Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

The consecration ceremony of the sacred colored glass cup is essentially a long-standing tradition in Japan - the summer festival.

The ceremony is called "Xia Great Exorcism Sacrifice-Maozhilun", and the sacrificial event is generally held at the end of June. The exorcism is done to remove the filth, and to drive away disasters and sins. This is called a divine event.

The return of the sacred object has slightly changed the process of the Great Exorcism Ceremony, which required more time to prepare, so it was postponed until the end of August, a season when the heat is still hot and unbearable.

Ayin gathered up the white wide sleeves of the priestess' uniform,? She exhaled softly, and moved two steps under the shady eaves.

If it wasn't for her special physique, she would have been forced to sweat profusely by the scorching sun.

Just like the magicians and servants busy outside the shrine.

On the branches of the century-old tree in front of the torii gate of the shrine, there is a twisted circle of shimenawa. The faint wave of mana power demonstrated the power of the most powerful enchantment in the world of sorcery.

The importance attached by the Yusanjia to this consecration ceremony is enough to highlight the status of the holy object in the magic world.

Managed by the three heads of the family, His Majesty the Emperor focused on it. A small colored glass cup allowed the three families who had never been at odds to unify their opinions. Absolutely no one or anything could interfere with the consecration ceremony.

Zen Yuanhui personally deployed the enchantment to screen out irrelevant birds, animals, and idle people.Kamo Kenhei started the ceremony, and supervised to ensure that every step of the ceremony was correct.Gojo Satoru...

He is fishing.

A Yin was thirsty, and when she came out to find water, she happened to run into a certain white-haired patriarch who was content to escape from work, enjoying the coolness under a big tree.

Ayin: "..."

The other party was caught by her, and he didn't panic, and greeted her with a smile: "Hi~"

"I'm not surprised at all." Ayin bent down and put the bamboo tube on the hot stone burned by the sun. She walked over the messy pebbles and came to Gojo Wu's side.

"Are you just throwing all the work to your subordinates? Are you not afraid of something going wrong?"

"That's why they are not doing well." Wujo Wu's face was like a city wall.

He turned his head slightly, and Ayin's outfit was completely different from the usual ones. He took the sleeves of the witch's clothes to one side, and Ayin felt the slight pull from his hands. When he turned his head, he happened to be facing him. line of sight.

"What's the matter?" Ayin was uncomfortable seeing him, "Is this outfit...strange? This is also the first time I tried a priestess costume, maybe it doesn't suit me."

"No." Wujo Wu denied, "It's very suitable for Ayin."

"It's just that I feel in my heart that it's a little strange..."

He said with a low smile: "The person who was once so weak that he couldn't get out of bed and walk around has now become the host of the consecration ceremony. Fate is really capricious."

A Yin suddenly blushed: "Hey, don't mention what happened 20 years ago!"

What responded to her was Gojo Satoru—a series of clear laughter.

Earlier, Gojo Satoru took her to Gojo's house and showed her the two cherry blossom trees.

This is already equivalent to a showdown in front of Ah Yin, and it doesn't make any sense for her to pretend to be confused.

She couldn't adjust her mentality at first, but after spending a few days with Wujo Wu, she suddenly felt relieved.

Isn't it just growing in reverse, the longer she grows, the bigger she becomes?

"Actually, it's not that I don't have a job." Gojo Satoru changed his tone, he shrugged innocently, and said, "I don't know what to do to help the old man, because the trivial chores are all arranged for the servants to complete. Strictly Speaking of which, I have only one duty."

A Yin raised his eyes: "Responsibility?"

He chuckled suddenly, softening his voice, as if whispering in her ear.

"Keep your safety."

"..."

Ayin, who was hit by the straight ball, was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, Gojo Satoru regained his frivolous tone and said nonchalantly: "However, there is the enchantment of the Lord Chanyuan, and there is a dangerous incident on the way to the ceremony." The probability is lower than the collective replacement of the old men. To round it up, I have nothing to do."

Ayin endured it, and finally found that he couldn't bear it and kicked him.

"Be serious!" Your Excellency in the Chanyuan's work attitude is completely different from this person, she can't figure it out, he is also from a big family, and he is also the head of the clan. Can the gap between people be so big?

But Gojo Satoru felt aggrieved.

He closed the folding fan, pointed to the white shimen-rope that was connected by centuries-old trees outside the shrine, and said to A Yin, "Did you see that?"

"Those white pieces of paper tied to the Shimenawa rope are not ordinary paper figurines."

Gojo Wu narrowed his eyes, snorted softly, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, these paper figurines have been with him for more than [-] years. He must be like something precious. Last time I visited the Buddhist monastery, He refused to let me see it."

"Even these paper figurines are used as mediums for the ritual. That guy is determined not to let the ritual go wrong this time."

Ayin's eyes drifted away: "Ah, this..."

Are these paper figures familiar?

She remembered that when she was still "Wutiaoyin", her condition had not worsened, and she could still maintain frequent correspondence with Chanyuanhui. She was keen to discuss with him the various application effects and expanded uses of these "paper figurine shikigami", in order to It is convenient for experiments, so they are used to stuffing paper figurines into letterheads, and sending them to each other along with the letter.

Gojo Satoru doesn't seem to know about this.

He is not a person who is interested in other people's privacy, at best he has heard that Ayin has made pen pals with the so-and-so of the Zenyuan family.

Ayin fell silent suddenly.

A female intuition told her that this topic should not be allowed to continue.

"Your Excellency Wutiao..." After being glanced at by him, Ayin changed his words with a smirk, "Wu, it's too hot outside, why don't we go back to the room first?"

"The ceremony is just around the corner, Ah Yin really isn't nervous at all." He rubbed her head, "That's fine."

nervous?Of course not.

Ayin smiled and invited him into his temporary residence, a corner of his heart seemed to be filled with sunshine and warm.

With these two people, they are willing to support themselves unconditionally.

It's like, outsiders will only pay attention to your grades and results, they will not hesitate to praise you when you perform well, and will cast disappointment and blame when you fail. "Outsiders" are the source of all pressure.

The family is not.

When you do your best and return with a tired body, your family members will offer you with a smile, "Thanks for your hard work, what do you want to eat when you go home?"

There is an unbalanced scale in their hearts, and your name weighs heavily on it.

Better than - everything.

They are her family.

.........

Going to the fire on a moonlit night, the lights are smudged with bright silver gauze, arranged in an orderly manner, solemn and solemn.

On the altar, the sacred object appeared in front of everyone for the first time.

The dull cup wall, the slightly worn rim, and the small mouth of the cup carry thousands of years of time, the greed and desire of countless people.

Human nature is immutable.

At the moment when the tulle covering the sacred object was lifted, people's eyes were all hot, some were staring at the glass cup with admiration or longing, some closed their eyes and whispered the mantra of purifying the heart softly, some had dry throat , Breathing is a lot rough.

This situation is like Heian-kyo thousands of years ago.

Ceremony standing, primary and secondary orderly.

The little witches got busy early, and the real protagonist was still hidden behind the scenes.

The crowd is divided into three groups, neatly dressed and distinguished by family emblems. The Kamo family lives on the west side, the Zenyuan family lives on the south side, and the Gojo family lives on the east side.

On the north side, there are ministers sent by His Majesty the Emperor to witness the consecration of the sacred object.

The heads of the three families are naturally the heads of their respective families, followed by the elders, the children of the clan, and then the branch families.

And those women, children and the elderly with low status and mediocre qualifications in the family are not even qualified to participate in witnessing.

This is the sacrament of the entire magic world.

People who know this well, even Wujo Wu did not disturb the rules, but when they landed in the Zenyuan's house, there was a little accident.

"Father?"

Zen Yuanhui frowned, and looked at the middle-aged man who refused his invitation and took two steps back to get out of the line.

"What are you doing?"

He was not the only one who was surprised, but also all the elders.

The Chanyuan said: "This is inappropriate for you, Qianming. No matter how you say it, it is too impolite to let the previous Patriarch take the position of a subordinate—someone, come quickly."

He was desperately winking at the man.

Don't be confused at this moment, Qianming!

Why do you say you and your son are having an awkward fight? This time, everyone in the magic world is watching your jokes!

Zenyuan Qianming waved his hand, but still refused.

"I have my own plan, don't care about me."

No matter how much they persuaded, the former head of the Chanyuan family refused to take a step forward as if he had made up his mind.

Of course you can't go to the front.

Lin Suo laughed inwardly.

In the rear, there is a chance to fish in troubled waters and perfect the "tent".

If he is not well prepared, he will not be able to deal with "Six Eyes" and "Ten Shadows" at the same time.

Seeing that Qianming from the Chanyuan was resolute, and the time for the ceremony was approaching, people had no choice but to give up. If the trouble continued, it would be a joke.

Ah Yin stood quietly behind the curtain, watching from afar.

This scene is very similar to the Kagura dance in the New Year festival.

However, this time, there was less excitement and joy, and more solemnity and rigor.

Those who are not magicians are not allowed to enter.

Those who are not of high authority cannot be seen directly.

Those who are not priests cannot touch it.

The consecration ceremony called the Holy Object awakens the long-sleeping remnant soul of the goddess to bless the world.

but……

Like the thunder, the rumbling bells and drums were beating, and they were played in unison!

The priestess costume, which is white on the top and red on the bottom, slowly entered people's field of vision, and the sound of clogs hitting the ground seemed to hit people's hearts.

Da da da……

With a slight lift of the wrist, the Kagura bell oozes, flowing with the shaking again and again.

A Yin's face was calm, and his eyes were fixed on the holy object.

However, it seems dead.

Stepping out with familiar steps, the Kagura bell hit the eardrum again and again with the beat of the drum.

Ayin's gaze never left the glass cup.

Her heart was empty, like the sea in the dark night, with thick fog covering the top of her head, and no light guided by the lighthouse.

It's like dead.

To purify the evil spirits, how to rekindle the dead things?

A Yin could feel that her mantra was flowing to the holy object.

The colored glass floated in the air, and the infusion of mana made it brighter and brighter.

Water was continuously poured into the dilapidated vessel until it broke through its tolerance threshold, until——

"Crack".

The ringing stopped abruptly.

Until she heard something, the moment it shattered suddenly.

In the crowd, that one curled up the corners of his lips and retreated into the shadows.

The elder has not questioned Ayin's stiff movements.

Above the head, it seemed that the pitch-black sky distorted and collapsed. Invisible to the naked eye, the "tent" covered the shrine in an instant and became a huge cage!

.........

Ayin saw it.

The curse is waking up.

The author has something to say: Okay, here we are!