I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

Inugami was born from the Inugami method - a spell from Yin and Yang.

It was developed by the Izanaki school in Yinyang Dao.

Speaking of this, Monk Xiuyan coughed, "There are also rumors that the Izanagi school is actually a branch of the yin and yang family Abe."

The method of casting the spell is brutal.

Bury the dog in the ground with only one head exposed.To make it unbearably hungry, a piece of meat was put in front of the dog on the last day, which caused the dog to salivate. When he was about to stretch out his head to eat, the owner chopped it off with a knife, wrapped the dog's head in a cloth bag, and threw it into the sea.

As a result, the tortured dog turns into a dog god, attached to the owner, and moves with the owner's evil thoughts.

"For example, the man in this family."

"He usually works hard and has a good harvest, which makes people jealous."

"The dog god possessed by the master sensed this kind of malice, so he possessed the man."

"It's a bit fierce."

Kurokawa said.

"Very fierce."

The repairman nodded.

Then he said again.

"Thinking that I have traveled far and wide, and I don't know how many stories I have seen. I have a stomach full of stories——I seem to be telling people——"

"If only someone could walk with me and allow me to talk."

Shugenseng's tone was long and sighed, but apart from Kurokawa, there was no other creature that could bounce around here.

But no, barren mountains and wild mountains, what if the shugenshi suddenly gets up and cuts off his head—at that time, although Kurokawa thinks that the head can grow back, it's not good anyway.

"Then you wait here a little longer."

"Maybe someone behind will follow."

"I go first."

Hei Chuan picked up his luggage, waved his hand at Xiu Yanshi, and continued to walk down, and soon footsteps could be heard behind him.

"Speaking of Inujinfa, although it is brutal, I have another story that is comparable to it."

The repair master was chattering in the back.

"This incident happened in a wealthy village. The names are not important, but two people in the village are worth mentioning. They are a father and son."

"Father had two wives successively, and they gave birth to two sons for him respectively."

"For a long time, the father felt that the elder son was dull by nature and wanted to leave the family property to the younger son. So he tried to kill him."

"Of course I didn't dare to kill my father with a knife, so he thought of the spell of supernatural powers. He probably thought that as long as human beings don't know it, it doesn't matter."

"The curse is called Chou Shi Shen Curse. The scarecrow that is the object of the curse must be nailed to the god tree. It also requires the caster to be white all over, with a bronze mirror on his chest, high clogs on his feet, hair scattered, rewinding the five virtues, and the five virtues. Put three candles on it, participate in the ugliness for seven days, and use the mantra when it is ugly."

"and after."

The shugenshi sighed deeply.

"Father is dead."

Speaking of the ending, Monk Xiuyan shut his mouth tightly, tighter than a mussel.

The two walked forward in silence, and the silence and dark forest receded one by one behind them.

"I have a second story."

"Probably because there are many monsters in the mountains, human beings can always encounter strange things. This time the protagonist is a civet cat pretending to be a mountain god."

"It's said that civet cats are good at transforming, and they often tease humans—"

Xiuyanseng was about to continue, but was suddenly interrupted by Heichuan, "Father, why did father die?"

"Oh, this question."

The repairman put on a show.

"I really want someone to go on the road with and tolerate me talking and telling stories on the road."

Fires are lit in the forest at night.

The two sat opposite each other by the fire, and Shugenshi took out the yellow powder from his bag and sprinkled it around the two of them.

Kurokawa picked the firewood in the fire. He risked his head to hear the first story.

After Shugenshi finished spreading the powder, he sat by the fire.

"The father wanted to kill the eldest son, so he chose the spell of Chou Shi's incantation. It lasted for seven days without interruption. During these seven days, he had to cast the spell every night."

"However, if a family lives together, how can it be possible not to notice another person's changes?"

"The eldest son thought that his father was having a tryst with the third woman at night, but then he thought, how can a woman appear at night, it must be a mountain demon."

"So he followed up secretly, just in time to see the scene where his father was casting a spell at night."

"After the father left, the eldest son followed up to look, and found that the scarecrow nailed to the god tree had his name written on it."

"At the moment, his mind is torn apart. No matter what, he can't think that his father will curse himself to death."

"My heart was filled with angry confusion, so the eldest son took the opportunity to cheat and re-filled his name on the cloth inside the scarecrow—it was his younger brother's name."

"Perhaps with the thought of 'Since I'm cursed to die, let your favorite son replace me', the eldest son sat down to do such evil."

"Then on the third day, the elder son saw his father going out sneakily, he watched on and ignored him, but the younger son discovered the clue, so he quietly followed and followed his father into the godswood."

"After the father left, the youngest son also went up to observe and saw his father cursing himself."

"I was very angry at the moment, so I changed my name for the second time - I wrote the father's name on it."

Having said that, Xiuyan Seng took a deep breath.

"The world is really impermanent."

"On the seventh day, my father finally completed the last step of Chou Shi's curse."

"He returned home full of joy, looked at his elder son, and winked at his younger son. He just waited for the final result."

"Then."

"Because I went to cast a spell in the woods every night when I was ugly for seven consecutive days, and it was cold at night, so I got a wind chill."

"No medicine, no money, dead."

The monk Xiuyan nodded.

"Impermanence, really impermanence."

"Do you know where Choushi's curse came from?"

"where?"

"In the Heian period, Uji Hashihime died with resentment. She turned into a ghost and prayed to the god of the expensive ship to pray to the oracle.

"and then."

The repair master spread his hands: "There is no more."

Seeing that the bedtime story had been told, Heichuan wrapped his monk robe tightly, "Then I'll go to bed."

Heichuan remembered that during the day, he was blown in front of the Inugami by a demonic wind, and he was afraid that something would happen at night—it was not his accident, but that of the monk Xiuyan.

But presumably Xiuyanshi has brisk legs and feet, no matter what happens, he will definitely be able to outrun him.

At night, the moon is on the treetops, and the forest is silent.

The firepit has gone out.

Only bits and pieces left.

Monk Xiuyan didn't sleep. He sat aside, holding Buddhist beads, and kept chanting scriptures silently.

The black monk's robe wrapped like a human chrysalis on the opposite side moved, and the Zen staff leaning on the side was knocked down, and fell to the ground with a "crash".

It seems that there are spirits whistling in the mountains and forests, dancing with the wind.

Make a sob and shrill sound.

The Xiuyan monk held a Buddhist bead, and the prayers of the scriptures overlapped, and one person sang with a reverberating sound effect.

A dark mist floated from the body of the black chrysalis, but upon closer inspection, it looked more like a black shadow under the chrysalis.

Like the ever-spreading darkness.

The head has two horns, four arms, protruding fangs, and a small bag-like thing behind the head, which seems to have a mouth that keeps swallowing.

【pain. 】

The black mist made a sound, and when it collided with the air, it made an inhuman and quiet sound.

[We are in so much pain. 】

【please. 】

【I beg you to save us——】

The black shadow soared several times, its body was higher than the forest, and began to touch the sky, and with a scream that brushed his scalp, it suddenly rushed towards Xiuyanshi.

Xiuyanshi threw out a string of Buddhist beads, and when it hit the black shadow, there was a burst of golden light. The black shadow opened its mouth and swallowed the beads. Seeing this, Xiuyanshi immediately ran away.

No, very wrong.

During the day, he saw that this young man was full of auspiciousness and auspiciousness like a lotus flower.

Unexpectedly, at night, it turned into the yin energy condensed by ghosts—even more terrifying, making one suspect that the young man's body had been occupied by ghosts.All that was left was an empty shell of the flesh.

Ah, how to get out of this situation...

Shugenshi ran around and then went back.

Shouting while running: "Wake up—wake up—"

"I—and—a—story—"

"It's called three-faced and eight-eyed parade--"

Heichuan opened his eyes, and fell into the philosophical time of who am I, where am I, and what I am going to do, and began to think whether it is night or day, whether he is in the world or has already gone to hell.

After thinking for a long time, he finally moved his brain flexibly and remembered that he was on his way with a Shugenshi.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

The sound of panting rang in his ears, Kurokawa stood up and saw Shugenshi in front of him was sweating and steaming.

It seemed that he was secretly exercising while he was sleeping.

"This is you."

Xiuyan took a deep breath.

"just."

"There is a monster chasing you, and this monster still comes from inside me."

Kurokawa helped Xiuyan monk finish all the words.

He had heard exactly the same thing when he first moved to Miss Wakana's house.

The monk Xiuyan nodded.

He seemed to straighten his clothes, "You don't need to tell me the reason, everyone has their own secrets, of course I know."

"but."

"The monster in your body is very dangerous. If you need me, please ask me."

Heichuan sat up, the monk's robes were crumpled around his body, he covered the lower half of his face, hesitant to speak.

"Yes."

"There is one thing I really want to ask you."

"Three eyes and eight sides are parading—what kind of story is it?"