save the judge

Although the entire Honmaru is full of gods, it has to be said that Jingujiquan still has no definite concept of the existence of "gods".

This is also very normal, after all, there is a small short knife in the sword that looks like a child. He loves to hug his arm and play coquettishly. Other swords also have their own preferences and habits. How can you feel the slightest bit of "god" from this group of family-like existences with the sharpness of the sword that comes out from the bones at the time.

And Jingu Jiquan doesn't really believe in gods that much.

Once he lived in the body of a little girl who was seriously ill when she was less than ten years old, and was taken by her family to seek medical treatment. Every doctor looked at the family with apologetic and sympathetic eyes.Medical technology has come to a dead end, and religion can only bring people meager hope, so their itinerary has shifted from various hospitals to prestigious shrines.

Jingujiquan didn't have any opinion on this. His arrival indicated that the child's death was inevitable, but he had no right to stop a pair of parents who loved their daughter deeply from giving up their child's life.

It was a late autumn evening, the skinny little girl was protected and hugged by her father's broad and powerful arms, and the young and gentle mother carefully wrapped her in the softest blanket, trying to show a smile in her tired and bloodshot eyes : "How is Zhang Zi feeling today? If you feel uncomfortable, tell your parents."

The strange soul looked back from the pale body of the little girl, and nodded slightly imitating the person who had passed away.

The large shrine receives many tourists every day. There are countless wishing sticks hanging on the tree. The red paper and brown wood chips are like flowers blooming on the big tree, sinking heavily in the eyes of Jingujiquan. The sick eyes see I don't know what it is, but the magnificence of burning the trees like a flame still left a little mark on his retina.

"Zhangzi also thinks it looks good, right? After mom hangs up the wishing stick, Zhangzi's illness will be cured."

deceive...

Jingujiquan listened casually to the young woman's lies, another small timid voice sounded faintly in his mind, like an obsession that would not dissipate.

Um? !Jingujiquan was stunned.

Is this... the remaining consciousness of that little girl?Obviously the spirit has collapsed and disappeared, but there is still such a poor consciousness left, following the footsteps of parents who refuse to stop, tossing and turning in hopeless kneeling.

Mommy... deceitful...will not be good at all...

The little girl can only say this sentence repeatedly, intermittently, and the meaning is not very clear. Jingujiquan listened quietly. The consciousness without a soul can only be regarded as a remnant at best. It can't even communicate, and it will disappear soon. .

The young mother held the red paper in her hand, as if she was holding some priceless treasure, carefully threaded it on with a red string, picked a thick and strong branch, and hung it up with her feet.

After hanging it up, the mother put her hands together and murmured a few prayers with her eyes closed, as if she was kneeling at the feet of a god.

However, he obviously prayed the same way at another shrine last time, facing a different god.

The belief of the believers is not firm at all. Do you also hope that there will be gods to protect you?

Jingujiquan didn't quite understand this, but he thought about it, if he was a god, the people who came to pray would not have the firmness and determination to entrust all their beliefs, but instead hesitated and wandered between different beliefs... How could he lower his blessings?

It would be nice to have no punishment.

No... maybe, it might be one of the gods' punishment for him, a lonely ghost, to take over this life that has come to an end?

But what is more likely is that the gods are high above, how can they see the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of mortals.

Jingujiquan thought so nonchalantly, but the little girl's lonely and stubborn repetition still echoed in her mind.

deceitful...mom...

Yes, yes, your mother is lying to you, but there is no need to be angry, after all, you are dead.

Jingujiquan replied a little irritably.

And that voice just stopped for a while, then murmured unconsciously again, deceiving...

Jingujiquan sighed helplessly, what is he fighting with an unconscious Cannian, is he sick?After complaining like this, he retracted into the generous embrace of "father" and fell asleep.

When he woke up again, he was already in another city.

The couple had spent all their savings to treat their only daughter. They even sold the dowry and some valuable things at home. The clothes of the two were out of date a long time ago. The sets were replaced back and forth, and the side dishes for the three meals also became the same pickles and simple salted fish.

The young woman was just in her early thirties, and she already had white hair on her head. When she was holding her daughter, it was completely unimaginable that she was once a girl who had the reputation of being a school flower.

Her husband put his arms around his wife's shoulders, reached out and touched his daughter's head with thinning hair, and tried his best to smile: "Zhang Zi is very good, and he will be able to go out with the children soon."

Ah...it's in the hospital.

Jingujiquan thought, it must be another illness.

So, it is useless to ask the gods for help. Instead of dragging a body that is bound to die, it is better to give up early. In this way, life will be better.

Thinking about this, he fell asleep again, and then woke up. He heard the crying and howling while half asleep. It seemed that it was time. Jingongjiquan thought a little depressedly. Thank you.

He struggled to open his eyes, and looked among a large group of white coats shaking beside the bed. The couple was kneeling on the ground not far away, crying and praying to the gods, begging them not to take their daughter away.

Jingujiquan really couldn't remember the couple's appearance very clearly, but the surprise at that moment was still fresh in his memory.

He has never seen such devout yet so blasphemous believers. They seem to be praying desperately, tearing out all their strength and belief from their flesh and blood. He has no doubt that if that god really appears at this moment to fulfill their wish , even if it is a false god with a name in vain, they can still be enshrined with all their efforts for the rest of their lives.

But... that's a lie.

He was startled, the little girl's voice had long since disappeared, but all he could remember at the moment was her words.

It turned out to be the case.

That's a lie, mom and dad, the gods won't make me better, so...don't do it.

Jingujiquan doesn't believe in gods. After all, if there are gods, how can they abandon such pious believers who gain power by protecting human beings.

This kind of concept, even if I went to Honmaru and saw these swords and swords with my own eyes, it didn’t change—who would associate ordinary children and brothers in the family with that kind of god!

But now, Jinguji spring is rare and a little uncertain.

The combination of golden yellow and paulownia color is very luxurious, and there are patterns of golden pear and ground chrysanthemum on it. This kind of knife outfit was regarded as the most gorgeous and stylish in the era after Azuchi Momoyama, and now it appears here again. , with gorgeous and complex to suffocating beauty.

His fingertips touched the cold scabbard, and the rich golden spiritual power immediately spread out along with the cold light and cherry blossoms, as if the bright moon in the night casts elegant and quiet light, Fu Sangshen who appeared from the illusory space has She has a unique and graceful appearance, with a delicate golden moon embroidered on her dark blue hunting clothes, delicate golden tassels on her hair, and even her armor is admirably luxurious.

How beautiful it is, just a silhouette can remind people of the elegance and splendor of the distant Heian era. Silk bamboo and haiku are circulated day and night in the Gongqing family, and the elegant and graceful twelve orders hide the noble ladies' The painting fan with beautiful scenery, he has the brilliance of cherry blossoms to the extreme, and also the majestic beauty of Heian Jingguo. All the beauty can be found in him.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, when the eyes that transitioned from late night to dawn drooped, half a crescent moon in his eyes gently reflected the shadow of a person.

That shocking beauty is covered by another more obvious temperament.

This is the most perfect work of the famous sword maker Sanjo Zong in the Heian period. It has been famous for thousands of years. It has the most beautiful appearance, the most elegant posture, the most powerful strength, the most tolerant temperament, and the years. Give him a god-like aloofness.

It's hard to imagine that such a sword that has always been circulating in the world and the palace of wealth has a divinity that even the imperial sword can't match.

Inclusive of everything, but not caring about everything; Cherishing and curious about every change in the world, and watching indifferently and never caring about it; Admiring the beauty of the world, but letting it wither and the cruelty of samsara...

Such a broad-minded embrace, such a calm and broad.

Such... Cruel.

Divinity, this is God, the proud existence of the ultimate self.

"San Ri Yue Zong is approaching," Fu Sangshen casually rested his black gauntlet and armor on the handle of the knife at his waist, his eyes curled up with the crescent moon in his eyes, "there are many blade lines removed during forging, That’s why it’s called the crescent moon——please give me your advice.”

That kind of divinity disappeared in a flash, as if it was just an illusion of Jingujiquan, Fu Sangshen named Mingyue unexpectedly looked a little careless.

"I really don't have a good impression of the gods." Jingujiquan muttered vaguely, the voice was so soft that even Horikawa beside him couldn't hear it clearly.

"The main hall? What did you say?"

"Ah..." Jingujiquan laughed, "It's nothing, since Tsurumaru brought it back, please ask Tsurumaru to bring the newcomers to familiarize themselves with Honmaru."

Fu Sangshen, who was born in the early days, obediently turned his gaze to his colleagues around him: "Hahaha, it's a crane, long time no see."

"What's the matter with such a grandfather-like tone, so where did you learn it, Mikazuki?" Tsurumaru put his hand on Mikazuki's shoulder in a daze, and waved to Jinguji, "Don't worry, don't worry! This old man will be handed over to me!"

Jinguji responded indifferently, and continued to practice walking with the support of Izumi Mori and Horikawa.

And San Riyue, who was left behind by them, looked at the back of the god judge thoughtfully, always feeling that the new owner doesn't seem to like him very much?This situation is really rare...

But now the main thing is...

"He, please help the old man too." San Riyue stretched out her hand calmly, and said shamelessly, "After all, I am entrusted to He now, and it is really an honor to be taken care of by such a beauty. .”

Thinking about it later, the newborn Fu Sangshen seems to lack the basic ability to take care of himself. Facing the smiling eyes of a certain Shintachi, Tsurumaru's brain rang, and after the ball, he always felt that it was not good for him to smile like this.

Wait... Didn't you say that you can't hear outside sounds in the form of a sword? !Hot chicken politics!Deceiving Fusangshen!

Shizheng who never said anything: I am wronged.