Onmyoji Shikigami Don't Cry

Chapter 363
Suzaku Forest.

After Shuten-douji left with Ibaraki-douji and the others, only Chen Beibei and his shikigami were left in the Suzaku forest.

Ha... the ghost girl Hongye?
Of course she left with Shuten-douji!

Chen Beibei has newly exchanged divination, which is a brand new yin and yang technique, because there is a price to use, so Chen Beibei has not used divination yet.

Although there is a chance to use it for free once a month, there is nothing particularly interesting to know right now.

So it's better to keep it for later when you need it.

"Master, now Shuten-douji's mission has been completed, can we go back to Qinghe town?"

Zashiki Doji looked at Chen Beibei and asked him.

The purpose of leaving Qinghe Town before was to prevent Shuten-douji from killing too many humans, but now this matter is over.

and.

During the period of leaving Qinghe Town, Chen Beibei also gained some important partners.

Master Kaifang, the third brother of Tiaotiao, and Shantu...

"Well, let's go back."

Chen Beibei looked at Zashiki-douji and said slowly.

It has been a long time since I left Qinghe Town. I remember that when I left Qinghe Town, the winter snow had not completely melted and the wintersweet was cold and independent.

Now the ground is withered and yellow, and the autumn wind is bleak.

I don't know what happened to Sanweihu and Chen Yan...

……

Santu Riverside.

It was dark, desolate, and cold, and the air was so thin that it was suffocating.

Bianhua was already standing on the far bank of the river, and Xun was still driving a boat in the direction of Bianhua in the Santu River.

"Big sister, wait for me."

Xun shouted while speeding up, even so, he was still far behind by the other side.

Bianhua's clothes were wet with water, sticking to her body wetly, and so was her hair, but even so, she couldn't see a trace of embarrassment.

Such other shore flowers.

It has a more charming temperament.

Bianhua did not wait for Xun, but walked barefoot on the bank of the Santu River, as if exploring this piece of land.

Xun soon followed.

This is Xun's first stopover at the Santu River, because this place is uninhabited, and most of the ghosts from hell live in it.

The Santu River is just a somewhat mysterious river passing through hell.

Everyone says that this is a river full of resentment, because it seems to reject everything in this world, be it good or evil.

Therefore.

When everyone passed the Santu River, they were also cautious, for fear that the water of the Santu River would touch their bodies.

Not to mention staying on the Santu River.

Xun carefully climbed up the river bank, and then chased after the back of Bian Hua, the river still flowing silently behind him.

"Big sister, what are you doing here?"

Xun looked at Bianhua and asked her.

"I'll just live here."

Bianhua didn't answer Xun's question, but looked at the barren space and said with sad eyes.

Bianhua has loved many humans.

Those human beings also love Bianhua, but the final result is pitiful, and human beings will always leave Bianhua.

The story hidden in Bianhua probably needs to be told for a long time.

And most of these stories are sad, desperate, and painful, so Bi Anhua doesn't want to tell them, and she doesn't want to live with human beings.

Every flower in the world has its own story.

but.

Only the story of Bianhua is the most unbearable to read, because the things described in it are often too uncomfortable.

[Manzhushahua (red Bianhua): It means endless love, a precursor to death, and the call of hell.

Datura Flower (White Bana): Endless Missing, Desperate Love, Letter from Heaven. 】

"Do you really want to live here?"

Xun looked at Bianhua, and asked with some doubts.

The banks of the Santu River seem to be too desolate. Living here will give people the feeling of being very lonely.

perhaps.

For hundreds of thousands of years, no one would stay on the Santu River.

No one will go to the Santu River.

The charming beauty of the Bianhua flower, perhaps, forever... will never be discovered by anyone, and no one will admire it...

"Ah."

Bianhua replied.

When Bianhua spoke, she lowered her head and stared at the ground under her feet, as if caught in some memories.

Subsequently.

A red Bana flower grew from her feet.

Bewitching.

Surprising.

Ever since Lord Yan Mo said "Hell is too desolate, if only plants could grow." Xun has imagined the scene in front of him countless times in his mind.

Xun held his breath, even his heartbeat was as slow as possible...

The other shore flower pierced the soil on the ground, and the petals spread out towards the surroundings, and then the straight stems rose rapidly.

One...two...three...innumerable...

Flame-like red.

Plants finally appeared in hell, and colors also appeared. Plants represent oblivion, and the color is the most gorgeous crimson.

Like the color of blood, the color of the heart, and the color of certain deep loves that pierce the heart.

……

The sea.

In the world, the ocean is much more open than the land. When trains and planes were not popular, there was often only one way to go to a relatively distant place, and that was the sea route.

Monk Kukai crossed the sea to Chang'an to pray for Buddha, and Abe Nakamaro did the same, but one went back and the other stayed in Chang'an forever.

cross the sea.

Always accompanied by the threat of death, people who can do these things with their own lives are always worthy of respect.

After Monk Kukai went back, he let the big tree of Buddhism bloom in Fusang, and left many good stories in Datang.

Abe Nakamaro wanted to return to China many times, but failed.

The last time, when encountering pirates, more than 100 people on the same boat died, and Abe Nakamaro was also considered to be involved in this disaster.

Poet fairy Li Bai wrote a mourning poem for Abe Nakamaro with the pain of his friend's death.

[Cry Chao Qingheng

——Li Bai

Japan's Chao Qing resigned as the imperial capital,
Zhengfan circled the pot.

The bright moon does not return to Shen Bihai,
The white clouds are full of sorrow. 】

"If monk Kukai becomes an onmyoji, he should also become a great onmyoji who can stand in the same position as Abe Seimei-sama."

Guan Hu looked at the undulating sea and said so.

Guanhu at the moment.

It is the image of a graceful and luxurious woman, this is her human form, just like those well-educated and well-educated women.

Guanhu knows many things about monsters, and also knows many things about humans.

All this is due to her previous master, the descendant of Ashiya Domitsu, a monk who lived in Mahjong Temple.

the monk.

In the past few decades, I have been collecting stories and clues about these monsters and humans, and then I have been around Qingdenggu.

"Guanhu, there is still a long way to go home, or...you can tell the story of that monk Kukai."

Chen Beibei lay on the boat, the autumn sun was no longer hot.

The sun fell on the body, and there was a sense of comfort to dispel the chill. The monsters also gathered on the deck, enjoying the sunshine.

"Okay, but what should I tell? There are too many stories about Monk Kukai."

Guan Hu frowned slightly.

If you know too much, you probably have such troubles.

"It started when he went to Chang'an."

Chen Beibei saw Guan Hu's hesitation, so he had to make a decision for her.

"Ok."

Guanhu nodded, and then began to tell the story about Monk Kukai.

……

Monk Kukai has a friend named Itsuki Tachibana, who is also a very powerful person.

However, Monk Kukai's identity was a monk studying abroad in the Tang Dynasty, while Tachibana Yishi went to the Tang Dynasty as an envoy to the Tang Dynasty.

Encountered some problems on the way, some of the companions fell into the sea and died, but Kukai and Tachibana still reached Chang'an.

When logging in.

It was only by relying on the literary talent of Monk Kukai that he wrote an article that caused ripples in Chang'an's literary world, and was able to land.

In the days that followed.

Monk Kukai met a utensil demon, not long after he landed. In an inn, the chef encountered a strange thing.

Every day, the chef will secretly burn a few chestnuts to eat when he is cooking.

result.

One day, as soon as the chestnuts were cooked, he stretched out a hand from the hole in the wall and asked the chef to give it the chestnuts, but the chef had to give it.

From then on, whenever the chef finished cooking the chestnuts, that thin hand would stretch out to ask for the chestnuts. The chef was very distressed about this matter, and had no choice but to tell others.

Monk Kukai happened to be in that inn, so he decided to help him settle the matter.

Monk Kukai told the cook to continue cooking the chestnuts while they hid behind a curtain, waiting for the emaciated hand to appear.

really.

Soon, the hand appeared.

It's just that I didn't know who it was at the time. When I saw that hand, I screamed in surprise, and the hand quickly retracted.

Monk Kukai went to check the other side of the wall.

He had been thinking about this matter all night, and soon, he thought of a possibility, so he went to the inn early the next morning.

"Have you lost something recently?"

Monk Kukai asked the chef.

"no."

the chef replied.

"Think about it, maybe it's just a very common thing..."

Monk Kukai continued.

"Ah... I remembered, I lost a spatula not long ago, because it was broken, I can't continue to use it..."

the chef replied.

"Then, this matter, I already know what's going on."

The smile on Monk Kukai's face looked extraordinarily confident, which even Tachibana Yishi envied.

……

"Guess, why did Monk Kukai say he already knew what was going on?"

Guan Hu suddenly paused his narration, but asked Chen Beibei and the monsters around him.

"Ah, Sister Guanhu, you are good or bad. I didn't finish the story, which made me so fascinated..."

Yingcao said somewhat unwillingly.

"Is it related to the spatula?"

Zashiki Waruji replied after serious consideration.

Monk Kukai said "I know what's going on" after asking the chef, so Zashiki Waruji's answer is basically correct.

"Ah."

Guan Hu replied.

"But... what does a spatula have to do with hands?"

Yingcao asked.

The irritable Yingcao just wants to listen to the story quietly, and doesn't want to guess anything.

"It should be a monster turned into a spatula. Yingcao, don't you think that the shape of a spatula is similar to that of a human hand?"

Zashiki Warji looked at Yingcao and said to her.

"Is it really?"

Yingcao looked at Guanhu and asked her.

The clouds in the sky float slowly, the sun falls on the body, it is very comfortable, and there will be some breeze when the boat is moving forward.

Guanhu smiled slightly.

"Once something in contact with human beings has been used for more than 20 years, it is easy to generate consciousness, thus gathering aura and turning into a monster."

Guan Hu said.

"Ah... so it's Fu Sangshen..."

Yingcao patted herself on the head, knowing that there was a monster like Fu Sangshen, but she just didn't remember it.

Utensils can easily become such monsters.

Of course, there are other things, such as brooms, umbrellas, etc...

"Sister Guanhu, how did you solve this last matter?"

Yingcao looked at Guanhu and asked her.

"Monk Kukai found a discarded old spatula behind the wall the day before, after knowing that it was such a thing.

Monk Kukai asked the chef to pick up the spatula and buried it in his yard.

In this way, the resentment that the spatula had accumulated due to being thrown away at will slowly dissipated, and finally everything returned to normal. "

Guan Hu looked at the blue sky and said with a smile on his face.

Tranquil, beautiful...

The story of the monk is always like this, until the last time I go to the cemetery of Concubine Yang Gui to find out the truth of the last existence, it will always give people such a feeling.

Of course, that story is more complicated and longer.

The beginning of the story.

It is the beginning of a few songs of eternal regret written by Bai Juyi.

[The emperor of the Han Dynasty focused on color and thought about the country, and Yuyu couldn't ask for it for many years.

A girl in the Yang family grew up and was raised in a deep boudoir who didn't know her.

Natural beauty is difficult to abandon, once elected to the side of the king.

Looking back, Bai Meisheng smiled, and the Sixth Palace had no color.

Spring cold showers in Huaqing Pool, hot spring water slides and gels.

……

——Song of Everlasting Regret]

After seeing the opening lines of these lines, Monk Kukai became very interested in the person who could write such lines.

"What kind of person should be able to write such a poem?"

The things that followed have always revolved around Bai Juyi's Song of Everlasting Regret, and of course, there are also some poems by Li Bai.

The most important, of course, are the three "Qing Ping Diao" in which Li Bai used his drunkenness to make the wrestlers take off their boots and the imperial concubine studied ink.

【garden.

Peonies are in full bloom, and the aroma of fine wine is overflowing.

Tang Xuanzong: "Li Bai, how about composing a poem with the theme of the noble concubine to help the wine?"

Li Bai drank all the wine in his cup...

"Yun wants to look like clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold to reveal Hualong. If it hadn't been seen on the top of Qunyu Mountain, I would have met Yaotai under the moon."

Musician Li Guinian slowly sang this "Qingping Diao"...]

　The last poem is super powerful. Needless to say, Yunxiang’s clothes are beautiful and beautiful. Qunyu Mountain is the place where the Queen Mother lives, and Yaotai is the place where the fairies live. Comparing Concubine Yang like this, I think Concubine Yang must have been so happy at that time I'm going to fly...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)