This witch is a boy

There is a Buddhist temple nearby. If there is a plan, maybe it will be adopted by monks, survive smoothly, and maybe become a generation of eminent monks.

This is also the only thing he can do for this child as Guan Bai.

Whether this child is a saint who saves the world, or a monster who disrupts the world depends on his future fortune.

Chapter 86 Mother's Portrait

The baby's hands are so soft and harmless, quiet and peaceful, with eyes closed and sleeping peacefully, the unsuspecting appearance is a sight that adults cannot see.

Yoshida Kenju held the baby in his arms, just looking at his side face, a trace of unbearable flashed in his heart.

Originally, I wanted to decline the request from Tomiko Hino. After all, the general's wife, in the country where the general is the actual ruler, is a veritable queen.

Threatening her son's right to inherit is already unpopular enough, but I didn't expect that he would speak up as soon as he was born, scolding gods and Buddhas.

He was immediately classified into the ranks of "monsters". The youngest son of the general's family, who had a promising future, suddenly became a monster that had to be discarded.

Originally, the elder brother was no big deal. Now this child is one or two years old. In the Middle Ages, the child mortality rate was very high. Once the elder brother died, the baby in his arms might become a general who ruled Japan.

But following the curse (God) words, it suddenly disappeared like a dream bubble.

Yoshida Kenju sighed in his heart, reincarnated into the Shogun's family is a great blessing for the world, but such a blessing was lost by such a sentence.

If you were born with the first sentence, you will be the general of the Ashikaga family for thousands of years, so why is the first sentence so dirty!

In the late night sky, the stars were dim, and the warriors held up torches to illuminate the surroundings. Yoshida Kanetsu put the baby on the raft on the ground, and recited the Shinto classic "Nakatomi", and several onmyojis who followed him also followed him.

Now the rituals of onmyoji and priests have learned from each other for thousands of years. In fact, many rituals are similar, but there are still some differences in the core parts.

There were many conjectures in Yoshida Kenju's mind, and he vaguely felt that this child was not simple, because he himself did not understand the name of the god he scolded.

Blocked and confused, the god doesn't seem to want the world to know his name.

The eminent monks of the Shingon sect heard him scold Dainichi Tathagata, he heard him scold his ancestor Tener Yaming, some onmyojis heard him scold Abe Seimei, and the warriors heard him scold Hachiman Bodhisattva.

All in all, all in all, what everyone hears may be different in terms of gods, but it is absolutely unlucky to scold (human) gods as soon as you are born.

"Hehe Yangyang eliminates all unknown evils and travels far away."

The onmyoji's spell purified the nearby space, and there are no monsters staying nearby for the time being, but this does not mean it is safe, because the purification is only a short section of the river. Easily attracted to monsters.

This world is very dangerous, you can't just go into the mountains because of the tengu, you can't go to the river because of the kappa, you can't go to the bridge because of the bridge girl, even if you stay at home safely, you may meet a zashiki boy.

Putting the folding fan passed down from generation to generation by the general's family in the house in the baby's swaddle, this is probably the father's only kindness.

"Master Yoshida, Lord Yoshida, please let my child go, didn't you say that my child will become a great person like Lai Chaogong..."

Just as he was instructing the surrounding warriors to push the baby on board into the river, a woman ran over in a hurry, crying loudly, and threw herself directly on the ground.

"It's not a noble person like Lai Chaogong, but a monster. The god you dreamed of is not a real god, but..."

Yoshida Kaneju said coldly, just as he was about to say that the gods are also monsters, his heart became cold for a moment, and the spirit of the heart began to be restless.

You can't talk nonsense about gods.

Saying that a baby is an evildoer, even if it becomes a saint in the future, it can be said to be a natural ordeal, and it will be a good talk in the future, saying that the god in the dream is an evildoer, and Mao God is okay. If it is a righteous god, it is enough to make him whole Yoshida The family made chickens fly and dogs jumped, if you met such a stingy god as Sugawara Michizane, then needless to say, just drink arsenic and commit suicide.

Although a priest of his level cannot communicate with the gods with every word and deed, it is certain that the gods will be able to respond.

"But what?" Mrs. Yao Ji knelt down on the ground and directly hugged Yoshida Kenju's thigh and asked.

"What is it, isn't Mrs. Yaoji the clearest? In the imperial palace, it's widely circulated."

Yoshida Kaneju said cryptically, Mrs. Yaoji let go of her hand in a daze, and he couldn't help touching the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead. He didn't say that the god was a monster.

Just now, the turmoil in his heart gave him great anxiety. The gods of the Tang Dynasty could go to Japan to engage in transnational law enforcement. He can guarantee that as long as the gods are said to be evildoers, the sky will be struck by thunder.

"But no matter what, I gave birth to this child in October."

Mrs. Yao Ji wanted to snatch her child back from Yoshida Kenju's arms, but he pushed her to the ground, and two samurai held her arms, one left and one right.

Yoshida Kanetsu put the baby on the raft and the samurai around him pushed it with his hands, and the raft fell into the river and drifted with the water.

"do not want!"

Mrs. Yaoji yelled and fell to the ground in a faint. The monks recited the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vow Sutra", the onmyojis recited the "Taishan Fujun Sacrifice", and Yoshida Kenju recited "Nakatomi".

All sacrificial rites have one core, that is reincarnation. In everyone's eyes, the abandoned baby is either eaten by monsters or starved to death, because the baby has never drank any milk since birth.

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"My child, my poor child, come to mother..."

A warm and distant voice like a mother sounded in the river, and the baby floating with the river on the raft opened his eyes.

Ying Siguang looked at the sky, and then looked around, he was turning into a baby, being put on a raft and drifting.

"Jingzi, what did you do to me?"

Doubts arose in his heart, why would he be reborn, if he died, he should go to Huang Quanguo, it is absolutely impossible that there will be a procedure of reincarnation.

Because this is the characteristic endowed to him by the Godhead of Huang Quanjin, that's why he was curious.

No, my godhead is gone.

Sensing the state in his body, Ying Siguang felt joy in his heart. There was no filthy and decayed power in the underworld, and there was only new life power.

Although the spiritual power needs to be re-cultivated because of becoming a baby, it is really very happy to not have the power of Huang Quanguo.

The memory was stripped away, Ying Siguang had some understanding in his heart, and the matter about Taishan Fujun was being blocked bit by bit.

Attracted by the operation of Hachiman Bodhisattva's martial arts throughout the country, together with the six pure scorpions of Yoshida Shinto, as well as the belief in Dongzhao attached to the body, the belief in Inari God, and the belief in Tiantian's female destiny, the Taishanfu will be held. Jun Ji.

What was Ying Siguang still thinking about, even though his memory was being blocked bit by bit, he still couldn't help thinking about what happened.

A woman sat on a raft, picked him up in her arms, and kept saying "my child."

mother?

Ying Siguang was puzzled, his mother died when he was very young, he and his elder sister were the ones who depended on each other since childhood, and the elder sister took his mother's place and took care of him since childhood.

Although he felt that it would be nice to have a sister without a mother, but he really wanted to see his mother and what his mother was like.

There is kindness in the gentle face, and deep concern in the eyes, which is the same as the way my sister looks at me, but different.

In the eyes of my sister, he is just a naughty younger brother who will never grow up, but in the arms of the mother in front of him, he is a child who will never grow up, a child who can be spoiled for a lifetime.

"Son, be with mommy, be together, be one."

The mother said so, holding the baby in her arms tightly in her arms, and stuffing her body inside.

"Okay, with mother and sister."

Ying Siguang said yes in his heart, closed his eyes, lay in his mother's arms, and merged with his mother.

Under the light of the water, the mother holding the baby reflects a faceless person, and a shining arrow falls into the water.

The mother yelled, put the baby in her arms back into the raft, and looked around in panic.

"No girl, even if you lose your own child, don't take other people's child away, even if the child is abandoned by your own parents."

A cold voice sounded in the night, a witch in white clothes and scarf pants was standing on the shore, holding a bow and arrow that had just been lowered in her hand.

Even at the moment when the stars are dim, the shadow reflected in the water is still so beautiful, as cold as a fairy who does not eat the fireworks in the world.

"This is my child, my lost child."

The existence named "Wu Nu" tightly guarded the baby on the raft behind him, like an old hen guarding its cubs, and said loudly.

"Your child died in the war half a month ago. This is not your child."

The witch said without any emotion that the "Onin Rebellion" that broke out half a month ago is still continuing. The Eastern Army and the Western Army are still fighting each other. Many people have lost their parents, brothers, and mothers. own children.

The Wunu in front of me is a monster, a monster born of the resentment of a mother who lost her child due to war and famine, so once she meets a child who has lost her parents, she will desperately send her away because of the love of a mother in her heart. Holding the child in my arms, just like when I conceived and gave birth to the child, I integrated the child into my body and absorbed it thoroughly.

It is a dead end for babies, because no daughters are just monsters born from the shattered souls of mothers who lost their children, not real humans, nor mothers.

"You lie, this is my child, my child!"

The witch said loudly, just as she stretched out her hand to hold the baby in her arms, an arrow shining with spiritual power pierced Wunv's body.

"This is my child..."

Wunu saw the sleeping baby with a loving expression on her face, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but before her hand touched the baby's face, her whole body turned into light spots and disappeared.

The baby fell from mid-air, and when it was about to fall into the river, he caught the baby beautifully with both hands, and then he said softly, "Good boy, don't be afraid, sleep well, you'll be fine when you wake up. "

Chapter 87 Ikkyu Zongchun

The sleeping baby was so peaceful in her arms, the witch stroked the baby's side face with her hands, and felt more and more beautiful, it was really a beautiful child.

When I grow up, I don't know how many girls' hearts I will cheat.

The witch was thinking in her heart, looked at the folding fan in the baby's arms, took it over curiously, stretched out her hand to open the fan, the crimson fan was obviously painted by a famous artist, and then her face changed.

Looking at the baby in his arms, the expression also becomes complicated. The folding fan "Luyuan fan" passed down from generation to generation in the Ashikaga family, is this child from the Ashikaga family?

With displeasure on his face, he wanted to throw the baby into the river when a voice of reciting poetry came.

The beauties love each other deeply, and the Louzi old Zen chanted upstairs.

I hugged my eyelashes and kissed, and gathered my body and mind without fire.

The witch frowned, and turned to the poet. What she could see was an old monk in tatters who was reciting poems.

"Hello, beautiful maiden. When I see this young lady holding a child, I'm afraid it's hard to tell. It's inconvenient to live in the shrine. If you don't mind, I would like to have a good relationship with you, and the baby will also be raised by the old monk." .”

Seeing the witch turned her head, the monk said happily, making the witch frown.

This is a monk, you, a monk who looks like you are in your 50s and knows your destiny, actually recites such obscene poems in person, it is simply unbearable.

Thinking about it, she has been famous for a long time, and she is quite famous for shuttling among big names and dignitaries in various places. Even the lord of a country is polite to her, and the dignitaries are all proud to see her. I didn't expect to be molested by an old monk now. up.

"Girl, I see that you are young, so why can't you think about drowning your own child? I think you are also a successful witch. Since ancient times, the family of gods and Buddhas. God is Buddha, Buddha is God, priests are monks, monks It’s the priest, the witch is the nun, and the nun is the witch, the nun and the witch belong to the family, the monk and the nun’s family, and the girl and the old monk’s family raise their children together, which can be described as a great joy.”

The monk's crazy words made the witch angry and funny, she looked at the monk with a vaguely unfriendly look, and said in a cold tone, "Monk, you really want to be with me."

"Family, family, naturally, the girl is willing to be with the old monk's family, naturally, I want it, I want it."

The old monk said happily, the witch stepped on the river and looked at the monk, showing a smile, like a beautiful flower in full bloom.

In an instant, the sound of an arrow piercing through the air resounded, and the piercing arrow turned into a ray of light before it fell at the feet of the old monk.

"It's not a good thing for a girl to be too murderous. It seems that I can only sacrifice my life to feed demons in order to save the demonic nature of the girl."

The monk sighed, she didn't even see how the arrow fell on the ground.

"May I ask which eminent monk from the five mountains and five temples, why bother to tease the little girl?"

The witch put away the joy in her heart and looked at the old monk. She was just an old monk who didn't abide by the Buddhist rules, but she didn't expect to meet an eminent monk.

"The old man Yixiu Zong purely wants to form a good relationship with the girl, but he doesn't want to offend the beautiful woman, Amitabha, sin and sin."

Yixiu Zongchun clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and yelled about his sins, but it was a bit funny no matter how you looked at it.

"You are the prince, Master Yixiu."

The witch showed a surprised expression. The old monk in front of her was actually the master Ikkyu.

"The girl was joking, there is only Yixiu Zongchun here, there is no prince, no way, no way, the girl is just joking."

The old monk waved his hand and said carelessly, but his eyes were fixed on the child in the arms of the witch, "Miss, the child seems to have been frozen for a while, can I let the old monk take him home and let my disciple take care of him?"

"Master Yixiu, do you know who this child belongs to..."

The witch thought that Ikkyu didn't know the baby's identity, and was about to say it when Ikkyu interrupted, "I only know that this child is just a baby, a poor child who was abandoned by his parents when he was born."

"Master Ikkyu, this is the child of your enemy, the Ashikaga family. In his swaddling clothes is the Luyuan Fan passed down from generation to generation by General Ashikaga's family. This child is the general's son. He is the great-grandson of the Ashikaga Yoshimana national traitor and a traitor. The descendants of Ashikaga Takauji, if they are Master Ikkyu, they should be able to understand..."

Speaking of this, the witch mentioned two names, the three-generation general Ashikaga Yoshimitsu who unified the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the general Ashikaga Takaji who founded the Muromachi Shogunate.

"It doesn't matter. In my eyes, he is just a child. If he is hugged by a girl, he is the girl's child. If he is hugged by the old monk, he is the old monk's child."

Monk Yixiu shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand and said, "If the girl doesn't want it, can you give me the child."

"Master Yixiu, don't you want to take revenge on the country?" The witch said loudly, her tone full of indignation.

"I'm just a monk, all this has nothing to do with me."

Monk Yixiu said calmly, the voice made the witch almost go crazy.

"Why are you, the prince, like this? If it weren't for Ashikaga Yoshimitsu, you would be the current emperor."

The witch girl was very angry. Ikkyu Zongjun's father was Emperor Komatsu, and his mother was Fujiwara Teruko.