[Onmyoji] There are fox sui sui

"Hun Fei... Po San?" Ah Xuan repeated the word, chewing it repeatedly in her mouth.

Yimulian looked pitifully, "The appearance of time-space rift is full of uncertainty. Even if it reappears, it may not necessarily return to your world. Your soul does not belong to this world, and you are not eligible for reincarnation."

He hates proclaiming bad outcomes to humans, and even though it should, it makes him feel like he's one of the perpetrators too.

This made him easily recall hundreds of years ago, when the villagers were desperate to pray, at that time he could just sit idly by or send an oracle to tell them that the rain was not up to him.

But he still chose to do his best, and finally paid a heavy price.

But he never regretted his decision.

He can't refuse the prayers of others, can't ignore their pain, just obey his heart, because there is nothing wrong with goodwill itself.

Yimulian: "It's not impossible, it's just..."

Ah Xuan looked at him, as if a cluster of small flames lit up in his eyes.

This cluster of flames may be tenacious and unyielding, or it may be extremely fragile, it all depends on what Yimulian says.This kind of eyes is too heavy, with too much sustenance, it is easy for people to feel that they can't afford it and run away.

Yimulian could never refuse this look.

"Although what has happened cannot be reversed, there is still room for correction. Please don't give up." Yimulian said.

He would only face this look directly, never showing timidity until the end of his life.

"As long as you find the original owner's soul and send her back into reincarnation, first end your relationship with her. As for your problem, the Lord of Hell is in charge of life and death. Maybe Yan Mo will have a solution."

"...It's easier said than done." Ah Xuan smiled wryly.

Yimulian's method sounds feasible, but if you think about it carefully, you will find it is difficult to do.

The soul is inherently fragile, easily dissipated, or swallowed by monsters.What's more, the original owner is just a child and doesn't know much about personnel. After more than ten years, he doesn't know where he has drifted away.

Yimulian: "Using ordinary methods, it is naturally a fantasy, but with the help of someone who is good at divination, maybe there is still time."

Ah Xuan: "Such supernatural powers are not easy to find."

Among the people she knows, there are only two people who can be said to be proficient in divination and calculation, namely He Mao Baoxian and Abe Seimei, but their proficiency is only compared to human beings, finding a soul in one world, It's like looking for a grain of sand in the sea, it's beyond their capabilities.

Yimulian: "I have an old friend who once owed me a favor. He should be able to help you."

A friend of Yimulian is naturally reliable, but his title still makes Ah Xie a little concerned.

Old friend.

This word usually refers to a deceased friend, and the old man refers to a friend who has not been seen for a long time.

Judging from her understanding of Yimulian, he is not the kind of daredevil who calls a living friend a dead friend, and he definitely would not joke around at such a time.

If the friend is not dead, then the dead...

"I can't accept this."

Once you figure out the joints inside, you can understand that the so-called old friend is not Yimulian's friend, but Fengshen's friend.

Just like Yimulian said earlier that "the god of wind is dead", he obviously doesn't intend to have anything to do with the past, so all the grievances and grievances in the past will naturally disappear.

Under such circumstances, Yimulian took the initiative to mention "old friends" and was willing to make a bridge. Although the words were light and light, the involvement in it could not be explained clearly in one sentence.

Although she wasn't willing to just be so out of her wits, she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble to others either.

If she doesn't know the joints inside, she can still accept it calmly, but once she understands, how can she accept it.

Yimulian: "Besides this method, do you have a better method?"

Ah Xuan: "This..."

She is now a fish in a dry trough, she can only roll her eyes and wait for the water to evaporate, but she doesn't want to wait for death, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she will try.

Yimulian came to the door and was willing to help, it was too late to be grateful, but she hesitated.

When I met Fengshen when I was possessed by the jade pendant, I can see that he has a pure heart. Now when we meet again, it has been a hundred years, and the god has become a monster, but there is no trace of haze in his brows, only more mature and gentle than before.

Although there is only a relationship between two sides, and she doesn't know the reasons for it, but she can't bear to break Yimulian's peaceful life.

Yimulian just smiled casually and said, "I'm fine."

"It's not me who owes favors, how can there be any reason for the creditor to hide?" He joked, "You and I met because of Yu Jue, and my Yu Jue is useful to you, and I am useful to you, isn't it? fate."

He seemed to have seen through Ah Xuan's hesitation, and said seriously, "Of course I also want to get paid."

Ah Xuan: "Do as you please."

Yimu couldn't help laughing, and waved his hand, "Don't be so serious, it's a life-saving grace for you, but it's just a casual thing for me. After three years, you will come back here and share the details of your past and present life. Just tell me and listen to me.”

Hearing Yimulian's proposed reward, Ah Xie couldn't believe it.

Earlier he said that she had at most three years left to live, but now he asked her to come back in three years to tell the story, no doubt hoping that she would be able to solve the evil fate safely.

Since ancient times, debts of love are the most difficult to repay clearly. Yimulian's easy-going attitude somewhat made Ah Chen escape from the fear of his imminent death, so he also asked, "If I don't come back, you will lose all your money." gone."

Yimulian: "Where is there any business that can make a profit without losing money? He cares about everything and cares about gains and losses. In the end, it is just what he thinks is perfect. I haven't left this mountain for a long time, and I know little about the changes in the outside world. Now I can give you help in exchange for another I have earned the knowledge of a world."

Before Ah Xuan could speak, he continued: "Besides, how can I say that I used to be the patron saint of this place, and it is my responsibility to protect all living beings on this land. Although you are an outsider, now you Being here, I can't sit idly by."

"But you are no longer the patron saint, and you have no responsibility for anyone or anything." Ah Xuan thought to herself.

But she didn't say it in the end.

When Yimulian spoke, she was gentle and firm, without any expression of forced pretense, and there was no room for maneuver in her tone, which made Ah Xuan feel that even if she had [-] excuses, Yimulian would have [-] and one reasons convince her.

She needed this help in the first place, and it was hard to refuse, so she simply agreed, but secretly remembered this kindness.

Yimulian can ignore it, but she absolutely cannot really ignore it.

Seeing that Ah Xuan no longer refused, Yimulian was relieved, and immediately went to prepare the objects to lead the way. When he was about to go out, he paused, "Let's explain it to him."

Ah Xie understood, knowing that he was referring to the demon fox, hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Yimulian then left, walked out of the room with only two intact walls, and met the idle face of the demon fox on the side.

Seeing Yimulian, Yaohu patted the palm of his hand with the handle of the fan casually, his eyes were curved, but his mouth was not polite at all: "I said where did the selfless monster come from, it turned out to be a fallen god."

When Ah Xuan recognized Yimulian before, he hadn't opened the barrier to isolate the sound, so the conversation between the two was naturally heard clearly by the demon fox, and after going back and forth, he also guessed Yimulian's identity.

This made the demon fox a little unhappy.

After getting along for such a long time, it is enough for Yaohu to figure out Yimulian's strength, not to mention that Yimulian has no intention of hiding at all.His wind blade was dispelled by Yimulian last night, not because Yimulian is far stronger than him, but because Yimulian is the wind god, and the wind is his natural entourage. Yimulian is stronger than him, but it is the control of the wind strength only.

And the strength of Yimulian's ability can be said to be "strong on the outside but capable on the inside", and it is not at all an opponent of the demon fox who grew up in the fight.

That is to say, last night he was overly cautious and believed in the power of the wind blade too much, but if he tried a few more times, he would not be bluffed.

After losing face, it is natural to find the place now.

Yaohu: "Don't all the gods look down on youkai? I heard that fallen angels are equivalent to destroying the body of a god. They are reborn from the ashes. After experiencing pain twice, how does it feel to be back as a youkai?"

Seeing that Yimulian didn't answer, he was not impatient, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter if you lose your identity, but it's better not to do things that are beyond your control. The rotten single tree wants to support the sky. , Be careful not only to protect yourself, but also to harm others.”

When the demon fox speaks, with a soft tone, every sentence stabs into the heart of the heart, and the knife sees blood.

Yimulian's expression was calm, and there was no sign of displeasure, "Thank you for worrying, I have my own measure."

Who is worried about you!

Yaohu choked on what he said, before he had time to refute, Yimulian had already walked away.

He didn't really care if he didn't find the place, anyway, it was just casual talk, if Yimulian was stimulated, let's just have fun, and there is no reaction like now, Yaohu thinks it's a bit boring, but he only cares about it Seconds, forget about it.

What makes him more concerned now is what Ah Chen and Yimulian said.

Passing by the demon fox, Yimulian walked alone on the mountain road. There is still a small path here. The road was originally wider, and stone lamps were neatly arranged beside the road. The lights are either broken or broken, or covered by layers of plants.

He didn't refute Yaohu, because he knew that what he said was right. He promised Ah Xuan a three-year agreement, but his weak body would not be able to last three months, not to mention three years.

This night's tossing, coupled with a soundproofing spell, had exhausted him.

He walked to the top of the mountain, the sun was rising on the top of the mountain, the sun was not too glaring, and it enveloped a rotten pillar warmly.

The wind was strong on the mountain, and the moon-white robes fluttered as far as the eye could see. He looked at the mottled single tree, and the vermilion shadow could be seen faintly on the pillars, but the bright colors faded away under the wind, sun, and insects. face.

This pillar was originally the torii gate of the shrine.

Ichimokuren originally said that he was going to prepare guides, but when he returned to the shrine, he stood in front of the pillar and couldn't move.

He was a little dazed, looking at the rotten wood, as if he saw the vermilion torii.

What came into view at the same time was the howling and raging flood.

Fengshen is in charge of the wind, and he has nothing to do with the rain. The flood is nothing more than too many tributaries, the river is curved, and it is difficult to drain.

People escaped in front of them, but domestic animals were submerged in water, floating in the muddy water, rotting and smelling, and became cold hotbeds of disease.

If this continues, even if people can survive the flood, it will be difficult to escape the pervasive plague.

Can't wait any longer!

Fengshen made the craziest decision in his life, exhausted all his powers, and forcibly turned the river!

Move mountains and rivers! !

When the miracle came, the believers were naturally grateful and cleaned up the mess.But the gods have suffered all the karma that should have appeared here because they went against the sky!

The wrath followed!

Although he lost his eyes, the god didn't feel sorry. He was delighted to see the people regrouping, but things didn't go smoothly.

Even when the floodwaters receded, the damage was beyond repair, rotting animals still brought small-scale diseases, and farmers lost their harvests, making the first year very difficult.

Fengshen thought he would get better after the most difficult year, but the series of events that happened afterwards were difficult for him to deal with due to his inexperience.

Livestock died, and young adults and young children also died or were seriously injured. After people spent the long winter like weeds, they found that the river had been moved away, and it was difficult for the farmland to get enough irrigation water, coupled with the lack of labor. Difficult to harvest enough food.

Gradually, small voices of complaint appeared, but as soon as this voice appeared, it was suppressed by most people's reprimands.

Even if it is difficult to feed themselves, the vast majority of people will not leave the hometown where they grew up.

But to everyone's surprise, as the patron saint's body was damaged and his aura weakened, there were desperate monsters sniffing the aura and biting the right time to hurt the believers who were ignored by the gods.

The monsters that were only around Kannazuki at first began to show their fangs in normal times, and everyone was in danger for a while. The monsters hiding in the dark can break people's hearts more than a torrential flood, and their beliefs will be shaken.

Before the damaged Fengshen had time to repair the scars, he was weakened by his wavering beliefs. The monsters were biting at this momentary wavering, and the hearts of the people became more and more turbulent, and the power of the gods fluctuated at any time.

At this time, the originally suppressed voice has been encouraged to grow. Even if someone rolls their eyes at each other, they dare to be exposed to the sun blatantly.

Unshakable belief is the poison of the gods.

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant nest.

The believers began to lose, and the gods became weaker and weaker, and the two formed an unsolvable cycle.

At this juncture, the lost eyes became the starting point to erode the body. Fengshen, who was able to suppress it in its heyday and fashion, finally had more energy than it wanted, and missed opportunities to restore trust time and time again.

As the number of lights in the village increased, the power of Fengshen also weakened day by day, and the demon became more and more arrogant.Finally one day, the fallen leaves in front of the steps of the shrine dyed the stone steps red, but no one swept them off.

I don't know how many years have passed, but Fengshen, who was curled up in the shrine and dying, felt that the last belief had disappeared.

He could finally be free, together with his withered body that had been eroded beyond recognition.

But at the last moment, he changed his mind.

Yimulian came back to his senses, the wind blew the tall grass blades around the pillars, and they swept across the back of his hand.

a little itchy.

He looked down, only to realize that such a long time in his memory, and what he thought was such a rich experience, in retrospect, it was just a flash of god's work.

Just enough morning dew to be evaporated by the sun.

Yimulian suddenly smiled, and the light golden sunlight reflected in his blue eyes, like a cloudless sky.

I know the world is as fleeting as dew,

however,

however.

The author has something to say: Good evening.This chapter was worn out, and the detailed outline was changed four or five times, and finally the following chapters were also changed, and it was completely changed.

In the past few days, I have encountered many things in my life, such as computer crashes, school is about to start, running around to find documents, it has been delayed for a long time, I hope the final product is satisfactory orz

The last sentence "I know this world is as short as dew, but, however." is quoted from Kobayashi Kazucha's haiku.

It is really beautiful, and I also like another sentence of his: "This world is a flower viewing party on the top of hell."