Tomo-sama's Rescue Plan - Hell Chapter

Every person/god/ghost has their own dark moments that no one knows about, I believe so firmly.

It is said that even Amaterasu, the Great Goddess, was hid in Tianyando by Suzhan and refused to see anyone, causing the world to fall into darkness; The maggots are full of ugliness, and they are ashamed and indignant.Even the gods have encountered bad luck, let alone us ordinary... gods, people, and ghosts.

For example, when I first arrived in the Infernal Hell, I was beaten for a while and couldn’t find my head. I really couldn’t find my head, because my head was taken away by other ghosts and decorated in my own den. Later, I heard that because of my hair color and eyes It's beautiful, it smells good, and it's caused a bit of a fight.

What can I do, I am also very helpless.At that time, I hadn't lost all my divine power, so I could only fire a flood, clean up the opponent's lair, and snatch my head back.

But even then, I'm not particularly angry, fight, it's over after the fight, why bother to put each other to death?It is already very miserable for everyone to be reduced to this point, why do they have to kill each other?

But then I discovered that those human souls don't see it that way. Even after they die, they have to fight endlessly. The obsession when they were alive nourished this dark land and was multiplied by the land itself. They Indulging in it, without exception, was swallowed by obsession.

Human beings don't understand that hell is not a punishment from gods and Buddhas, but their own creation.All kinds of obsessions in people's hearts bring endless disputes to the world, disputes bring karma, and karma breeds new disputes, and this cycle goes on and on, so the karmic fire of hell will never go out for thousands of years.

Whether it is the murderer or the victim, they are all part of this cycle.Those ghost hunters believe that as long as they drive ghosts to hell, they can make the world a better place. This is just a fairy tale used to deceive children. Ghosts come from the human heart, and if the human heart remains unchanged, ghosts will not disappear from the world and reappear in a different form. Just a matter of time.

Letting go of obsession and resentment is the only way to cut off karma.

But it’s useless to say this reasoning. I have discovered from the group of people in the Ghost Killing Squad that human beings don’t understand this, and even if a few people understand it, they can’t do anything about it, because human beings are a group, and the individuals in it must Obedience to the whole, the desire of a few individuals, means nothing to a group.

As for ghosts, it is probably even more difficult to convince.

Looking at the bookshelves that suddenly appeared around me, and the black-haired man sitting at the desk, I thought so.

Yes, I was just scolded by Huang Yue and ran away. I found a small river in the nearby woods and was about to catch a fish when I was inexplicably summoned by Mr. Wu Mi.

I especially want to know how he managed to be so pervasive in other people's lives?

At that moment, I really felt the pain of Shangxian... Except for Tong Mo, a guy who has lost his senses.

The man was wearing a rather elegant western dress, his white and slender fingers were crossed together, and the slender pupils in his plum red enchanting eyes did not show a trace of emotion.

"You asked Heishimu to teach you swordsmanship, what do you want to do, Miss Baiji?"

I didn't know why he insisted on calling me by this name, whether it was a mockery or something, so I sighed, pulled the chair in front of him and sat down.

"Do you have to spy on people around you? Has no one told you that this habit is really offensive?"

"Don't try to provoke me this time." He looked at me with some playful eyes, "I'm already familiar with your little tricks. Did Tong Mo ask you to come? Let me guess what your purpose is to To lure Hei Si Mou to join your camp, right? It's really worrying for me to have these two on the strings."

"Master Hei Si Mou is loyal to you, and he is my teacher now. I will never make things difficult for him, so you can rest assured." I said calmly, "I only occasionally saw his sword skills, and I was inspired by him." I just want to learn after being shocked. How about you? What surprise did you bring me this time?"

Master Wu Mi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "You are so interesting, Miss Bai Ji, if I knew you when I was alive, it would probably bring us a lot of benefits. It's a pity that it's only a little short, but it's not too late."

Hearing something in his words, I simply said: "Did you get any new information? Why don't you share it?"

The ghost king smiled, "Your intuition is very keen. I found some old things from my memory, do you want to listen to it?"

Then he said slowly:

"About 200 years ago, Ms. Bai Ji must be very aware of the murder of the family of the noble family Yagyu in Edo Castle, right?"

I was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "You know this kind of trivial matter? You really have great powers."

"I've lived for 1000 years, Miss Bai Ji, besides, this was not a trivial matter at the time. Although the shogunate used the plague as an excuse to cover up people's eyes and ears, it still alarmed the public onmyoji. As for what happened later, you should know better than anyone else. ?”

"How do you know? Have you ever been to Edo?" I suppressed my smile.

"No hurry, do you want tea? Or coffee?" He took out a jar out of nowhere and shook it at me.

"It's still tea, the kind called coffee, I'm not used to it."

"You should be honored. No one has ever drunk the tea I brewed myself." Although he smiled, there was a slight chill in his red pupils.

"You are the host and I am the guest. If I come to make tea, our positions will be reversed. This is not proper etiquette." I looked like a schoolboy, showing a cheeky smile, "If you have a chance in the future, you can come to my house As a guest, I will naturally make a pot of good tea for you."

"Your mouth really disgusts me, Miss Bai Ji."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Stop talking nonsense." Master Wu Mi tapped the lid of the teapot lightly with his fingertips, "At that time I was forming the twelve ghost moons, but at that time, among the dependents who were stationed near Edo, except for Yiwoza, There is no ghost that can kill more than 60 people at once, or even devour them to the extent that only a few stumps remain. I really want to know who did this, but the people sent by the shogunate quickly cleaned up the scene without finding any clues. "

"Speaking of which, I really want to know, what made you, a god, do such a cruel thing no less than a ghost? Miss Bai Ji?" He slowly poured the light blue tea into the cup, and the air filled the air. The fragrance of Uji tea permeates.

"This is my private matter, and I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences." I stared at him coldly, "It can make you feel cruel, and I don't know whether I should be happy or not."

"Of course you should be happy, because I like cruel things the most." Master Wuyou smiled, "If this thing wasn't cruel enough, it wouldn't have left such a deep impression on me that I sent a half-day dog When I went to investigate information related to the Ghost Slayer Squad, I accidentally found a clue related to this matter."

"I thought it was just a boring report, but it mentioned that during the Xiangbao period, there was an onmyoji from the capital who fought with the 'gods' by the Arakawa outside the Edo city and sealed a The big snake called 'Lord of Arakawa'. This sounds like nonsense like those Hyakumonogatari stories, doesn't it? After all, I have lived for so long, and I have never seen any gods and Buddhas appear."

He leaned forward, as if he wanted to observe my expression: "But now I just want to know one thing, Miss Bai Ji, how did you feel at that time? Being a god but being defeated by humans, humiliation? Fear? Pain? Which feeling is the most unforgettable for you?"

"You're here again. That was 200 years ago, I can't remember clearly, so you don't want me to take revenge on that onmyoji, do you?" I took a sip of tea and couldn't help laughing Get up, "For humans, you probably can't even find the bone dregs."

"That's not necessarily true." Master Wu Mi held a teacup, with a serious smile on his face, "It was true that the Onmyoji died not long after, but judging from the letters he left, the family he came from is exactly the same. They belong to the Ubuyashiki clan."

I frowned.

Ubuyashiki?Why is it Ubuyashiki again?

Noticing my expression, Master Wuyou nodded in satisfaction, "Yes, it is that damned obstetrician. Ms. Bai Ji, you may not know that the profession of onmyoji has been in a few fixed places since the Heian Dynasty. According to the family tradition, the Ubuyashiki family intermarried with the priest family in Beijing in order to preserve the lives of their children, and some of their descendants also practiced onmyoji, and the spells they made caused me a lot of trouble."

"So, we actually have a common enemy, Miss Bai Ji."

I sighed.

"My lord, if you know me well, you will know that I have no interest in who sealed me hundreds of years ago, and I don't even want to take revenge on anyone, because revenge is meaningless and can only produce more karma That's all. You don't believe in karma, but as a god, I still want to remind you that karma exists, but it is not the same as what humans understand. You can understand it as a big picture that neither humans nor ghosts can see. As a god, my instincts tell me which actions will touch the net and stain the dirt on it, and I don't want to do such stupid things, and neither do other gods. They would rather , choose some special human beings to act as pawns, and don’t want to be contaminated by the filth of the world, which is why you haven’t seen gods and Buddhas appearing in the world for 1000 years.”

"I see! I have to say, you gods are much more cunning than ghosts." The King of Ghosts narrowed his bloody eyes, "But are you sure you have no hatred for the Miyashiki clan? What you did to the Ghost Killing Squad , can all be forgiven?"

I said frankly: "Even if I have hatred, it's not worth touching the net of karma for it. If I end up in the same fate as you, the loss outweighs the gain."

"No hurry, Miss Bai Ji, you'd better read my memory before drawing this conclusion." Mrs. Wu Mi's delicate and perfect face suddenly showed an almost vicious smile, "I won't show this to others, But you should want to know, what happened in the battle in Infinite City?"

I opened my eyes wide, and before I could say "no", I was drawn into the nightmare called "Infinite City".

The door in the long corridor opened again.

I saw that the lotus pond became a blood pond.

Butterfly Haori's girl and her gushing hatred.

The stinging blade pierced the rainbow in his eyes.

The lotus tendrils of ice seize the prey, bestowing devour and redemption.

Then there was a new fierce battle, the sky was filled with frost, the lotus blossoms were shining, and the white-haired Shangxian ghost waved a golden fan among the flying flowers, displaying a beautiful blood ghost technique, and his figure was still graceful as if dancing a sacrificial dance.

Just like that spring afternoon 200 years ago, in the courtyard of Arakawa Shrine, the little god in black was dancing with a paper fan in his hand.

He turned into a ghost, but in my eyes, it seems that he has never changed. Both human beings and ghosts only remember the ruthless and cruel Winding II. Only I remember the child without a name, and I remember him stretching out his hand to me in the sun, I remember him sitting on a high chariot, the way he wanted to eat but didn't dare to eat the snack, and the innocent and sweet smile on his face.

The little son of God who had redeemed me fell by the lotus pond in Infinite City, and the pure white first snow in my memory turned into dust at the feet of the ghost hunter.

He became a ghost, so no one would redeem him, and the last thing he heard was only one sentence:

——Go to hell alone, you are so messed up.

Zhu Shi said that it was [-] times the lethal dose of wisteria poison, and it would be corroded and dissolved from internal organs to bones.

What she didn't know was that since childhood, that child didn't feel much pain, nor did she feel any fear or sadness. Even a wound so deep was cut on her hand by a Tai knife, and the blood flowed for a tea table, and she could still comfort me with a smile. cry.

So he didn't have the slightest bit of resentment towards this world that robbed him of all his light until he died.

It's just a fight, I tell myself.

On the battlefield, it is life and death. No matter what actions the two sides make, it is not up to others to judge. As long as the battle is fair, the cause and effect will be cleared at the end, and no debts will be owed.

But hatred is not, hatred cannot end cause and effect, it can only create more cause and effect.

I saw another young girl with a sun wheel saber in her hand and eyes full of hatred say to him:

——Everything that comes out of your mouth is a fabricated lie.

—You are a very poor fellow, you must feel nothing?

——People born in this world will naturally smile because of happiness, and tremble with sadness and anger, but you can't understand these emotions at all, right?

——But you are very smart, so you have been covering up with lies all the time. In order not to let others find that you don’t feel anything, you pretend to be happy or sad at the right time. It makes no sense, and you have to put on a show for everyone to see.

—This is so funny, almost like a fool.

——What exactly did you come into this world for?

——This is really embarrassing, so it's better to die as soon as possible, after all, your life in this world is meaningless at all!

you are wrong.I said silently in my heart.

People who are born in this world, what kind of family they are born in, what kind of place they grow up in, what kind of life they have, whether they experience love or hate, whether they are happy or sad, all are not taken for granted, but are arranged by fate.

In your most desperate moment, whether there is a hand willing to stretch out to you is also an arrangement of fate.

Not everyone is lucky enough to get the same thing.Some were born blind, some were born deaf, some were born in a flower street, some lived on the street, some were the daughters of famous families but became sacrificial offerings early on, some were the sons of gods but had never even eaten candy.

People live in the world, each has its own scenery, and each has its own struggles.If you have not experienced other people's lives, you have no right to make nonsense about the meaning of other people's existence.

What's more, I was the only one who still remembered that the child regarded this meaning as more important than anything else, and even sacrificed his own white and dazzling aura for it.

——I hope everyone can get happiness from me, this is the meaning of my existence.

That child once really wanted to save people, but when he was swallowed alive by human suffering, humans turned around and laughed at him as a fool.

He has indeed eaten countless people, but human beings also rely on the flesh and blood of countless creatures to live. Not only that, every life in this world cannot do without the support of other lives. Who is qualified to blame?

I don't hate humans, I don't hate them for cutting off my rivers with dikes, I don't hate them for taking my life, taking my witch's life.

But I also don't love humans anymore because they trampled on that child's soul with such indifference.

If that's the case, let's cut it off with a knife.

Cut off all the hesitation and all the weakness in your heart.

Because I was originally a god, and the name of the god is Bai Ji.

This time, I want to hold my destiny firmly in my own hands.

The whistling blue flames gushed out from my whole body, and turned into a golden aura that was as bright as a flame in an instant.I drew the knife suddenly, and heard the explosion of sword energy tearing through the space.

The first cut shattered the illusion of Infinite City.

The second knife chopped off half of Mr. Wu Mi's body.

Until the third cut, Xu Crying God went to set off the silver moonlight tide, the narrow and long demon sword full of eyes collided with my blade, between the metal and iron, separated by two cold lights, the six-eyed ghost swordsman faced each other I nodded slightly.

"Very good... this... is the killing intent."

"It's not the same as what you said, Master Hei Si Mou." I said calmly, "This is just the power of the gods. But thank you for teaching me the true way of the sword."

The huge impact swayed a wave, large and small moon blades intertwined with the golden streamer, and everything around was razed to the ground in an instant.

The ghost king quickly recovered his body in a cloud of black air. I saw fleeting anger on his face, but soon, crazy joy appeared in those bright red plum-like eyes.

"Haha, that woman really didn't lie to me, you are really a god!"

"You are really a good person, Mr. Wu Mi." I smiled and raised the things in my hand, "When did you find my Yushen Body? Although it is only a small piece, it has helped me a lot! "

It was a translucent white object, emitting a faint golden light in the dimness.Hundreds of years ago, it used to be the single horn on the head of the God of Arakawa. Although there are only bones left now, it still means that my god body, which was sealed in hell somewhere, has finally revealed its clues.

Master Wu Mi's beautiful face was full of veins, and he looked a little annoyed: "When...how dare you..."

"I don't like others to keep such important things for me." I calmly put away the knife, "You have already died once, and you should understand that you should not base your cooperation on controlling other people's lives, right?"

The Ghost King gritted his teeth and stared at me for a while, and finally hissed and asked, "What's your condition?"

"Speaking of this, that's too much." I smiled politely, "Please call another winding meeting. Ah, in fact, there is no need to bother, Mr. Tong Mo will be here soon."

As soon as the words fell, the ghostly voice sounded not far away:

"Hey, what's the matter? Why did Xiaoran fight with someone again?"

Tong Mo walked over slowly, shaking his fan, with an extremely sincere smile on his face.

"Sorry, I'm late~ But it was such a good night~"