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

Faith is a stubborn thing, Lian Hongba believes so, so he is not surprised that there are still humans with good memories.

It's just... It's a bit unhappy to give the lantern he made so hard to others for nothing.

"Then, let's exchange it with the same amount of money as this bundle of firewood." Lian Hongba said bluntly, the young man who carried the firewood obviously disapproved even more, but the old man stopped him again, and took money from his own pocket. Take out the money.

"It's your job."

Long looked at Lian Hongba, then at the old man who paid the money, feeling a little anxious.In his concept, whatever the believer asks for, the gods will give it within the scope of raising a finger. This is the benevolent god, not like Lianhongba...

Lian Hongba signaled him to shut up with a look, and after receiving the money, he handed the lamp to the old man without hesitation.

The old man carefully touched the fragile lampshade, his eyes were full of warmth, and finally thanked Lian Hongba solemnly.

"Thank you……"

A gust of wind blew by, and there was no one there. The young man rubbed his eyes involuntarily, and suddenly opened his mouth wide in surprise as if trying to understand something.

"Father! Could that be a god?!"

The old man was a little dazed again, and he looked down at the ingenious sky lantern in his hand. There was an inscription on the lantern, which he didn't recognize.

Lian Hongba sold the lamp, met Long's disapproving gaze, and snorted softly.

"Giving it to him for free will definitely not cherish it, it's better to spend money to be safe."

"However, that may be their daily income..."

"You are so annoying! Who would be greedy for that little money! Of course I sent it back!" Lian Hongba was completely impatient, so he simply told him the truth. Could he still be greedy for that little money?

It turned out to be like this... Long felt ashamed for a while, he had misunderstood Lian Hongba.

Lian Hongba is very small-minded, and he didn't talk to Long all the way, until he reached the high ground, he finally opened his mouth.

"All the lights are here, let's fly together at night."

"En." Yimulian replied softly, and began to look forward to the evening.

Wan Gui had already told Qingming, Lian Hongba then went down to the river to touch a handful of mussels, baked them in a bamboo tube, and sprinkled them with powdered salt, they were very delicious.Yimulian doesn't eat live animals, but he has no intention of forbidding Lian Hongba to eat them. The evening wind is blowing slowly, and the sky is full of burning clouds. It must be a sunny day tomorrow.

"What is the sentence written on the lamp?" Yimulian asked curiously.

Lian Hongba glanced at the lantern, "It's a poem from the Tang Dynasty."

"Tang Dynasty……"

"The general idea is that the wind has two different forms. Sometimes it is very gentle, blowing off leaves and prompting spring flowers to bloom; sometimes it is violent, causing huge waves on the river and blowing slender bamboo branches... just like you And the big tengu." Lian Hongba immediately thought of this apt metaphor, the corners of his mouth curled up, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yi Mulian lower his head slightly.

"Is it possible for the wind to urge spring flowers to bloom?"

"It takes a very gentle wind."

"That's a beautiful thing..."

The former Fengshen said with emotion, the night fell on his bewitching scarlet hair little by little, and even the scarlet dragon was buried in the shadows.The villages in the middle of the mountain were lit up with dots of light, and the light spots were shaking. They were moving torches, and those torches gradually gathered in one place.

Lian Hongba let out a soft "Hey", in his sight, countless golden Lufus gathered towards that small village, at least it shows that the people there at this time are all relaxed with a kind of joy Mood.

Why joy?

【Today is the festival of Fengshen. ] These words flashed across Lian Hongba's mind abruptly, he looked at Yimulian thoughtfully, then suddenly closed his eyelids, and when he opened them again, there was already a clear smile in his eyes.

"It's almost dark, and it's almost time to light up the lights." Lian Hongba stood up and took out a self-made torch. In order not to burn the lights directly, he should keep the lights on.

"These lights are released in three batches. I will light the lights as fast as possible. Remember to temporarily suppress them with a soft wind, and then gently send them upwards..." Lian Hongba took a light and followed Yimu Lian Walk through it again.

Yimulian did it very carefully, he carefully manipulated the power of the wind, the sky lantern rose slowly, and drifted to the distant sky under the slight night wind.The night sky in the Heian period was not polluted, the stars and the moon were bright and clear, and the sky lanterns floated upwards among the stars in the night, gradually drifting away.

Yimulian kept staring at the lamp, feeling as if a little heaviness had been lifted from his heart.

"Then it's officially started." Lian Hongba stood in the middle of a pile of lanterns, and his voice recalled his thoughts, "Let go of all resentment and troubles, let the lanterns with blessing words fly to the highest place, This is the meaning of the sky lantern.”

Foxnosuke seems to have realized something, with the character of Lian Hongba, he would not put a lot of effort into other people's affairs, unless...

Such a scene is also a regret in his heart.

The sky lanterns took off one after another, and the fire and wind gave them strength. Even though they looked fragile, they could fly to extremely high places.There were more and more lights in the sky, and when Lian Hongba sent the last light away, he sat on the stone with Yimulian and looked at the distant lights.

The entire sky was illuminated, and the entire world was submerged in warm light and shadow.In the village halfway up the mountain, the villagers surrounding the old man and waiting for the lights to be released noticed the strange situation here, and whispered in surprise.The old man straightened up from the motion of squatting to light the lamp, staring at the large area of ​​lights with a dazed expression.

"Really... the same as back then..."

Then a child asked curiously: "What was the festival like back then? What was Lord Fengshen like?"

The old man's eyes reflected the lights of the sky, and after a while, something brighter than the lights flowed in his eyes and flowed down.

"I was just a child at the time, and the ceremony that year was held after the flood. Because I escaped the deadly flood, everyone was laughing and thanking the gods for their grace."

"Kids running around wearing masks, there are stalls selling delicious pancakes, and other grocery stores selling all kinds of things..."

Everyone gathered around, each found a place, and listened to the oldest old man in the village talking about ancient times.

"Lord Fengshen is a very gentle god. I heard that he stopped the flood. We mortals don't know if he paid the price. We only know that we are safe. There is that god here. As long as we believe in it devoutly, It will definitely not be hurt..."

"I was a child at the time, and I didn't have such a profound experience. Taking advantage of the timing of the festival, my parents set up a small stall to sell some masked lanterns. Many people came to buy them, and the lanterns were especially popular, but I I only remember one guest..."

"He was dressed in dark green, and he looked like a god. He bought a sky lantern. My parents had never seen this stranger before, and they couldn't help but say a few words, 'Oh, it's a good day to have today. Thanks to Lord Fengshen', at that time..."

"The guest smiled, and it was the softest, most beautiful smile I've ever seen."

Surrounded by the villagers, the old man released the sky lantern with trembling hands. The lantern seemed to be gently lifted by the wind, and it flew upwards slowly and firmly. Finally, like a fish that had found its companion, it merged into the sky full of lights. among the large groups.

"Lord Fengshen! Please look at that!" Longan saw the sky lantern flying out of the village with sharp eyes, "That is the lantern I told you, the villagers bought it back specially! He also said, today is your festival! "

"Master Fengshen! Fengshen...Master..."

The dragon slowly stopped talking, he had no claws, so he curled his tail up, trying to wipe away the tears for Fengshen and himself, he was so choked up that he was almost speechless.

"Lord Fengshen, this is a good thing no matter what, and finally... is still remembered..."

Yimulian stretched out his hand to caress Fulong's head, even if he shed tears, he was very frank. Amidst the bright lights, the bewitching red hair reflected the pure white of the gods, and the dark green clothes were gently blowing in the evening wind. Swaying, the dragon's black scales are dotted with dots of broken gold, and it gently climbs on the shoulders of the gods.

Even if this moment is just an illusion in the light, this moment is enough.

"I protect human beings, love human beings, and have never regretted it."

"because……"

"Human beings are so gentle..."

Abe Seimei slowly poured himself a glass of wine, looking at the lights in the sky, the soft night wind swirled in the corridor, and then blew over the budding flower branches in the night. "Color", presumably under the blowing of this gentle wind, will bloom earlier.

Looking at the lights all over the sky alone like this, I feel a little lonely.

Thinking of this, Abe Seimei casually folded a small paper man and let it go out to find Lian Hongba.

Not long after the little paper figurine left, it ran into a red-handed tyrant who fought against the ignorant Hyakki Yexing. When the red-haired child with blood on his cheeks looked over, the little paper figurine trembled humanly. shook.

"Did Qingming ask you to pick me up? I guess he has the heart." Lian Hongba stood up, not forgetting to step on the red ghost one last time, "Hey, if you dare to stop me next time, I will sacrifice you to heaven!"

The ghosts ran away with their butts peeing, Foxnosuke gloated at their backs, and then his heart was filled with sorrow.

He felt that Lord Hongba was not in a good mood, presumably the lights all over the sky reminded him of the unfinished fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Now I just hope that Lord Qingming can comfort Lord Hongba a little bit.

Abe Seimei is best at observing other people's emotions, Lian Hongba's depression is still obvious, how could he not notice it?So he stopped Lian Hongba who wanted to go back to wash and sleep, and patted the place beside him.

"Come and sit, how is tonight?"

"It's okay." Lian Hongba responded casually, and sat down beside Qingming.

Just like a kitten with drooping ears.

"If you have any troubles, you can tell me." Abe Seimei smiled lightly as always, waiting patiently for Lian Hongba to speak.

Lianhongba raised his head, and the next sentence almost made Foxunosuke fall to the ground in fright.

"Qingming, I want a hug."

The author has something to say: I cried a lot for Lian Lian!

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