Original God's Dark Priest

Another year's Mikawa Flower Festival is approaching, and Yourakusai took this opportunity to tell some stories related to the Mikawa Flower Festival.

"That's how it was. The girl named A Li turned into ashes in the sparks, and the great demon Shiranui was born." Gently waving the fan in his hand, Yourakusai said the conclusion.

Kitsaigong gently stroked the soft fur of the little fox in his hand and sighed, "I never thought that there are such infatuated people in this world. It makes people sigh."

"As the saying goes, love rises with the wind, and it's hard to calm down when the wind stops." Yourakusai said, and sighed, "Although the Mikawa Flower Festival is a festival for us monsters, it's not new that humans would enter.

It is understandable that they would develop feelings after more contact, but it is a pity that humans and demons are on different paths and cannot stay together forever. I don’t know whether the relationship between this human and demon is good or bad…”

"How is it a bad thing? If you don't dare to face your feelings just because you are destined to separate, wouldn't it be a pity to just miss it?" In Kitsai Palace's arms, the pink little fox muttered in a baby voice.

After hearing her words, a smile flashed across Hu Zhaigong's eyes: "What do you think, Son of God? Isn't a relationship that cannot be together forever destined to be tragic? Ah Li has become a monster, and the man she loves can't be with her, right?"

"We can only blame the world for this. What's important is never the length of time. Why should we use time to measure the depth of feelings? Master Zhen also said that humans are a race that is good at creating miracles. We should not underestimate them!" The little fox's childish voice echoed in the empty hall, and the other monsters were stunned.

Youlezai was a little confused. He was just telling a love story about the Mikawa Flower Festival, but how did the topic extend to the coexistence of humans and demons? How could he respond?

Kitsuzhaigong understood that this little guy didn't know the difference between love and friendship.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh, stood up, and reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on her clothes.

"Lord Kitsuzhai, are you planning to go out?" Youlezai immediately saw what the other party was thinking.

Kitsaigong walked slowly towards the door and answered as he walked, "Yes, the Mikawa Flower Festival is coming again. I plan to go and see it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a burning gaze coming from her arms. When she looked down, she met a pair of watery fox eyes.

Kitsaigong burst out laughing: "Does Shenzi want to go too?"

The little fox nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

"Then let's go." Hu Zhaigong put her on his shoulder and quickened his pace. "If you want to go, you can go together. After all, it's a grand celebration that happens once every ten years. It's very lively."

The other monsters looked at the departing Fox Palace and felt something strange in their hearts. After a while, they could not sit still and left. The hall soon became quiet and there was no trace of any monsters.

The location of the Sanchuan Flower Festival is fixed, not far from where Kitsunayaguni lives, and she was not slow, so she arrived there soon.

Kitsune-sai-guni is very prestigious among the monsters. As soon as she arrived, a monster came to greet her. It was a little sickle-weasel: "Master Kitsune-sai-guni! You are here!"

"Well, hello. I have to talk to you today as well." Kitsusaigong smiled at the little sickle-weasel and said politely.

The little sickle weasel was immediately flattered and waved his hands repeatedly: "You are too polite. I... I will take you to see the master of the family right away."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and began to lead the way without looking back.

The pink little fox lay on Kitsunayori's shoulder, stretched her head to look at the little sickle-weasel leading the way in front of her, her amethyst-like eyes were full of yearning, and a desire arose in her heart that she wanted to become a beautiful and powerful monster like Lord Kitsunayori.

The small wish becomes a seed and is planted in the ignorant young fox's heart. After hundreds of years of fermentation, it will eventually take root and sprout. After being watered with effort and hard work, it will grow into a tree covered with cherry blossoms.

"Kamai! I'm here." Lifting the curtain at the door, Kitsusaigumi walked into a house similar to a dojo.

In the center of the venue, a wind demon sickle-weasel was holding a dogtail grass in its mouth and carefully wiping the knife in its hand.

Hearing Kitsunayori's voice, Kamai turned around and looked at his friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time: "Oh! You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Wait for me? Kamai, what are you doing again?" Kitsune Saimiya raised his eyebrows. The Kamaeitachi clan is the most lively and often has all kinds of prank ideas, but Kamai is an exception. He is always very calm and steady.

Sometimes one would feel that he was simply too calm to be a kamaitachi.

Kamai laughed, put the knife he had just maintained on the knife rack beside him, and took two hako boards: "Need I say more? Akitsu hakoki!"

As he said this, he jumped up and opened the mechanism of the venue. It turned out that this was a place specially used for playing Akitsuhagi.

As the mechanism was opened, Kamai threw a feather board in his hand towards Kitsusai Palace and began to be on high alert.

Kitsusaigong took the badminton board calmly, waved casually, and took a badminton: "After so many challenges, you still don't want to admit defeat? Is victory so important to you?"

"This is the spirit of the samurai, isn't it?" Kamai acted very free and easy, with his hands on his hips and a majestic look.

Looking at Kamai like this, Kitsune Saigiya chuckled and shook his head: "You are not a samurai, and you still insist on this... Forget it, it's been a long time since I played anyway, I will play with you for a while, just as a warm-up."

"Then you better be careful, I've become a lot stronger!" Kamai said, tightly gripping the hagoba in his hand.

A great battle of Akitsuha begins instantly.

The pink little fox watched the two people fighting back and forth intently. The light badminton drew arcs in the air because of the force exerted by the badminton board, and the speed was gradually increasing.

The battle became more and more stalemate, and the little fox couldn't help but worry about his master.

After a long time, the two finally decided the winner. The badminton fell at Kamai's feet and he lost again.

After losing the Akitsuha game, Kamai sat on the ground, gasping for breath: "It's been several times, but I still can't beat you..."

"Of course, I'm a genius in Akitsuhagi!" Kitsusai-miya covered her mouth with the hamon and smiled sweetly.

The victory or defeat between the two did not cause any waves. After all, the only bystander was the pink little fox monster.

The Mikawa Flower Festival was held as scheduled, and all the monsters felt that this time the festival would be just like usual, as harmonious as before, with no difference.

However, an uninvited guest quietly broke in at this moment, with a confused and uneasy look on his face. He looked at the lively scene that the monsters had long been accustomed to with horror, curiosity, panic and embarrassment.

"Huh? Humans? Why are there humans here?" An older pipe fox discovered him and exclaimed.

The raccoon cat that was with it was a little less courageous. When it saw the strange human, it was immediately a little surprised: "We have clearly set up a barrier, how come there are still humans?"

"What should we do? How about... asking other great monsters?" Umibozu's fish face showed hesitation. Humans intruding into monsters' festival was not a serious matter, but it was very tricky. Monsters like them, who were not of very high status, could not deal with humans at will, so they would hesitate and feel uneasy.

Their discussions made the human who suddenly broke in even more uneasy. He could understand the whispers surrounding his ears, but he didn't dare to defend himself. He came here accidentally because he took the wrong road, and he couldn't find the way out.

He didn't want to, but now it seems... the situation is not good.

The news that a human appeared at the Mikawa Flower Festival spread quickly and soon reached the ears of Kamai and Kitsunesai.

"Humans...are surprisingly rare." Kamai was also a little confused about this.

Kitsuzai Palace looked in the direction of the commotion, her beautiful eyes full of amusement: "Do you want to go and take a look? After all, this is your home ground. If you don't show up, it will be difficult for others to deal with it."

"Then let's take a look!" Kamai stood up and picked up the wine gourd on the table. "I haven't dealt with humans much, so I hope this guy is easy to talk to."

Otherwise, he might resort to violence.

Hu Zhaigong smiled slightly: "If conditions permit, you might as well invite him to play with you. After all, he is here, it is fate, and it would be too inhumane to drive him away directly."

"Well, I'll consider it." Kamai held his knife and walked towards the place where the riot happened.

When he arrived at the scene, some monsters present were already discussing whether to expel this human. Listening to what the monsters were talking about, Kamai carefully observed this uninvited guest.

He was a young warrior. Although he was a little frail, he was still strong. The long sword slung across his waist also proved that he possessed a certain level of strength.

What Kamai focused on observing was the other person's eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul. People with bad intentions can be seen from their eyes. The eyes of this young samurai were clear and bright, reflecting his pure soul and peaceful state of mind.

Although he seemed a little embarrassed because he had just arrived in a strange place, he was by no means a cunning or treacherous person.

After confirming this, Kamai felt relieved, but he couldn't relax completely. He decided to try further, so he took a sip of wine and said, "Since this is our festival, of course, we should have fun!

Why should we distinguish between monsters and humans?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sent a signal to the monsters around him that there was no need to drive this human away, let him participate in this grand festival!

The monsters immediately put aside their prejudices, greeted the warriors enthusiastically, and joined the celebration together.

Although some people still had doubts, since Kamai had spoken, there was no reason to refuse.

Kamai took two steps forward and put his arm around the young warrior's shoulders: "I am Kamai, the wind demon Kamai, what is your name?"

“…Zhuo Ren.” The young warrior was silent for a few seconds and gave his name.

Kamai seemed not to have heard clearly, and turned his head to look at him carefully: "Hmm? What's your name?"

The young warrior took a deep breath and said in a much louder voice: "My name is Yanagishi Takuto!"

"That's right! Hahaha!" The boy's vigorous voice made Kamai feel happy. He just liked boys like this.

He led Zhuo Ren to a busy street, where both sides were lined with shops set up by monsters, selling all kinds of toys, accessories, and food and wine.

When they reached a liquor store, Kamai suddenly asked, "Boy, can you drink?"

"I can drink quite well." Zhuoran said modestly.

Kamai laughed and tightened his arm around the man's shoulders: "Then come with me and enjoy the carnival tonight."

Not far away, Hu Zhaigong, who had rushed over because he was worried, was relieved when he saw the two of them quickly getting along.

"Master Kitsuzhaigong, the friendship between humans and monsters is actually not as bad as Lezhai said, right?" The pink little fox suddenly asked, looking at the man and the monster hugging each other.

Hu Zhaigong's eyes flickered slightly, and after a few seconds he replied softly: "Maybe, but...the gap between humans and monsters has never been a lack of mutual understanding.

It's the time you discussed with Youlezai before."

"Time?" The little fox tilted his head back, his ears drooping.

Kitsusaigong nodded slightly: "Yes, time, life is short, no more than a hundred years, while monsters have a lifespan of thousands of years. As time goes by, humans have grown old, but monsters remain the same. Such friendship will seem particularly heavy when human life passes away and only monsters are left."

"Isn't that why Youlezhai said that the relationship between humans and monsters is not a good thing?" The little fox stared at the man and monster not far away. "But, aren't they very happy now? I think this is enough."

Kitsuzai Palace chuckled and rubbed the little fox's head: "Our son of God is a free-spirited person who enjoys life while he can! Not bad, not bad, he will definitely grow up to be a famous big monster in the future!"

"Ah... Is he as strong as Lord Kitsaigong?" The little fox's eyes were full of longing.

"Yes, perhaps, he will be stronger than me? Who knows, he may even inherit my position as palace chief!" Hu Zhaigong said as he took a portion of fried tofu, ate one piece himself, and fed one piece to the little fox in his arms.

The little fox ate the fried tofu and shook his head: "I don't want to be a palace assistant. It's too busy and too troublesome!"

"But, if you become a palace priest, you can eat tofu every day. Are you sure you are not interested?" Hu Zhaigong used fried tofu to seduce.

When the pink little fox heard this, he immediately became conflicted: "Well... then... I can think about it."

"So it's still necessary to consider it? It seems that I have to think carefully about the share of fried tofu in the future." Hu Zhaigong said, and the fried tofu that she sent to the little fox's mouth turned a corner and fell into her own mouth.

The little fox surrendered instantly: "I'll do it, I'll do it! Master Kitsai Palace, please don't deduct my fried tofu!"

"Little greedy cat!" Hu Zhaigong stretched out his white jade fingers, gently tapped the forehead of the little fox in his arms, and walked away with a smile.

The silver bell-like laughter mixed with the debris left by time fell all the way, which seemed so insignificant in the noisy Sanchuan Flower Festival. However, it was still as beautiful as a falling snow, embellishing the little fox's dreams for countless nights...