Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

The cause and effect of this world, even after decades, I have not figured it out.

In the final analysis, it is probably the reason why my brain is not working well.

When Quan Nai and Senju Baimao were the same age as me at that time, they could conceive seven or seven 49 kinds of strategies without repetition. Mao's second son, probably only the head of the Nara family of the Zhuludie family.

But when people are mourning, they don't want to have nothing to do and find something to do, and they can never burn if they can die.

But the Uchiha clan is doing the opposite, why should they be idle when they can do things?

Even I have this urination in my bones.

When Madara was a ten-year-old child, there was a battle between the Uchiha clan and the Hatake clan and other ninja clans.

My pure swordsmanship dragged the young master of the opposing family for three hours, from the mid-moon to the dawn of the golden rooster. The situation of the last two has been decided. Brother Tajima couldn't find anyone, so he had to take his clansmen to the Where the two of us fight to find people.

I didn't dare to say that I finally ran into an opponent with such superb sword skills. I accidentally went too far with the opponent's pure sword skills and forgot the time.

Fortunately, nothing bad happened.

I only found out after the battle was over that the young Patriarch of the opposite family was the main force of this battle. I dragged the main force until dawn and missed the main battlefield. Brother Tajima patted me on the shoulder and said that I did a good job and saved a lot of trouble.

I was so guilty that I was as stable as an old dog on the surface, but in fact I panicked a lot. I let my elder brother pat me on the shoulder and laughed, and my body stood up straight like a zombie.

The young nephew Quan Nai was next to him, pulling his brother's sleeve, the smile in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

I know that he has seen through everything.

He's always been a bright kid.

The disadvantage of Quan Nai compared with Qianshou Baimao may be that he is almost unlucky. The little nephew is talented and intelligent, but he is unlucky. If he went to the gambling shop to test it, he might have predicted in advance that this looks bad, but it would be fatal. things.

But there are no ifs in the world.

The cause and effect that circulates in the world, those causal connections hidden in everything, cannot be explained clearly by relying on what if.

Otherwise, I still haven't figured out what cause I planted, and I have already eaten the fruit, which is so bitter and painful, as if my heart and lungs were pulled out alive.

If it was Quan Nai, it would be easy to think about it.

……

The moon is no longer the moon of the night when he fought with the young Patriarch of the Hatake family, pure knife, or even that night.

The rustling water flowed down from the top of the cliff, and the silver-white moonlight was as cold as frost.

The Ubuyashiki family hides in the mountains and forests, the summer night wind is lingering, the sky is full of green light like flames, and it looks like stars falling from the starry sky in the summer night and falling into the mortal world.

I put the knife back into the scabbard, and the sparks all over the sky failed to relieve the depression in my heart.

After the mark of a shadow clone was formed in my hand, the shadow clone and I picked up the backside and soaked in the water like a floating corpse, and the three of us went to the butterfly house.

Today, I accidentally acted a little harder, and the result was that except for Zhu who was out on a mission, the rest of Zhu reported to the Butterfly House.

After seeing my shadow clone, Butterfly froze for a moment: "Twins?"

Throwing the person on my shoulder onto the hospital bed, I raised my hand to seal the shadow clone, and with a 'bang—', the shadow clone disappeared into the room.

Butterfly was obviously surprised and deeply curious, but in any case, the doctor only had the injured in his eyes.

The Chief Physician of the Ghost Killing Squad, Die Die, received the visitor with a smile, and the blue veins on his forehead had already revealed the real mood of the visitor.

After treating the wounds of the four people, Die Die sighed and said helplessly, "Can't you be gentler?"

Me: "... next time..."

Butterfly: "You have said 'next time' 56 times."

I am sorry."

After treating the wound, Naruto cried and said, "It hurts, it hurts." Yan Zhu simply sat on the bed with his palms folded and recited sutras. Only Yan Sheng was sitting by the window wearing the purple and black patterned haori. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Maybe it's summarizing today's battle, or digesting what I said today.

When I was about to leave for a long time, Yan Sheng said suddenly: "Your ability is very similar to the blood ghost technique of ghosts."

One foot had already crossed the threshold, and the other was still in the room. When I heard the voice behind me, I stopped the movement of my feet as I was about to leave.

"That's a very powerful force." Yan Sheng's words came slowly from behind, "This may be the reason why people turn into ghosts."

Mingzhu's complaints and Yanzhu's chanting stopped abruptly, and the shadows of trees swaying outside the window seemed a little gloomy in the silence.

I took back the foot I stepped out, and slowly turned my head away.

"My source of strength is not those sad things."

"People can become ghosts, but because they lose themselves." I told him, the scarlet eyes turned into complex and magnificent textures.

"There are people who lose themselves in this world, so there are ghosts."

I held the knife and stood by the door.

The cold moonlight fell into these strange red eyes, forcibly creating an invisible sense of oppression.

"Everything in the world will not go as you wish, so there will be emptiness, jealousy, helplessness, and anger. People who cannot maintain themselves and lose themselves among these will become ghosts."

"Since there are oni who cannot maintain themselves and fall into ghosts, there will be ghost hunters who oppose them."

"All such evil spirits will surely struggle in the world and be tortured in hell."

"Unable to think, to lose everything."

"This is cause and effect, Mr. Yan Sheng."

These eyes, which have evolved to such a point, have witnessed countless causes and effects.

The endless, blood-stained mountains and rivers continue to stretch forward, squawking crows hover in the sky of the battlefield, half of the broken blade is inserted into the soil, and undried blood flows in it.

The smell of blood continued to spread forward, spreading to places invisible to the naked eye, and only the roar of humans and beasts, the sound of explosions one after another, and the ping-pong sound of metal collisions could be heard.

"Everything in the world is caused by cause and effect, and neither ghosts nor humans can escape this cycle."

Whoever sows the cause will bear the fruit.

In the chaotic times of the Warring States Period, from the moment when the history of the hundreds of ninja clans began, who planted the cause, after hundreds of years, produced such a fruit.

Before the establishment of Konoha Ninja Village, the man asked his friends for an alliance at the cost of seppuku. After the establishment of Konoha Ninja Village, the man killed his friends to testify.

"No matter how long the time passes, this cause and effect will be continued by different people and come to you again."

Until the fruit is produced, this process will continue, and the cycle will never stop.

"These eyes have witnessed countless causes and effects, so they can be cursed."

Those who hold it can also be cursed, a curse at the cost of evolution at the cost of losing their loved ones.

Senjubashirama, what will your Konoha look like after your time has passed?

Too bad I couldn't witness it.

"Don't plant evil causes, Mr. Yan Sheng."

I told him intentionally or unintentionally.

And don't do things you regret.

Such retribution is not something you and I can bear.

Because such retribution is often not on oneself, but on the person you love deeply.

……

So after such a toss, I didn't get home until almost midnight.

Since ancient times, the heart of a man is the needle of the sea.

In the past few years, I have realized this truth more and more.

Many times I really want to lift the head of Ji Guoyan Sheng to see what is going on in his mind. Every day I think about my brother, and I think of something inexplicable after thinking about it.

It's almost the same as some troubled teenagers in Uchiha who are in adolescence.

After Ji Yansheng said that sentence, I, who was soaked in the ancestral brain hole of the Uchiha clan, immediately had a bad feeling.

How to say this feeling?

Similar to the feeling Madara and Senju Hashirama had when they broke up in Nangachuan, every time I see that pair of eyes have evolved, I always feel that something is quietly changing in Madara's heart .

It's not a good thing if it doesn't feel as strong as it did at the beginning.

……

After taking a bath, I opened the paper partition door of the courtyard, and I picked up two cats, one big and one small, who were asleep against the pillars in the corridor, and purple petals fell on the ground.

The big cat breathes evenly, its head is leaning on the pillar, the sun ring earrings are hanging between the red hair tails, the eyelashes are as thin as butterfly wings, the little cat is lying on the big cat's lap, the whole body is curled up, the head is next to each other's hands.

The shadows of wisteria flowers were cut into small patches by the moonlight, and fell mottled on that handsome face, shaking slightly, but that face was as tranquil as a painting.

I poked Yuan Yi's soft cheek.

Hmm, it feels good.

Over the years, many parts of Yuanyi have become firmer, but the face is still as good as it was when I was a child.

Didn't move.

I squatted beside Yuanyi and looked at him with my chin propped up for a while.

Appears to be fast asleep.

Turning his gaze, he saw the little three-colored cat in his arms, and then at the big cat he raised.

Big cats are also small cats.

Grow so fast.

"mum--"

The little three-colored cat in Yuanyi's arms looked up, and shook his head sleepily.

"Don't call."

With my index finger on my lips, I made a hissing motion.

The little three-colored cat shook its head, jumped out of Yuanyi's arms, stepped on the meat pad and shook its tail, and after a few silent jumps, it jumped into the Japanese room.

I reached out and shook Yuan Yi's sleeping face, but there was no response.

Looking around, there was silence, only the shadows of wisteria flowers swaying on the wall, and the sound of the bamboo pipes filling the pond hitting the stones did not wake Yuanyi up.

It seems that he is really fast asleep.

It's not good to sleep here either.

I stood up on my knees, ran into the Japanese room, took out the futon from the cupboard, spread it on the tatami, and turned back to the corridor.

After looking at Yuanyi who was crooked on the pillar, I rolled up the sleeves of the kimono, put one hand through Yuanyi's knee, and supported the other's waist with the other hand, carried him into the Japanese room, and placed him carefully in the Japanese room. After getting on the quilt, he took off his coat and tore off the hair rope on his back. The loose hair was slightly curled up, like fine silk.

Feels great.

When she pulled the quilt with one hand and was about to cover him, she unexpectedly saw Yuan Yi's slightly trembling eyelashes.

I covered him with the quilt, reached out and touched those eyes, and there was a soft touch and a slight trembling sensation from my fingertips.

Have a nightmare?

I patted Yuanyi's face, trying to wake him up from the nightmare, but those tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, scaring my heart almost to a sudden stop.

The crimson pupils were a little slack, and they stared at me blankly after focusing.

I was stunned.

What kind of look is that?

I have never seen such eyes, dull like a puppet, as if the craftsman who made the puppet poured everything into it, but forgot to give emotion to those beautiful eyes.

No, I have.

A long time ago, when my last relative was killed, I supported the dead relative, stepped on the soil soaked in muddy water with one foot deep and one foot shallow, walking in the majestic rain like a walking dead, suddenly When I lowered my head, I saw those lifeless eyes reflected in the stagnant water, my eyes.

Eyes with nothing left after being overwhelmed by sorrow and despair.

"Song……?"

Yuan stretched out his hand, and pressed his callused palm against my face, his voice trembling slightly.

"You had a nightmare," I told him, "and now you're awake."

"I'm here." I told him.

How I wish it was a nightmare, how I wish someone could tell me it wasn't real, it was just a dream.

But that was not a dream, it was real, my last relative was killed in real.

"I had...a nightmare?"

It was the first time I saw Yuanyi with this expression on his face.

what is it then?

The mixed sadness and pain can no longer be expressed by crying. When people are sad, they cry. This is an instinct, but Yuanyi is so sad that he seems to have forgotten this instinct. All the senses are so painful that he can’t feel it. inexpressible.

"Well, nightmare." I reached out to touch his cheek, "Look, my hand is hot."

There is no temperature, only the people in the dream and the dead.

"Don't be sad, I'm here," I said, "I'll always be here."

Yuan Yi, who reacted, blinked his eyes.

I couldn't help reaching out to touch Yuanyi's eyes, feeling a dull pain in my heart.

From childhood to adulthood, Yuanyi has always been calm and calm, and has always been like a dazed kitten. His mood swings were so indifferent that I wondered for a long time whether the other party was stupid.

But there are some people who are not sad if they are not sad. When they are sad, those sorrows can swallow people up like a flood.

"Song."

"Ah."

"Song."

"here I am."

After yelling a few times, he simply pulled me into his arms, locked my waist with one hand, and pressed the back of my head with the other, so half of my face was forced into his neck In the nest, I was strangled so hard that I could hardly breathe.

There was a rustling wind beside the door, and the falling petals of the wisteria flower and the silver-white moonlight broke into the Japanese room together, scattered finely on the tatami mat in front of the door.

After the bamboo pipes in the courtyard were filled with water, they knocked on the stone slabs one after another, and the chirping of insects in the summer night continued.

I realized this time, the door was open.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

The temperature in summer gradually began to rise, and there would be no problem if we didn't close the door to sleep all night. Excluding that time when we entered the Butterfly House in the middle of the night, Yuanyi and I were basically the ones who didn't get sick.

The moonlight seemed to be shredded gilt confetti, falling into the crimson pupils in pieces.

I realized that the dazed guy who was holding me didn't even blink his eyes. After slightly releasing his strength, he kept looking at me, as if if he blinked his eyes, I would disappear in the blink of an eye.

I reached out and poked Yuanyi's forehead, "Blink."

Are your eyes not sour?

Yuanyi really blinked, just once.

I:"……"

The soft quilt was pillowed on the side of the head, and the red hair was winding on the white quilt. Yuanyi just looked at me like this, and kept looking at me, making my old face feel hot.

"What dream did you have?" I asked softly.

Yuan Yi pursed his lips and didn't speak. After a while of silence, I felt a strange touch on my stomach, which was warm.

I was dumbfounded.

The hands on my stomach tightened and squeezed lightly.

I didn't use my eyes to see, but through a layer of clothing, I could feel that Yuanyi was touching my stomach, carefully and gently, as if it wasn't my stomach, but something fragile. Use a little more force and it will crumble.

I:? ? ?

I opened my mouth and wanted to ask Yuanyi what to do, but the belt around my waist was torn apart suddenly, and the coolness came through the torn gap.

My whole body froze.

After taking a bath, I only wore a thin bathrobe. The temperature in summer gradually increased, so I wore really thin clothes. The clothes on my body were close-fitting and breathable. The belt around the waist completely fixed the body. For thin bathrobes.

Give him such a pull, the clothes that were originally well worn on the body can only be regarded as half hanging on the body.

This is not finished.

Yuanyi's hand went directly through the skirt of the shirt, and finally stopped on my stomach, pinching and touching.

There is no barrier of clothing material, the skin is close, and the strength is very gentle.

My whole body froze, and the hand on my abdomen was still touching it. The strange temperature spread from my abdomen to my cheeks, scorching hot.

The bamboo pipe filled with water in the courtyard hit the smooth stone slab with a 'bang--', and the insects that spread throughout the long night stopped for a moment, and then opened their throats again after a while.

I don't know how long it took before Yuanyi took back the hand on my stomach, and then honestly helped me pull up the front of my clothes, fasten my belt, and finally tied a beautiful bow on it.

I:"……"

After an unknown amount of time, I stuttered and asked him why he did this, trying to suppress the trembling in my voice.

The crimson eyes looked at me without blinking, making my heart beat like thunder.

"I'm having a nightmare." Yuan Yi stretched out his hand, hugged my waist, and then brought me into his arms.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The long chirping is the summer night insect, the swaying is the tree shadow, and the frantic beating is an organ in the chest cavity.

"Then, why are you touching my stomach?"

Of course I know you're having a nightmare, what are you doing touching my stomach when you're having a nightmare? !will die!

My mind was in a mess, and I heard a certain summer day. I seemed to have had a similar dream. In the dream, someone touched my stomach gently, and told me with a gentle smile on his face that he was going to be a father. , and I am going to be a mother.

After being silent for a while, Yuanyi told me slowly that he had a very scary dream. I, who was about to become a mother, had my stomach ripped open by a ghost. The blood of the ground, and the bones of me and my child in the blood.

The violently beating organs in the chest eased up, and I reached out and patted him sadly, as if coaxing Quanna, who was still a baby, a long time ago.

"I'm here."

"Look, I'm hot." The person in the dream has no temperature.

Yuan clasped the back of my head, and most of my face was forced to stick to his chest, and the rhythmic heartbeat came into my ears again and again.

The temperature and heartbeat that had finally come down began to rise restlessly again.

"Yeah." Yuanyi still refused to let go, "The song is warm."

"When did you come back?" I tried to calm my heartbeat by diverting attention, otherwise I would have suffered a sudden cardiac death.

"Not long after the moon rose." Yuan Yi tightened his arms around my waist again.

I:"……"

My heart beat faster.

"Are you hurt?" I forced myself to calm down.

"No." After finishing speaking, there was no sound.

I looked up, and the other party's voice came slowly: "But I went too late."

Yuanyi lowered his head, knocked his chin on my head, and stopped moving.

The sound above the head was like the sound of gurgling water, slowly sounding.

The ghost who killed this time ate the child of a pregnant woman who was about to give birth. When Yuanyi arrived, the woman was still alive, but the child had already been dug out by the ghost, and the blood scattered all over the ground, dazzling the eyes. Now Yuanyi still remembers the color of the ground at that time, as well as the woman's dying expression.

Unforgivable.

Almost instantly, Yuanyi beheaded the ghost.

Why not come earlier?

why?

The woman's husband grabbed Yuanyi's skirt and cried hysterically.

"It would be great if I went earlier." Yuan Yi's voice came softly from above his head.

I stretched out my hand to hold his cheek, pulled his head down, and let those red eyes look directly into mine: "That's not your fault, Yuanyi."

"You're strong, but you don't give others all the responsibility."

"Even if you hold the whole world in your hands, there are things you can't do."

"People's happiness must be obtained by themselves."

Yuanyi didn't quite understand, looking down at me, the light in the dark night was not as good as in the daytime, but those eyes were extraordinarily bright, as magnificent as agate stones.

"You are too gentle, Yuanyi." I said softly, "Such gentleness will overwhelm myself."

Yuanyi lowered his eyes to look at me, and raised his hand to help me comb the broken hair on my forehead little by little, pressing it behind my ears.

"I'll always be here."

"Ok, I know."

You never lied to me.

"I know you'll always be here."

The causal cycle of the world.

Perhaps, this cycle will have a relatively good result.

"Good night, Yuanyi." I said softly.

Yuan stretched out his hand to cover the two of them with the quilt. After pressing it, he touched my cheek and said softly, "Good night, song."

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Yuan Yichan, who plays hooliganism with reason and evidence.

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