The world is restarting

After a thunderclap, the heavy rain that was muffled outside finally poured down.

Sawada Ya withdrew his gaze from the direction of the window, and looked at the person who stopped talking in front of him.

Holding a cup of tea, she stared blankly at the table, as if caught in a long memory.Until the thunder outside woke her up, the woman raised her head subconsciously, her pupils were still foggy, as if her three souls and seven souls had lost half of the time in the past, so she seemed a little slow to respond.

"...It's raining."

In fact, it has been raining since Sawada Ya entered the door, but she seems to be aware of it now.

"I remember that when I was a child, I was most afraid of the thunder when it rained. Every time I heard that sound, I thought the sky was going to fall. So when it thundered and rained, I would pester my father to accompany me, as long as my father was with me I'm not afraid of anything..."

Until later, her innocence really collapsed.

A line of clear tears slid down the woman's face, but she didn't realize it, still staring at the rainstorm outside the window in a daze.

"I just hope that my father can come back...but if I want to find my father, I must hurt Lord Weishi's relatives..."

As far as she is concerned, the closest relatives and the most beloved must betray one no matter what, and she has no right to choose at all.

Tears slid down her cheeks like broken bead curtains, and the tea water that fell in her hands rippled round and round.

There was silence in the room for a while, only the atmosphere of silence continued to spread.

Until a hoarse magnetic voice suddenly sounded in the air.

"Oh? So you are indeed the daughter of Ping Jiangmen."

The woman was startled.

Sawada Ya raised her head in response, and in the dim light, a person sat on the roof beam at some point.Before she could recover, the figure of the other party jumped down in a flash, his crimson hair flitting through the humid air like flames.

"Drunk?"

Shuten-douji, who appeared here for some reason, sat down next to Sawada Ya, with a casual and natural look, which made the owner of the room stunned, and subconsciously stood up, "Lord Oni..."

However, Lord Ghost King didn't care about her reaction. He put his forehead in one hand and asked with great interest, "You want to revive General Pingmen? How are you going to do it?"

The woman froze again, then smiled wryly.

This was supposed to be a secret plan, but suddenly everyone seemed to know about it, and it seemed that there was no point in covering it up.

"Father, he is immortal. 20 years ago, Ototota cut off his head with Golden Maru and buried his body separately in Guan Yashu. The wound opened by Golden Maru could not heal for 20 years, but now 20 Years have passed, as long as the father's body is retrieved and put together with a secret method, the father can be resurrected."

This plan sounds simple and crude, but it seems to be feasible.

Ze Tianya thought for a while, then asked blankly, "What does this have to do with Master Weishi?"

The woman paused for a moment, then said lightly, "Master Weishi is the son of Ping Zhensheng, and Ping Zhensheng was the one who killed his father with Oyo Tengta."

"Oh, revenge for killing your father?"

Shuten-douji's tone was full of interest, and Sawada Ya looked back, it seemed that this big monster came to listen to the story, and he almost didn't bring food and drinks with him.

The woman didn't care, and continued softly, "Back then, Ototota cut off his father's head and brought it to the capital to show the public at the Kamo River Beach. We originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to get back my father's head, but we were caught by Yunju Temple one step too late." That old monk took the lead."

"He took his father's head back and put it in the goma altar and burned it to ashes. He wanted to completely destroy his father's resurrection. Fortunately, our people took advantage of his rest and stole part of the remaining ashes after his father's head was burnt. .”

"But father's head is gone, even if the other parts are retrieved, it will not help. So, Xiangxian thought of a way."

The light outside the house was completely dimmed, and the heavy rain rattled the window hinges.The woman's voice seemed to be soaked in water vapor, revealing a faint coldness.

"Since father's head was burned, we can only borrow Ping Zhensheng's head."

Ping An Jing.

"Just like what you see now, the girl who lived in your residence with that Dr. Xiangxian 18 years ago is Takihime, the orphan of Taira Shomon."

After the Great Onmyoji's words fell, Ping Weishi's face finally lost the last trace of blood.

The story mode of Romeo and Juliet has existed in ancient and modern China and abroad, and it has been enduring for a long time. When people are watching, they can be moved by it, and they can also sigh, but no one would want this kind of thing to happen to them, and no one would want to be in it. The beloved girl who has lived in his family for many years is actually an avenger who hates him.

"I didn't realize..."

Pingwei murmured in a low voice, still staring blankly at the painting scroll on the ground.He seemed to want to go over and open it to take another look, but he hesitated in place with some fear.

No one in the room bothered him.

Ototota began to wonder if it was because of his old age, and he wanted to sigh a lot these days.He raised his head to look at the two onmyojis opposite, their eyes fell on Ping Weishi, their expressions were very calm, as if they were completely bystanders.

All onmyojis seem to be like this. They walk in the two worlds of yin and yang, and they are used to seeing life and death. No matter how sad the story is, it is just a story in their eyes.

But Biao Tengtai suddenly felt something different. The moment he looked up, he seemed to feel a little fleeting compassion from their eyes.

Ping Weishi froze on the spot for a while, and finally slowly bent down to pick up the scroll.

After all, there are still many years of upbringing there. Although his face is still pale, his actions have regained order. When he handed the scroll back to Qingming, he did not forget to apologize politely, "Master Qingming, I made you laugh."

Abe Seimei pretended not to see his slightly trembling hand, took the scroll and put it aside, then casually brought this topic to the past.

"Where is Lord Zhensheng now, does Lord Weishi know?"

Ping Weishi shook his head and smiled wryly, "My father hasn't come back since he went out yesterday. I also sent my subordinates to look for him in the places he used to go to in the past, but so far there is no news of him coming back."

Pyoto asked suspiciously, "Recently, there have been more than one cases of pregnant women being attacked. Is it true that Zhensheng's facial sores are still not healed?"

"Yes, I don't know why the 'Er Gan' didn't work this time, otherwise there wouldn't be such a commotion that Master Qingming would be invited to come to the door."

"But Mr. Zhensheng still doesn't seem to give up trying, and keeps committing crimes."

"……Yes."

While the few people were talking, a bird's neighing suddenly came from outside the rain curtain.Immediately afterwards, a white-winged bird rushed out of the rain curtain, fell to the door with dripping water all over its body, raised its head and uttered a series of rapid birdsong towards the door.

Abe Seimei stood up abruptly.

Ping Weishi and Oyo Teng Taizheng were surprised by the bird that suddenly barged in, and saw the Great Onmyoji walk over quickly and lift the bird from the ground.

"Ling Nu, prepare the car."

Shikigami who was waiting outside the door stepped back to prepare the ox cart.

Omotota glanced at the sky outside, "Seimei, are you going out now?"

"This is the bird's cry for help,"

The Great Onmyoji turned around, his complexion was a bit solemn due to the sunlight leaking in from under the eaves, "She met Lord Zhensheng outside the city."

Pingwei was stunned suddenly, "Father..."

A look of sadness appeared on his face, "Father, did he go to kill people to get livers again?"

Abe Seimei pondered for a moment, "Master Wei Shi, you'd better be prepared, Gu Huo Niao said that Master Zhensheng's situation is a bit strange."

"strangeness?"

"Master Zhensheng is not necessarily Master Zhensheng anymore."

The pouring rain fell from the sky, like a big opening in the sky, and an ox cart galloped on the mountain road at a speed that did not meet the normal conditions of an ox cart.

There were four people sitting in the car, so the spacious space in the past seemed a bit cramped.

While looking anxiously at the road ahead through the curtain of the car, Ping Wei couldn't help but ask, "Master Qingming, what do you mean by saying that my father is not necessarily my father?"

"Xiangxian and Takiji want to revive Pingjiangmen. I have just told Lord Weishi about it."

"This... is. But Ping Jiangmen has been dead for 20 years, can he really be resurrected?"

"Yes, it should be said that 20 years have passed, and now is the best time for him to be resurrected."

The "crackling" sound of the rain outside the car seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, arousing more and more anxiety in people's hearts.But the voice of the Great Onmyoji was unhurried, like a clear spring flowing slowly, which calmed down a little even when he was as anxious as usual, and listened to his words quietly.

"A few days ago, I went to Yunju Temple to visit Master Jingzang, and he told me one thing. 20 years ago, in order to prevent the resurrection of Ping Jiangmen, he stole Ping Jiangmen's head quietly and burned it to ashes."

Ototota was taken aback, "Shomon's head disappeared 20 years ago, was Master Jingzang stole it?"

"Yes. Before Master Jiangmen died, his whole body had reached the point of copper skin and iron bones. Originally, flames were useless to him. In order to burn his head, Master Jingzang put it in the goma altar, guarding the stove and chanting non-stop. It took sixty days of sutras to finally succeed."

"But because of too much consumption, he fell into a coma for ten days. During his coma, someone sneaked into Yunju Temple and stole some of the ashes."

"If I'm right, the stolen ashes were eventually mixed into Mr. Zhensheng's ointment for facial sores through Xiangxian's hands."

The Great Onmyoji raised his head, and his clear eyes fell on the person opposite, "Master Weishi, I remember you mentioned that Master Zhensheng would talk nonsense when he was ill, as if he had been possessed by a different person or something? "

"..."

In normal times, he was already stunned.

His brain was already in a mess at this moment, his father's matter, Kisaragi's matter, and Jiangmen's resurrection matter, all thoughts were entangled in his mind.After a while, he struggled to pull out the thread from the confusion, and asked in a trembling voice, "Master Qingming, so you mean that the person occupying my father's body now is probably... already Ping Jiangmen?"

He still insisted on saying the name.

"...So this is the purpose of Xiangxian and Ruyue living in my house?"

The car became quiet again, and the Great Onmyoji raised his head to look ahead at the black mist mountain looming in the rain.

"This point can only be confirmed after finding Mr. Zhensheng."