I didn't expect you to be such an onmyoji.

At this time, it was already dark, and there were no believers who came to worship in the shrine, and there were only stone lamps one after another on the lonely cobblestone road, which stretched the shadows of people long, and Yuan Dongshi followed Yazhen and Qingming's shadow walked forward, and occasionally heard a few crows, looking up, he could only see a pitch-black forest.

"I heard that a few days ago, many monks in the shrine went down to pray for the fourth daughter of the Fujiwara Chunayan family who fell ill."

When Yuan Dongshi was staring at the stones under his feet in a daze, he suddenly heard Qingming who was walking in front of him say that she looked up and stared at Mizhen's back, and there was nothing unnatural about Mizhen. Going up the wooden ladder in the corridor of the house, he said with a smile, "I haven't gone down the mountain for many years."

Qingming followed him into the corridor, with a slightly surprised tone in his tone: "It was my honor to listen to Master Mizhen's lecture on Buddhism many years ago, and I have been looking forward to hearing such incisive and profound Buddhist principles again." He shook his head and said with a little regret, "What a pity."

Mizhen smiled and said: "The Buddha's Dharma is vast and boundless, but my understanding is superficial, and I'm afraid I may mislead the world."

Qingming shook the bat fan in his hand, and said, "The Dharma is boundless, but it is also different for the beholder. Master Mizhen is an excellent guide."

Mizhen shook her head, but did not answer.

He led Qingming and Yuandongshi to the tea room and lit the lamp. Yuandongshi watched him take off his shoes behind Qingming and enter the room with only socks on. Put it down outside the door and walk slowly into the tea room.

"Hiyoshi Shinto Secret Records" records that when the missionary master Saisumi returned from the Tang Dynasty, he brought back tea seeds and planted them next to the Hiyoshi Shrine. The Japanese tea ceremony began at that time.Emperor Saga advocated Tang culture, and ordered tea trees to be planted in Omi, Tamba, Harima and other areas, and offered as offerings every year, which led to nobles drinking tea as an elegant style during the Hongren period.

However, after Emperor Saga abdicated and Emperor Uta ascended the throne, he stopped dispatching envoys to the Tang Dynasty. In addition, the leader of the Buddhist monks, Tiantai Zuozuo Liangyuan, forbade mixing bowls and sencha in the pujas in June and November, making it rare to taste it today. A sip of tea from Tang Dynasty.

Qingming lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down cross-legged, and Yuan Dongshi sat next to him, looking at the room with some curiosity.

The tea room is not big, and the layout couldn't be simpler. There is a faint scent of sandalwood mixed with green tea in the nose, which is particularly pleasant.On the wall facing the door is a copybook, written in cursive, imposing and unrestrained.Yuan Dongshi squinted his eyes for a long time before realizing that it was Lu Yu's "Six Enviable Songs".

Don't envy the gold base, don't envy the white jade cup.Don't envy entering the province in the morning, and don't envy entering Taiwan in the evening.Thousands of people admire the water of the West River, which once came down to Jingling City.

"Master Mizhen loves tea, and is especially good at cooking tea." Qingming said in Yuandongshi's ear, "All the nobles in Beijing are proud of Master Mizhen personally brewing tea and entertaining guests. Ji Jun is really lucky."

Genfuyuki nodded, feeling very proud. If her precious mobile phone with Ibaraki boy Arakawa's lord Xiaolunanqingxingdeng lying on it was still there, she would definitely take a few selfies to refresh the screen of Moments.

At this time, there is not much difference between the tea ceremony in Japan and the tea ceremony in China. First, roast the tea cake on the fire, then grind it into powder, draw the clear stream, light the animal charcoal, and add the tea powder slowly after the water boils. , and then put a little Wu salt.

This process is simple to say, but it takes a lot of time and patience to do it. The tea ceremony pays attention to "harmony, respect, purity, and stillness", that is, peace, respect, purity, and silence. This way was originally used by monks to concentrate their thoughts. So Mizhen didn't make a sound when cooking tea, just lowered his eyes to stack the utensils and crushed the tea powder. Although he was tall, his fingers were unexpectedly white, tender and slender. Looking at those hands flying between the tea set and tea cakes, Yuandong persimmon also thinks it is a kind of enjoyment.

The water in the courtyard outside the house is gurgling, and the startled deer under the zigzag bridge is filled with water, and then knocked on the stones, one sound, one sound, the birds parked in the courtyard are frightened, and the sound of flapping wings rises from the courtyard to the roof , and finally hide in the forest.

Mizhen poured the boiling tea into two teacups slowly, and made a gesture of invitation. Yuan Dongshi held the teacup in one hand and handed it to him. The aroma overflowing from the tea bowl.

Qingming sniffed the fragrance of tea, and said with a smile, "The phoenix chariot came back half-drunk looking for spring, and the immortal'e entered the water, and the imperial curtain opened. The peony flowers laughed and the golden tines moved, and Wu Xing's purple bamboo shoots came."

Mizhen smiled and nodded: "Mr. Qingming's guess is right, it is indeed Gu Zhu Zisun from Huzhou, Tang State."

"If I go back and say that I drank the purple bamboo shoot tea cooked by Master Mizhen, I'm afraid there will be many more people in Beijing who are jealous. This is a bit distressing." There is no sign of "distress".

Mizhen smiled and shook her head: "Mr. Qingming is broken."

"The unexpected joy is even more exciting." Qingming put down the tea bowl and said, "I came to visit Master Mizhen because of a distressing matter. A bowl of tea from the master made me feel that the trip was worthwhile. .”

Yuan Dongshi held the tea bowl and nodded secretly. Seimei, who was beating around the bush, finally got to the point.

On the opposite side, Yazhen put down the water in his hand, and said: "Mr. Seimei has been troubled recently. Could it be that the fourth daughter of the Fujiwara Chunayan family fell ill?"

Qingming nodded and said, "Exactly."

Mizhen looked at Yuan Dongshi, hesitantly said: "Then this Ji-jun is..."

Seimei sighed: "This is the fifth daughter of the Fujiwara Chunayan family."

Yuan Dongshi: "..."

Meow meow meow? ? ?

Yuan Dongshi looked bewildered, while Qingming sighed beside him: "Today, I am a prisoner who should not stay at home. This Ji Jun came to Yinyangliao from his residence on Siziaodalu, and from Yinyangliao to Tuyumen Road. I stayed at Xia's house because of her poor sister. I feel ashamed of being tired of running around like this, and I don't care about staying at home, so I followed this Ji Jun to Guichuan Shrine to look for you, master."

Mizhen also sighed, and looked at Yuan Dongshi with a bit of pity in his eyes: "Ji Jun has worked hard."

Yuan Dongshi gave Qingming a stiff look, and then said stiffly: "For my sister... I... don't work hard...."

Mizhen looked at Yuandongshi with a pleasing expression, and said, "Is there anything I can do for Ji Jun?"

Yuan Dongshi looked at Qingming, and Qingming said: "Master Mizhen is required to do the water divination for her personally." He said, he bowed to Mizhen, and said, "My sister is sick, this Jijun I am always uneasy in my heart, and I hope the master will do the water divination for her."

Seeing Qingming's sincere performance, Yuan Dongshi couldn't help sighing in his heart. Apart from being a beautician and school beauty, this person can also mix with the fresh meat of the showbiz. His acting skills can kill all the fresh meat in seconds.She sighed, covered her eyes with her sleeves, and said: "I also know that it is inconvenient to visit late at night to ask for hexagrams, but my sister is seriously ill, and I feel really sad. After thinking about it, I can only ask Master Mizhen for my sister It counts."

As a monk, Mizhen had a compassionate temperament, and his eyes were already moved at this moment: "Jun Ji came here for my sister, I feel ashamed in my heart, please move to the pool outside the tea room, and I will prepare water for Ji Jun immediately for divination."

When Yazhen went out to prepare the equipment needed for water divination, Minamoto turned his head and looked at Seimei expressionlessly: "I don't have a sister who is seriously ill, to be precise, I don't have a sister."

Qingming raised her eyebrows: "I haven't violated any taboos today."

Yuan Dongshi: "Oh."

"It's just that when I woke up, the time for Yingmao had passed."

Yuan Dongshi: "...so you just pretend to be a criminal and stay at home?"

Qingming smiled but did not answer.

Yuan Dongshi said sadly: "Cheating monks, Mr. Qingming, you will suffer retribution!"

Qingming smiled: "Ji Jun, you too..."

"Enough!" Yuandong Shi Erkang held his hand, then stood up, straightened his clothes, with a righteous face, "Everything is for my sister!"

Seimei opened the bat fan to cover the corners of her lips, and smiled softly.

When Yuan Dongshi tried water divination at Guishen Shrine, it was the maple viewing season in Kyoto. The shrine was crowded with people. Water divination in the pool.

Of course, when she saw the result, she wished she could be a quiet traveler.

At this time, it was already night at Kifune Shrine, and there was no one around the pool. Mizhen lit a lamp by the pool, and the small pool reflected a little bit of candlelight. With slightly wrinkled traces under it, Yuan Dongshi followed Seimei as he approached the pool, and saw his own blurred reflection on the water surface.

Holding a white paper talisman in one hand and a thin brush in the other, Mizhen asked, "May I ask Ji Junfang's name."

Yuanfuyu: "... Fujiwara... persimmon..."

Yazhen was taken aback, then laughed, and wrote "Fujiwara Persimmon" on the paper talisman.Qingming behind Yuan Dongshi had already laughed out loud: "It turns out that Ji Jun's name is so interesting."

Yuan Dongshi had no expression on his face.

Mizhen handed the paper talisman with his name written on it along with a dagger to Yuan Dongshi: "Please also ask Ji Jun to leave blood on the paper talisman."

Yuan Dongshi was stunned. When she tried water divination for the first time, she did not need blood. She took the paper talisman and the dagger, looked at the sharp blade of the dagger, and looked at the pulp of her left index finger. With her memory, she used the knife whenever she needed to chop dumpling stuffing.

In order to prevent her fingers from repeating the mistakes of dumpling stuffing, she turned her head to look at Qingming, and was about to hand the dagger to Qingming to help her finish it all when suddenly there was a roar of a beast outside the courtyard, and Yuan Dongshi was caught by this Shouting and trembling with fright, Mizhen said: "I guess it's a little ghost in the mountains, don't be alarmed, Ji Jun, go down and have a look."

Talking about the little ghost in the mountain, Mizhen no longer had the peace and tranquility in his eyes when he was cooking tea. He frowned, pursed his lips, and walked towards the direction where the voice came from, with firm and decisive steps.

Yuan Dongshi watched Mizhen walk away, only to hear Qingming behind him say: "Many years ago, Master Mizhen went down the mountain to set up an altar to teach Buddhism, and his reputation was well-known in Beijing. But the most profound thing about Mizhen is indeed not Buddhism." He slowly Walking to Yuan Dongshi, he took out the dagger in her hand, and said, "It's King Kong glaring."

Yuan Dongshi turned to look at him, but he saw a smile on his face, raised his hands, and gently stroked the dagger on his fingertips, blood beads burst out from the small wound, he moved too much Hurry up, Yuan Dongshi didn't have time to stop him, he could only watch him wipe the little blood on his fingertips on the paper talisman.

He turned his head to look at Yuan Dongshi's bewildered expression, and the smile on his face deepened, and he said: "You can't let Ji Jun hurt your hands, let me do this little thing for you."

Qingming's knife was very measured, leaving only a shallow scratch on the pulp of the finger. After wiping the blood beads on the paper talisman, no more blood would come out. He wanted to cut off a section of the inner garment that was exposed from the cuffs and bandage it up for him, he smiled and shook his head and said, "You can't show your secrets in front of Master Mizhen."

"But this blood is yours, so there will be no problem with water divination, right?" Yuan Dongshi asked.

"No." Qingming squinted his eyes and blew on the wound on his fingertips, and said, "Just now Jun Ji cried very realistically, no matter what, Master Mizhen will definitely give Ji Jun a good luck."

Yuan Dongshi: "... so your purpose is here."

Qingming lowered his hands, hiding his wounded fingers in the wide sleeves, and said with a smile: "Naturally, I want to ask for 'good luck' when I come to visit Master Mizhen."

While the two were chatting, Mizhen came in a hurry, and when he saw Yuan Dongshi, he said apologetically, "Ji Jun, I'm really sorry just now, the kid from Houshan disturbed you."

Yuan Dongshi quickly waved his hands and said, "It's okay, but I'm bothering Master."

"It's strange to say that there hasn't been any spirits near the Kifune Shrine for a long time, and I didn't see anything just now when I went out to inspect the shrine." Mizhen sighed, and then took the paper talisman from Yuan Dongshi, "Ji Jun has already put the blood Have you put a paper talisman on it?"

Yuan Dongshi glanced at Qingming, thinking that the weird cry before must be his masterpiece, she turned her head to look at Mizhen, nodded and said: "Yes."

Mizhen bent down and gently placed the paper talisman on the water surface. When he got up again, he saw Yuan Dongshi staring at the paper talisman on the water surface, and smiled: "Ji Jun, don't be nervous, the water divination is just a temporary test. Good or bad, those who get lucky may not have a smooth life, and those who get bad may not be miserable for the rest of their lives."

Yuan Dongshi naturally couldn't say that she had caught a fierce dog, and she never pulled out a big tengu, so she forced a smile: "I... just worried about my sister too much."

Mizhen said: "Miss Yuko, lucky people have their own celestial features, and they will surely turn bad luck into good fortune."

"Borrowing the auspicious words from Master." Yuan Dongshi replied, "I also believe that my sister will definitely recover."

Qingming saw that she was getting more and more decent, and the smile in her eyes deepened, Yuan Dongshi saw it out of the corner of her eye, the corner of her mouth twitched, and while Mizhen was away, she stomped Qingming's foot hard.The smile on Qingming's face didn't diminish, but she turned her head to look at the paper talisman in the pool, pretending to be surprised and said, "Miss Persimmon, look, it's 'Ji'."

As soon as he said "Miss Persimmon", Yuan Dongshi felt the blue veins on her forehead twitching constantly. She turned her head and looked towards the pool. On the white paper amulet floating on the water, there was indeed a big "" under the bloodstain. "Auspicious" word.

Mizhen clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, and said with a smile, "Mr. Ji, are you relieved this time?"

Yuan Dongshi nodded vigorously: "With the water divination hosted by Master Mizhen himself, I believe my sister will wake up soon."

At this moment, she just wants to wake up right away and krypton a 648 soft gift bag. With the fortune-telling blessing of Kibune Shrine, she will definitely be able to draw out the big tengu this time.

However, in the end, she still failed to wake up as she wished and took out her mobile phone to draw Shikigami. Instead, she bid farewell to Yazhen with Seimei and left Kibune Shrine.

It was already late at night, and it was almost time for Yuan Dongshi's supper, she walked down from the path where the lanterns were offered, touched her belly, and missed Zi Ji who always secretly kept supper for her.

Thinking of the black mark found on the side of Zi Ji's neck at noon, her mood also sank. After thinking about it, she still asked Qingming who was walking in front, and asked, "Mr. Is there any relationship between Ms. Fujiwara Yuko and Master Yazhen?"

After hearing her question, Qingming stopped and turned to look at her: "Ji Jun wants to know?"

Yuan Dongshi nodded, and said: "I passed that bridge with my friend before, and something happened to my friend."

"So Ji Jun searched on that bridge alone." Qingming smiled, and pointed to the lantern ghost floating on his shoulder, "and summoned this shikigami."

Yuan Dongshi wanted to cover his face with his hands, but refused to answer.

Qingming turned her head and continued to walk forward, saying as she walked, "Since Mr. Ji can summon Shikigami, he must know something about Onmyoji. I wonder if Mr. Ji has heard of 'Qiao Ji'?"

Yuan Dongshi nodded and said, "I heard something."

She has also heard the legend of Hashihime. In the original literary works, Hashihime is the incarnation of the bridgehead goddess of grief and love. Hashihime is compared to the eldest daughter of Prince Uji who died young.Then in the Muromachi period, and then in the Edo period, Hashihime evolved into a woman who drowned in the folk tales. She was full of resentment. If a man walked across the bridge at night, he would lure him into the water and drown him. When the beautiful woman passed by, she was forced to pull her into the water and drowned.

Yuan Dongshi thought for a while and asked, "You mean, the female ghost under the bridge is Qiao Ji?"

Qingming smiled and said, "I don't know the name of that Ji Junfang, but since she died under the bridge, let's call her Qiao Ji first."