I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

The little man god was a little scared.

He glanced at Kiemon cautiously, and then grabbed Kurokawa's pants and Kiemon—really? Peekaboo, Kiemon walked left, and the villain turned right. Emmon blows his beard.

"Am I so ugly?"

The villain god poked his head out from the other side and explained in a low voice: "No...it's just that we are like fire and water, we cannot mix or collide."

Kiemon didn't understand.He is still a new god who has been worshiped for no more than four years. He is as tender as a green sprout. He doesn't understand why the little man said such a thing. He stretches his neck and leans forward to see if he will really understand explode.

The other party jumped back in fright, then tripped over a stone and began to wipe away tears.

The voice is thin.

"It's not like that."

"We are gods belonging to two nations."

He raised his eyes, a bit like the two-dimensional watery ones of hand-made dolls, "There is blood and deep hatred between each other."

Kiemon: "But that's something from the previous generation."

"If you are referring to the several wars in which Yamato expelled the Einu people, it is at least 1000 years away from us. Neither you nor I participated in it. Why should the hatred of the previous generation continue to the present?"

The little man shook his head: "No."

He looked at Kiemon, still with that weak and slender appearance: "You are still a new god, you really don't understand anything."

He pointed at himself, and then at Kiemon, "Even now, there is a bloody hatred between us."

"You should have seen that ocean after you became a god."

It is the vast and peaceful sea.

Kiemon saw his own reflection in it—a well-behaved, peaceful reflection.

Little Man God: "Have you ever thought about what will happen to you after that ocean dries up?"

He whispered softly: "You will die."

Kiemon frowned: "What are you kidding?"

How could that vast, seemingly endless ocean dry up.

The little man put his hands behind his back: "Why won't it dry up?"

"If in the race war, the Einu tribe kills the Yamato tribe, let it forget about the extinction."

"That will be it."

Kiemon was taken aback.

Little God: "The competition between us is completely different from the competition between you and other Yamato gods."

"We are the confrontation between the ethnic groups. If one ethnic group clears the other ethnic group, the entire pantheon of the losing party will be extinct."

"But among you, if the god is dead or disappears, the sea of ​​belief is still the same sea, there is no difference."

Little Man God: "You have noticed the difference between us, right?"

"A group of people can only believe in one series of gods, such as your Gao Tianyuan, or our Ezo God."

"You also know how to believe in the birth of gods."

"That is to engrave the traces of faith in the other party's ancestors, and leave the message of the gods in the other party's genes. It seems that when human beings see the darkness, they will guess the danger hidden in it and feel fear-humans will also think when they see the gods. , This is the god, the god who is high above, should be believed in and worshipped."

"As for why to believe, why to worship, why to be afraid."

"People don't think about it."

"I just think it's something left by my ancestors. Just do it."

The villain god pointed to his chest: "This belief is not hidden in the flesh, not in the organs and bones, but in a deeper place, which is difficult to remove."

"We are born against each other and cannot blend."

Kiemon sat on the slanted tree trunk, "Because of the conflict of beliefs... is this the reason for the war?"

"Um……"

"no."

The villain intertwined his hands: "It is not because of the inspiration of the gods that the wars between the ethnic groups occur, but because of the wars between humans-so the gods of the ethnic groups confront each other."

"The gods are tied to humans, and when the human race dies, the gods will also die."

"So if the human race wants to fight for the land, the gods must also dance with it."

"The gods live on the belief of human beings, and they are like kites in the sky, floating everywhere."

"When the human race dies, the strings that tie the kites will break."

"Humans forget them, and the kite will lose its grip."

Kiemon was a little discouraged, whether it was Jixiangtian or the current villain God, the gods were a little pitiful.

Little God: "God is not pitiful."

"Do you know how solid the collective subconscious is? As long as human beings are still human, they will need faith, and they will need gods—or some kind of spiritual dependence, so that gods will not die."

"And, as long as there are believers, God can live forever."

"Can humans?"

Kiemon scratched his head: "From what you say, the gods are quite powerful."

It's just not as powerful as imagined-but, what does the imaginary god look like?

It is omnipotent, it represents a certain kind of rule, it is earth-shattering, and it is as indestructible as the laws of nature. To be honest, if you have this kind of thinking, is it also some kind of collective subconscious?

The villain God nodded: "Of course it is powerful to believe in God, otherwise you Yamato God would not have spent thousands of years to transform yourself from a nature god to a god of faith."

……

Mang Jian had a little doubt.He was the one who clearly asked to see the villain, he was the one who sneaked into the secret room of the macang and took the gems, and it was he who asked about the history of the Einzo people.

Why is it at the end.

Did Kiemon mutter here?

Talking is better than nothing, Mang Jian jotted down the details of the information between Kiemon and the villain, and took advantage of the gap between their conversations to ask some trivial questions of his own.

I finally sorted out the information on the Einu people that Mr. Yongji wanted to collect.

The villain waved his hand to tell them not to thank them.

He loves to help others.

However, I still hope that Mang Jian can send himself back to the Asakang family, "Because the Einu tribe has perished, although there are still a few people, but they are all completely mixed. They accept the culture of Yamato and learn their language and characters. ...has forgotten us."

"I can only survive in Ma Cang's house."

The little man got into the gem.

Mang Jian got up and sent the other party back to the secret room.

Kiemon was watching outside to avoid being caught by the Asakura cat with two tails.

Kiemon watched Misaki leave, staring at his sneaky back in a daze, thinking where did Misaki learn the art of burglary and how he was so proficient.

A burst of fragrance came from behind.

Kiemon Akira.

Then the hairs stand on end.

He didn't realize when the person behind him appeared.

Kiemon didn't turn his body.

But he can detect the shape of this person slightly.

女性

The bun is high.

The costumes are weird.

She seemed to bend down, and she could faintly smell the fragrance getting stronger: "You are Kiemon."

A sheet slipped from her sleeve and landed right next to Kiemon's paw.

"Congratulations on your successful entry into Gaotianyuan. You can go to the office to register at the reception desk to obtain the official qualifications."

Kiemon shook his beard: "Oh——I know, I know."

He dared not turn around.

Then I heard the woman behind me laughing: "What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again."

Kiemon turned around and lowered his head: "How good is this?"

Bian Caitian smiled and said, "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Jixiangtian can call me a bastard in front of you, so what's the point now?"

Kiemon's tail stood up.

Biancaitian squatted down, looked at her with beautiful eyes that seemed to be passionate, and was fascinated, "But Jixiangtian scolded me, I am very happy."

"Don't be like her. It makes me unhappy."

He bowed slightly to Kiemon, and then disappeared.

Kiemon smacked his mouth.

I always feel that it is very subtle.

Mangjian put away his things here and went outside, seeing Kiemon licking his paws and thinking about a problem, and there was a piece of paper beside him.

After careful questioning, I realized that the eloquent genius had arrived.

But Mang Jian didn't see it, he seemed to have a natural radar for avoiding the gods.

"My goodness is eloquence."

Mang Jian said: "The original body is the ancient Indian goddess Sarasjadi, and the real body is a big river in northwest India. She is known as the god of harvest, music and learning, and debate."

"After it was introduced to the island of Honshu, it was called Bian Cai Tian. It was regarded as the god of water and the god of snakes. Because of talent and wealth, it was often called Bian Cai Tian by the folks, and had the title of the God of Gathering Wealth."

"Since the introduction of Biancaitian, many people in the folk have assigned the matter of Jixiangtian to Biancaitian, and Jixiangtian has gradually been replaced by Biancaitian."

Mang Jian: "He is wearing a suit and a shawl?"

"Although I haven't seen it, I remember you said that Jixiangtian has two different clothing styles—it seems to be corresponding."

Mang Jian said again: "Do you still remember the time when the feather fox haunted the capital?"

"Ne was born like an adult male, but with legs in the shape of a beast."

Kiemon wondered, "What does this represent?"

Mang Jian said: "The reason why Nue became that half-human, half-animal form is because he is replacing Abe Seimei, so people's impression of Abe Seimei is reflected on him."

"Presumably the same is true for Debating Talent."

"After merging the two images, she is neither herself nor Ji Xiangtian, but a product of a mixture."

Kiemon was sneaky: "I think... Benzaiten may be to Jixiangten..."

Hesitant to speak.

I want to give up and change my rest.

Mang Jian looked at him: "You have read too many Lily light novels and anime."

The notice that Kiemon received stated that he was required to go to Takamahara to complete the registration procedures within three years.

This time is long enough, three years, and the children born will be soy sauce, but whoever told the gods in the sky to live a leisurely life, naturally they will not race against time like the government agencies in the world.

He pinched the notice and looked left and right, and said in amazement, "Gao Tianyuan is modern enough."

Kiemon read aloud: "Registration location: a small building on the third floor on the right side of the Takamahara Tenno Floating Bridge."

"Sounds like City Hall."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head and looked at Mang Jian: "When do you think I will go?"

Just like when Masami and Kiemon were discussing which university to go to, moving to Takamagahara was a rare event for Kiemon. So he had to discuss it with Mang Jian.

Think of it as a family meeting.

Mang Jian thought about it: "You should collect an artifact first."

"Didn't everyone say that the gods need to use artifacts to be effective? When the time comes, you will take one or two with you to support the scene."

"It just so happens that this is Mount Osor."

Mang Jian looked around: "The soul should be easy to find."

Kiemon was nervous, making a contract with human souls - this matter is too new to say, after all, he used to be a cat, and his biological age is still an upright, youthful, fat guy in the cat world.

"That won't work."

"It's kind of difficult to implement."

"Do you think I should prepare a self-introduction first?"

He was so nervous that his head cramped all the way, muttering about a plan, overturning a plan, until Mang Jian pointed to a small white dot and said, "Here, look, this is the soul."

"It seems that Ore Mountain has come to reincarnate."

Mount Fear has been known as the Underworld since ancient times.

When Kiemon heard that, he stopped and stood in the way of others' Huangquan Road. No matter how you say this, it is not right. He shook his head and shook his head to shake off the cat's hair: "No, no, no, it's a bit wicked."

Mang Jian covered his eyes with one hand, took his paw and broke it off: "You should be forced by me, it's all on me."

"It's up to you."

Kiemon sighed: "I always feel that you said that the reincarnation of life and death is good for people, that they deserve life and death, and you ask me to intervene sideways to make them jump out of the five elements and not be in reincarnation. You can still comfort yourself, if you meet someone who doesn’t want to be like this—you say, isn’t this a bit of a crime.”

Kiemon refused to let go, and kept yelling that he was squatting in a fat house and had social phobia, and he couldn't talk to outsiders casually.

Mang Jian glanced back at Ma Cang's mansion, recalling whether he had left any evidence for others to catch him. After thinking about it for a while, he was very well prepared, and flew back to the temporary residence in Neiwan.

When I went back, I happened to meet Yongji and his wife who had returned. When I had dinner at night and talked about what I had seen during the day, Kurokawa said that he had been in bed and rested all day. Think about what happened at Ma Cang Mansion today.

Perhaps it was for the sake of the head of a certain class, the butler of the Ma Cang family did not refuse to lead them into the inner room, and an old man who seemed to have a high literary quality came forward to entertain the guests, and the two talked back and forth. Talking about the Einu tribe, it helped Mr. Yongji to open up a lot of ideas.

Just going to continue talking.

But a person came in in a hurry and whispered something like a thief in the ear of the other party.

The old man is very sorry.

That's the end of this conversation.

Yongji Xijiang sighed: "I heard that because of this incident, the Ma Cang family mansion will be closed for a long time, and there is no chance to visit again."

It's all because of him.

Heichuan turned his head and thought for a while, then swallowed what was in his mouth: "Teacher, I have a friend..."

I have been working as an onmyoji for generations, so I must know something about this matter. I will ask him to see if I can get some news.

Heichuan used his friend as a shield without any guilt, and thought in his heart to sort out the information that the villain said, and send it to the other party when the time comes.

……