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There will always be some festivals held at the foot of Guichuan Mountain in summer. The scale of these festivals spontaneously organized by commoners is getting bigger and bigger. Originally, they were just sacrifices to pray to the gods for good weather, but later they gradually developed into amusements mainly for fun.

This is not a surprising thing, although nobles and ministers have obtained all kinds of extravagant pleasures in this era, but for the common people - no matter what era - the bottom people will never have the time and money to discover what Great entertainment.

Therefore, when a relatively fixed market is formed in a place, people from all directions will consciously approach it, and slowly promote it to become the largest gathering place for civilians near Kyoto.

The simple bamboo sheds on both sides of the road are separated by small squares. Those who did not occupy the space simply squatted on the ground and put the extra wild animals at home on the ground to wait for the arrival of customers. The atmosphere has been fully revealed on everyone's face.

"Is the person who came this year the Shrine's Master Shaogong?"

"I heard that yes, the Kifune Shrine will soon be inherited, and the kagura dance of the festival will also be led by him."

"Kagura Mai...Kifune Shrine still hasn't found a suitable priestess?"

"Shh... don't mention this matter again, it's really unlucky."

Two villagers squatting on the ground approached and whispered, and when they talked about a certain topic, they silently kept silent, and only communicated with each other for a moment.

Suddenly, a few crisp bells came from the center of the market. The sound was not strong, but the noise around it instantly quieted down.

After the silence appeared for a short time, it was covered by more lively human voices. Everyone stopped what they were doing, whether they were shopping or selling, and stood up at the same time and began to pack their belongings. Crowded to the center.

The open space marked out with red rope and golden bell circle is about two feet square, a piece of land that is not too big or small. The high platform made of bamboo and wood is surrounded by poplar branches, and the bright green branches and leaves are fluttering in the evening wind. Rows of lanterns are hung with ropes above the high platform, casting a dim and gentle light.

A white-clothed scarlet maiden stood under the stage holding a long-handled ladle for washing hands, and looked up at the high stage with admiring eyes.

The girl in layers of heavy and loose clothes stood on a high platform, a pair of slender hands clasped a cypress fan in her sleeves, her eyes were painted bright vermilion, her long hair was tied behind her back with snow-white sandalwood paper, her forehead She was wearing a front-day crown decorated with finely divided flowers and gold ornaments. The rows of silver curtains hanging from the front-day crown blocked her eyebrows and eyes, revealing only a faint smear of red.

She was as beautiful as a phantom that would only appear in a dream, completely in line with all their imaginations about gods and nobles living in palaces and mansions.

The villagers stood devoutly around the stage, looking up at the girl on the stage as if they were looking up to a god in the world.

The elderly Gongsi, who was wearing a white safari suit and a black hat, stood on the steps, holding a wooden wat in one hand and a bell in the other. When everyone quieted down, the old man rang the bell with his old hand, and the clear sound was like waves rippling away.

One, two, three.

The priest holding the drumstick raised his hand, his muscles pulled his arm high, and slammed the first mallet heavily on the old yellowed drum surface.

As if the puppet pulled the invisible rope, the standing girl raised her eyes.

Accompanied by the sound of the grand and majestic taiko drum, the girl who was as quiet as a handful of snow suddenly raised her hand, a beam of rainbow-like beautiful light flew out of her sleeve with a clear and melodious bell, and a six-foot-long halo carried the rope to the sky. The light of the hanging lanterns interweaves together to form an illusory and blurred scene.

The girl holding a fan in one hand and a Kagura bell in the other is stepping on ancient and slow dance steps. The ringing of the bell summoning the gods is continuous and clear. The colorful ribbons hanging under the Kagura bell rise and fall alternately. The real god stepped forward in the dim light, while other beings hidden in the dark slowly opened their scarlet pupils.

what……

This is so beautiful...

If you can hold her in your hands, it's like holding onto a high god...

According to the requirements of the most complete festival, Kagura dance should be danced for a full four hours, but on such occasions, people can only see bell dance and bow dance at most.The girl who changed her holding utensils held up a longbow and replayed the mythical story of summoning Amaterasu Omikami out of the hiding place, and then stepped back from the stage with her sleeves rolled up.

The witch in the audience hurried forward, raised her head slightly and stared at the person in front of her: "My lord, your dance is really beautiful. It not only shows the majesty of the gods, but also shows your ruthlessness towards evil things..."

Obviously, she had heard such incoherent praises countless times. She handed the scarlet longbow in her hand to the priestess. The indifferent and beautiful girl raised her hand and took off the former sky crown. She casually held the heavy golden crown in her hand, facing The witch smiled politely: "Thank you for your compliment, listen to the witch."

Her voice was very nice, as if it contained unmelted ice and snow, making a lingling sound from the frozen spring water - but no matter how nice it was, it couldn't conceal the unique magnetism that belonged to men.

Yes, without a doubt, a male voice.

In the early days of the Heian period, various etiquette systems were not yet complete, and even the sacrificial activities of the shrine did not have extremely strict rules and routines to follow. The Kagura dances that were used to pray to the gods in later generations were danced by shrine maidens, but it is a little chaotic in this world. when--

It is not surprising that young and good-looking male priests often wear gorgeous costumes and pretend to be sacrificial priestesses to pray to the gods.

Jingujiquan thought blankly, yes, he is dedicating himself to art, not a master of women's clothing.

After using the spell given by Abe Seimei, he did successfully land in the Heian era, but when he opened his eyes, he saw gorgeous skirts and various flower hairpins all over the screen, and when he bowed his head, he saw a flat chest/bottom with a clear sense of presence. /Body, Rao is a real girl who has been a few times before, Jingu Jiquan is also a little uncertain about the situation.

It's okay to be a girl, and it's okay to be a boy, but a boy who likes to wear girls' clothes...is it too difficult to be human?Isn't it okay for everyone to be frank?

Then he got the news of the festival. As the only good-looking young palace secretary available at the Guishen Shrine and the future heir of the shrine, he naturally wanted to wear women's clothing for the god.

Fortunately, the effect is good, the main body is still an expressionless face, and the flesh inside has no limit, and has already admired his own beauty in front of the unclear mirror, and tidied himself up with techniques that are too skilled for a man Wide skirt and belt.

Even if it's a boy in a skirt, he's the prettiest one!

Immediately, Jingujiquan, who was happy again, ran out excitedly with a juniper fan, ignoring the maiden who had just arrived and was preparing to serve the young palace secretary in her gown.

Miko:? ? ? ?

Which goblin took away her chance to change clothes for Mr. Shao Gongsi? !

The shrine maiden Tokiko who came here from a small rural shrine attached to the Kifune Shrine to participate in the festival has just taken office. The shrine inherited from her grandmother is already very old, and the number of believers who come to worship is also decreasing. She came this time to hope Can get the help of Kifune Shrine, after all, as a shrine that also enshrines Gaolong God, there is a natural friendship between each other.

Different from her small shrine, the Kifune Shrine in the Kifune Mountains of Kyoto is one of the most prestigious large shrines in the country. There are many affairs in Yinyangliao that you have to ask the shrine's Omiya Secretary to get answers. Even His Majesty the Emperor will know Visit Kifune Shrine regularly.

But Tingzi discovered something strange about such a powerful shrine on the first day.

First of all, Master Bai, the young palace secretary of the shrine, has a face that is too good-looking for a priest. Although he never smiles, he always maintains a cold and alienated attitude towards people who come to worship, but such a The reflection of his behavior and his face makes people have a desire to get closer.

Tingzi swears, there are definitely many believers who will look at Lord Bai's face the whole time when they come to the shrine!

That's right, gods are supposed to disdain human beings, desperately wanting to get closer, wanting to touch...that's all human beings' unstoppable yearning for gods.

Another strange thing is that there are no women in the shrine.

As the maidens who constitute the basic composition of the shrine, they need to undertake the affairs of worshiping the gods as virgins, and lead the believers to visit the shrine. In other shrines, even the operation of the entire shrine is in charge of the maiden.

It can be said that there may be no male priests in a shrine, but witches are absolutely essential.

However, as the country's importance is second only to Ise Shrine and Inari Shrine, and the Kifune Shrine is in charge of the regulation of the mountains, forests, wind, rain, and water, it is really unbelievable that you can't even see a maiden.

Tingzi originally thought that the shrine was unwilling to recruit maidens, but she tentatively mentioned to Omiyaji that she wanted to stay. Omiyaji's attitude was obviously very willing, but later he gently advised her to think again, It made her doubts even deeper.

However, if you can stay...

Just thinking about it like this, Tingzi felt overwhelmed with joy.

"Are all the guards ready for distribution to the public?" Jingujiquan held the former Tianguan with one hand, and pulled out the cypress fan stuck in his belt with the other hand to open it.

The cypress fan, which is gold on one side and silver on the other, can be clearly seen in the night. This cypress fan, bestowed by the imperial palace, is made of real gold and silver powder. of fans.

Tingzi clasped his hands and cast his eyes on Jingujiquan's shoulders: "Ah, that, that is ready..."

Before she finished what she wanted to say, Jingujiquan nodded: "Then I'll go first, and you should go back earlier."

The words that came out of his mouth were so pale that there was no emotion at all, more like a casual social etiquette, but Tingzi who got these words suddenly became happy, and the blush on his cheeks could not be seen clearly under the halo of the lantern: "Yes! I understand, Mr. Bai, be careful on the road! But, but don't you really want to take a stroll, there are many festivals...ah, I'm sorry!"

The young man in front of him kept his gaze calm and looked at her calmly. The witch who was being looked at became more and more flustered, her voice slowly lowered, and finally she couldn't help but bend down.

Ahhh, how can such a god-like noble person mix with those filthy people?He should stand on a high platform, be enshrined, admired, and admired. Those who dare to approach him, those who dare to touch him, should...

A cold finger suddenly tapped on her shoulder, interrupting her frenzied and disordered thoughts.

"Let's go back."

The miko who was patted raised her head in a daze, her gaze froze for a moment, then she patted her forehead in surprise, shook her head in doubt, and answered yes embarrassingly.

Strange... What was she thinking just now?

The place where the festival was held was at the foot of the mountain, while the shrine was halfway up the mountain. Jingujiquan found a secluded place to unload the heavy clothes that were too cumbersome on him, and handed them to the priests to take back with props and other things. Step through the noisy market to the quiet forest.

Paper lanterns and small colorful flags are hung everywhere in the market. The simple but full-bodied food exudes a strong smell, together with the steaming smoke, trying to decorate the place with a lively atmosphere. When the mask was being sold, Jingujiquan stopped involuntarily.

The masks made of paper and white sap were really clumsy and ugly compared to those bestowed by the shrine, but his eyes couldn't help but focus on one of the smiling fox masks.

Taking out a copper plate to buy the mask, Jingujiquan put it on his hand and twirled it around, then put it on his face.

Not long after he left, another person came to the small stall that no one cared about.

The new guest has silver-white long hair and light blue eyes that are as beautiful and clean as a clear sky. He is wearing a blue hunting suit that is extremely expensive at first sight. There are delicate patterns floating on the satin fabric. He looks like the sky The clouds or mist in the mountains and forests, the appearance is exquisite and beautiful beyond people's imagination, and the temperament of the whole body is calm and gentle, like a jar of wine when it is at its most mellow.

It's so beautiful, thought the stall owner, who had never seen such a beautiful person before, so frighteningly beautiful, like a monster.

But out of respect for the customer, he still didn't say anything: "What do you want to see?"

He swallowed the words that "the nobles in Kyoto also like it very much" that he used later.

The young man with a good-looking face like a monster leisurely picked up a white fox mask and put it on his face, then turned his head and asked, "How does this look?"

Only then did the stall owner realize that there was someone beside him. He stood there as if he had just appeared. He obviously had an extraordinary appearance, but his sense of existence was so inconceivable.

The young man holding the round fan with the word "Sacrifice" in his hand glanced coldly at the excited person beside him, his eyes stopped on the white fox for two seconds, and then quickly moved away as if hurting his eyes: "...Aren't you Fox, what kind of mask are you wearing?"

The words that came out of his mouth were straight to sharp. Abe Seimei, who knew his temperament, was not angry. He put down the mask in his hand, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked slowly along with the crowd: "I didn't expect that the festival here has already With such a large scale, it also attracts amazing things.”

Big Tengu pursed his lips, and spoke after a long while: "It's all just miscellaneous fish."

Abe Seimei then laughed, and tapped the shoulder of the stubborn and upright shikigami with his fan: "Hey, it's not enough to kill them all. Recently, the priestesses of Kibune Shrine have disappeared frequently, and we must find the reason."

The corner of the big tengu's mouth turned down an inch according to the situation.

trouble.

The Great Onmyoji, who had already had enough experience in this world, smiled, as if seeing someone familiar through him: "Death is never the best way to solve problems."

Big Tengu knew what he was thinking when he saw his expression, he couldn't help but frowned, a little bit unbearable: "When you think of that...who, can you stop showing such a strange and disgusting expression?"

Suddenly unable to remember the name, Daitengu could only use "that who" instead.

Abe Seimei, who was evaluated as "weird and disgusting", spread his fan to cover half of his face, revealing only a pair of narrow fox eyes: "Ah, are you angry?"

Big Tengu's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Why should I be angry about this kind of thing? It's you, who keeps saying that you have a good friend or something, but he never came to you, right? Maybe he's dead long ago. must."

The big tengu is really lethal when he is upright. Abe Seimei twirled the fan in his hand nonchalantly, still smiling: "He promised to come to me, maybe he was delayed by something on the way, anyway wait Enough."

Ootengu looked away and didn't say anything this time.

Maybe it's delayed by something on the road, just wait...

You have been waiting for almost ten years, right?

Big Tengu slandered in his heart, why are friends so important?It's even more unbearable than Izuki chasing after drinking.