The world is restarting

Abe Seimei and Minamoto Hiroya happened to catch up with the same heavy rain when they came out of Hira Sadamori's mansion.

The rain was so heavy that even Suzaku Avenue was washed into a yellow muddy soup. It was very difficult for the oxcart to drive on the road, so the two found a wine shop on the side of the road to take shelter from the rain.

Looking at the overwhelming rain curtain outside, Yuan Boya sat by the window where the rain kept coming in. The first thing he thought of was not how to go back, but sighed worriedly, "I don't know if Jun Ji has arrived home yet."

He will go to the court this morning, because Ping'an capital has been very unsafe recently, and the process of discussing matters at the court is also extremely intense.In the end, it doesn't matter whether it is helpful to the current situation of Heianjing, at least one morning was wasted like this.

When the four boys and girls finished watching the princes' fights in the Qingliang Hall with cold eyes, they came down from the hall and rushed to Abe Seimei's house, and they learned that Sawada Ya and Tokuko went out together after lunch.

Unable to wait for his sister, he had no choice but to follow up with Qingming.

The two of them first went to Genji's mansion this afternoon, and inspected Genji's mansion, and they found traces of spells—someone buried bloody blood on the outside of Genji's yard and on the beam of his bedroom. nails and curse props.

Abe Seimei helped to lift the spell, but it was Genji's business to find out who cast the curse.Simply, this kind of thing is really common in the Heian Dynasty, even if you really look into it seriously, you probably won't be able to find out why.

After being sent out respectfully by Yuan Laiguang and Yuan Manzhong father and son, seeing that it was still early, the two stopped by Hira Masamori's mansion.

This time the patient was not as cooperative as Yuan Jingji.

As He Mao Baoxian said, the sores on Ping Zhensheng's face almost occupied the entire face, so special that it was almost obvious that it was cursed at a glance.However, Ping Zhensheng himself refused Seimei's treatment, so Abe Seimei also respected the patient's own wishes and left.

Then, on the way home, he was blocked by a shower and had to stop at a wine shop to rest.

Yuan Boya just looked at the rain curtain outside the window and sighed, when Abe Seimei, who took the wine cup from the shikigami, had already received it naturally, "It must have been blocked in the mountains by the heavy rain."

"Probably..." Yuan Boya was taken aback, and turned to look at him abruptly.

"Qingming, Jun Ji was blocked by the rain in the mountains?"

"Calculate the time, probably so."

"Then why are you still sitting here so calmly?" Yuan Boya suddenly became anxious, "What if Ji Jun got caught in the rain and got sick?"

Abe Seimei raised his eyebrows, "I can't fly to the mountains to bring Ji Jun back now, so what if I'm not calm?"

Yuan Boya was choked up.

"But... at least you should be in a hurry?"

Abe Seimei pondered for a moment, "But Ji Jun has already found a shelter from the rain, why are you in a hurry?"

"what?"

Yuan Boya watched helplessly as the Great Onmyoji took out a paper butterfly for communication from his bosom. The paper butterfly's wings were still stained with rain, as if it had just flown back from the rain.

"Ms. Cai Dezi just sent the news that Ji Jun is resting at a charcoal seller's residence in the mountains at the moment, and he will not be able to go back until the rain is less."

Seeing Yuan Boya on the opposite side looking at him, then at Butterfly, then at him, then at Butterfly, his face gradually turned blue.Before the opponent's hand touched Tsurumaru Kuninaga's knife handle at his waist, Abe Seimei calmly changed the subject, "You will never guess who Hime-kun met in the mountains."

Yuan Boya's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "...Who did Ji Jun meet?"

The Great Onmyoji calmly picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of the wine in the light of the sky outside the window, with a chic and freehand posture, which was very beautiful.

"Do you remember the people we mentioned yesterday? Speaking of which, the few people we visited today and the one Ji Jun met are all related to an old incident 20 years ago."

"20 years ago?"

Yuan Boya's temper comes and goes quickly, and his attention is very unstable. He was followed by a friend, "I didn't talk about the 'ghost banquet' with you yesterday... Could it be that it was the same thing that happened 20 years ago? General Jiangmen conspired against him, and the imperial court sent troops to quell the rebellion? If you put it this way, the one who reported Pingjiangmen’s conspiracy back then was Lord Yuan Jingji, and the one who joined forces to defeat Pingjiangmen who had become a ghost and god was Lord Pingzhensheng and..."

Yuan Boya was startled when he said this, "Could it be that one?"

the other side.

I don't know if the heavy rain came too fast and blocked all the people in the mountains on the road. There is only such a good place to shelter from the rain in a hundred miles, so there are extraordinarily many customers visiting the charcoal seller's house this day.

The man who came in the heavy rain was tall and strong, with a knife on his waist, he seemed to be a warrior.It was windy and rainy outside, but he didn't feel flustered at all. Although his pace was fast, he felt like walking in a garden. Just a figure walking from a distance could be seen as extraordinary.

When he got closer, the people in the room realized that the man was not the young warrior he imagined, but an old man with half-gray hair.It's just that his appearance doesn't have the frailty of an ordinary old man, but he is full of energy, giving people a sense of depth and stamina.

Guessing that this was probably another big shot, the charcoal seller hurried forward to greet him.

Little Lolita, who was lying on the table in a daze, noticed the movement and looked back curiously.

The old man's temperament was as heavy as a mountain, with a strong blood, obviously he was a person who had been on the battlefield.But he is not as arrogant as ordinary senior officials, on the contrary, he seems to be a very generous and approachable person, and he is not contemptuous when facing a low-status charcoal seller. thank.

Little Lolita's curious gaze was noticed by the old man as soon as he moved over. He raised his head extremely keenly, and his gaze shot out for a moment like a sharp knife with cold light, with a sense of oppression without anger and majesty, but then he realized that the person who was peeking at him When she was just a little girl, the old man's expression softened.

He nodded at the strange Ji Jun, and his eyes glanced at Tokuko, who was dressed as a maid sitting beside him, with a somewhat strange look on his face.

Sawada Ya looked at him, then at the golden sword at his waist, and tilted her head cutely.

At this time, someone came again in the pouring rain outside.

The bright soul flame breath was very familiar, and before the other party approached, Sawada Ya had already noticed the identity of the coming person, and looked back in surprise.

A slender figure in a coir raincoat came out of the rain, in the dark world like a stroke of thick black ink drawn by a god.

Little Loli blinked her eyes, a little dazed, "Laiguang?"

The person who came was Minamoto Raimitsu who had just left Abe Seimei and Minamoto Hiroya and rushed over.

He stood by the door and took off his wet hat casually. A gust of wind blew through, and a few raindrops came in from behind, and slid down the boy's handsome profile, smearing wetness on the dark collar.His dark eyes reflected a little light from the sky, his gaze swept across the room, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the little silver-haired girl sitting by the bed.

Minamoto Raimitsu seemed to have other important matters, and he was not in a hurry to greet the little loli, but shifted his gaze to the other person in the room, nodded slightly and said, "Master Ototo, you are indeed here."

"Master Omototo?"

"It was him."

The sound of the rain outside became louder, rattling the wooden windows.

Yuan Boya's mood seemed to be disturbed by the sound of the rain, and he felt more and more puzzled, "His Excellency Ototota is indeed living in Heian Jing, but why did he suddenly run to the wild mountains outside the city?"

"Probably to pay homage to someone."

"Memorial?"

"If I remember correctly, today is the death day of a woman."

Abe Seimei raised the wine glass to his lips, the dim sky light coming in through the window hinges only illuminated half of his side face, I don't know if it was because of the light, the expression of the Great Onmyoji was indifferent and distant.

"Seimei, I'm getting more and more confused. If you say that Ototota is going to pay homage to men, I can still think of one or two candidates, but women... I haven't heard that Ototota has any good friends."

Abe Seimei smiled softly, "If you love a woman in your heart, would you tell people everywhere?"

Yuan Boya thought for a while, "Although I won't talk about it everywhere, I don't think there is anything I can't say about it."

"What if the woman's status is special?"

"Special status?"

"For example, she is already married as a woman."

"This is..."

"Even if you like it in your heart, you won't say it out, let alone disturb her, right?"

Imagining this kind of scene, Yuan Boya nodded silently.

"So Ototota-sama is probably the same."

Yuan Boya had no choice but to continue nodding, but suddenly realized something was wrong halfway through the nodding.

"Seimei, why are you so clear about Omoto-sama's affairs? You and that lord should have no friendship, right?"

"It's true that I haven't dealt with Mrs. Ototo," Abe Seimei put down his glass.The Great Onmyoji looked away slightly, and plunged into the heavy rain outside the window, as if looking in the direction of a certain mountain.

"It's just that I encountered an incident recently, which seems to implicate Mrs. Ototo, so I investigated some old incidents by the way."

The raindrops outside the house hit the forest leaves, the sound of the wind and rain became more and more turbulent, and the pouring rain had the momentum to wash away the world.

Little Loli lay on the table staring at the rain curtain outside in a daze, listening to Yuan Laiguang who was sitting next to him talking to the old man.

Just now, after the two greeted each other, she finally knew that this energetic old man with the air of a general is a legendary figure in history, Omotota.

No wonder the saber on his waist feels a little different... Looking at the rainwater falling down the window eaves, she thought slowly.

Legend has it that Ototota's Saber Golden Maru was given by the local Dragon God after he repelled the giant centipede on Mikami Mountain. The wound cut by the Golden Maru will not heal for 20 years.

In a sense, this can be regarded as a magic knife.

At this moment, Minamoto Raimitsu was at another table asking Mr. Ototota not about katana... No, it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with katana.

"You want to ask about General Ping at the beginning?" When the name was mentioned, the old man's voice was a little low.

"Yes, 20 years ago, Mrs. Ototo and Mrs. Ping Zhensheng teamed up to arrest Ping. I want to ask who is really like the rumors, even if his head is cut off, he can speak freely?"

"20 years ago..." the old man let out a long sigh, and seemed to be silent for a few seconds before he opened his mouth, "That's true, and after his head was cut off, he still cursed the emperor loudly, saying that he would come back to take revenge on us people. "

Minamoto Raimitsu immediately asked, "Master Omotota, you should have heard about the 'Ghost Banquet'. Now the mountains and rivers of Tanba Kingdom are occupied by a group of foreign ghosts, and their leader claims to be Heira Shomon who has returned from the resurrection. What do you think of this?" Are the rumors believable?"

The old man pondered for a moment, "...It may not be true."

Ze Tianya looked back, the light in the room was dim, the expression on the old man's face was very vague, but an unknown complexity could be heard in his voice, "Ping Jiangmen, who I fought with Ping Zhensheng back then, is indeed immortal. Although I chopped his body into several pieces with golden pills and had them buried in Guanbazhou, he still seems to be 'alive'."

"The wound wounded by the golden pill cannot heal for 20 years. Now, 20 years have just passed."