On the Possibility of Part-Time Jobs for God Judges[Comprehensive]

After staying at the old woman's house for a while, sorting things out, Lian Hongba felt at ease, and then he took his leave and left this place protected by the enchantment.

That's right, the real identity of this ordinary-looking old woman is definitely not simple. This room is probably the safest in Heian-kyo.

"Come here often to play." The old man smiled, "If you have anything on your mind, you can also talk to me, an old woman."

Lian Hongba raised the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly.

Back at the rented house, Abe Seimei hadn't rested yet, and was writing and drawing on the map.Hearing the news of Lian Hongba's return, he turned his head with a smile, "Hongba, come and see."

Lian Hongba walked up to him and glanced at the map, where the location of the Fengshen Shrine had been marked.

Is this to give him information?Lian Hongba raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of a malicious smile.

"There seems to be some mistakes in the previous calculations. This is the correct source of [Kuanglan]." Seimei Abe sincerely apologized, "Sorry, it was my fault. I should verify it a few times. Fortunately, there is no delay now."

"It's nothing. I'm not good at deduction, so I'm the one who is even more useless." Of course, Lian Hongba would not care about this with Abe Seimei, "Then let's go there in the afternoon? I don't believe Lian Lian will do something to destroy Kyoto. Things are coming."

The overly intimate address made Abe Qingming's eyes darken. This slight change was not noticed at all, so he hid it. He smiled again and said, "Okay, what's for lunch?"

"How's the face?"

"Will Hongba come to do it?"

"Obviously there are fast food..."

"Will Hongba come to do it?"

"...you are so troublesome."

Lian Hongba looked disgusted, but he still took out the ingredients and started kneading the dough.At the beginning, Abe Seimei tried to make a move by his side, but in the end he was mercilessly driven away because of repeated help.

The nobles in the Heian era were really unreliable. Wouldn't it be a rhythm to starve to death if they went out by themselves?Lian Hongba slandered while shaking his face, Fox's eyes fluctuated up and down with his movements, and he fainted after a while.

Abe Seimei stared intently until the noodles were put into the pot, and then he was distracted by the small noodle kneading thing in front of him.

It was a small fox with a pinched face, pointed ears and a tail, and a light body, obviously not the chubby fox.

"Here you are." Lian Hongba was very generous, "If you want to eat it, you can throw it into the pot right now."

Abe Seimei put away the kneaded fox in a second and hid it in his sleeve, it seemed that he absolutely didn't want to eat this.

For a moment when practicing Hongba, I thought of the face lamp filled with sesame oil that was cold during the Lantern Festival that year.It was also a little fox with a round tail, which was gradually rounded by the steam, but it was not eaten in the end.

"... Is this a scene that Hongba has seen before?" Abe Seimei suddenly said, noticing that Lian Hongba's body was tense for a second, and lowered his head apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't think..."

He paused for a while, and then continued: "It's just that, in this singularity, I remembered something from the past, and I took it for granted that Hongba would also have some past associations. It's my disrespect."

"Sorry for reminding you of sad times."

On the contrary, Lian Hongba relaxed, and he simply leaned directly on Abe Seimei, and the closer the distance seemed to mean the closer their hearts were.Abe Seimei looked at the red hair in his arms, moved his fingertips slightly, and pressed down again.

"What did Qingming think of?" Lian Hongba asked following his meaning.

He was too docile, it was a bit unusual to be docile, but the opportunity to chat like this was once in a lifetime, so even though he had doubts, Abe Seimei continued to talk.

"Hongba, I always thought that luck and misfortune in this world are fair. No matter how much misfortune you endure, there will be as much happiness waiting in front of you. This is the fairness of fate."

Lian Hongba raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, "How is it possible, otherwise there would be a saying that 'things backfired'."

"...Yes." Abe Seimei's voice was lower, as if suppressing some kind of pain, "I didn't understand this until a long time later."

"There is no fairness in this world."

Lian Hongba listened quietly, his red pupils were calm, Abe Seimei looked down into his eyes, the warm and pure black pupils inherited from his mother were mixed with the bewitching "three-pointed fox".

"Hongba, we are all unfortunate people. We are devastated, stumbled, and put in a hundred times more effort than others, but we can't get the happy ending we deserve...is this fair?"

"Because I was able to see disasters when I was a child, I was treated as a disaster. You were born to look down on misfortune, so you were given misfortune. It's not fair, Hongba, it's the same for you and me."

Lian Hongba saw the flames of revenge burning in those pure black eyes, and made a silent and hideous voice, he seemed to be "bewitched" by these eyes, and felt that the world was against them!

This—unjust world!

The aroma of the noodles in the pot came out, Lian Hongba suddenly came back to his senses, sat up quickly, and went to save his noodles.

Abe Seimei: ...destroyed by a pot of noodles!

The best opportunity has been missed, and the next time will not be known.Abe Seimei quickly adjusted his expression, and picked up the noodle bowl as if nothing had happened just now.

After eating, the two went out to the Fengshen Shrine together. Lian Hongba had a plan in mind, but it still needed to be confirmed.

He wanted to confirm how much memory the Lianlian that appeared at the singularity had, and whether the most important part was included in this memory.

The Fengshen Shrine was even more dilapidated than the Phoenix Shrine. Lian Hongba walked in, but when he looked up, a smile appeared on his face.

It seems that this one doesn't even remember anything.

Above the dilapidated shrine, a warm orange lantern hangs abruptly.The wind lamp floats in mid-air, illuminating the square inch above the torii gate, just with this lamp, it dilutes the desolation and dilapidation of the whole shrine, and outlines a gentle silhouette.

"Go back." Lian Hongba turned his head directly, "I have already seen what I want to see, this disaster can be resisted."

He spoke with complete confidence, Abe Seimei turned his head to look at his high spirits, and couldn't help softening his brows and eyes, but soon, this softness was shrouded in haze again.

It's just unreal.He told himself that if he was soft-hearted, if he let it go, everything would come to that tragic ending.

Time and time again, [Lianhongba]'s bones piled up into mountains, and he couldn't find a way out after struggling hard. He had to think about solutions that might be hated.

However, even if he is hated, he still wants to go this way.

"... Seimei."

Abe Seimei suddenly stopped in his tracks, Lian Hongba stopped in front of him at some point, and stared at him seriously, his red pupils almost made Abe Seimei feel a bit embarrassed.These eyes have not changed since then, and every time he sees them, it reminds him of the rainy days under the snowy moon, the one who looked back with no haze while holding his hairpin.

He didn't know what Lian Hongba was going to say, he had already conceived all kinds of rhetoric in his mind, but he saw that Lian Hongba just stretched out his hand to him.

"You're going to fall, you're so careless when you walk."

Only then did Abe Seimei realize that the position he was in was somewhat dangerous, and he couldn't say whether he was relieved or disappointed. He handed his hand to Lian Hongba, his cold fingertips touched the warm palm, subconsciously contracted slightly, but was held tightly , pulled to a safe road.

In order to change the subject, Abe Seimei asked how to deal with the disaster.

"Lianlian has a memory, it's much easier to handle." When Lian Hongba talked about Yimulian, his tone was naturally intimacy, "The lamp just now was a reminder to me by Lianlian."

wind lamp?Abe Seimei recalled the past, when he was still very young, Lian Hongba made the former Fengshen feel sad because he was able to see the wind lanterns that filled the mountains that night, and the whole Heian-kyo could see it, which was a good story for a while.

Hearing this matter again now, it was still from Lian Hongba, and he felt a kind of...slight jealousy.

"It's an old method, and I hope it works." Lian Hongba was very confident, and he started to tie up the lamp when he returned home.

One after another, tied up, transported out of the city, placed in a specific location, with a formation drawn on it, and when necessary, the lamps will be directly lit to let the wind lanterns fly.

The light and shadow quickly dissipated when encountering the devil, and Abe Seimei held the last lamp, without much hesitation, still put it in the predetermined position, and took a step back.In the gradually thickening night, someone seemed to issue an order, and all the wind lanterns flew up together, rising upwards, sparks lit up on the dark ground in an instant, and it was almost impossible to tell where was the night sky above and below.

In the midst of the grand scene, Abe Seimei heard footsteps behind him, Lian Hongba was holding a remaining wind lamp, his rare appearance was slightly messy, and he squinted his eyes to look at the rising lights.

"They will settle down in the air and form a formation, but they are not for blocking anything, and they have no defensive power." He smiled, and in the faint light, his eyebrows showed a kind of softness without murderous intent, "But I know, Even if it is Lianlian who has fallen into the source of disaster, even if Lianlian is arranged by the script to take revenge on human beings, he will definitely, definitely avoid these lights. Just wait and see, Seimei."

The strong wind blows, accompanied by the throne of the Fengshen, and several huge spirals connecting the heaven and the earth rotate tirelessly. No one will doubt their destructive power.In the midst of the storm, Fengshen stood peacefully, with pure black clothes embroidered with dragon patterns flowing, and his white hair fluttered by the whirlwind. He stretched out his hand, and the black dragon bent down and brought the head to his hand, expressing his obedience to the order.

"Go, dragon, go to the thousand-year-old capital and create a storm."

The dragon groaned, his pupils filled with hatred for the humans who abandoned them, but Fengshen suddenly spoke again.

"But there is one thing I want you to remember."

"Don't hurt these lamps."

The author has something to say: Pinganjing activates the protection of wind lanterns, and gets the protection of wind gods in a passive state~

Long: Doesn't hurt the lamp?I still don't know which direction the wind blows emmm