Vientiane Senro

Even though it has been a long time and countless things have happened in between, Ji Qiu still remembers the first time he woke up, and the temple not far from Ping'an capital.The Fujiwara Xingcheng who was parasitized by the sparrow was an official who returned to Kyoto for promotion. Although he had such good things, it was obvious that his luck was not very good later. According to the "memory" obtained by Ji Qiu, In fact, he was already eaten up by the "little sparrows" on the way.And the reason why those subordinates think he is still alive is because...

"Please wait a moment!" An old voice stopped the young man who was walking leisurely in front.

This face that Ji Qiu once had has not yet grown into the face that will be in full bloom in the future. Compared with Qingming who can send his "spirit" back to modern times, his facial features still show a little He is immature, but after all, he is still the "Mr. Qingming" when he was young, so in his eyes, he always feels that there is something more than ordinary people.

That is a kind of spirituality, a rare gift.

The boy Seimei was wearing a narrow-sleeved trouser skirt, which was not gorgeous, but neat and decent. Two strands of long hair were draped smoothly from his forehead, and the rest was tied behind him with a cloth belt. The reason why he stopped his steps was because Not only because of the familiar voice of shouting from behind, but also because of a sudden blessing to the soul.

There was no omen or evidence, he just felt that he should stop here for a while.

What to stop for?The young Qingming discovered that even he himself didn't know.

But Qingming has never disobeyed her inner voice, since she wants to stop for a while, then just stop for a while.No matter what the reason is, it will always appear in front of me. At that time, the current waiting will definitely show its meaning.

The old abbot, who entrusted appeasing relatives to the later monks, chased him up from behind, but Qingming was not surprised. He turned around and greeted the monk who had solved the "infestation sparrow" incident. , and then said: "Why is the abbot calling me to stop?"

The old monk fiddled with the rosary a little faster, he looked Qingming up and down for a while, and said calmly: "Listen to Mr. Fujiwara's attendants, young man, do you learn from He Maogong?"

Qingming smiled and said: "Master Lai Zhongxing values ​​it, I am indeed practicing in the He Mao Mansion now."

The old monk frowned: "Then, you are the one who left the spell on Mr. Fujiwara?"

Qingming said apologetically, "It's right here."

"Why do you do this?" the old monk asked.

"This matter was ordered by Mr. Fujiwara himself." Seimei calmly replied.

"Oh?" The old monk was a little puzzled, but his tone slowed down a little.

"I think you didn't yell, beat and kill when you came up, old monk, because you have already seen it," Qingming said with a smile, "My technique is just to maintain the original appearance of Mr. Fujiwara, and there is no other reason. Aggressive."

"Not bad." The old monk nodded.

"Master Fujiwara has been away from Kyoto for more than ten years," Seimei sighed softly, "Heian-kyo is the hometown of his birth, and he misses returning here day and night. One last wish."

Qingming recalled: "He hoped that his body would be buried near the hometown where he was born, instead of being buried in a wild field on the road at random. He hoped to maintain his dignity as much as possible. Ugly."

"Amitabha," the old monk, who was used to seeing all kinds of things, couldn't help but sighed, and then he continued to ask: "Then, do you know why the eggs of these penetrating sparrows came in the first place?"

"Lord abbot, you are also a warm-hearted person," Qingming admired. He knew that the monk wanted to deal with the harmful monsters such as falling into the chest from the root, so as to avoid it, and the latecomers didn't know anything. In the case of being killed again.Thinking of this, Qingming's expression became a little colder: "It's not natural, it's man-made."

The abbot was surprised: "This kind of monster is actually made by someone else?"

"Monsters and demons are also compatible," Seimei said slowly, "When I came to greet you in the name of a revered master, Mr. Fujiwara was already deeply wounded. With my way of doing things, there was no way I could recover. Fujiwara At first, my lord thought that I just ate the eggs of this kind of monster at some point, but then the murderer sent him a letter on his own initiative..."

"Is this rampant?" the old monk shouted.

"Master Fujiwara has actually forgotten it a long time ago," Seimei said: "Ten years ago, he once commented on the poetry of another adult in front of a singing banquet under the viewing of the emperor, and his words were quite belittling. meaning."

The old monk couldn't help but widen his eyes. Seeing that Qingming didn't continue, he couldn't help asking, "Is it just because of this?"

"It's just because of this." Qingming said lightly.The dead Fujiwara and the murderer had a big quarrel in front of the emperor. Both parties were reprimanded by the emperor for their disrespect. Ten years later, Fujiwara came back. The life of an adult.Nothing else, just from that quarrel.

"Amitabha." The old monk chanted the Buddha's name again. He fiddled with the rosary in his hand and recited a section of "Ksitigarbha Sutra" silently, as if he was seeing off Mr. Fujiwara, although he had already passed the time in the front hall. Once, but after hearing the reason, he recited it again.

"Master Monk, you can't wait so much," Qingming didn't wait for him to continue to say something, and changed the subject: "I just chased you from the front hall, maybe it's not just because of Master Fujiwara?"

The old monk paused, but he didn't hesitate. His temperament is not the kind of person who plays tricks, otherwise, he could have waited for the visitors to discover the abnormality in the temple, and then revealed the truth under the questioning of others, and then used it to ask for help. other help.

Just as if he had revealed everything to Bhikkhuni Bai, the old monk did not hide what happened in the temple just because Qingming was young. He slowly revealed the plight of the temple.

"Old monk, you came to me," Qingming lowered her eyebrows, "I'm afraid it's because of loyalty to Master, right?"

The old monk's eyebrows twitched: "Although I don't want to trouble Mr. He Mao, but this time the matter is too big. If the Enli Temple is destroyed, I will go with all the ancestors, but it's just that the person who established this temple The site chosen by the Patriarch is too close to the Heian capital, and once disaster occurs, it will most likely spread to the capital, and if it disturbs the nobles, that would be a serious crime."

"Master Monk, why are you so insincere?" Although Qingming was young, he did not have the formality of meeting elders, or he also knew that the old monk would not care about his "little" faux pas, so he naturally teased .

"Little benefactor, you are joking." A smile appeared on the old monk's old face, and he bowed his head and chanted.

The abbot who came to ask for help left.But Qingming did not leave.He stood there pensively, his eyes swept across the corridors of this unremarkable temple.Behind him is the main hall of Shurangama Temple, also known as the Hengchuan Middle Hall, where the holy Guanyin and the menacing Bishamonten are enshrined. There is no need to describe the details, because what he is concerned about is not there.

A cluster of berberis with dense branches and leaves hanging down oval-shaped fiery red fruits in front, the bushes and dense leaves under the tall maple trees together blocked the view of the corridor on the other side. When Seimei went around, he saw A stone pavilion with four corners, the night wind blowing in the pavilion, the stone table and stone bench are cold, as if the feeling he had before was just a fantasy, there is no one here now, and there was no one before.

"Illusion?" Qingming quickly denied her doubts: "No, my feeling can't be wrong."

Sandalwood lingers.

He stood in the moonlight and thought independently for a while, and finally showed an interested smile: "Forget it, although I don't know who this 'shy' guest is, but it is a visitor who lives in this temple , when the time comes, just ask the abbot-sama!"

Ji Qiu returned to his own room, and in the room, Bhikkhuni Bai was already waiting for him.Because this female guest's divination ability is needed, besides the young Qingming, Bai Bhikkuni is already another foreign guest who was told by the old monk about the abnormality in the temple.Although he was told not to spread the word, but in front of Ji Qiu, Bhikkhuni Bai did not stick to restraint.

"The Buddha statue in the temple moved?" Ji Qiu raised his eyes uninterestedly. Unlike others, he had already experienced part of this incident. Since he knew that another Qingming would stay here today and tonight, of course he also He knew the next experience of this place, and he also knew that the old monk's plan to invite He Mao Zhongxing, the great Onmyoji, had failed from the very beginning.

Because his estimated time was wrong.The evil spirits in the temple have been secretly moving for a long time, and the old monk suppressed them with Buddhism, but this time something seems to be wrong.

The outbreak of the incident caught everyone off guard, because...

The time is tonight!

Ji Qiu raised his head to look at the moonlight, he closed his eyes, made an estimate, and calculated carefully, it will be an hour later!