[Onmyoji] Looking for the ghost king

The stall sells a picture that can be turned. The stall owner said that it is called Zhuanludeng, which came from Tang Dynasty and is a high-quality imported product.Qing Xingdeng thought to himself, it turned out to be something that didn't exist before, no wonder there were so many people.

Because it is a new gadget, the price is naturally surprisingly high. It is not affordable for ordinary people, but there are so many people around, but they just look at it and don’t buy it. Isn't it disgusting that a family can afford it.So, I could only pull my face to protect those treasures, and yelled: "Hey, don't hold it like that, don't take it apart with your hands, the one over there, be gentle, and be careful not to break it!"

"If you break it, buy it!" Yasha supported the table with one hand, and smashed the bag on his waist onto the stall, and the knives and coins inside jingled, and he knew there was a lot of money.

The stall owner immediately piled up a smiling face: "You can look at it casually, and it doesn't matter if you break it."

There was a rich Yasha opening the way, and Qing Xingdeng and the others smoothly came to the front and played with it generously.

The stall owner proudly introduced how exquisite the craftsmanship of this Zhuanlu lantern was, how it became popular in Tang Dynasty, and how he asked someone to get these things.Qing Xingdeng watched the ever-changing picture projections on the lamp screen, and listened to the stories told by the stall owner, and found it very interesting.She likes to listen to stories. If the story is told in this way, it will be more vivid and vivid.Qing Xingdeng secretly took a look at Fengshen. If possible, she would like to turn the story of Fengshen and her into Zhuanludeng. Of course, it is only for her to enjoy, not for sale outside.

Over there, Yasha watched Qing Xingdeng stared at one of them for a long time, and directly took it down to Boss Qian.And when he asked Qing Xingdeng to help him choose one, Qing Xingdeng refused, and turned around to ask Yimulian if he had a fancy model.

Yasha looked at Qing Xingdeng and shrugged helplessly at Yimulian's earnest inquiry, paid for the lamp that Qing Xingdeng helped Yimulian choose on his own initiative, and continued to follow behind them with his hands behind his back.

In addition to the original soul-absorbing lamp, Qing Xingdeng held two Zhuanlu lamps in his hand, and now it really became a lamp, and she could still imagine the smirk of that blue-skinned otter.I didn't know what I was busy with during this time, and I actually forgot about telling stories and listening to stories. At this time, when she was ticked by Zhuan Lu Deng, Qing Xing Deng's addiction to stories came out again. She approached Fengshen carefully and asked : "Feng... Alian, do you have any interesting stories? Or... can you tell me your story?"

Yimulian was still walking all the way, without squinting, just when Qing Xingdeng couldn't wait to give up and find another topic, he suddenly said: "There is nothing to talk about."

"How can there be nothing to tell? What happened in the village under the mountain, what happened in the shrine, and the people you saved, aren't they all stories? They can be told for a long time!" Qing Xingdeng said.

"... That's too much..." Yi Mulian said after a pause.

Qing Xingdeng eagerly waited for Fengshen's next words, so many stories can be told for a long time, more than enough to tell a thousand and one nights, however, Fengshen's next sentence was "I won't tell, there is nothing to tell."

Qing Xingdeng opened his mouth to say something to refute, but he didn't know what reason to use.

She was a little bit dissatisfied, it was nothing in the eyes of Fengshen, which was obviously fun and interesting, which made her feel that her interest was a bit low-level, but she unconsciously understood Fengshen's meaning.That’s true, it’s just a story, it happens when it happens, it’s over when it’s over, there’s nothing to talk about, so the current things are more important, for example, how to take Fengshen down, how to make Fengshen feel that the existence of the story itself is something.

Qing Xingdeng saw that someone opened a cold drink stand in the temple fair by the side of the road, and guessed that it must be made by monsters to make ice in such a hot day, she hurriedly put the three lamps in one hand and held them free Flicking Fengshen's sleeve, pretending to be surprised, he said, "Ah Lian, look over there, that man is so powerful, he actually made such a big piece of ice!"

Yimulian followed Qing Xingdeng's line of sight, and was immediately attracted by the blue and white fox squatting next to the stall. The human who set up the stall was probably just setting up the stall, and it should be the one who actually made the ice.

Qing Xingdeng was still saying: "Go over and have a look, I'm a bit hot, I just went to buy one to cool off."

Yimulian glanced at Qing Xingdeng's sweaty head, then looked at the two lanterns in her hand that were shining with candlelight, and stretched out her hand: "I'll hold it for you."

Qing Xingdeng was suddenly interrupted by Master Fengshen's action, and couldn't think of how to respond for a while, so he was full of ummm, so he borrowed the universal compliment of Fengshen's "um".

"……Um."

Qing Xingdeng didn't expect Fengshen to take the initiative to help her get things, but Lord Fengshen seemed to be wrong.She just wanted to find a topic, and she was sweating because she was nervous, not because she was smoked by the lamp. However, if Master Fengshen can do this, let's just misunderstand.Fortunately, the monster does not have any sweaty smell when it sweats, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

After asking Yasha for money, Qingxingdeng pulled Yi Mulian to the side of the stall, but before he could express his excitement, the stall owner said, "Are you also here for Feng Leishen?"

Wind Thunder God?what is it

Qing Xingdeng turned his head to look at Yimulian, but Yimulian didn't speak, but his expression was obviously a little strange.She came with Fengshen, and came to visit the temple fair out of nowhere. Why did Master Fengshen seem to have prepared for it? What did she miss? Could it be that her memory was reset before she knew it?

Qing Xingdeng pressed the soul-absorbing lamp, thinking about secretly recovering his memory, the stall owner looked at her and smiled: "Don't be nervous, I'm just asking, I heard that the God of Wind and Thunder here is very magical, isn't it?"

The stall owner said the last sentence to the little fox lying on the side of the stall, Qing Xingdeng saw the so-called monster, strangely, there was no obvious evil spirit.Isn't it strange that this kind of creature is not normal at first glance?

This stall was quite weird, Qing Xingdeng felt a bit regretful that he came here without knowing it.

"This is my shikigami, called Xueyouhun." The stall owner touched the little fox's head with a smile, and said with emotion, "Otherwise, summer would be really hard."

Shikigami?

Yimulian frowned, then this person was an Onmyoji.

I heard that human onmyojis and samurai went to Mt. Oe to find Shuten-douji and the others to fight, how could they appear here.So, the Fengshen in Nagoya was also possessed by monsters?

Yimu Lian squeezed his fists, although he had guessed this before he came, but the appearance of the shrine in front of him reassured him a little, because it didn't look like a monster doing anything wrong, if it was really a monster, he did it too professionally.

The stall owner smiled and looked at Yimulian lost in thought, and handed the last popsicle to Qing Xingdeng, then closed the stall and said, "Okay, it's sold out, it's time to go."

Qing Xingdeng stared at the smooth and smooth movements of the stall owner, and finally swished the little fox named Xueyouhun beside him into a piece of paper, stuffed it into his cuff, and walked away eloquently, then murmured: "Onmyoji, It's an Onmyoji!"

No wonder humans and monsters can be together, it turned out to be onmyoji and shikigami.

Seems to be good together like this?

Yasha stared at Qing Xingdeng with an enlightened expression on his face and laughed.

"Why are you laughing, have you ever seen monsters and humans together?" Qing Xingdeng complained in a low voice.

"Why not?" Yasha continued to laugh, casually raised his finger and pointed, "There are so many here, look over there! Look over there!"

There were many people in the temple fair, and there were more people dressed as monsters, so they didn't pay much attention. At this time, Qing Xingdeng looked at the old monk who was playing the piano three booths away.

Then he turned his head to look at the other stall that Yasha pointed to. There was an uncle selling alcohol, and a civet cat was lying under the stall, drunk and unconscious.

The smell of wine... a bit familiar... seems to have smelled it somewhere.

Qing Xingdeng suddenly turned his head to look at Yimulian, and Yimulian turned his head to look at her at the same time, "That's it!"

"It turned out to be a civet cat!"

Was it really a monster?

This monster actually found it like this?

Yaksha next to him shrugged and folded his arms.What were these two thinking along the way, they were not as thoughtful as his bodyguard.However, as Qingqing's bodyguard, it is natural to see all directions and listen to all directions. Moreover, the Prajna who escaped just now is about to show up.

The author has something to say: Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts: Brother Lian passed by all over the world, and I feel so tired.