God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"Please sit with me."

Jing Mo stretched out his hand, and on the main seat was a long table that could accommodate three or four people. On the red lacquered table were drinks and five light side dishes, and six tables of the same style but slightly smaller were arranged sequentially on both sides. Candlelight is dimly reflected on the shoji gate painted with goldfish, and the side leading to the courtyard is open, and you can see the stone lanterns and dry landscape in the courtyard.

"Owner."

Candlestick Qie called softly, and Hasebe beside him looked very ugly, but he didn't speak, which was very in line with the identity of the old man he played.

"It's okay, we are..." Jing Mo looked at Yao Lang beside him, and smiled softly, "People of the same path."

The proprietress of Yangwu has already prepared a banquet to entertain these unfamiliar faces. Her spies have received the news from these people entering the gate of Yoshiwara. A pauper with a copper coin, but a stranger who came here for the first time with some identities.

The type that can easily develop into a big spender.

There are several Yang houses with the same idea as hers, but she can say unceremoniously that they will choose her own place in the end-if they are really as luxurious as they appear.

The thing that caught her off guard was that the young master among the visitors—let’s call him that—actually became interested in a drug seller at the gate, and even invited him to come in with him. There were not enough seats in this arrangement.

Moreover, even if the drug seller is indeed special, sitting at the same table would still be demeaning...

Although she kept slandering her, but when she really met the customer face to face, the proprietress fell on the floor and couldn't say a word.

"Look at the arrangement." The voice above the head was gentle and unquestionable, "You don't need to guess my identity, as long as you show your hospitality."

"Yes." The proprietress stepped back on her knees, not daring to raise her head. There was a slight rubbing sound of her clothes on the mat, and then a heavy object fell on her hand with the sound of the wind. It was a leather bag the size of clasped hands. The golden light almost hurts the eyes.

"Bring your best."

Another person's voice sounded, and there was a little unrecognizable coldness.

"This is for you adults."

It wasn't until the sliding door was closed that the proprietress let out a sigh of relief. She poked her hand and found that her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. While re-preparing the banquet and drinks, I was thinking about how to arrange the next program.

"Why did Yaolang come here?"

The wine on the table had already been poured, but Jing Mo glanced at it, and didn't intend to raise his glass, but just asked the medicine seller who was sitting upright with the cage beside him.

"Come here to kill monsters," the drug seller slowly looked around at the fusangshen in the room, "but I can't see why you are here."

"Oh? Hahaha, we only set foot here to serve the lord," San Riyue closed the folding fan in her hand, and looked at the person with exaggerated lines painted on her face openly, "What can I teach you? "

"No, I'm just an ordinary drug seller, and I have nothing to preach to you warriors." The drug seller withdrew his gaze and stared at the god-inspector who he couldn't see through. He spoke more slowly and softly than ordinary people, and his words were as The interval between the words is very long, but it doesn't make people impatient, but they can't help but hold their breath to listen to his next words.

He waited for a while until the irregular light rattling in the cage ended before continuing: "I dare not sit with you all, please allow me to step down."

"Meeting is destiny, please don't leave in a hurry," the examiner calmly accepted the other party's observation, "We are also here for the first time, and we are very interested in the monster you mentioned. Could you explain it to me?"

"A monster is something that should not exist in the world."

"You mean youkai?" Tsurumaru twirled the wine cup with his fingertips as if he was playing, but not a single drop of wine flew out of the small vermilion cup.

"Monsters are unconscious and formless things, while humans have bodies and emotions," the drug seller stretched out his slender fingers, dipped a little wine in the cup and wrote two words on the long table, "anger, Hatred, greed... When human emotions attract monsters, and when the two become one, monsters are born."

Fingernails dyed vine purple lightly painted on the vermilion lacquer, leaving handwriting that gradually disappeared.

"Monsters and people's hearts are indispensable."

"So, what's in your box?" Owaki Zaisa focused most of his attention on the tall box, and with a chopstick between his fingers, he lowered his eyes slightly and asked, "Sounds very familiar—it's a sword. The sound of wanting to get out of the sheath but being blocked."

"Oh? Your hearing is very keen, that's right."

The drawer of the cage on the side was suddenly opened, and a dagger that was more than a foot long flew out from it, blocking Yao Lang.

The scabbard is decorated with red and green gemstones, the blade looks like a red-faced white-haired ghost, and the bell on the hilt jingles as it moves.

"Oh?" Owaki Hasa, who had already lowered his body and assumed an attacking posture at some point, asked in surprise, "Why didn't you leave the sheath, are you shy?"

"Qingjiang," the judge smiled and shook his head, "come and sit with me."

"...Okay, okay." Smiling Qingjiang put down his chopsticks with a sigh, went to sit diagonally behind the God Judge, and knelt down. After seeing Jing Mo's eyes, he changed from being kind to sitting cross-legged beside him.

"Spells and ordinary swords have no effect on monsters." The drug seller stretched out his palm, and the dagger obediently returned to his palm, allowing the fingers to smooth his white hair. "This is for killing monsters." However, to pull out the demon sword, it requires the gathering of the monster's 'shape', 'truth', and 'reason'..."

"I have seen the 'shape' of everyone," Yao Lang held his sword in front of him, "but it is difficult to judge the 'truth' and 'reason', can you please help me—"

"How about one by one?"

"Hahaha, do you think we are all so-called monsters?" Sanriyue laughed, hiding a sly gleam in Xianyue's eyes, "That's right, getting a body through human emotions and hearts is the 'form' ’, so what do 'truth' and 'reason' represent?"

"'Truth' is the cause of this matter," Yao Lang didn't mean to refuse, but just explained one by one, as if he had said these words thousands of times, "'Reason' is the appearance of the human heart, what kind of person is it?" , how to become like this, and what you want to do—this is form, truth, and reason.”

"It does sound similar to us," Xiaohumaru continued after looking at Jingmo, "but it's not exactly the same. At least, Xiaohu was not awakened by emotions such as anger or hatred."

——Although it is not love, why and who am I awakened?

The big fox shook his ears, and quickly forgot about this little doubt.

"We were born to fight against non-human beings," Tsurumaru snapped his fingers, put the wine glass back on the table and put it on the table, stretched his waist and said, "Protecting human beings, this is our 'truth'. "

The ghost mouth on the Exorcism Sword opened and closed a few times, and finally closed with a click.

"As for the 'reason'..." San Riyue covered her face with a fan and smiled, "I have to ask our lord about the appearance of the human heart. Our hearts are all in his place."

He also winked at the inquisitor who looked over, and smiled meaningfully.

The inquisitor, who was listening quietly, could only laugh helplessly. If he could really tell what his heart looked like, he wouldn't even be so difficult to determine his own affairs, and would have to rely on external things for help.

The Exorcism Sword clicked again, Yaolang moved his lips lightly, as if talking to it, and after a while he let the Exorcism Sword slip into his sleeve.

"We are just passers-by here," the judge waited quietly for Yaolang to look over before he said, "There was no reason for this place in the first place, and there will be no result for this place in the future. It's just to bring back the track that went in the wrong direction and strayed into it." , you and I are both fellow-men in maintaining order."

He looked at the sky outside, the dark clouds were still hanging over the city that never sleeps, he didn't know what was hidden in it.

"Moreover, it must be meaningful to meet here."

"A brief encounter..."

The drug seller looked at the night sky with him, sighed softly, and stopped pursuing the source of these existences.

"Then these few days, please don't hesitate to enlighten me." There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and the sound of moving heavy objects next door, and the god judge chuckled and arranged the itinerary for the next few days.

Yao Lang glanced at him quietly and did not raise any objection.

"--excuse me."

The waiter in Yangwu swiftly added a long table to this room, put away the untouched food and drinks on the table, and re-arranged more abundant food. The hustle and bustle next door gradually calmed down. Pushing away, the proprietress leaned on the outside of the corridor and introduced them to the Jiruri repertoire that will be performed next and the famous singing Taifu.

Smiling Qingjiang failed to see the sword unsheathed as he wished, so he didn't bother to go back to his seat at this time, anyway, the drinks were scarce and the food was not tasty, so he simply pretended to serve the God Judge personally, with a serious face Feed white radish to the god judge.

Jing Mo glanced at him connivingly, and took all the food that was brought to his mouth—even if it was all vegetarian dishes, he didn't look reluctant at all.

Yakuro rested his jaw on his hands and watched them feed each other with interest, seeming to find this scene more interesting than the Joruri on stage.

...Why did the position change again? What is the identity of this person?

The puzzled proprietress took a sneak peek from the corner of her eye, and then immediately looked at her nose, nose, nose, and heart, remembering that she could feel the oppressive atmosphere in this room even after being far away, just like the quiet moment before Rolling Thunder. It was palpitating, and she didn't dare to approach it at all, but suddenly that feeling dissipated.

This is the first time I have seen such serious people in Yoshiwara. If you have something to discuss in detail, why not go to the tea house, which is more secluded and secretive. If you don’t get lively in Yoshiwara, can you still be Yoshihara?

The proprietress deliberately emphasized the introduction of the singer. This singer who was once praised by the big figures in the shogunate is the only one she can invite here. Of course, the appearance fee is expensive, but anyone who comes to Yoshiwara can be invited. He takes pride in acting.

However, to her disappointment, the guests just listened casually, and no one showed much interest.

...Is it because the country people don't understand?Still not surprised by this level.

The proprietress's inner activities are so rich that she almost overflows her face. For the sake of gold, she invited the famous Fujihime to come over. If she is rejected because she doesn't appreciate the level, it will inevitably make this business not enough. Perfect.

While she was thinking wildly, several people passed by her lightly, and entered the room before she could react.

"what happened?"

The proprietress saw her people looking in this direction from the corridor, she moved quickly and asked in a low voice.

"They said they were the attendants of the guests here, and they brought the wine themselves," the man said while looking in. "Everyone is walking very fast, and there is no way to stop them."

Entering the door were two boys holding boxes and four attendants holding wine jars. The boys took out the jug and wine glasses from the box, and the attendants poured the wine into the jug quietly, and the boys served the wine at the right temperature. to the table.

"Guangzhong?" The judge knocked on the table with his cup, reminding himself of Fusangshen.

Candlestick Chee, who had been absent-minded since hearing Xingzheng's words, suddenly came back to his senses, and saw a boy with a familiar aura standing in front of him, waiting for him to put down the wine glass in his hand—the wine brought up by Yangwu had been taken by his palm It's getting a little hot.

He handed over the wine glass to the shikigami-changing boy to take it away—now he knew where the horse came from—and replaced it with the wine he often drank in Itomaru, and the familiar taste entered his mouth, which calmed Taidao a little.

I seem to have been surrounded by the retrograde army, my red eyes are so conspicuous in the dark, a human hand has left me - when is this memory fragment?

The encounter with the god judge was on the battlefield, and the first time I saw him was at the temporary command office of the political affairs, so it is normal to have such confusion occasionally, don't pay attention to those, because it is not handsome enough to be limited by memories that are not true or false.

Taidao closed his eyes, drank the wine in the glass, and then went to listen to Jing Ruri on the stage. When Mr. Tsuru said that the puppet looked a bit like Hojo Sada, it was ugly as hell.

Hasebe said very seriously that this was clearly talking about Minamoto Yoshitsune, but when he hadn't met Hojo Sada, he couldn't fully refute Tsurumaru. Hearing the familiar noise, Candlestick Kiri finally felt real, and laughed together. Discuss.

The judge held the wine cup to his lips, with a trace of worry on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned from the candlestick to Xiaohuwan.

The big fox noticed this gaze, and turned his head to look at him with a carefree look on his face. The words "Call me, call me?" were written expectantly in his eyes, which made the judge laugh and signaled He continued to watch the performance ahead.

"Yao Lang, can the appearance of a human heart be seen at a glance only after becoming a monster?"

"If so, it would be too sad."

The demon sword in his sleeve rattled, and the medicine seller looked at the puppet on the stage, his every move was at the mercy of others, whether it was love or hate, he couldn't help himself.

"Everything has a reason, and the reason of the human heart is the same. It will be revealed by itself."

The author has something to say: The story of Candlestick Kiri and Kohomaru is finally about to begin...

They briefly mentioned a point in the chapter where Xiaohuwan appeared, and now it can be finished

What a foreshadowing in the distance... Kneel

Yakuro!my dream man!If you haven't seen it, eat me Amway!I can't write one percent of his charm, Kao Ge's dubbing is amazing~

Thank you Kasib, the little angel who threw the mines and gluttony~ Long time no see~