[Comprehensive] Seimei Abe is also in the Shura field today

Qingming was embraced by an unknown person from the front, and the toad's tongue pierced his back but there was no pain. At the same time, the hidden Qinglong who had been guarding him all this time also showed his real body, screaming loudly. With a flick of his tail angrily, he summoned Thunder directly.

Violet-blue thunderbolts fell from the sky and hit the big toad. The thunder directly penetrated down from the big toad's sky cap, causing the big toad's limbs to twitch a few times, and soon it couldn't move at all.

A burning smell permeated the big toad's body, but the disgusting burning smell stopped around Qingming. There was a wind blowing around him, bringing fresh air.

"...Well, cough cough... are you okay?" The monster holding him seemed weak, and even his voice was hoarse and deep. "I'm fine." Qingming broke free from the monster's embrace with a little effort.

Seimei took a few steps back before he could see clearly the monster who protected him just now: This is a very handsome monster, but his right eye and both hands are wrapped in bandages, and the sea-blue coat is a bit gray. A red dragon floated sleepily behind the monster, its scales were dull, and its body was very transparent, as if it would disappear at any time.

Possess a dragon god monster?Qingming shivered slightly, and took a few steps back.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"My name is Yimulian." The monster smiled wryly and shook his head, his light-colored forehead hair swaying slightly with his movements.

There used to be a god here in Hechuan, a very gentle Fengshen lord.

A long time ago, there was a day of continuous wind and rain, and the flood was about to submerge the village below the mountain. Naturally, the villagers were very panicked, and they went up the mountain to worship, begging the gods to protect them.However, Fengshen is in charge of wind, not water. Originally, he could not resist the flood, but Fengshen forced the flood to change, and finally protected the village—at the cost of sacrificing one of his eyes.

When the disaster passed, although the village was not submerged, the barren land after the flood was no longer suitable for farming and fishing.The villagers left here slowly. When the younger generation left and the older generation passed away, the people of this land gradually forgot about this god, and the shrine was gradually abandoned.

The god was alone, and spent long, lonely years here.

In the end, a god without believers lost his qualifications as a god, and he should have disappeared alone in this deep forest.

But the god finally chose to degenerate into a monster because he wanted to protect his people all the time.He still hopes that even as a monster, he can continue to protect everyone with his own power.

After waiting so long, his people have returned.

But his people were deceived, deceived by monsters who deceived the world, and even invited a mage to seal him in the dilapidated torii.

The monster named Yimulian didn't blame his people, but worried that he, who was locked in the seal, would not be able to save his people.

The pain tormented Yimulian's heart, and the seal eroded his strength and reason. Even the accompanying wind dragon gradually declined, and he couldn't even continue to show his appearance.

Fortunately, on this day, he met someone who broke this desperate predicament.

"I'm really sorry, because my strength is much weaker, and even the name 'Yimulian' was contrived to take away by that big toad, which caused so many human beings to be injured and lose their lives... um...cough cough... "The monster who claimed to be Yimulian smiled bitterly and apologized to Qingming, that handsome face was full of guilt and sadness.

"It's okay, I believe you." Seimei exhaled, put the charm hidden in his sleeve back into his dark pocket, and stepped forward to support the crumbling Yimulian.

Yimulian's body temperature was much lower than Qingming's. As soon as Qingming supported him, he felt the cold temperature in his hands, and Yimulian's tired panting came from his ears.Too thin, Seimei sensed the physical condition of his hand, and frowned worriedly.

It seems that the tactic used to protect Seimei just now seems to have almost exhausted Yi Mulian's little power left.

In fact, Seimei could see the pure aura on the weak Yimulian's body at a glance, as well as the demonic aura that was almost inaudible.It is true that the faint evil spirit may be because Yimulian is too weak to even dissipate the evil spirit, but Qinglong Leidi who surrounds Qingming puts his head on Qingming, as if expressing something.

Taking a closer look, it turns out that the red dragon behind Yimulian seems to be unable to hold on anymore, and its figure is almost too transparent to be seen.

The words Qinglong Leidi wanted to express reached Qingming's heart, Qingming nodded, stroked Leidi's mane, and calmed down the agitated Leidi.

Although I know what Lei Di said, what should I do?

Qingming thought for a while, then took out the bat fan with his right hand and swiped lightly on his left wrist.The tip of the fan easily cut through the skin on Qingming's wrist, and sweet blood flowed quietly from that fair wrist. Qingming scratched skillfully without hurting the artery.Then Seimei put down the bat fan, took out an earthenware bottle from his sleeve, and collected the blood with the earthenware bottle.

After the pottery bottle was filled, Qingming stopped the bleeding for herself with Yin-Yang technique, and handed it to Yimulian with a slightly pale face.

"...What does this mean?" Yimulian's face darkened slightly, with a hint of anger.

"It's my offering to you." Qingming looked directly at the green pupils, not afraid of the slight cold wind blowing towards her face. "If you don't replenish your strength, you will disappear. And your accompanying wind dragon will also disappear with your disappearance." Qingming explained, while Qinglong Leidi also nodded seriously, indicating that Qingming was right. .

"Didn't you say that you still want to continue to protect your people? Then it's only natural to accept offerings from one of your people, right?" Seimei said with a slight smile, holding Yimulian's hand and putting the vase into his palm of the hand.

"Even so, the blood..." Yimulian shook his head, his face softened, but he still refused to accept the pottery bottle.He pushed the vase back and looked at Qingming firmly.

"So, are you going to devour monsters?" Seimei asked.

Yimulian's gaze shifted to the dead toad laying motionless on the ground outside the shrine, and he naturally shook his head.

"Please don't say anything willful. Your body has already begun to be transparent, and it will really dissipate like this!" Qingming frowned, disapproving.

"Aren't you an onmyoji? Just accept me as your shikigami, wouldn't it be fine?" Yimulian proposed with a smile.

"If you become my shikigami, what should I do if I can't be promoted from a monster to a god—" Seimei raised his voice slightly, which is a rare thing for him, and even the blue dragon who circled him looked sideways .

Qingming really has a great affection for Yi Mulian, who is willing to degenerate into a monster in order to protect his believers, and doesn't want him to suffer any more harm.

"A god that no one believes in is no longer a god. Now I am just a monster, and monsters also have the way of protecting monsters." Yimulian shook his head lightly. "What's more, it doesn't matter whether it's a god or a monster, as long as you have a protective heart, it doesn't matter where you are."

"...if you insist." Those blue eyes were full of seriousness, Qingming and Yimulian looked at each other for a while, and stopped persuading.He put the vase containing his own blood back into his sleeve, and then held Yimulian's hand, "Then, I'm going to start a bond with you."

"Please start quickly." Yimulian smiled slightly, and took Qingming's hand behind his back.

"I, Abe Seimei, please join me with the monster Ikkoren now, and make a bond here, and call your name—" Seimei called out the real name that Ikkoren had just told him, and held the talisman in the other hand A faint light began to shine, illuminating the dilapidated shrine.After the light dissipated, Yimulian's name appeared on the talisman paper, and Yimulian's body, which was so faint that it was about to turn into a phantom, also returned to reality, and the wind dragon god who was forced to fall into a deep sleep due to lack of power also She showed a figure beside Yimulian, but it seemed that her strength had disappeared too much, and her figure was much smaller.

But it doesn't matter, the power will eventually come back slowly.Yimu moved his wrists, and found that his weak body was being nourished by Qingming's spiritual power flowing through the contract. While being moved in his heart, he secretly decided to protect Qingming well.

"Please give me your advice in the future, Seimei."

"This is the one, please give me your advice, Lord Yimulian."

"Please call me Yimulian, I want to hear you call me by my name directly."

"Then Qingming is disrespectful."

The heavy rain that had been falling all night had stopped, and with the clearing came the white fish belly in the east, and the red sun shone, scattered on the vermilion torii gates, and the heavy rain swept away the dullness and dampness in the air, bringing The scent of green grass filled the nose.The mellow dew dripped to the ground along the tips of the verdant egrets, hitting the wet soil.There are birds chirping, and the crisp and cheerful sound makes people feel happy.

Seimei stepped out of the shrine, raised his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly, seeing the sunrise slowly rising in front of his eyes.

The sun bursting out from the mountains in the distance, with newborn vigor, began to sprinkle golden light on the earth.

"Today will be a sunny day." Qingming said, curling the corners of his mouth.

"Yeah, it's a good day." Yimulian stood beside him, took a deep breath of fresh air, and felt the warmth of the rising sun and sunset on his cheeks, and responded with a light smile .

The gentle Fengshen has finally found a habitat where he can rest in peace.

The author has something to say: the next copy Ibaraki Doji

43 crashed the plane, and his mentality collapsed.

There is no ssr, 0x3 is still 0...

And to add, I saw that many people misunderstood that it was Arakawa who caused the trouble.But it's not true, Arakawa wouldn't do that.He is a proud lord. The reason why he wrote that Hechuan is a tributary of Arakawa is to express the breadth of Arakawa's territory and pave the way for his later appearances...because in the author's heart, he is very powerful...It's a shame that he caused everyone's misunderstanding Excuse me.