[Comprehensive] She is from hell

"Izumo meeting?"

Jingjiang was taken aback for a moment, and then understood.

It is another annual grand event belonging to the gods.A few years ago, when the distance between gods and humans was not so far away, the gods’ council would still discuss the situation of each god’s director in Weiyuan China, but now the distance between gods and humans is getting farther and farther, except that they are constantly receiving Apart from Hirazaka of the dead, the connection between most of the gods and humans is becoming weaker and weaker day by day.

What's more, the originally serious event has become more and more...casual.

For example, a banquet belonging to the gods.Another example is the annual marriage ceremony.Every year during Kanna Moon, a grand red thread activity will be held in Takamahara. The God of Marriage will provide a large number of red threads, and all the gods will join forces to help the human beings of this world to form a bond. The essence is to wrap the wooden sign with the real name of human beings on it. Put on the red thread of the god, and then connect the ema of the destined person in pairs with the red thread.

Every time this newly emerging activity is mentioned, Jingjiang can't help but feel that everyone can always toss some moths out in their spare time.

Maybe there is a red thread tied by someone who cares about King Douya and Princess Sixteen Nights.

The monsters and humans in Ashihara China are still happily dating. In the same year, Kannazuki and Shizuki boarded the Oboro car to Gao Tianyuan with Ghost Lantern again.

Since Pishamontian's accident, she has never set foot on the land of Gaotianyuan in the past 200 years.

It's not that I feel caring because of Pishamontian's incident, but there is only Zhaoma left in the Ma family, and every time I see Zhaoma, people can't help but think of the scene 200 years ago, which can almost be called a crime. Scenes of catastrophe.

Presumably Zhao Ma must have the same feeling in his arms.

Gaotianyuan this year is almost the same as it was 700 years ago.

Abe Seimei finally moved here to live, and his style of waving a fan has not diminished. In order to maintain the same style of painting as his predecessor Sugawara Michizane, most of the time he looks like a white-bearded and white-haired grandfather. Containing sweets and grandchildren.The two "juniors" who look like old men often get together to play Go, and you will come and fight with each other after the square seat.

When he saw Shizuka approaching, the row of artifacts dressed in shrine maiden costumes behind Sugawara Michizane bowed neatly.

"Jiushu greetings, Lord Jingjiang."

Zhenyu said.

The younger generations have begun to get used to showing others the appearance of an old man.

Abe Seimei also nodded, and asked with a smile if the Yukinami paper sent to Hirasaka that could directly record words was easy to use.After becoming a god, he is still willing to study onmyoji. Although he is no longer able to use monsters as before, the habit of using small paper dolls to replace servants and paper kites to deliver letters has survived. He picked up the pigeons, hoping that one day this group of pigeons could send notices to the gods and artifacts.

It looks like a retired veteran cadre.

Jingjiang felt a little regretful about coming to Gaotianyuan.Obviously this is the place where time passes the slowest, but she can still feel the melancholy of being the only one left in place when time flies by.Before Abe Seimei passed away, Yabaichuni finally found a way to kill herself, and came to Hirazaka to report with a relaxed and happy face. By the way, she used her predictive ability to figure out what kind of role she should be reincarnated into, looking forward to her next life. What a life of peace and joy.

"It's you, you will soon be eight hundred years old?"

The legendary immortal witch nodded Jingjiang's forehead and warned: "It's not a good phenomenon for human beings to live forever... But, after all, you live in Biliangzaka."

At that time, Jingjiang felt that time was like flowing water, and she passed away without knowing it. How could she be so anxious to seek death, but now she is getting closer to the [-]-year-old mark. According to legend, Peng Zu lived to be [-] years old. There are thousands of disciples, Jingjiang is now thinking about his own situation, no matter looking at history or looking at these juniors today, it seems that which one is more famous.

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"Jingjiang?"

Behind him, Ghost Lantern said in surprise, "What are you thinking about, I haven't spoken all this time."

"I'm thinking……"

Jing Jiang said: "Am I, it's time to publish a book."

Ghost Lamp:? ? ?

For the first time, the experienced workplace leader of Yan Moting failed to get what was going on with his subordinates' thinking.

Abe Seimei smiled, dropped a white piece in his hand, and looked at Jingjiang and Ghost Lantern who were standing aside: "Go quickly, the ceremony of forming a bond is about to begin."

"Aren't you going to play?"

Jing Jiang asked: "I thought this was very popular among the gods."

"The name is the shortest curse. Because of this, the gods can connect the fate between two people by binding the real name of human beings."

Abe Seimei got used to the habit of talking and speaking in general after he became an adult, "Instead of mixing with a group of old guys to manipulate human fate, it is more interesting to watch the existing fate form little by little. "

"Looking at the formation of fate?"

Ghost Lantern was thoughtful: "What do you mean?"

"Your Excellency Ghost Lantern, if the mystery is known to all human beings, the mystery itself will cease to exist."

Abe Seimei narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. He looked very much like the "old Taoist priest sitting at the foot of the city wall and telling fortunes" described by Jingjiang.

It seems that he is unwilling to speak honestly.

Facing these guys who have been blessed by human beliefs and become gods, it is naturally impossible to treat them as if they are facing a certain beast whose brain is full of wine lees. Looking at Jingjiang, he urged: "If you want to see the red line of other gods, the time is almost up."

Jing Jiang nodded, and followed behind Ghost Lantern, leaving behind the two "old men" who were playing chess and drifting away.Sugawara Michizane touched his chin and asked doubtfully:

"Abe-san, the way you looked just now, does it mean that the fate you saw being formed is related to Lord Ghost Lamp?"

Abe Seimei gave Sugawara Michizane a see-through expression: "After all, I saw the partition with my own eyes, but I was still young at that time, and I was not endowed with the current godhead."

"Using the concept of 'Onmyoji' as a basis to become a god or something, it is really enviable."

The god of heaven Sugawara Michizane smiled: "In your way, the plunder of the 'self' by the divine core belonging to the gods should be the slightest? After all, what human beings believe in for sacrifices and offerings is originally the legendary Great Yin-Yang Teacher Abe Seimei."

Abe Seimei stretched out his hand and picked up another chess piece, and slowly dropped it: "That's very good."

In Gaotianyuan, there are countless gods.It is just a false finger to say that there are 800 million gods. In fact, it is difficult for human beings to count the number of gods gathered by human desires.When Jing Jiang and Gui Deng stepped into the room used for the celebration in the atrium, they smelled a strong smell of alcohol.King Yan Mo's tall body sat in the center of the gods, holding a large number of wooden tokens of marriage in his hand, and waved at Jingjiang and Ghost Lantern:

"Xiao Jingjiang, Mr. Ghost Lantern, this way!"

Jingjiang looked over according to his words, and all kinds of gods with different expressions also watched in the direction of Yan Mo's waving hand.

Jianyu Thunder God spat impatiently, and complained: "So, you have to engage in this kind of boring activity every year...Recently Weiyuan China is fighting, and there must be many wars in the past century. In terms of length, you are very busy."

His Daoist Huang Yun had generous eyebrows, stood beside him holding a wine glass, and toasted respectfully: "Yes, Lord Jianyu Thunder God, let's go back after the social process here is over."

It looked like he was teasing a child.

On the other side, standing next to Pishamontian changed from the old man to Zhaoma with a dignified look in hunting clothes.He saw Jingjiang and Guideng's eyes light up, and waved at them.

"Long time no see, Zhao Ma."

Jing Jiang also responded with a smile: "Seeing that you are in such a good spirit now, let us also feel relieved."

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone held a string of painted horses, and started the long-lost friendship activity like gathering a crowd to play cards.The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, and there were wine jars filled with all kinds of fine wines everywhere. Most of the gods were blushing, and they formed a relationship after another in the drunkenness.

Jing Jiang: "..."

I think this scene is different from what I expected.

"That's probably where the saying, 'Love is blind,' comes from."

The ghost lamp said solemnly: "The god who is in charge of fate in the western hell is called Cupid. It seems to use archery to unite the fate of two people, but unfortunately, that guy is blind."

Jing Jiang: "..."

Thinking about it this way, Yue Lao on the side of the Chinese gods is particularly reliable, although it is said that most of the time his old man is also random in terms of affiliation.

But fortunately, someone immediately stretched out his head to answer the shocked Jingjiang: "The so-called 'connection' of the gods is nothing more than an opportunity for human beings to create a connection. This kind of thing is still up to you to decide..."

"Like Abe Seimei summoning shikigami?"

Jing Jiang gave an example: "Abe Seimei will try to establish a connection with a certain monster. Whether the other monster responds is their business."

"Yeah, that's right."

The man nodded vigorously, and then wanted to reach out to touch the top of Jingjiang's head, but suddenly realized something and withdrew his hand suddenly: "Hey, hey, you have a good understanding."

Jingjiang looked over, the girl-like god had a delicate appearance.

"I am the God of Poverty. If you, Xiao Jingjiang, get too close without authorization, it will affect your fortune, won't you?"

The girl warned.

The gods here are raving about eagerly, and on the other side, ghost lamps rummage through the piles of ema wooden signs.Seeing that Pishamentian was a little drunk, Zhao Ma helped her goddess to the side to rest, and quietly appeared behind the ghost lamp.

"Master Ghost Lamp."

The young man said respectfully, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a bond card. The ema of humans from overseas can also be found in this pile, right?"

The ghost lamp did not raise its head: "It stands to reason that as long as you come to live in this land, you will abide by the rules here to a certain extent."

"Well, that's right, but Lord Ghost Lantern, are you..."

Zhao Ma asked curiously, Gao Gao rolled up his sleeves, planning to help out together.

But the ghost lamp stopped him one step before him.

"No need."

"I've found it," he said.