save the judge

Guichuan Shrine has a great reputation, but its actual scale does not match its reputation. The shrine standing halfway up the mountain has gorgeous vermilion torii gates and solemn and simple palaces. It means that this place is the residence of the gods, and evil things are forbidden to visit.

Jingujiquan walked over and respectfully prayed to the god. The twilight in the sky had begun to fade, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, as if he had just woken up.

"came back?"

A majestic voice sounded behind him. Jingujiquan put down his folded hands and turned his head to look. In the early morning light, a man appeared in the courtyard covered with white sand and gravel at some time. He was wearing a white hunting suit and a black hat half folded. With white hair, there are obvious marks left by the years on his face, but his figure is still tall and straight.

"Yes, teacher."

Jingujiquan bowed slightly, bowing to the actual ruler of the shrine, who was also his teacher.

Omiyaji looked at the lowered head of the young man in front of him, his eyes flicked away from the back of his neck, and quickly covered up his emotions.

"Everything in this shrine will be handed over to you soon, and tomorrow I will take you to the Yinyang Liao." 38 years old is the age to hand over the duties to the next generation. The boy who came up said, "You will be the youngest Omiya in Japanese history, you don't need to pray to the gods—"

The words behind him were vaguely blocked in his throat, and he only let out a few short laughter composed entirely of breath sounds.

Jingujiquan didn't speak.

"Prior to this, give me an explanation for the frequent disappearance of witches in the shrine."

Omiya ordered so.

Jingujiquan bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, I follow your order, and I will find out as soon as possible."

Like all mountains and forests, Guichuan Mountain at night is full of horror factors that can be achieved by the limit of human imagination, too thick darkness, absolutely silent silence, and the occasional light protrudes like the claws of a banshee. Twisted branches, mountain roads covered with greasy moss, small animals passing by the treetops from time to time...

Although there is a Kifune Shrine dedicated to the gods here, it is of no use at all.

Especially after the shrine maiden disappeared again and again——

Izumi Jinguji stands on the stone steps leading to the shrine, looking down from a distance, the lush trees are like sharp arrows piercing the sky, on days when there is no moonlight, the mountains and forests covered by night are dark, rustling He couldn't hear it either, and he closed his eyes, almost delusional that he was standing in a big empty glass enclosure.

"Boom-"

Jingujiquan suddenly turned his eyes away, staring at the direction from which the voice came.

Although he couldn't see anything, he instinctively found a certain direction.

"Boom-"

The blood all over his body began to flow backwards, Jingujiquan took out his hand from the sleeve, his slender fingers trembling uncontrollably.

This is, what sound? !He's heard it before, it's familiar...but for a while...

"Boom-"

The sound of metal and wood knocking sounded again, louder this time, and the weight seemed to penetrate the silent and oppressive night.

Yes, the sound of nails being knocked.

The cold female voice came from far to near, approaching him like an erratic nightmare, lowering her blue and white cold face, with a bright touch of red on her lips, she showed an infatuated smile towards Jingujiquan, and opened her rotten eyes. out of his mouth, exhaling a gloomy and lifeless breath: "—"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Jingujiquan sat up with difficulty, his eyes were still a little dazed, the sound of knocking nails in the dream seemed to be ringing clearly in his ears, one by one, knocking from the wood to his nails On the heart, the heavy pressure caused him to have short breathing stagnation.

"Master Shao Gong Si, Lord O Gong Si, please come over." Outside the gate, the priest prostrated himself on the ground and announced.

"...Ah, I see."

After a long silence, a hoarse voice came from the room. The priest lying on the wooden corridor subconsciously grabbed his neck to prevent the sudden heavy breathing from disturbing the people inside.

"Yes……"

He murmured in response.

"The miko-sama Genji sent was missing yesterday."

The young palace secretary who had been accompanying him all the time was kneeling and sitting not far away with an indifferent appearance. The priest who came to report quietly raised his head and glanced at him, almost using all his strength to suppress the desire to get closer.

Almost everywhere reveals the stench of monsters.

This is Omiya Ji's evaluation after hearing the news about the disappearance of the last miko.

After the low-ranking priest in Su Yi retreated respectfully, the high-ranking and powerful Omiya raised his wrinkled eyes. His eyelids were turning blue due to age, but he still had the sharp eyes of a young man. : "Bai, did you see the way he looked at you?"

This is the fourth day after the lively festival, and the daily life in the shrine resumed calm again. The shrine maiden who came to study from other places continued her practice, and the priests dutifully guided the The people who pay homage just add a night patrol activity to their daily work.

Of course Shaogongji didn't need to participate in such tiring work, but Jingujiquan still expressed his desire to participate in it to his teacher, and then heard the notice from the priest who came to report.

again.

He thought lightly.

That was the last maiden belonging to Guishen Shrine, Genji from Kyoto, a noble family background, who had just been here less than seven days ago.

"What do you mean?" Jingu Jiquan thought about the appearance of the girl he had only seen once, and casually responded to Omiyaji's question.

Omiyaji, who is nearly forty years old, has gray hair on his sideburns. In such an age, it is a long life to live to be 40 years old. He sat on the horizontal seat very close to his disciple and looked at his beloved disciple in front of him. .

yes beloved...

The corner of Omiyaji's mouth trembled.

How could it not be my beloved, so beautiful, young, gentle, intelligent, well-mannered, respectful of teachers, and devout to the gods, this is his chosen future successor, the future crown of the shrine——

How could anyone not like such a person?

"The way he looks at you is full of uncleanness and filth." With the solemn look he used when serving the gods, Omiyaji said such vicious words.

Shao Gongsi then raised his eyes slightly, and for the first time, the doubts belonging to humans appeared on his face carved from ice and snow, as well as a very faint smile: "But my lord, when you look at me, you also have the same look in your eyes. "

With childish and innocent doubts, the young and beautiful Shaogongsi sat on the horizontal mat, with the cypress fan in his hand folded and placed on his knees, in an extremely elegant and beautiful posture, his expression was full of unworldly indifference, but It is more chilling than the most vicious scolding.

Omiyaji leaned back suddenly, as if he had been punched hard in the face, and retreated a little as if his body flinched.

But his fear didn't last long, another stronger emotion enveloped him, he felt that his old body and internal organs were breathing crazily, and his aging body was going crazy under the gaze of this man Pumping blood toward the heart, his skin slowly became tighter, his limbs gradually became stronger, and his muscles were recovering, expanding, and full...

He can catch him.

Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

Jingujiquan stared expressionlessly at Omiyaji who suddenly fell in front of him. The man's thin fingers grabbed his wrist with a frenzy that wanted to crush it, and his eyes tightly grabbed him: " Yes... yes, you were given to me by the gods, and belong to me alone!"

The man in power trembled all over his body, trembling because of his own thoughts: "I am so devout! I dedicate everything I have to Lord Gao Longshen, and you are the reward she bestowed on me! Only me! Only I can have you!"

What he said was confusing, but the people in front of him just kept a calm expression, looking at him was no different from those who came to worship.

This kind of feedback dissatisfied Omiyaji, he tried harder to pull this person closer to him, and Jingujiquan had to bend down a little with his movements.

"I picked you up! I gave you identity, status, and future glory!" Omiya Si spoke incoherently and swore sovereignty to this person.

"No one can look at you like that! Only me!"

Jingongjiquan endured the turmoil in his heart. This Omiyaji actually has such thoughts towards his disciple? !

But it's not right... Such crazy love is too wrong, Jingujiquan's mind quickly flashed the sight of people looking at him in the past few days.

It's all the same admiration, reverence, and hidden below with nowhere to escape... admiration.

How could this be?

Jingujiquan frowned slightly.

He is like a target of love, everyone can't help but pour the purest love into him the first time they see him, approaching him like moths to a flame.Was it also like this before he came to this body?Impossible, it is impossible for such superimposed love to remain unexpressed for so many years.

So... after his arrival?

Jingujiquan faintly felt something was wrong.

His expression became even colder.

No wonder this body has been suffering from facial paralysis for many years. If it were not like this, something even more terrifying might happen...

Jingujiquan slowly withdrew his hand from Omiyaji's hand. People who lost their minds would never let go of their treasures. In the stalemate between the two parties, there was a crisp "click", and Jingujiquan Expressionlessly, he pulled out his dislocated wrist in severe pain and covered it under his wide sleeve.

"You are in a bad mood today, please excuse me to leave."

Omiyaji regained his sanity amidst the strength that disappeared all over his body, he was stunned for a few seconds, as if his whole body had become stooped and aged a lot.

"Go."

He waved his hand: "What I just said..."

Jingujiquan stood up, his expression as usual: "Aren't you joking with me?"

He said so.

Omiyaji looked at him for a few seconds, then nodded slowly, with a satisfied and dissatisfied smile: "Yes, it's a joke. You have to remember, I picked you up."

Jingujiquan bowed to him, then turned and left the room, which was so simple that there was almost nothing.

I was picked up by him?

Pausing at the gate of the shrine, Jingujiquan squinted his eyes, and began to dig out the memory of this body rarely.

Empty.

Nothing was found.

"Ah..." Jingujiquan sighed softly. This has never happened before. This body seems to have become an empty shell long ago. Memories also swept away.

But it doesn't matter, he can still ask.

The young palace secretary of Guichuan Shrine shifted his gaze to several priests not far away.

The news he got was not much different from what Omiyaji gave him. He was really picked up. Literally, he was brought back by Omiyaji who went out one day, and then he practiced in the shrine and became a priest. Shao Gongsi——

It's that simple.

Even Omiyaji didn't know anything about his past, so because of this face, it was considered a gift from the gods.

Humans can always use their full imagination when making excuses for themselves.

Jingujiquan quickly let go of this meaningless topic, and asked instead: "Has anything happened in Kyoto recently?"

Several priests just thought about it for a while, and they said a lot of things.

"Recently, the capital is very uneasy. Many nobles claimed to have seen monsters, and asked the onmyojis from Yinyang Liao to come to clean up the evil, and some came to the shrine to beg for the blessing of the gods... Oh, yes, I heard that there was a ghost on the other side of the bridge. The female ghost who killed her, as well as Rashomon, the gate of Abe’s house is almost broken, right?”

Several priests began to laugh.

Jingujiquan blinked his eyes: "Abe— Seimei?"

The priests nodded: "Yes, not only Abe House, but if Mr. Raimitsu was not a nobleman, the situation there would not be much better..."

They began to whisper about the famous Onmyoji and Ghost Slayer in Kyoto again. Jingujiquan left here quietly, taking a long breath. It is also time to be trapped in the shrine by Omiyaji these days Going to visit a friend I haven't seen for a long time.