God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The Exorcism Sword does not have a fixed shape, but the broken gold-like light is more dazzling than the flames. The sword-bearer in a golden kimono stands with his eyes down. The heat waves and flowers in the air disappear without a trace, and the huge snake tail quickly melts Turning into white bones, the unsupported Furisode fell from the air, and the joints collided with each other, making a crisp sound like wind chimes.

Taking advantage of the fact that the people around were unable to recover, Jing Mo calmly handed the slightly cracked wine glass behind him, and asked Shikigami to replace it with a new one.

It's been a long time since he couldn't control his strength like this, and he was confused when he cared... This feeling is also very interesting.

There was a soft sigh in the air, and the sword light composed of golden light kept swallowing. Although the monster had only bones left, the person holding the sword didn't seem to want to take it back, but looked up at the still standing there. Hasebe.

"...?"

Owaki Hashi, who paid more attention to the demon-repelling sword than Ao, put his hand on the handle subconsciously, staring at the opponent's movements with some vigilance, trying to judge whether the flash of murderous aura was his own illusion.

"This is the end of today's banquet," the voice of the judge sounded, he stepped forward slowly, patted Hasebe's shoulder, and pushed him to the back with gentle strength, blocking the pair of golden pupils with black background on the opposite side "Although there are twists and turns, it is considered complete."

The other party didn't speak, but just moved his eyes to the center of the house. The broken kimono fragments still had dark fire persistent borders, engulfing the gorgeous patterns and the snake bones wrapped under them inch by inch.

After being cut, this incomplete monster did not disappear immediately like many of its kind, but just like what she said in her heart, it would not go out until it burned itself out.

"Originally, this fire would have happened 50 years ago. Because of obsession, Fusangshen's furisode kimono kept changing owners, so that four girls died of failure of this kimono. The abbot of Honmyoji finally decided to The flame purifies this evil thing," Jing Mo and the sword-bearer watched the burning flame together, and described the original trajectory of history, "The burning sleeves of the kimono will fall on the roof by the wind and burn more than half of them. Edo Castle, which took tens of thousands of lives—but it was stopped by this kind man first, so the kimono was saved from the fate of being burned.”

The historical revisionist felt a tingle in his face. He straightened the white cloth on his face, pretending not to understand the irony, and shrunk deeper into the corner.

"The businessman who wanted to get this kimono committed a bloody murder in the deserted temple because of greed, and the snake female monster entrenched in it unexpectedly resonated with the 'truth' and 'reason' of the furisode kimono, but maybe it was because they were both inhumans After the two different existences are combined into one form, they still maintain their independent obsessions, and even the new Fusangshen is better than the ancient monsters, and can drive the snake woman to act and absorb her power with a dominant position. Power, this...surprises me."

Originally, the snake girl would respond to the desires of the merchants and become a monster in the wilderness who killed passers-by due to possessive desires. The kimono fusangshin who could not move by itself was far away from the human habitation and died due to loss of spiritual power.

This is the second point of disagreement.

"Then...the unexpected encounter between my retainers and them," the judge said very briefly, "the snake girl's possessiveness is destined to destroy the people she wants, and Fusangshen, who moves her sleeves—calls her Obscure Well, it is to prevent the snake girl from explaining her 'reason'."

There is no need for Jing Mo to explain the reason in detail. In his calm voice, the purple furisode kimono and the giant snake slowly turned to ashes, leaving only a human bone in place.

"There is no mud, and the preciousness of the flawless flowers on it cannot be revealed. Although people's obsessions are so ignorant and chaotic, but with these ugly and absurd contrasts, it is more appreciative and cherishable when encountering beautiful things."

The last trace of sparks went out, the Exorcist Sword returned to its sheath at the end of the voice, the space was bright and dark for a moment, and it returned to reality from an unknown place.

"Fu Sangshen, who was transformed into a person's obsession with betting on utensils, can produce his own heart." The medicine seller replaced the brown-skinned and white-haired demon-slayer, and continued Jingmo's words, " Obscure... vague and inexplicable, it also suits her very well."

"Yao Lang should trust me, and such an existence is not only around me." The judge smiled thoughtfully, "How about it? Let's take the bet."

"Does this... count as your victory?" Yao Lang asked softly, curling the corners of his lips slightly.

"The people, monsters, ghosts and gods in the world all have hateful and lovely things," the judge said in a gentle voice, "Although she is not human, if she has a heart of her own, I think she can be included in the scope of the bet."

"If that's the case, you won't give me a chance to win from the beginning," Yao Lang looked at Fu Sangshen who was blocked by Jing Mo, and recalled his scales into the box one by one, his tone still flat, "I didn't refuse such a cunning bet. I probably still have expectations for this world."

"I feel relieved after hearing these words," the judge smiled lightly, "Then, please take care of them in the future, and I will hold a banquet again to express my heart, please be sure to appreciate it."

The conversation between the two didn't take much time, just enough for the rest of the people to recover from the grotesque world,

There was no trace left on the elegant sliding door, the afternoon winter sun slanted across the room, Fujihime's maid was leaning against the corner and sleeping soundly, unaware of what had just happened, and the rest of the people were still sitting in their positions as if they had never been there. After moving, the kimono merchant's body was cold and his face was serene, as if he had been dead for a long time.The owner of Hongye House was sweating coldly as he clutched his painful arm, sharp bone stubble poking out from the flesh and blood.The old luthier's eyes were blank, but he was muttering words. When he got closer, he listened to the score and lyrics.

...That Oboro, did he just die?

Fujiki looked at the white bones in the middle of the room in disbelief. The slender bones were piled up on the ground, and she could not see the original beauty at all. In fact, the hazy face in her memory was rapidly blurring, only the clothes that were very similar to Bai Wugou were still amazing. stay in my heart.

Fujihime couldn't understand most of what they said, but she probably knew that Oboro was possessed by a monster. The snake girl thought that man was An Zhen and wanted to kill him, but was stopped by Oboro who was possessed. Yakuro destroys himself.

...is this love?

Fujihime wanted to smile, but felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

What love do you want?Put yourself in it, as long as people touch this thing, they will become fools. Is it really worth it?

No, it's not worth it, there are many other good things in the world, such as being alive...

As she thought about it, she couldn't help chasing Sanriyue's back with her eyes until the girl behind her finally saw the bones and screamed loudly.

"Don't make any noise!" Fujihime didn't care about her manners—that kind of thing disappeared after being picked up by the belt—and covered the girl's mouth, "It's just... just a prop for juggling."

"Props?" the girl repeated in a daze.

Facing the piercing gaze behind her, Fujihime said in a firm tone that she could believe: "That's right, that's the trick just performed, have you forgotten?"

The girl didn't dare to look at the scattered bones on the ground anymore, she just wondered what kind of tricks would make such a terrible thing...Have I slept for a long time...I always feel as if I forgot something.

While trying to recall what she had forgotten, the girl felt her eyelids drooping heavily again, and soon fell asleep again.

The judge smiled, and turned to the owner of the Red Leaf House who was staring at him in horror: "Please bury the ashes and bones in the name of obscurity, and the businessman too, please inform his family that he has done something wrong. , naturally have to pay a corresponding price, and it is certainly admirable to face it calmly, but it is not enough to offset karma."

The historicist revisionist who always felt that there was something in these words was encouraged by his behavior of abandoning the dark and turning to the bright. The other party is just a secret judge, and he can't interfere with the current affairs' disposal of him, unless he wants to expose his special place.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the Red Leaf House who was let go just like that nodded secretly happily, watching the man's followers wrap the bones with brocade, and the ashes were put into a plain white porcelain jar by invisible force, and then Keep both things in front of yourself.

"The monsters have been removed, and the world will gradually forget the vague appearance and lose curiosity about this matter. You don't have to worry about it." The judge glanced at Hasebe, who was looking down, and sighed softly, "Then, The drama is over, everyone please go to rest."

"Mr. Hasebe, are you okay?" Candlestick asked Dao beside him, while the others yelled that the interrogator must have a small question-and-answer class, while they all crowded into the next room, and thoughtfully left them a sigh of relief. A space for quiet contemplation.

"It's nothing...what's wrong?" Hasebe looked at him suspiciously, "I think it's not bad to be able to solve it satisfactorily."

Candlestick, who was cautious at first, suddenly felt that something was wrong, and said tentatively, "Do you have any regrets for Miss Oboro?"

"It's really touched," Hasebe said in a tone of admiration, "Although the actions are still ill-considered, I very much agree with the practice of never giving up before fulfilling my mission. How to prove yourself while maintaining the original form, today is an inspiration to me."

"……so?"

"As long as the Lord has an order, I, Hasebe, will definitely achieve it, and I will never lose to any Fusangshen on this point," Da Dao said firmly, "Even if one day I can't maintain this state, then whether it is with The awareness of the monster becoming one, or..."

"Mr. Hasebe," Candlestick cut him off expressionlessly, "Let's also go and listen to the master's bet, it seems to be very lively over there."

"After going back, we should pass on this sense of crisis, and they, it is the right way to leave enough rest time for the Lord. No matter from which aspect, we should not lag behind other fusangshen and embarrass the Lord. Da Dao frowned and complained, but his body naturally began to move towards the room of the judge, "I'll see if the master has any other orders."

"Alas..." Candlestick looked at the back of the other party who was walking like flying, and really felt that his heart was complicated, and he didn't know what to say. He looked disappointed just now... No, thinking about it now, he should be standing there seriously. Just thinking about this kind of thing.

Hasebe-kun... the sense of competition is really strong.

"My bet with Yaolang is to limit this matter to see if there are still people who can retain the good quality of life in the end. Although all tragedies are caused by selfish desires, there may not be no shining parts in them."

The judge held a brand new wine cup and said with a smile: "Let's just understand it this way, anyway, I won."

"Hmm... I think he didn't have a good time before." Tsurumaru unceremoniously grabbed the judge's glass and took a sip, "Although I also think that there are many people and things that are annoying in the world, but you can't take it as It’s a generalization, after all, human nature is selfish, isn’t it?”

While talking, he also looked at the look of the god-inspector, as if he had other plans.

"Of course," Jing Mo condoned this behavior, took the new wine glass from Shikigami and continued, "Anyone would have the idea of ​​'wanting to get it', but the results are quite different. Everything is right, everything is right. They are all wrong, the reason why human nature is complicated lies in its elusiveness, you should think about it slowly."

"Ah...then did you deliberately snub us today and not allow us to come into contact with the demon-repelling sword?" Owaki was silent for a while, seeing that Jingmo was about to raise the wine glass to his lips, and then reached out to take it— — Not a single drop of wine was spilled during the whole process, "Do you have no confidence?"

"...As long as he can pull out the demon-repelling sword, he is invincible here," the god judge was a little stunned, not understanding why one or two of them were grabbing the wine in his hand, but temporarily turned his attention away from Chang Gu. Moved a little away from the Ministry, "If you still want to come here, you have to let him admit that you are a completely different existence from monsters—give them all wine."

Shikigami obediently took out three more wine cups, poured clear wine into them, and placed them on the tray on the tatami, but no one moved them for a while, until the judge stretched out his hand.

"Then, I venture to guess, that the bet is not entirely unrelated to us—is it?"

The judge who was robbed of the wine glass for the third time today looked at the smiling eyes of Five Swords under Heaven and sighed helplessly: "As a passer-by here, it is really not easy to win his trust with my words, so I can only let him see it himself, Fu Sangshen It is not just an object with obsession, but a life with a 'heart', which is completely different from monsters, but... a little regrettable."

San Riyue drank a full cup of wine, as if she was satisfied with this answer.

"Master, does this... change history?" The big fox still asked this question that should have been asked a long time ago, with a little apprehension well concealed on his expression.

The other accomplices immediately attacked him with their eyes - it would not be better for such a sensitive topic to let it disappear naturally.

"This place is already like the place where you have been to the festival. It is no longer on the original track, and it has completely merged into Yaolang's world." Jing Mo rubbed his messy haired head, "Now I know I am worried...Aren't you Did you always want to cause this result?"

The big fox hurriedly rubbed the hands on his head coquettishly, trying to get over this.

"Our influence on this place is the existence of 'Fu Sangshen'. Presumably, Yaolang will encounter many such things in the future." The judge smiled playfully, and picked up the wine glass close to him, "But there is nothing wrong with it. , As for the historical revisionist, I will find a time to bring him back."

As soon as he raised the wine glass, he felt the big fox's shining gaze. The other party didn't come to snatch it, but he probably expressed his expectation and accusation that one should not favor the other with his eyes.

...Forget it, it's not the first time anyway.

The judge silently passed the wine glass to the mouth of the big fox.

And this happy scene really dealt a critical blow to Hasebe who opened the door.

! ! !You coquettish monster...!

The author has something to say: the person who loves you secretly knows you but is a strong competitor...Hao has a lot to say

...I forgot to set the draft box. Although it is not the first time, it is the latest time!