[Comprehensive Wenhao] My God Lord insists that he is an individual

This time the [spirit] in Yinglan Academy will change to such a degree, and it cannot escape the relationship with the god Xiao Zhuli.

The black-haired boy actually discovered the existence of this [spirit] very early, but at that time the [spirit] was still unpolluted and pure white, and his mind was clear and he could communicate.

Although the big demon around him taught Zhu Li again and again, "spirits" are different from monsters, they are too unstable, and they are easily polluted by extreme human emotions and become resentful spirits.

Therefore, if you encounter them, you must not take them lightly. The best way is to send them to become Buddhas as soon as possible.

But little Zhu Li couldn't do anything.

"Well, can you stop crying? I didn't say I was going to kill you."

In the corner of the deserted garden, a ten-year-old black-haired boy crossed his arms and looked at the undead not far away with disgust, his forehead was throbbing and hurting from the crying.

【... Really, really? 】

The white undead huddled in the corner cried for a while, tremblingly raised its head from between its arms, revealing its timid and immature facial features——

In appearance, she is not much older than Xiao Zhuli. The little soul girl is wearing the uniform of the small department of Yinglan Country, combing well-behaved bangs, her face is blue and her lips are cyanotic, and she still retains the characteristics of her death.

The cause of her death was suffocation—she hid in the box to surprise the boy she liked, but she never thought that on her birthday, the boy Heizi she had a crush on was taken home by the housekeeper due to urgent matters before he could open it.

The girl wanted to climb out of the gift box in disappointment, but she sprained her foot while climbing, hit her forehead against the hard edge of the box, and passed out.

By the time the servant who knew something was wrong and brought someone to find her, the girl had already died of suffocation due to lack of oxygen.

This is unlucky, and there is no one left.

Little Zhuli rolled his eyes under the suspicious gaze of the necromancer, "Ah, since you don't want to become a Buddha yet, and you haven't done anything bad, just stay and stay. I'm very busy and don't have time to take care of you." A little necromancer."

The young Necromancer's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he laughed happily: [Thanks, thank you!Master Onmyoji, I promise, after saying goodbye to Ueno-kun, I will go to become a Buddha...]

[Before this... I must be obedient! 】

"..."

But that Ueno-kun you like has already transferred.

The black-haired boy stared at the grinning ghost in front of him, and felt his forehead hurt even more.

Forget it, let's observe for a while.

Little Zhu Li thought to himself.

However, he didn't expect that in just a short week, the ghost who had vowed to become a Buddha had already learned to possess himself, attached himself to that unlucky senior, and stole the vitality of human beings.

The ghost's face was bruised and purple, with an ominous black faintly, and it no longer had the pure appearance it had a week ago.

[Ah... that's the taste, the embarrassment and bitterness that Lianxin can't convey, after absorbing these, Ueno-kun... will definitely be able to persist until Ueno-kun attends the appointment. 】

*****

This was his fault, if he hadn't boasted of his spiritual power, ignored his family's warnings, and had chosen to purify the ghost from the very beginning and send her to become a Buddha—

"Hat God! Help me buy some time!" Shenshang Zhuli shouted.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at the black-haired boy, put Zhu Li down after jumping up and down, then took off his hat, and pressed it on Zhu Li's head.

The boy took two steps back in a bit of embarrassment, holding on to the overly wide hat on his head.

"Come on! Hat God!"

Xiao Zhuli quickly raised his hand and pasted a blue charm to suppress the spirit on Zhongya's chest, and stuffed another ward.

Recognizing that the blue spell was the culprit that caused her to suffer before, Wraith immediately changed her target, temporarily ignoring Zhu Li, and all her hatred went to Zhongya in the Central Plains.

Taking advantage of the firepower that attracted the wraiths in the Central Plains, Zhu Li took a deep breath and pulled out tools from the space.

——It is a translucent pipa, the outline of the instrument is outlined by the golden thread symbolizing spiritual power, the surface of the lute is like a moon, shining and clear, and the four strings are as majestic as light.

Well-deserved, the musical instrument of the God of Temperament.

According to legend, thousands of years ago, in the age of ghosts where there was no separation between yin and yang, and ghosts and ghosts were waiting for opportunities, there was a musician who pitied the people and mourned for their suffering.

The people were very grateful, and that song, that piece of pipa, has also been passed down to this day as a song of requiem.

"Sorry, forgive me..."

Thousands of years later, in an academy distorted by resentful spirits, a black-haired boy with a short ponytail held his lute across his chest.

The fingertips with spiritual power flicked on the strings, and slowly opened their mouths.

******

"Quick! Close the water mirror!"

"The brat is going to sing! He's going to sing——!"

Inside the Rage God Shrine, the faces of the famous Heian-kyo monsters changed drastically, as if they were about to face a natural disaster from the sky, they fled without looking like they were holding their heads.

It's a pity that the courtyard area is limited, and there are too many people watching the excitement with bad intentions.

In an instant, the shrine was in turmoil, and none of the big demons who were busy in a group noticed that in the water mirror, the fingers of the black-haired boy had already touched the strings.

****

There are two kinds of people in this world. When they sing, even the world will be moved.

One is the real singer.

There is another kind, which is... well, sound crazy.

The god Xiao Zhuli opened his lips, and a series of songs that moved the world resounded in the corridor——

"In front of my tomb—don't cry~ I'm not there—I will sleep forever and turn into a thousand winds. I have turned into a thousand breezes, soaring in the infinite—broad sky~"

Beep--

Accompanied by a broken sound from a certain child, the glass of the window in the corridor cracked a huge crack, revealing the real sky beyond the illusion.

"I'm not there - I'm not dead~~~"

bang-

The gravity of standing upside down on the ceiling emptied his brain, lost all his abilities, and fell straight to the ground with a blank face.

"I'm not dead—I'm not dead~"

God's little Zhuli used the gesture of holding the guitar, playing and singing the pipa with a very selfless heart.

Not far away, as the only undead, the young and helpless Wraith kid screamed and huddled in the corner, banging his head against the wall in pain, wishing he didn't have ears!

It's too ugly!This is not to be summed up by tone incompleteness!

A line of lyrics, if there is no word in the tune, forget it!Exactly...how on earth did he manage to circumvent the beam three feet and turn the sound to kill people!

Mr. Nakahara Nakaya, who was so frightened that he couldn't even use his abilities, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and directly violently attacked his allies.

"Shut up! What kind of biochemical weapon are you!"

Little Zhu Li, who had snapped his fingers on his forehead, cried out in pain, and the killing song stopped abruptly.

At the same time, inside the Rage God Shrine, a group of great monsters sat paralyzed on the ground, no less than a narrow escape, escaped a catastrophe.

On the side of Yinglan College, after Xiao Zhuli stopped outputting, a certain wraith finally stopped hitting the wall, and fell to the ground with its head tilted, hands and feet twitching, and the spirit staring darkly faded by two points.

It can be seen that the lethality of a certain child is really amazing.

It's actually amazing!She almost lost her wits!

The Wraith girl wept bitterly and regained her sobriety for a short time.

"It hurts, hat god!"

The black-haired boy puffed up his face in dissatisfaction: "Don't make trouble, I will be able to purify the wraith immediately!"

With lingering fear in his heart, Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed Zhu Li's hand that was about to continue plucking the strings, and said, "Are you sure you are purifying resentful spirits? That thing is about to lose its soul!"

I will die on the spot too!

The ocher-haired youth yelled frantically in his heart.

"Nonsense, nonsense! I am the master of Itsukushima, the God of Temperament! If you say purification, you can purify it. How could it be possible to make the resentful spirit ugly—"

A certain black-haired boy turned his face away guiltily, and pointed at the wraith in the corner, trying to speak with facts.

Wraith kid in the corner: Thank you... I still have one breath before death.

Zhu Li: "Ah..."

"...In short, singing is forbidden!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also snatched the pipa from Xiao Zhuli's hand without hesitation, and demonstrated it with actions, that's it!There is no room for negotiation on this matter!

He sort of understood why, even though he was a witch, he had never seen Zhu Li sing a congratulatory speech...fortunately he didn't sing...otherwise Huangba's spit would dissipate on the spot.

"Don't mess around, if we don't sing, how can we purify her?"

The child Zhuli on the gods folded his arms around his chest, like a brat who couldn't see anything, he sighed helplessly: "Should I let you, the hat god, sing?"

……kindness?The hat god will sing?

Little Zhu Li was taken aback for a moment, thoughtful.

Speaking of it, Ayu seems to have said that this guy is the descendant of the Rage God, so let the god sing the requiem...it seems to be okay?

The black-haired boy held his chin, squinted his eyes and looked at Chuya Nakahara, who was carrying a pipa.

Gravity made the gentleman startled, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't even think about it! Impossible! I can't sing!"

Facing God's little Zhuli's meaningful eyes, Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't want to directly reject Sanlian.

What a joke!His Hong Kong and black cadres don't want to lose face!

Sensing the familiar persecution, Zhongyuan Zhong was also vigilant like an orange cat.

"Oh, that's fine."

Unexpectedly, the kid who was rejected didn't bother him much, but shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Then I'll sing, anyway, ghost kid should have no objection."

No no no no! ! ! !I have an opinion! !I have a big opinion ah ah ah!

Hearing this, the little boy Wraith who was curled up in the corner straightened up immediately, his feet stopped twitching, his eyes stopped rolling, and even the blackness on his face lost a layer.

I saw her rushing to the feet of the red-haired young man, staring at Zhongya Zhongya tearfully, her eyes full of desire to survive.

Don't let him talk!I want to become a Buddha!Please let me become a Buddha now! !

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Okay, don't be coy, just sing if you want like a man."

The kid Zhu Li saw the right moment, snatched the pipa back again, smiled cheaply, and didn't forget to stand on tiptoe and pat the young man's shoulder like a coaxing child...er, arm.

Zhong Yuan's face turned livid: "Who do you say is not a man, brat!"

"I'm not, you are."

The ten-year-old child smiled tolerantly.

[Yes yes yes yes yes!Neither do I!you are! 】

The resentful spirit who was kneeling on the ground nodded knowingly, and when Zhu Li picked up the pipa, he still consciously crossed his legs and folded his hands together, assuming a posture of becoming a peaceful Buddha.

The black-haired boy plucked the strings, "Come on, are you going to sing?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Sing?"

"........."

"Sing or not!"

"... Tsk, go back and settle accounts with you."

"Okay~" A boy's voice full of laughter sounded, ""Turning into a Thousand Winds", prepare to—"

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When the first rays of the morning sun fell, the spiritual body of a girl who had been confused for a long time slowly dissipated into golden light amidst the singing of the gods and disappeared in the morning light.

This is like the song "Turning into a Thousand Winds", maybe there is still some regrets, maybe the answer has already been obtained, this unlucky and lucky girl finally, in the blessing of the gods,

Turning into thousands of breezes, soaring in the vast sky.

****

In the slightly bright morning light, a young man walked slowly back with a black-haired boy on his back.

"Hey! Hat God! I didn't expect you to sing very well. Have you considered debuting as a singer?" The black-haired boy said enthusiastically.

"Shut up, be careful I throw you out."

The red-haired young man who was being ridiculed had a stinky face, but his hands were as steady as a rock, and his steps were steady, as if no matter how far away, he could reach with a child on his back.

"Well, just because I owe you this time."

Zhu Li yawned a little, and some physical tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

The black-haired boy wrapped his arms around Nakahara Chuya's, leaned his face on the opponent's shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes in the rhythm of the youth's footsteps.

"Hat God... Rage God?"

"The dignified god was also chased away by a resentful spirit... Hmph, for the sake of helping me this time, I will... huh, I will help you reluctantly, right, huh-"

The child's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally only the sound of even breathing remained.

Appears to be asleep.

……

"...Little devil, you really dare to say it." Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled.

A figure silently appeared in front of Zhongya Zhongyuan.

"Your Excellency Rage God." The visitor held a cypress fan with a graceful face.

It was Tamamo-mae.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stopped in his tracks. He looked at the nine-tailed monster for a moment, and handed the child on his back to the big monster in front of him just like when he first saw him.

Now, you don't belong to me,

Zhong Yuanzhong also watched the sleeping boy, his figure gradually faded in the sunlight.

If the red-haired young man felt something, he stretched out his hand and gently took off the hat on the boy's head, put it back on his head, and when he looked up again,

The softness on Zhongya's face disappeared, and he became one of the five major cadres of Hong Kong and black again.

Holding the brim of his hat, the gravitationalist spoke to his sleeping future lover, his tone was calm but full of silent power,

"I will wait for you in the future, my miko."

Snapped.

The red-haired youth disappeared as suddenly as he appeared.

Yuzao stood in place for a while, and after a while, he seemed to come back to his senses, and said with emotion to the sleeping child,

"Oh, oh, it seems that you have found a great partner in the future, Zhu Li."

******

postscript

When Chuya Nakahara came out of the book, he found himself standing in the shrine used for enshrining, crowded with Zhu Li's very precious god card.

Rage God Card: "..."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Not far away, a certain black-haired boy was packing his luggage with his butt pouted, still muttering happily,

"Hey, since I'm stuck in a detective novel, there's nothing I can do. Where can I go while Chuya-chan can't get out~"

"Yeah, I heard that Yan Yong seems to have encountered a rare male monster... let's go and have a look!"

"La la la la la, Chuya-chan isn't at home today~ I won't be home tomorrow~"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Hehe, although I didn't expect some idiot to put on such a touching welcome ceremony, but in front of my tablet (?), I planned to hook up with new monsters.

Well done, god Zhu Li.

Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes, and quietly appeared behind Zhu Li.

……

"Eh? Eh? Chuya-chan? You're back—I miss you so much!!"

"Luggage?? No, no, I just have nothing to do to pack up hahahaha... Hey, what are you doing so close?! Clothes, clothes, why are you taking off your gloves?!"

"Settlement after autumn? What is settlement after autumn... What did the things I did when I was ten years old have anything to do with me now! Wait... This, it's not allowed here, at least, at least go to bed..."

"Chuya-chan? Did you listen to me!!! Hey-!"

Well, it seems that our god Zhuli boy needs to take a good rest for a while.

The author has something to say:

The countdown to the end of the extra episode, four

yes ヽ(▽)ノ

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Known clues:

On, the childhood version of Zhu Li's children

How many holes have you dug for your adult self?

Nakahara Chuya, smiling and taking off his gloves

Time for grown-up Juri to get out of bed

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