Desperate to meet a dog

"Really?" Big Tengu asked distrustfully.

"Of course it's true! My mother-in-law Meng's Tang Tongsou Wuyou!"

"Let me have a sip first." Big Tengu grabbed the bowl and said domineeringly, "I was also eroded by Bianhua just now, let me try!"

"Hey, then drink less, or the medicine will not be effective enough." Granny Meng didn't stop, but frowned and asked him to control the dose.

Ootengu wrinkled his nose and sniffed the bubbling medicinal soup, the weird taste was disgusting.This stuff should go down the drain.Big Tengu did some mental construction, took a sip of his breath, swallowed some, the bitter taste slipped down his throat, he waited for a while as if facing a big enemy, no accident happened, it felt...his spirit The burden was inexplicably lightened.

"How about it, is my medicine effective?" Granny Meng blinked her big eyes and boasted, "I said that the medicine I made will cure the disease! Give it to him quickly, or it will be too late."

Big Tengu glanced at Huang, held the soup bowl and poured it into his mouth, then puffed out his cheeks, opened Huang's mouth and fed it.

Huh?Alas!Whether it was a human or a demon present, they were all shocked. What is this brat doing?

A little medicinal soup dripped down from the corner of Huang's mouth. After feeding the medicine, Da Tengu rolled up his tongue to lick off the medicinal juice, and then stuck out his tongue with a sad face: "Bah, it's really bad."

Don't feed it yourself if it's hard to drink!Back to mouth!You don't even know that you work so hard!

A group of people waited for the wind to be in a mess, Ghost Messenger Hei admired his actions uniquely, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Big Tengu, I didn't expect you to become smaller and you are still a man! I suddenly admire you."

"Get out." Datengu waved away Gui Shihei's hand, and stared at Huang intently. He was anxious and didn't wait for a long time, then stood up angrily holding his round fan and howling: "Why is he still awake?"

Granny Meng covered her buzzing ears, and moved closer to feel Huang's pulse, her short brows furrowed and loosened, and after a while she said shyly, "The medicine has already begun to work. ,but……"

"But what?" Da Tiangou almost threw himself on Granny Meng to question, but fortunately, Tong Yan quickly stopped him.Granny Meng scratched her face in shame, and said embarrassedly: "I just said that there are other curses on him. I thought I could untie them together, but I didn't expect, hehe...it's a bit difficult."

Hey you big!Datiangou was furious, wishing he could stuff Po Meng into the soup pot at the door, he tried his best to restrain his irritability and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Po Meng withdrew her hand and said helplessly, "This curse is very powerful and mysterious. I am afraid that only Sister Yan Mo knows the origin of this power."

Hearing this sentence, Datengu was silent for a while, and flew out without saying a word. Tong, who was always staring at him, quickly grabbed his wings and asked, "Hey, where are you going?"

Big Tengu said with a dark face: "I want to find Yan Mo..."

Just when the big tengu was about to break through forcibly, light suddenly shone from Huang's body. The big tengu stopped and immediately turned around and rushed back. He groped for the glowing place on Huang's body and took out a wind talisman.Soon, Yimulian's vision appeared beside the bed.He pushed his glasses, looked around, and calmly expressed his surprise: "As expected, you all came to Fengdu... Lord Yan Mo is right."

Big Tengu didn't have time to understand his muttering, and asked first: "Are you by Yan Mo's side? Please save her from the famine!"

Yimulian raised his eyebrows, gestured calmly and said, "Calm down and listen to me, it was Yan Mo who asked me to contact you, and she already knows all about what you are most worried about now."

Big Tengu showed a joyful expression, and asked again: "Then can I see her?!"

Yimulian nodded, and stretched out his hand to show Yan Mo's dictation. The handwritten letter written by the judge said: "The ghost makes black, and the ghost makes white. I will trouble you to lead the way."

Po Meng stood by her soup pot, paddling her feet and waving goodbye to the hurried people. A black six-seater van was waiting at the foot of the mountain. At first glance, it looked like a vehicle for funerals. Held on the last row of seats, Daitengu sat next to him, resting his head on his lap with difficulty.

Tong and Yanyanluo sat opposite to them. Seeing this scene, they thought of the scene of feeding medicine just now, and couldn't help but feel subtle.Tong had no scruples and asked boldly: "Hey, Otengu, do you like Ogiwara?"

Big Tengu rolled his eyes faintly, and didn't bother to talk to him.But judging from the way he looked after Huang clumsily and carefully, the answer doesn't seem to be negative no matter how you look at it.

Tong became interested, and asked gossipingly, "Hey, he's a human being. You exhausted your spiritual energy and turned into an egg before. How did you hook up?"

Big Tengu stared at him, and said angrily, "Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Tong said with a grumpy face again: "I'm concerned about the progress of your relationship, maybe I can follow suit."

"You?" Big Tengu looked at him deliberately, and said pitifully, "Let's reincarnate."

While Tong and Datengu were having a boring conversation, the funeral car driven by Gui Shihei drove into the tunnel, which is currently the official passage from Fengdu to Hades, passing through the tunnel, not far away is the renovated Hades The office building, because of its excellent conditions, is the dream office for most Hades workers.Yan Mo will also stay here for half a day every day, and only move to the ancient Yan Mo Temple when traditional rituals are required.

Gui Shihei's car bypassed the vast office building and continued to drive eastward. The north and south sides presented diametrically opposite landforms.The mountain peaks in the north are covered with thick ice and snow, and the cold wind keeps pouring in, while the hot and violent volcanoes in the south are spouting red magma and black dust from time to time.Countless sinful souls are detained on these two sides until their sins are atoned for.

Ghostly Hei's car was driving in the midst of scorching heat and severe cold, moving forward smoothly without being affected.Passing through these two peaks, I finally saw the legendary Yan Mo Temple.Big Tengu looked at this grand and solemn palace with hope, he lowered his head and whispered into Huang's ear, "We have arrived at Yan Mo Palace."

The car parked in the open space outside the Yan Mo Hall, and the ghost messengers drove the imprisoned ghosts and carried Huang into the Yan Mo Hall.Passing through the foyer and the long corridor, several people climbed up the stairs and arrived at the destination - the sacrificial hall.

The sacrificial hall faces east from west, and there are three stacks of screens on the north and south sides. The paintings on the screens are not elegant, and even have a bleak taste.

The screen on the south depicts the scene of the fishermen living by the sea performing human sacrifices. A scrawny, bruised child was pushed into the sea, and his lower limbs were soaked in the sea water. He looked back helplessly at the people on the shore, but the fishermen gave The only response was to raise the harpoon in his hand angrily, drive away, and growl.

The northern screen also depicts the scene at the seaside, but in this scene, all the people are swallowed by the angry sea, they cry and beg the forgiveness of the gods, but the faces that appear faintly in the sky are full of grief and hatred.

Big Tengu looked around, and asked puzzledly, "Why don't you go to the main hall when you come here?"

As soon as the words fell, another serious voice sounded: "Because a ceremony needs to be held, this is the perfect place."

Several people heard the reputation and looked around, but they didn't expect to see Yimulian appearing in front of them.

"At a glance."

"minister."

Yimu nodded to everyone, and said calmly: "You are finally here, Yan Mo is waiting for you."

"Yan Mo is waiting for us?" As the only sober human in the queue, Tong, who had just arrived, muttered anxiously, "Is this battle too big?"

Yimulian didn't explain, and urged lightly: "Okay, let's go in."

After the rendezvous, everyone walked in together, and the blindfolded judge stood quietly on one side to greet him. He bowed his head sharply and said: "Everyone, please be safe, Lord Yan Mo will be here soon." After speaking, The judge turned around and said loudly, "Lord Yan Mo, the guests have arrived."

As soon as the words fell, ghostly clouds and mists filled the high platform, they ran wantonly, and suddenly condensed into skeleton figures to attack, but in the next second, they were strangled and dragged back by invisible forces.When the miasma filled with the breath of sin calmed down, Yan Mo's figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.Beneath her, sinful souls with nowhere to escape crouched and took her throne, begging for her forgiveness.

"Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time." Yan Mo's leisurely voice sounded like a zither in the sacrificial hall, with a kind of surrendering power.The people and monsters present kneeled down unconsciously to express their respect.Among them, the only one who was stubborn and rude was Datengu. He hovered in mid-air with flapping wings, stared at Yan Mo without any scruples, and asked word by word: "When will you save him?"

"Don't be rude!" The judge yelled, frowning towards the big tengu.

"It's okay, I understand his mood." Yan Mo chuckled, raised his hand and said, "Everyone get up, be more casual."

Taking advantage of the gap between everyone getting up, the big tengu didn't care, and flew towards Yan Mo, and asked stubbornly, "Can you save him?"

Yan Mo couldn't help poking Dai Tengu's forehead from the air, and Dai Tengu really felt the power of being hit in the center of his forehead. He covered his forehead and looked at Yan Mo suspiciously.Yan Mo laughed, and said kindly: "Don't worry, he will be fine. Just complete the sacrificial ceremony."

"Sacrifice ceremony? What ceremony?" Big Tengu asked urgently.

Yan Mo stretched out his finger and pointed to the left and right screens, and said slowly: "The ceremony is on the screen."

Tong was the closest to the screen in the north, and he almost jumped up when he saw the scene above: "This is a living sacrifice! Who do you want us to sacrifice?!"

"Isn't the sacrifice right in front of you?" Yan Mo lowered his eyes and landed on Huang who was lying on the stretcher in the middle.Seeing this scene, Datengu was the first to resist: "What do you mean? What kind of ceremony is this? Are you going to kill him?"

"Be safe and don't be impatient," Yan Mo looked at the big tengu who was not angry, and the boy clicked his lips uneducatedly, "Didn't you sign a contract with him at the White Beard Shrine? Don't you know about his past?"

Big Tengu opened his mouth dumbly, and looked at Yan Mo who knew everything in shock. He was silent for a while before he found his voice: "This matter...how did you know?" Obviously only Qing Xingdeng has seen his memory Ah, and even Qing Xingdeng doesn't know who his contract partner is!

"Hehe, little thing, you're too young to hide it from me." Yan Mo laughed and said gracefully, "In short, just do as I said, if you still want him to wake up."

Big Tengu held the round fan and twirled it uncertainly. The breeze blew on him, but it couldn't relieve his restlessness.Finally, Yan Mo prescribed a strong medicine: "Listen, the ceremony I want you to perform will not be dangerous. There is neither the sea nor the ignorant and angry villagers. Just dragged out of the curse."

"Curse..." Tong muttered the word, and he looked at the screen again, carefully discerning the fishermen's attire on it, but the suspicion in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.The person on the screen is also from the early and late Heian period. How could the curse on Ogihara be related to such an ancient era? Could it be that the curse on him was passed down from his ancestors?Then... is he the descendant of these fishermen who need atonement, or is he bound by the hatred of the child who sank into the sea?

The balance in Tong's heart swings back and forth between the perpetrator and the victim. With his thinking habits, he gradually leans towards the option that Huang is the descendant of a cursed fisherman, but no matter what, the ritual Yan Mo said must be performed first. Know the truth of the facts.

"How, have you considered it?" Yan Mo broke the silence loudly, "The sacrificial text is in the hands of the judge. If you are ready, follow the judge's arrangement and get ready to start."

Yimulian was the first to say: "I have no objection." After he made the statement, his subordinate Yan Yanluo quickly expressed his support.As an outsider, the Black and White Ghost Messenger stood at the outermost edge, and in the end, only Kiri and Ootengu were still hesitating.Tong pondered for a long time, and said cautiously: "I am willing to give it a try, but in the end it depends on what the big tengu wants."

As Huang's closest companion, Datengu was the last one who didn't make a decision. He looked at Huang, looked back at Yan Mo, lingered again and again, and finally made up his mind: "Okay, I will do as you said! But If it fails—"

"I won't fail." Yan Mo interrupted him, and said confidently, "Otherwise, I am not worthy to be in charge of this underworld."

With the unanimous consent of everyone, the judge walked to the front from the dark corner, and he arranged the standing positions for the four people (monsters) precisely, which happened to enclose the desert in the middle, and then he took out the scroll and pulled it away, the ink stains were drawn from the paper. The god broke free and flew into the air, presented vertically in front of their eyes, and the judge said: "The sacrificial text has been shown before your eyes, please read it silently and memorize it, once I say start, you read the sacrificial text without any pauses or mistakes, and it must be completed in one go. "

The sacrificial rites are not difficult for monsters and Shinto disciples. After reading them several times, they mastered the rhythm of the recitation, and felt that they were fully prepared. The voice of the judge sounded again: "The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sea—start!"

Almost at the same time, the four of them recited the sacrificial oracle at the same time. After reading a column, the black text disappeared. In just a few minutes, the sacrificial oracle completely disappeared before their eyes. When the last syllable fell, a strange scene emerged.

The pictures on the screens on the north and south sides came alive, and the characters performed the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sea vividly, and their roars and curses were also mixed with the sound of the waves and continuously pushed forward to the ears of everyone present——

"Liar! Useless stuff!"

"Go to death!"

Everyone's faces became gloomy, Yimu Lian supported his glasses, similar sadness appeared in his golden pupils, and the big tengu looked particularly angry. He clenched his round fan and managed to resist the urge to wave it, wishing to blow these clamoring All the villagers threw them into the sea.

However, without his hands, when the skinny little figure was submerged by the icy sea water, the gods did not appease their anger, but let out a mournful roar. They smashed the roof of the sacrificial hall, and they crushed all the villages by the sea into powder. The ignorant villagers who prayed to the gods to appease their wrath were swept in by the sea, and soon they experienced the same despair and coldness as that child.

Big Tengu withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on Huang's body. The illusory sea water covered him one after another, as if pushing him into the abyss.Big Tengu couldn't help but leave his position, he knelt beside Huang and held his hand.

…Wake up, please, wake up.

...From the moment he was stabbed by the flower sea of ​​Bianhua, Huang felt as if his soul had been shelled out. He felt himself floating lightly in mid-air, but what he saw was not his body, but a docile scene. ocean.

But why, it's the sea again.

In an instant, bewilderment and even disgust welled up in his heart. However, as if deliberately against him, he felt an invisible pressure pushing him down. Huang's line of sight was getting closer and closer to the sea level. At the moment of the surface of the sea, Huang closed his eyes, and the sound of "plop-" entering the water rang in his ears, as if it was not him who was pushed into the water, but an insignificant bystander.But when he opened his eyes, his vision was suddenly covered by a lonely dark blue.

What's going on, why can't I leave here.

The frivolous soul turned over in the sea water, facing the sea surface without stirring up any sporadic bubbles. He looked at the sea level that was getting farther and farther away, and the fear hidden deep in his heart swelled up again.He tried to struggle, waving his hands and legs, desperately toward the only light.However, that pearl-like brilliance seemed to be just an illusion. While giving him hope, it also bred endless despair.

Why do you keep doing this to me...what do you want me to do...

Realizing that the struggle was futile, Huang lowered his arms and drifted with the tide as if resigned to his fate. Just as he was immersed in the blue desolation, a strange scene suddenly crashed into his field of vision.

In the middle of the sea, under the bright moonlight, the reflection of the torii is gently swaying, and on the top of the torii, there is suddenly a white shadow. The white shadow also falls into the sea, and it looks very close .

Huang unconsciously swayed his almost nihilistic soul, slowly but firmly leaning towards the shadow reflected in the sea, as if doing so would make him feel redeemed.

When his soul was only an arm's length away from the shadow, the silent white shadow suddenly raised his head and revealed his face, and the clear blue eyes that were different from the sea water came into his field of vision, those eyes were so real, so persistent, it seemed Not like shadows, but real eyes.He continued to stare at the appearance of the owner of the pair of blue eyes, the light golden hair, the white hem, and the blue wind pattern, which became clear bit by bit.

He couldn't help reaching out to the face hanging in front of him, and the moment he touched it, he heard a sigh.

"You finally remembered me..."

"Do you remember that I belong to you?"

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