[Cijiu colleagues] Two or three things about the big demon

I don't know if this is the kindness God has given me.

One day, one hundred years after Dajiangshan retreated, I possessed an ability even more incredible than demon power.

At first, I couldn't even describe what a power this was.All I know is that I'll be able to reconnect with my best friend, Shuten-douji.

Friends of various identities, various ages, and differences.

After so many years, I was finally able to see his shining purple eyes, blazing red hair, casual smile or stern expression outside of the dream, his gestures and breaths All so real and alive.

Reachable and untouchable.

Yes, I can only see him, but I cannot hug, kiss, or participate in any moment of his life.

So I also doubt whether this is the punishment given to me by God.

However, the torture of a hundred years of loneliness made me gradually forget the self who once looked down on the world.I was worn away by the seemingly endless years, bowed my head to the lonely world, and prayed to God not to end this punishment.

I often think that if my close friend sees me like this, he will probably laugh at me, sweeping across me with his long and narrow eyes, with disdain for the weak at the end of his eyes and the corners of his lips.Or is it anger?He had always loathed the word surrender.In the many years of fighting against everything in the world, although I have seen his defeat, I have never seen him admit defeat.

He was always domineering, always in high spirits.

So he definitely can't see me now.

But he won't come to wake me up, and he won't even give me a sneer.

It is rumored that after the ghost king of Oeyama was beheaded, his deputy Ibaraki Doji disappeared.

I am in the world, and every time I hear such remarks, I find it funny.Am I not right here?Staring at you all the time by your side, trying to tear you apart.

But I can't do that.Because my best friend wants me to live, and wants me to guard his great country.

So the flame of revenge burned my heart all the time, and gradually, my heart withered and turned into a wasteland.

You can't live well and you can't die.

I once thought that this was the only way to go in this life.Resign yourself to your fate for hundreds or thousands of years, waiting for the day of decline, and find a place where you used to drink and talk with your best friends to die quietly.relief.

Until that day, my ashes-like life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

I woke up from a hangover with a splitting headache. The severe pain even affected my vision. The world in front of me felt very strange to me—it wasn’t a big river or a izakaya I often went to, nor was it any familiar street. streets and alleys.

I was sitting in the grass, next to the grass was a hard road, and there were many strangely dressed people coming and going, and they walked past me expressionlessly, as if they couldn't see me.Somewhere farther away, the road is wide, and there are many fast things running on it that make strange roars.

Everything in front of me made me feel at a loss.It's obviously a strange world, but why am I standing so abruptly in the crowd?It seems... I am the outlier.

I subconsciously touched the part of my forehead where golden horns would grow in monster form, and I was a little relieved. Fortunately, I still haven't forgotten to transform into a human form, and the yukata haori I'm wearing is quite normal.I stood up and stepped on the hard road beside the grass, thinking whether I should stop a passerby to ask where this is.

"Ibaraki! Here."

This voice...is a close friend!

I looked at the reputation in disbelief, and saw him waving at me in the crowd at a glance—that blazing hair like a flame is a color that I will never forget in my life.

They're cropped, but still brilliant.

Like a moth yearning for a flame, I instinctively ran towards him, but when I took the first step, I suddenly realized that this was probably another dream.Like the hundreds of dreams I've had, this one is just a dream based on longing, absurd and bizarre.But even so, I couldn't stop myself.

No matter when, where and in what form, I will try my best to go to my best friend, even if the other side is just his phantom.

I got closer and closer to him, so close that I could feel his warm breath and the familiar and nostalgic smell of him.I opened my arms to give him a hug, a hug that was strong enough to tell what I missed.

Then, my body penetrated him and he didn't feel it.With a smile on his eyes, he was still looking at the direction I came from, where a guy with a face exactly like mine was trotting towards him.

Who is he?

I turned around and wanted to grab my best friend's shoulder, but my hand penetrated his body again.

It really is a dream.I thought unwillingly, although it was so real that I could capture his breath, I couldn't even realize the most basic touch.

The guy who was almost in the same mold as me hugged my best friend and slapped his face with a big, piercing kiss.

How can he?How dare!

It's been a long time since I've been so angry, but the fist went through the guy without doing any damage.I could only punch myself in the chest angrily to vent the anger rushing in my blood.It hurts.

Can people in dreams feel pain?

I have lost the ability to think.

"Ibaraki, don't make trouble."

I heard my best friend say that, to that guy.But his best friend didn't intend to stop him at all, and even raised his hand to rub against his back lightly a few times.

They talked and laughed happily in front of my eyes and left side by side, even though I shouted hoarsely on the spot, I never looked back.

I stumbled to chase, chased through the streets and alleys, watched them chasing and laughing, said goodbye at a certain intersection, and met again a few streets away, had dinner together, watched art exhibitions, and finally went home together.

Sunrise and sunset, I spent day after day with them, observing their lives, from daily necessities to work decisions to bedtime.I gradually understood that in this world, they belonged to each other, and I was the intruder.But I don't want to leave.I am deeply envious of the ordinary and tasteless life that I get along day and night, because I can't get it.

I don't know how many days later, when I dreamed back one night, I heard my best friend say love to his Ibaraki, so firm and affectionate, even I felt happy, almost hopelessly happy.

This feeling made my heart feel unbearable pain.

When I woke up again, I returned to Dajiangshan.

For a long time after that, I had no way of verifying the authenticity of this experience.I have returned to my lonely life, wandering in all directions, not knowing where to go.

Occasionally, I think of that wonderful journey, and vaguely feel that it is not just a simple dream.

Finally, after getting too drunk again, I entered another world with my best friend and another me.

This world is very similar to the last time, there are many things I haven't seen, what remains unchanged is that they are still in love.

I still haven't figured out the mystery of this ability. I only know that "wine" is the medium. Probably, this is the closest connection with a close friend.In this way, I travel to and from different worlds more and more frequently, to learn the rules of each world, and to visit my best friends in each world.

Another hundred years have passed, and I have seen almost all the life styles of my best friends, including my own of course.

They in different worlds may stay together until they grow old, fight side by side, or chase each other. I have caught up with the beginning of love, and witnessed the blooming of love. Of course, I have also encountered the crisis and decline of love.Not every world of them had a happy ending, but at least they were present in each other's lives.

and I?

From the top of Dajiang Mountain, I looked at the Milky Way in the distance, like a person who died for a long time but failed to enter the earth, so lonely that I couldn't speak.

How much I miss the days when I drank with my best friends under the breeze and bright moon.

But what's the use?

In vain.

In fact, if you think about it seriously, it is not a kind of deep torture to visit your best friends who can't be touched again and again.But there is a fantasy in my heart that supports me and makes me insist on going to different worlds.

I hoped that there would be a one-in-a-million chance that a close friend from another world would be able to detect my existence, see me, think of me, and give me a long-lost hug.

There is no moon and no wine in this night, I am on the ground, sleepy deeply.

no dream.

"Ibaraki Doji!"

The voice of a best friend.

I quickly opened my eyes, and the white sky light fell, a little dazzling.I turned my neck and saw my best friend sitting cross-legged beside me.

is that a lie.

I rubbed my eyes vigorously, and stretched out my hand to touch his knee. It was a real and warm touch. I couldn't help but slowly stroked his leg upwards. I felt something suddenly gushing out of my eye sockets. Blurred my vision.

"You guy, what are you trying to do?"

My best friend was a little irritable. He slapped my hand away, folded his arms on his chest, raised his chin, and looked at me condescendingly, just like when we first met.

"Shouldn't you explain to my uncle what's going on?"

I didn't quite understand what he wanted me to explain, so I got up and knelt down straight to him, responding to his question with a blank expression.

"Best friend?"

"What's your name, Uncle Ben?" The best friend narrowed his eyes slightly, with a cold light in his purple pupils.

"Best friend."

I looked at him greedily, and realized that this time travel was different from the past. I was still in Dajiangshan, and the best friend in front of me probably came from a world that was very similar to the world I was in.

He is so much like my best friend, with the same appearance and dress, the same personality and demeanor, who is he if he is not the ghost king of Dajiangshan?

"Presumptuous!" My best friend suddenly became angry and grabbed my throat, "My uncle has only been back to Mount Ibuki for a few days, so you can't figure out where you are?"

Such is the power!So familiar!

I almost laughed out loud.

A frighteningly strong power that belongs to Shuten-douji!

I raised my hand to grab the powerful hand locked in my throat, my best friend didn't intend to kill me, he followed my strength and let go of his hand.

I lowered my head and placed a deep kiss on his hand.

"No, my king, my eternal king."

"Humph."

The best friend snorted, withdrew his hand and didn't say anything, but I knew that my words were very useful to him.

"Ibaraki, let me ask you, what happened? I have been in Ibuki Mountain for the worship of the believers. Why do you come here again? The monsters in this mountain don't recognize me?"

It turned out to be the case.

I laughed. In the original world, my best friend seemed to have inherited the status of a god as the son of the Ibuki mountain god, and was admired and loved by others.But he is probably also a childish and playful god, always willing to come to me for fun, and he also gets along well with the little monsters in Dajiangshan.

"Why are you smirking? Talk."

My best friend got impatient and stretched out his leg and kicked me lightly.I grabbed his ankle, deciding not to explain the truth to him.

"Little monsters are ignorant, it's not important to make jokes, my king don't care."

"You ghost king, you can't even discipline a few little monsters well."

In his world, I am the ghost king of Dajiangshan.

I smiled and listened to the teachings of the gods, and finally asked him flatteringly if he wanted to have a drink together.

He agreed, no matter how his identity changes, he will still be the Shuten-douji I know who loves wine like hell.

While pushing the cups and changing the cups, I listened to him talking about what he had seen and heard in Mount Ibuki during this period, and people's worship and desire for gods.I occasionally responded with a few words, but dared not say more, for fear of arousing his suspicion.Later, my best friend said that I was tired, and asked me to talk about some interesting things that happened in Dajiang Mountain. I told him a long time ago, when the little girls like Sakura Demon and Yingcao held a spring festival in Houshan.

The best friend let out a chuckle from his nose, and said in a sleepy voice: "They still like to do this, why didn't I see a few of them today?"

I let him rest his head on my shoulder so that he could sleep more comfortably, then looked up at the distant clouds and sky, and told him in a low voice, "They all have the temperament of little girls, so they might hang out in some busy market in the world. gone."

I can't tell my best friend that those little girls are long gone.The cherry blossoms in the back mountain are withered, and the green grass is rotten. Compared with the big monster, the life of the little monster is fragile and short.That's why the little monsters don't know their best friend now, because they have never seen him.

"You have to take care of them so that they don't cause trouble, otherwise it will be very difficult for my uncle."

My best friend did his duty as a god, and enjoined me vaguely with the last trace of sobriety before sleepiness swept over me.

"it is good."

The moon climbed up, and I felt the weight on my shoulders slowly lighten.

Time is up.

I turned around and hugged him, giving him a tearful, not sweet kiss at all.

May you have wine and dreams, and you will have me in your dreams.

There is nothing in the arms, only the bright moonlight.

I thought of a close friend I met once who hadn't met Ibaraki who belonged to him.

He was still a teenager in that world, living a lonely and splendid life.I, who didn't exist, accompanied him who knew nothing, until his Ibaraki appeared.

When I left, I vaguely heard a thank you, but I couldn't verify it.

Now, I can probably believe that out of thousands of encounters, there will always be one miracle.

Later, as long as I meet my best friends who are still alone again, I will tell them, you have to wait until your Ibaraki comes to you.

Even if I knew it, most of them couldn't hear it.

Just like I also know that no matter which world Shuten is waiting for, it's not me.

My drunkenness.

Been dead for many years.

Spring went and autumn came, and spring went and autumn came, and he never came back.

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