The Beauty of Onmyoji

Before Ibaraki left, he changed back to his own appearance and grabbed Mihime for a while.

Obviously, in order to gain favorability, this is something I often do, but now I feel very shy.

When she returned to Qingfangzhu's side, Meiji's face was still covered with red clouds.

Seeing Qingfangzhu who was waiting at the side, Meiji took a deep breath and calmed down.

She smiled at Qing Fangzhu: "Master, how are you thinking?"

Qingfangzhu was very entangled. After Meiji left, he thought a lot, and at some point, he suddenly felt that he should agree.

But when she appeared again, she hesitated again.

Meiji didn't give him a chance to hesitate at all, her eyes were sad, and a lonely smile floated on her lips, "Really... can't it?"

Master Qingfang looked at her lonely look, and felt inexplicably distressed. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, life and death is a matter of fate, I'm sorry for embarrassing the master." Her voice was low like a summer insect struggling to die, but she still pretended to be relaxed and said: "Maybe I won't die, like that skeleton? "

"it is good."

Master Qingfang only listened to what he said.

The woman in front of her raised her head in astonishment, her eyes lit up with stars, but then quickly faded away, probably because she felt that she was hallucinating.

This time, Master Qingfang, fully awake and consciously said: "Okay."

"Master, is what you said true?" The flame of hope quietly ignited in her eyes again.

Master Qingfang smiled gently: "It's just that I don't understand much about the world of mortals, and I hope the benefactor can give me some advice."

With a smile on her lips, Meiji stepped forward gracefully, pulled Aobozu who was meditating, and threw herself into his arms.

"Master, thank you." She said gratefully.

Thank you for helping me again and again.

"You're welcome. I'm also curious about what the world of mortals that everyone yearns for is like. As you said, if I want to convince the world, I have to go through it myself. I used to be too stubborn." Qing Fangzhu said softly , the hand tentatively took it up, and then placed it stiffly on Miki's back.

"How can you say that the master is stubborn? Compared with those masters wearing monkey clothes, the master is a truly kind person. Your belief will come true one day."

"Lend your auspicious words."

Miki smiled softly, and then gently kissed Aobozu.

Master Qingfang could only feel an indescribably sweet fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose. It was different from the fragrance of books in Buddhist scriptures, but the kind that can only be smelled in a flower garden, a fragrance that blends several kinds of flowers and trees.

And her lips, like plump cherries, were tender and soft, as if they could flow out sweet juice with just one bite.

In the gentle silence, there was only the sound of breathing that made people's ears red and heartbeat.

and also……

Qing Fangzhu, favorability degree, 80.

Qingfangzhu is a special target for attacking. Before he really accepted it, he was loyal to his beliefs, refrained from anger and ignorance, and avoided sex and greed. Therefore, after so long in the attacking of Meiji, his favorability has never increased.

However, once he accepts it in his heart, all these belated favors will flood in. In addition, he is a serious and responsible person. The belated favor and his sense of responsibility to women are enough to raise his favorability to 80.

As soon as 80 arrived, Mei Ji stopped being nostalgic and turned on the system.

Aobozu, favorability degree 80, level SR, can convert 1000 HP.

The conversion condition of life value has been met, do you want to convert?

Yes.

Keep touching the target lips.

Meiji counted silently in her heart: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Conversion is complete.

Aobozu leaned on Meiji's body, and Meiji took off the bamboo hat, then supported him to lie down, and then put the bamboo hat beside him.

Favor conversion is complete, life value +1000, current life value is 11500.

Is the target memory erased?

Yes.

Erasing the memory would be a little painful, Miki gently stroked his forehead.

When everything was calm, Meggie pressed a kiss on his forehead.

Thank you, once again for your kindness.

Sorry, I don't have more time to help you understand the world of mortals.

I don't know what kind of experience you will have in the future, but with your determination to understand the Dharma, bear the green light, and break the precepts to help the common people, you will definitely get your wish.

Without me, there may be another woman, or another experience that will enlighten you and solve the mystery of the present.

Bless you, Aobozu.

Meiji eliminated her traces and left here.

When Qing Fangzhu woke up, he found himself in a dilapidated shrine, and the pinworms in the distance were singing happily.

Master Qingfang seemed to have a feeling somewhere.

He sat down with his legs crossed, his lips squirmed, and the scriptures of Mimion Weng floated from the dilapidated shrine, and the air seemed to contain a solemn sound.

When the passing villagers heard it, they all stopped, knelt down, and listened to the baptism of the Bible.Because of the pressure of life, the heart that was filled with infatuation and resentment seemed to be washed and became clear at this moment.

Maybe one person is not enough to change this ignorant and dark era, but he can illuminate the people around him like a spark, which is already quite a remarkable public morality.

The villagers at this end were enlightened by Qing Fangzhu's scriptures, but the villagers at the other end fell into madness because of Miki's bewitching.

They had already prepared everything needed for the sacrifice, and as soon as Meiji appeared, they rushed forward and pressed her onto the altar.

At twilight, the sky was dark, and Maggie's face could not be discerned clearly.

When the brazier on the altar was lit and the fire illuminated the woman's face, the villagers realized how beautiful the so-called beautiful woman dedicated to the gods was.

All the villagers knelt under the altar. There was a young man among the crowd. His eyes were fascinated. It was so pitiful to think that such a beautiful woman would be sunk into the sea. How could everyone bear it.

His mother was by his side, knowing children is like a mother, she pulled the man warningly, and the man lowered his head.

Disaster is approaching, and their village can only be preserved by offering the woman, and they have no other choice.

The village chief began to lead the villagers to repent to the gods. Then, the priests began to surround Maggie, dancing crazy dances and chanting words.

The sacrificial oration recited by the priest was given by Meiji, and the sacrifice went to Huang's place. With the power of faith in a village, this sacrifice was quickly noticed by Huang who was far away in the temple.

He frowned and counted his fingers. This sacrifice took place in the north, but there has been no disaster recently, and he doesn't know who is doing it.

But this is not enough for Huang to go there easily. His previous experience has taught him to be indifferent to human beings. As long as it is not a major event that violates the principle of yin and yang, it has nothing to do with him if someone uses it to make trouble.

Until, the sacrificial text was burned by the priest and presented to Huang.

He glanced roughly at first, but the more he looked, the more serious he became.

"Oh, ridiculous!"

Huang suppressed his anger, but the anger grew stronger and stronger in his heart.

In order to avoid disasters, use living people to sacrifice to gods? !

He remembered the experience that he didn't want to mention, hidden deep in the corner of his heart.

On a summer night, filled with water vapor as thin as a gossamer, it should be extremely hot, but Huang felt icy cold, as if he was submerged by the sea back then.

Huang no longer hesitated this time, no matter what the situation was, he would go and see.

Because of the sacrifice, there was a path for the gods to descend, and Huang came directly to the village.

The sky of the village was covered with thick clouds, which completely covered the moon. In the whole village, there were only red flames dancing on the faces of the numb villagers.

They have come to the seaside, leading two men and supporting a soft woman.

The woman didn't seem to resist at all, even when the man was about to push her down, she said, she would do it herself.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the whole village, she walked into the boundless night and into the icy waves.

What a similar picture!

It's just that the woman is just an ordinary person. When the sea water submerged her, there was no god to condemn her. The villagers all cheered for their escape.

Huang's eyes stared at this group of stupid humans, and he couldn't suppress the anger in his eyes.

Could it be that if there was no divine punishment, the people in that village would have looked like them back then.

Huang closed his eyes, opened them again, and three meteors slid down from the night sky, smashing hard on the altar.

As the envoy of God, he can't hurt these villagers at will, and he can't even destroy their village at will, but it is okay to destroy the altar they sacrificed to him.

When the villagers were terrified, Huang entered the sea and hugged the poor woman.

Even though it was summer, the sea water was still so cold, as if it had swallowed him once.

And the woman's body, so weak and feeble, was the same as his former self.

Huang took her out of the sea and returned to his temple.

Breathing fresh air again, the woman coughed violently, and then panted heavily.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Huang patted his back lightly and said softly.

It's hard to imagine that this person who always reveals inviolable majesty in his words and deeds can be so gentle.

Perhaps subconsciously, he also hoped that there was such a person back then who could treat him tenderly.

When the woman finally regained her composure, she gently raised her head. When she saw her appearance, even a god was fascinated.

Her hair is like thick ink, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her black eyes are full of autumn water, but there is an unspeakable deep sadness spreading quietly.

"Are you the Lord Seagod?"

The author has something to say: When I was writing about Aofangzhu today, I ate cherries, which were very sweet, so sweet that I became a literary artist, and then the painting style of the whole chapter became like this.

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