Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi's thoughts at this time are actually very simple - he will probably leave after drinking the [-] bhikkhuni.

Seeing his own face from the pitch-black concoction, Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi didn't know whether he should drink this bowl of medicine or not.But during his brief entanglement, a hand reached out from his side and took the medicine bowl in his hand.

He turned his face to look at the eight hundred bhikkhuni, and heard her say to him: "The medicine is cold, I'll warm it up."

After she finished speaking, she put the medicine bowl back on the saucer, got up and went out the door with the saucer in hand before Kiwu Tsuji could respond.

Different from the almost depressive dullness in the room of Oni Wu Tsuji, there was a wind blowing in the courtyard, which carried the wisteria flowers hanging from the branches to other places. Eight hundred bhikkhunis stood at the door of Oni Wu Tsuji's room, looking at the courtyard. The wisteria flower was silent for a moment.

When she went to the kitchen with the medicine bowl, the maid in the kitchen showed an impatient look - this is actually quite normal, after all, the young master of the Miyayashiki family is always like this, obviously drinking it while it is hot can save a lot of trouble , but he wants to add trouble to others.

In the beginning, some people will indeed understand sympathy, but after a long time, after patience is worn out, all that remains is irritability.

"Go by yourself," the servant in the kitchen said to her, "You are really patient, even the kind of young master Wu Mi..."

When the servant said this, someone next to her touched her arm and hinted with her eyes that she should stop talking.She fell silent, and her eyes fell on the calm face of Babaichuni.Seeing that she didn't respond, they walked away together.

The eight hundred bhikkuni had no desire/desire to chat with them, and only continued to pour the concoction back into the bowl after boiling it again, and served it to Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi again.

But when she entered the door again with the saucer, what she saw was the quilt covered with the blood stained by him coughing up, with her back to Gui Wu Tsuji who seemed to have fallen asleep.

She put the saucer on the low table and sat down beside Onimai Tsuji.

"I'm back." Eight Hundred Bikuni said softly.

The person lying in the bedding was motionless, without any reaction, as if he was really asleep.

But the eight hundred bhikkhuni knew that he must not be asleep at this time - because Gui Wu Tsuji Wumai, it is impossible to fall asleep peacefully under such circumstances.

He was just escaping, because he didn't have the power he used to have, so he could only use this method - like a child who is at odds.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni couldn't help laughing.

Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi's body seemed to move, but he still didn't turn around, nor did he speak.

Just as he was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt someone pressing against his back.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni did not get into his bedding, but was stuck behind him through the quilt, stretched out his arms to hug him, and reminded in his ear: "If it's cold again, I still have to warm it up later. , as you know, the more you heat it up, the more bitter it will taste."

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, the eight hundred bhikkhuni heard him say: "Then don't drink."

Such an answer made Babaichuni really dumbfounded, she pressed her face closer, and said to him as if threatening: "Do you want me to pour it down for you?"

Hearing this, Onimai Tsuji's forehead suddenly bulged with blue veins.

He no longer lay down, but lifted his quilt and was sat up, panting and staring at the eight hundred bhikkhuni, he said, "What are you doing?"

The eight hundred bhikkhuni also got up from the bedding, she looked at Onimai Tsuji and said, "I'm just doing what I should do."

"You know I'm not talking about this!" Kiwu Tsuji finally couldn't maintain a calm appearance, even if his anger was exchanged, it would always be torture to himself.

Once his emotions get a little excited, his body will be unable to bear such emotional changes, as if he wants to cough up all his internal organs, he tightly clutches the quilt under his hand.

When he sensed that the breath of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was getting closer, Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan grabbed her neck.

【Anyway, she will continue to be resurrected...】

But Gui Wu Tsuji Mumi didn't even have the strength to press her down - neither did his fingers.

"Do you want to kill me?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni held his slender wrist and said to him, "Do you... hate me?"

Ghost Mai Tsuji said yes.

"You shouldn't appear in front of me again," he said.

In this case, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi will not become what it is now.

When she said this, those red plum-colored eyes were still staring at her, and what was flowing inside was obviously not the hatred for Bhikkuni Babai.

Compared with hating her, Oni Wu Tsuji has another feeling for her that is more profound.

If you really hated someone, hated to the point where you never wanted to see her again, you wouldn't show her that look, look at her with that look.

It's as if... the look in her eyes that wants to engrave her firmly in my heart and cherish her.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni leaned close to Kimai Tsuji, and planted a soft kiss on his eyelids.

"Would you like to hear my thoughts?" She said to Guiwu Tsuji like this: "Listen to why I held your outstretched hand in the first place, listen to why I gave you my flesh, listen to why I Take the death that befell you..."

"Listen to why I have to sit in front of you again now."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni held his hand, and Guiwu Tsuji's fingers that were originally holding her neck loosened. She put her face in his palm and said to him: "Go to see Seimei-sama. Suddenly, I realized something."

In fact, she had already understood this when she stepped into the Qingming courtyard and saw the very familiar figure sitting on the veranda from a distance.

To her, Seimei is a friend, a confidant, and the only person who can understand her.

But Ghost Dance Tsuji has no misfortune...

The Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni called his name and said to him: "You are selfish, cowardly, cruel, and arrogant... There is no place like Qingming."

Hearing such words, Wu Mi's face was extremely ugly.

Although I also know that I probably didn't leave a good impression on others, but being so straightforwardly explained, especially being used to compare with another man, Onimai Tsuji couldn't accept it.

But before he got angry, he heard the [-]-year-old bhikkhuni say: "But he is the one I love."

She sighed, as if she had finally let go of the burden of many years, and said to him: "I used to think that the most important person in my heart should be Qingming, but then I realized that true love Those who have lost their lives are often hidden in the deepest part of their hearts."

But in the bottom of her heart, in a place deeper than the memories related to Seimei, there is the memory that belongs to her and Guiwu Tsuji.

Nightmare cannot create dreams, he just allows people to see the deepest things in their hearts, whether it is beauty or fear.

So at that time, the past about Gui Wu Tsuji in the dream of the eight hundred bhikkhunis was actually the past that happened in reality.

It's just that the eight hundred bhikkhuni temporarily stored them in the bottom of their hearts, waiting for the day when they would be awakened again.

And the reason why the [-]-year-old monk went to see Abe Seimei was only to get rid of the things that trapped him.

She let go of the obsessions in her heart, calmly accepted the life she really longed for now, said goodbye to everything in the past, and then she will usher in a brand new life.

"I didn't eat mermaid meat," she said, moving Onimai Tsuji's hand to her neck, "so if you kill me this time, then I will really die."

Oni Wu Tsuji was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked him again.

For such a question, Guiwu Tsuji looked away unconsciously, and said with a sneer, "Didn't you always want to die? Isn't this just what you want?"

"No," Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni retorted him, saying to him, "I want to live now, I want to live with you, I want to live... the normal life I've always longed for. "

This is Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, and it was the first time that he was so frank in front of him.

And she did indeed tell Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi all the thoughts in her heart.Including what she was thinking in those past times.

The consequence of talking so much was that when Oni Wu Tsuji's mood calmed down, the medicine juice in the medicine bowl became cold again.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni picked up the medicine bowl and said to Guiwu Tsuji: "This is the last time."

Oni Wu Tsuji Wu Canben wanted to say what right do you have to say such words to me, but before he could speak, he was swallowed when he caught the sight of Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni.

"Hmm." He replied in a low voice.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni touched his face, and when he raised his face, he kissed him warmly, and said to him: "A new doctor will be invited soon, no problem."

And who this doctor is, even if they don't say it, both of them know it.

"Do you know what to do?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni asked him.

No matter what medicine the doctor prescribes for him, he only needs to accept the treatment quietly.

This is probably... the real happiness.