After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

In the Heian period, Musashi Kingdom, Yushen Mountain.

The towering ancient trees are full of twigs, and the dense branches and leaves block the view. The sunlight falls on the ground from the gaps in the branches, and the fallen leaves are sprinkled with mottled light and shadow.

Birds chirped endlessly in the jungle, and a tall figure strolled in the sparsely populated mountains.

Black hair like a waterfall, a pair of dark and bright eyes with dark green that cannot be seen in the depths, the tails of the eyes are slightly drooping, and the smile is gentle, looking harmless, the familiar facial features are Wujo Kiyoshi who has changed his disguise.

Although his previous appearance was nothing special in this world, it seemed too strange in the Heian period thousands of years ago. In order to avoid being caught as a monster as soon as he appeared, Gojo Kiyoshi made some preparations and disguised himself before coming.

The current appearance looks the same as those weak and harmless young masters in the Heian period.

The tree warbler chirped, fluttering its wings and landed on the white fingers like jade. The cry seemed to have a certain rhythm. Wu Tiaoqing was walking while listening to the news brought by the bird.

Yushen Mountain, it seems to be a mountain range guarded by Lord Fengshen.

Wu Tiaoqing was considering whether to pay a visit. Fengshen and his aunt often exchanged letters. He had 'met' several times when he was young, and he could be regarded as his elder. Out of etiquette, when he arrived at the other party's territory, it seemed that he would not visit her at home. Unreasonable.

He also wanted to ask a few things by the way.

Shinto was prevalent in the Heian era, and artifacts with amazing spiritual power were usually placed in shrines or some dangerous places to seal and protect them. There are not many records in history, so you still have to ask someone.

The tree warbler spread its wings and flew towards the sky through the branches.

Shrines with gods are generally hidden in the fog and cannot be seen with the naked eye. Gojo Kiyoshi asked Shu Ying to find the traces of the shrine while thinking about the next action.

There was a loud noise not far from the left, the birds on the tree were startled flying, and the creatures in the forest also fled in a hurry.

Wu Tiaoqing recovered from his thoughts, his dark pupils were stained with a hint of dark green, a fleeing deer stopped, walked up to him, and yelled.

After learning from Xiaolu that a monster appeared on the hillside ahead, Gojo Kiyoshi suddenly became interested.

In the present world, monsters almost only exist in various ghost stories. Unexpectedly, when he came here, he came across a famous specialty product of the Heian period, and he wanted to have a look.

Wu Tiaoqing looked around, called a stag with thick limbs to come over, turned over, controlled the animal under him, and quickly approached in the direction of the sound.

On the hillside deep in the forest, before approaching, Wujo Kiyoshi saw that huge monster that looked like a giant walking in the forest.

The monster has a ghost mask on its face, long fiery red hair like a lion's mane, four arms, and a human warrior costume.

It looked very powerful and terrifying.

Gojo Kiyoshi squinted his eyes, looking at the opponent's tall and majestic figure, and an idea came to his mind.

There are many dangers in Ping'an capital, he is not good at fighting, so he has to make some preparations.

He wanted to try if he could contract this monster.

Wujo Qing got down from the back of the stag, hid behind a big tree, and his eyes fell on the monster. The black hair on his head began to fade and became snow-white, and his pitch-black pupils also turned into a kind of unmechanized Qing Transparent porcelain secret.

He quietly approached the monster, and his figure seemed to appear out of thin air, appearing in the opponent's line of sight, right in front of the pair of eyes with double pupils.

Flickering green appeared in the eyes of the monster who had raised his hand on guard, as if he was struggling. After a long time, the green covered his entire eyeballs, his head slowly lowered, and he half-kneeled on the ground, showing a posture of submission.

The corners of Wutiaoqing's mouth curled up slightly, and bright red blood beads condensed from Yubai's fingers, and the contract was branded on the other's forehead stroke by stroke.

……

The blue bird circled down, and the deer spirit with thick antlers came on the wind, followed by the tree warbler, Wu Tiaoqing, who had recovered his disguise, stopped, and the deer spirit surrounded by white mist stopped in front of him, bending his front hooves.

It was the messenger of Fengshen who had arrived.

Wu Tiaoqing touched the antlers, turned over and stepped onto Lu Ling.

The forest is winding and rugged, and the vermilion torii is hidden in a white thick fog. The closer you get to the torii, the rarer the surrounding creatures are, and you can't even hear the singing of cicadas and birds.

Passing through the torii gate and the dense fog, there is a cavernous sky inside. Lush bamboo grows on both sides of the stone steps. A statue of a Koma dog stands in front of the steps, and there are endless steps behind. Stone lanterns are lit one by one, lighting up the road.

Lu Ling ran lightly on the stone steps with the people on his back, passed through one torii gate after another, and did not stop until he climbed up to the shrine on the top of the mountain.

The gate of the shrine was open, and the blue bird flew in first, and Wu Tiaoqing got off Lu Ling and followed behind.

When he reached the gate, he stopped and bowed to salute.

The gentle wind dragged him up and led him into the gate of the shrine.

In the middle of the shrine, a black-haired young man stood there. The bamboo moonlight kimono was embroidered with dragon patterns and flowing clouds. It seemed that there was a breeze around him, and the black hair and feathers on his body were fluttering uncontrollably.

The light coming in from the windows on both sides seemed to be guided, gathered together and sprinkled on each other, making it look as if the whole body was emitting a faint light.

"Lord Fengshen." Wu Tiaoqing saluted respectfully.

Yimulian turned around, with a gentle smile on his gentle and handsome face.

"Qing, long time no see, is your health better?"

Wu Tiaoqing stood up straight, with a little helplessness on his face. "Thanks to you, I'm in good health now."

In the eyes of these long-lived gods, he seemed to be the child who was always sick, and they would ask him if he was better every time they met.

The elders in the family also indulged him because of pity, and Wu Tiaoqing felt that it was really not easy for him to grow up in this environment.

"Are you going to Ping An Jing?" Fengshen asked, looked at Wu Tiaoqing and nodded, and sighed slightly, with worry on his face. "Heian-kyo is not safe at this time."

Nowadays, Shinto prevails, ghosts and monsters breed, monsters gaining power come in an endless stream, and human beings' fear of nature has also evolved into curses and disasters.

Heian-kyo is full of flowers, and there is a huge lineup of excellent onmyojis and conjurers.

Yimulian knew Wujoqing's purpose, and that's why he was worried.

Nowadays, most of the artifacts are enshrined in the shrines. If Gojo Kiyoshi wants to get those items, he will face huge obstacles.

It is even possible to confront the gods.

"I'll be careful." Gojo Qing said softly, seeing the firmness in his eyes, sighed at Yimulian, there was nothing he could do about it.

After a brief conversation, Wujo Qing asked some things about Heianjing and got what he wanted to know, so he left directly.

Fengshen arranged for Lu Ling to send him down the mountain. On the back of the deer, Wu Tiaoqing was thinking seriously.

It seems that I still have to get close to the great onmyoji to have a look, not only my aunt suggested that, even Fengshen...

But according to what Fengshen said, the other party is just a young man who is about to emerge in the capital of Ping An, and the more famous one is his mentor...

In any case, it is always right to follow that person, first find a way to get close to the other person, and see the rest when the time comes.

At the foot of Yushen Mountain, Lu Ling stopped after sending people here. Wu Tiaoqing got off Lu Ling's back, touched the antlers, and said: "Thank you."

"Say hello to Lord Fengshen for me."

"Ugh-"

Lu Ling groaned softly, turned around and went back the same way.

Seeing the figure of the other party disappear into the mountains and forests, Wu Tiaoqing put down his hands, and now he has to think about how to get to Heianjing.

He turned around and walked slowly towards the outside of the mountain.

At the entrance of the forest, the small figure lying on the bushes attracted Wujoqing's attention. He squinted his eyes and walked over.

On the thick bushes, a child who looked to be no more than five or six years old fainted there. His clothes were torn and torn by the branches, and he was almost useless to cover his body.

What was exposed under the clothes was a skinny, malnourished body covered with various bruises and scars from beatings.

After sizing it up, Wutiaoqing turned his head and glanced at a small village not far below the mountain where the smoke was curling up, and suddenly laughed a few times.

He seemed to have thought of a way to get closer.