[Comprehensive] Forced to reshape the daily life of the Three Views

Fengshen jumped down from the high torii gate and landed in front of Langgu Shen.

He looked at the tall Langgu Shen, and smiled softly: "It seems that you have recovered smoothly."

Lang Gushen was a little surprised, but not too surprised, after all, in front of him was a genuine god.

Fengshen turned and walked into the shrine, and made an inviting gesture to Langgu Shen: "Please come in, I know the purpose of your visit this time. You can tell you anything you want to know."

Langgu Shen took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart that he was about to know the truth, and silently followed him into the shrine.

When they arrived at the quiet room built into the shrine, the two sat facing each other, and the dragon of Fengshen lay quietly beside him.

Fengshen patted its head, "You must be looking for me because you want to know the whereabouts of Shuten-douji and the others."

Lang Gu Shen nodded, noticing Fengshen's words, he clenched his hands nervously, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

Fengshen didn't miss his tense expression, and smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, they're all fine."

"Thousands of years ago, after your whereabouts were unknown, after Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji dealt with Kidoumaru, they wanted to turn Shura Ghost Land over and over again. In the end, Seimei did a divination for you, and found that you were only closer to returning. Furthermore, it is possible to meet again in the future, which appeased them."

Hearing this, Lang Gu Shen was relieved, and then he couldn't help showing a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"After that, the ghost kings who were invited gathered in Heian-kyo, but unexpected guests also came at the same time."

Recalling so far, thinking of the tragedy at that time, Fengshen paused to organize his words: "In retrospect, it was also a tragic war. After repelling the powerful enemy, the ghost king and gods who had exhausted their strength fell into a deep sleep one after another. Even I, who just woke up not so long ago."

"Before I fell asleep, my friend Huang gave us two prophecies, one of which is that when I wake up, I will meet you who is fully recovered."

"At that time, for the sake of safety, no one knew where each of them who had been injured was sleeping, but after Shuten-dou knew about this, please let me tell you a word: gifts are very useful, and I look forward to the day when we meet again .”

"I think this sentence should contain the information he wants to tell you."

Lang Gu Shen frowned, startled by the information revealed in Fengshen's words.

Is it a disaster that even the gods don't want to recall again?In this way, is it a kind of luck for him to leave that era early because of Kidomaruto?

Also, what Dad meant was that the place where they slept was related to the gift he gave?

Lang Gu Shen thought about it, calmed down, and asked: "Then what about the second prophecy?"

Fengshen smiled gently: "It seems that you have already guessed something."

"The second prophecy is for you. The content is: When the chaotic time returns to the right track, the wrong history will be corrected, and the sleeping people will wake up again. Wait patiently, the fetters will lead you to the right path."

Chaotic time back on track...meaning my own time?What is wrong history?

Lang Gu Shen was lost in thought.

Fengshen also stopped talking, and the empty room was very quiet for a while.

After a long time, Langgu Shen came back to his senses and bowed solemnly to Fengshen: "Thank you very much for your information!"

Fengshen didn't move himself, but just drove the wind to help him up.

"If you want to know more about what happened back then, you know where to look. Go back, and the wind will bless you."

Lang Gushen nodded suspiciously, "I understand, then I will take my leave first."

Lang Gu stood up and left carefully, before leaving, he carefully put the remaining money exchanged into the offering box.

Fengshen sensed his movement, smiled and shook his head.

Suddenly, only Fengshen and his dragon were left in the small quiet room.

Fengshen sighed, Huang, when will you wake up?

……

Lang Gu Shen, who got the answer he was looking for, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The answer to the question was much better than he had imagined, it didn't fall, it just fell into a deep sleep.

Regarding the place where they slept, thinking of the prophecy, he also had a vague idea.

Now the only thing left for him to stay in this world is to kill Wu Tsuji.

However, at this moment, he felt the overlap of space.Due to his own particularity, this space did not reject him.

So, in the blink of an eye, the scenery around him changed.

From an ordinary street in the middle of the night, it has become a place where the never-setting sun shines. Surrounded by mountains, the grass is full of red Bianhua flowers. Among the dense flower bushes, there is a wooden house located there.The sound of the spinning wheel was faintly heard from inside the wooden house, combined with the sound of the river, it made people feel a sense of tranquility.

Under a tree a little far from here, stood a black-haired girl in a sailor suit. The girl was holding a scarecrow with a red thread tied around its black neck, and was handing it to the person standing opposite her. A woman full of jealousy and despondency.

The black-haired girl was saying something to the down-and-out woman, but because of the distance, Langgu Shen didn't hear clearly.

All I saw was the movement of the woman catching the scarecrow and trying to pull the red rope but stopped.

Then, the woman disappeared, leaving only the black-haired girl under the tree.

Then her eyes turned to Lang Gu Shen, as if asking: "Who are you?"

Inexplicably, Langgu Shen remembered the conversation between two drunk men he heard before going up the mountain.

So, is this black-haired girl the so-called hell girl?

Just as she was thinking, the black-haired girl walked towards Lang Gushen, and an old woman's voice came from the wooden house next to her: "Oh? Are there any guests?"

Lang Gushen was a little embarrassed, although he didn't step into this place on purpose, but he's already here, it's not good to just leave without saying hello.

"Well, I'm Shen, I'm sorry to disturb you, because the space suddenly folded before I had time to react..."

The black-haired girl stared at Langgu Shen for a while with red eyes, then interrupted him: "I'm Yan Moai, it's okay."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lang Gu Shen always felt that the girl in front of him was curious because of her emotion hidden under the expressionless face.

At this moment, the mother-in-law's gentle voice came over: "Love, don't you invite guests to come in and have a seat?"

"Yes, mother-in-law." Yan Moai still had no expression on her delicate face, but invited Lang Gushen to the wooden house as promised.

Uh... so embarrassing.

Lang Gushen was a little helpless, seeing the girl's reticence, decided to find a topic by himself.

"Xiao Ai, uh, can I call you that?"

Yan Moai nodded.

After receiving permission, Lang Gushen continued to ask a question that he was very curious when he heard her name just now: "Xiao Ai, your surname is Yan Mo, does it have anything to do with King Yan Mo in the Yan Mo Palace in hell?"

Yan Moai shook his head.

Langgu Shen scratched his face, and continued to look for topics: "Then what were you doing just now, little love? I seem to see you gave that woman a scarecrow."

This time, Yan Moai is not silent, and there is no expression on the delicate doll's face, but the slight emotional fluctuations that can be felt just now have completely subsided: "She sent a letter to give the name of the person who resented I, I am responsible for exiling this resented object to hell. The scarecrow is a tool for signing a contract, as long as you untie the red thread on it, you will be considered to have officially signed a contract with me."

"Is that so... are you the only one doing this job?"

Lang Gushen looked at Yan Moai who was explaining expressionlessly, feeling a little distressed in his heart.

Yan Moai's appearance is only about 13 years old of human beings, but she has been witnessing the filth among human beings, no wonder she basically has no mood swings.

Yan Moai nodded and shook his head again: "In the past, it was only me and my mother-in-law, but now I still have the wheel, Yimulian and Gunu to assist me."

When talking about someone assisting her now, Yan Moai's calm tone fluctuated slightly again.

Lang Gushen couldn't hold back, then lowered his tone, smiled and looked at her who was sitting next to him as a small one, put his big hand on her head and gently stroked: "Really, it's really hard for you."

Yan Moai stared blankly at the smiling Lang Gushen, not knowing what she was thinking, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Just paying for my own sins."

The crime of killing the whole village.