save the judge

The enchantment of Kyoto is like a big hood, covering the whole Heian-kyo inside, but this hood is so thin that it has no deterrent effect at all, at best it can only serve as a warning to Yinyangliao.

This layer of film was easily scratched by Yuzao's claws and it was not repaired. After all, the onmyojis in Yinyang Liao really have the ability to take over this big project. There is endless work, and no one wants to do it Such a siren that is big enough but has no practical utility.

Taking advantage of the last twilight, Izumi Jinguji took Higekiri, Tsurumaru and Seimei to part in front of the Rashomon Gate, and went all the way to Mount Kibune, all the way to the village outside the city.

Before leaving, Abe Seimei casually patched the broken barrier, so it's fine if he can't see it, but it seems unreasonable not to do it when he sees it.

Jingujiquan can see this enchantment, especially under the dark sky, the colorful colors flowing on the enchantment are so pale that they are close to nothing, and the blue piece that Seimei added is as bright as a torch.

...this color scheme hurts the eyes too much.

Thinking of this, Jingujiquan looked away, just in time to see Tsurumaru poking the film with the scabbard with interest, the film seemed to be elastic, pushed out a bag by the metal scabbard, and quickly The ground bounced back, releasing a little starlight silver powder invisible to the naked eye.

"Let's go." Jinguji Izumi pulled Tsurumaru's hood, and unceremoniously put it on him, covering his eyes tightly.

"Hey, hey, my hair!" Tsurumaru shook his head, pulled off the hood, his soft silver hair curled up here and there with a sense of art.

Mustache had kept his back to them and didn't know what he was looking at. Then he turned around with a little doubt on his face: "Patriarch? Do you know that person?"

Jingujiquan looked forward along his line of sight. There are many mountains and forests outside of Kyoto. Out of the city gate, there are lush and deserted wild roads and streams. When the evening is approaching, there are almost no pedestrians on the road, so it seems to appear in the middle of the road. The person who walked hurriedly was very conspicuous.

That is……

Izumi Jinguji recognized the identity of the visitor with just one glance. He was wearing the priest's attire of Kibune Shrine, and he was using his sleeve to wave away the weeds by the roadside and the small bugs clumped together like flying clouds.

"Master Shaogongsi?!"

He also seemed to have seen the spring of Jingong Temple not far away, maybe he didn't expect to see the person he was looking for here, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then hurried over with his clothes in his hands, "Shaogong Master Si! I finally found you! Please return to the shrine quickly!"

Jingujiquan frowned: "What's wrong?"

The priest showed a little panic on his face, swallowed his saliva, and carefully looked at Higakiri and Tsurumaru on the side, but didn't express any opinion on their image, but moved closer to Jingujiquan, lowered his voice, Shortness of breath: "...Master Omiya has passed away."

Jingujiquan's pupils shrank: "What? What's going on?"

Although Omiyaji is not young, he definitely cannot be said to be old, and he has been pampered all year round, and his body has no diseases.

Then there are only man-made disasters.

The priest's expression became a little weird, as if mixed with fear and bewilderment. Thinking of the scene at that time, he shivered unconsciously: "It's a monster."

His voice was so low that even Jingujiquan, who was close at hand, could hardly hear it, as if he was speaking entirely with airflow: "Master Omiya... nails several inches long were driven into the eyes and the top of the head, and his hands and feet were crushed. Cut off..."

There was a frightened light in the priest's eyes, he paused here, and then quickly skipped this paragraph: "The shrine refused the visit of the believers today, but such a thing must be hidden soon, I will come here The capital is looking for you, and we must report the death of Omiyaji-sama to His Majesty the Emperor—"

He gritted his teeth in confusion. After all, Omiyaji did not die normally. As the head of the shrine, he served the gods and was the closest existence to the gods, but he died at the hands of monsters under the blessing of the gods...

This is simply an insult to the Kifune Shrine, and the emperor's anger is also conceivable.

As the established heir of Kifune Shrine, after the death of Omiyaji, Jingujiquan has become the de facto Omiyaji. Reporting to the emperor should belong to Jingujiquan, but this matter is not a good thing, especially He doesn't want to have too many interactions with people of this era at all...

Jingujiquan glanced at the priest, and soon found that he was restless, completely unaware that this matter could be entrusted to him, so he immediately withdrew: "I'm going back to the shrine, you go to Kyoto and rest for a night, and then tomorrow." Report to the Emperor."

He nodded to the priest, and winked at Hikiri Tsurumaru, the three of them bypassed the priest, and quickly disappeared at the corner of the path before he could react.

"Patriarch, that Omiya..." It was Tokiri who spoke first, and the blond Fu Sangshen usually looked very dull, but in fact he knew everything in his heart, and found the abnormality in just a few words: "Let's not Talking about why he was targeted by monsters, but just saying that monsters can enter and leave the shrine freely, is very problematic."

Guichuan Mountain is where the shrine of Gaolong God is located. The mountains and forests are full of clear air, and they are born with a strong repulsion to monsters. There is a big reason why Tamamomae could not find the broken tail that he left on Guichuan Mountain. this.

And now there unexpectedly appeared a monster that could swagger into it and kill people...

"Why don't you wait for Seimei-sama to come, and then go and see together?" Tsurumaru suggested, "I don't know the opponent's strength, so it's a bit dangerous to go hastily like this."

Jingujiquan thought for two seconds, then shook his head: "Qingming also has his own affairs, and I don't know what's going on now, so it's better not to bother him."

Tsurumaru put his hands behind his back and walked backwards facing Jingujiquan: "But the situation at Kibune Shrine is not good at all!"

Jingujiquan stopped and turned his gaze to Higakiri: "What do you think?"

The blond-haired Fu Sangshen raised his eyebrows and thought for two seconds, but did not answer directly: "The safety of the Patriarch is the first priority."

Jingujiquan retorted: "There is also Tamamo-mae."

Mustache said quietly: "He can't even enter Guichuan Mountain..."

This is true.

I don't know how that monster did it, but Tamamomae really couldn't help it with Kibuneyama's air.

Thinking about it this way, is that monster a big monster level?

Jingujiquan fell silent.

Tsurumaru breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled again: "Then let's go meet Seimei-sama, and help him solve the matter over there first—"

"Let's go back to Kyoto." Jingujiquan interrupted him, his eyes were bright, as if he had thought of some brilliant idea.

Tsurumaru looked at those eyes that said "I have a good idea", and suddenly felt hairy, and a wonderful premonition urged him not to let Jingujiquan say this idea: "Wait a minute, the main hall..."

"Isn't there not enough people?" Jingujiquan stretched out a hand to hold Tsurumaru's head to signal him to be quiet, "Let's go back to Kyoto! Find another sword!"

Hidekiri's soft smile couldn't hold on anymore.

"In the Heian era, I remember that Mikazuki and Umaru were in the same period as you? And Karasuma, too, do you remember anyone else?" Jingujiquan counted the forging of those swords one by one with his fingers Year, "Sanjo's Ishikiri Maruyan Rongjinjian Xiaohumaru, oops, it's a pity that Awataguchi is not the one with the largest number of people, otherwise it can save a lot of time..."

Suddenly discovered that a group of powerful Jingu Jiizumi had been immersed in his own world. Hearing the names of his colleagues being read out one by one, a faint light flickered in Higakiri's eyes.

"Ah... Patriarch, the city gate has been closed? Even if you want to go back now, you can't go back."

After Jingujiquan talked about it for a while, Higakiri asked this question calmly.

"Eh? This is really a problem." Jingujiquan frowned.

Tsurumaru just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the main hall of his house say: "Then try to summon here."

Before the words fell, the warm spiritual power was ignited like a flame, and the abundant and full power was like a bonfire rising from the ice field. Tsurumaru couldn't help but took two steps towards Jingujiquan, the body knife at his waist was in the scabbard Let out a pleasant and comfortable whistling.

This kind of power washes Fusangshen's body, which is much more comfortable than daily sword maintenance, like a cat falling into catnip, or a drunkard falling into a wine vat, giving Tsurumaru a brief moment Delirious.

In the consciousness of Izumi Jinguji, the dots of fire light are suspended on the boundless ocean like a map, most of the light spots are hidden in the mist, only a small number of light spots are very close to him, and the light is dim It's like sleeping.

And his goal is to wake up these sleeping souls and let them come to him.

Abe Seimei, who was walking on the mountain road, was lowering his head and pulling away a clump of bushes. He suddenly raised his head and looked towards Kyoto.

However, the smell of spiritual power in the air became more and more obvious. Abe Seimei turned around, frowned, and twirled the bat fan in his hand a little anxiously.

The jungle around him also began to make rustling noises. The sleeping thing, smelling the enticing fragrance in the air, couldn't wait to wake up and taste the power without a trace of impurities.

The big silver-haired Onmyoji drew a pentagram in midair with his fingers. Just as the two lines connected and closed, the commotion in the darkness calmed down, and everything returned to the tranquility just now.

"Such a commotion..." Abe Seimei didn't know how to evaluate this friend's talent and ability to use spiritual power.

It's like a child carrying money through the busy market. If it weren't for the two Fusangshen guarding him, he would have been devoured by monsters by now.

His guess was not wrong. Mustache had already noticed the waking darkness around him. It seemed that countless pairs of eyes were slowly opening to peek at this place in the night. His paws and tails that were about to move rubbed against the muddy ground, smelly saliva Dropped in the soil, bringing out strips of silk.

It smells so good...it smells so good...

The frequency of sharpening their claws has accelerated, there are only three people, one is edible food, and the other two...

There was a moment of hesitation in the peeping gaze.

It's Fusangshen... the Fusangshen of the sword.

It's terrible, it's terrible!

The small voices that only youkai can hear overlapped and trembled.

But it smells so good...

The smell has faded away, and the monsters who have smelled the fragrance have become impatient, wanting to catch, to catch!

The first monster who couldn't help it bounced up from the grass, pulled out a phantom in the air like a sharp arrow, and rushed straight towards Jingongsiquan!

Standing with his back facing this direction, Fu Sangshen with blond hair closed his eyes and listened calmly to the sudden sound. There was a sharp and piercing sound of a sword being unsheathed suddenly, as if a lion was waking up and moaning, dull and majestic. He swore his own existence to his subjects.

A knife!

Smelly blood splashed down, and the stiff body flew forward two meters due to inertia before crashing down. Water-like mucus flowed out from the almost torn body.

Its death did not become a deterrent, and under its cover, the monsters hiding everywhere rose from the ground and swarmed here.

Tsurumaru lowered his waist and blocked Jingujiquan behind him, forming a simple protective circle with Hikiri who was standing with a knife in his hand.

The first wave has already hit their swords. The sharp blades split teeth and bones, making a scalp-numbing sound in the night. The blades reflected the moonlight, casting blood into a nearly deep black.

And a clearer and colder moonlight came at this time.

The two swords crossed each other, making a pleasant "ding", and then they separated. What remained in the place were the seemingly complete corpses of the two monsters. The moon wheels forged on the blades reflected the dim moon in the sky, but it was hard to tell them apart. Which is brighter.

"My lord, are you alright?" Slashing a monster with a knife, the dark blue figure that emerged from the thin light seemed to be strolling in a courtyard, smiling at Jingujiquan, "Sanri Yuezong is approaching, come and report."

Umaru, who appeared at the same time as him, smiled, and dealt with a monster back to back with Mikayue, and greeted Hikiri who was not far away: "Higakiri, why don't you see Kemaru?"

The blond-haired Fu Sangshen raised his hand to wipe away the scarlet that splashed on the end of his eyes, but instead of wiping it clean, it gave off a strange and ferocious beauty. He casually twirled his fingers: "Huh? Who is that? "

Yingmaru, who had known about Higakiri's problem for a long time, smiled in a low voice, and helped Ishikirimaru by one side: "No, the enemy is over there, Ishikirimaru Temple."

The honest-looking Otachi sighed, put away the knife that almost cut his colleague: "I didn't expect it to be a night battle, ah, I'm sorry."

Seeing Odachi politely apologize to the person who accidentally stepped on his foot, Umaru added helplessly: "...that's the enemy."