God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Due to the delay on the road for a certain amount of time, when the god judges and Fusangshen arrived at Da Nei Li, a thin halo had already appeared on the horizon. They could occasionally hear the maids getting up from the roof, and the people in the hall and the guards were also Walking around in twos and threes to relax the body stiff from staying up late.

This is of course inconvenient to investigate, they can only hide in the unmanned palace for a short rest, recover their strength, and wait for a convenient time to go out.

"It is said that there is such a desolate house in Da Nei." California Qingguang looked at the house curiously, the paper partition in the wing room was damaged, and there were no utensils, only some old cloth curtains hanging on the shelf, opposite the door The small courtyard is bright and sunny, but there is a lingering cold air in the house.

For him who has never been to this era, such a spacious and spacious living room is rare, and Honmaru is more like a dormitory, with an intimate and peaceful atmosphere.

"Looking at it like this, there are probably rumors of resentful spirits haunting us." Keimaru took off the curtains on the shelf, sorted out a rest area, looked around, and stepped forward to help resignedly. The room was barely clean, but There is still dust on the corners.

Kagemaru smiled at the helper, and continued: "If the situation is serious, the house will be temporarily locked, and the onmyoji will be asked to exorcise it before opening, and there may be cases where it will be vacant for a year or two—brother, come and rest."

Kemaru took off his coat and rolled it up, and handed it to Hikari to make a pillow, while he lay on his side on the smooth floor, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Qing Guang looked at his coat with a tangled face, not sure if he should take it off too, the interrogator curled his mouth amused by his expression.

"My younger brother is more used to taking care of me, and I'm used to being taken care of." Hidekiri closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was explaining to Kiyomitsu or the judge, "He has a bad habit of being too serious, and he seldom pays attention to his surroundings when he is around me. , don't blame him."

"Brother...!" Keimaru, who had finished the set of movements completely habitually, gritted his teeth a little blushing, not daring to turn over.It was too natural for the appraiser to integrate into them, and he didn't need extra attention whether he was on the road or sex, so he naturally followed Mustache as he used to do tasks before.

After all, I always don't realize that the only one who needs to take good care of me is my elder brother.

But being explained by his brother in this way, he is like a straight-line fool.

"I understand." The interrogator's tone was brisk, and he relieved Xiwan's embarrassment, "I can do it myself, let's rest."

There was a faint soft fragrance in the cold and quiet room, and Kewan, who thought he could only take a nap for a while, soon fell into a deep sleep. In the dimness, he seemed to hear footsteps, but it seemed that there was nothing.

When the fusangshen woke up, the sun had already left the highest point in the sky, and the god judges were playing with a gentian under the strong afternoon sun. Eyes stinging.

"...Master, aren't you afraid of the sun when you sit outside?" California Qingguang took a long time to look away from the eye-catching color, "Are there any guards?"

"No," the god judge put the flower into his sleeve, "You guys should have something to eat."

There is a large wooden tray under the corridor, which contains pears, dates and a few cooked taro, and on the other side is a rattan basket with a few grilled sweetfish in it.

"So rich?" California Qingguang brought in the food, "The fish is still hot!"

Yawning, Mustache got up from the floor, took the grilled fish handed by Da Dao, and gently pushed the knee ball who was also a bit confused: "Brother? Woke up to eat."

There is only salt on the sweetfish. The pears and dates are small, but they taste good.

"This is sweetfish from Kamogawa," Higiri ate the tender fish, "Did you rob someone's lunch?"

"There are ready-made things in the kitchen, but they have been slightly heated," the judge replied leisurely. "They have prepared chrysanthemum wine. Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival."

"Double Ninth Festival?" Xiwan always eats very quickly, "Then it is enough to know the year."

The three fusangshen swept away the food and started chatting idly.

"Stay like this until the evening?" Mustache sat cross-legged, "It would be great if there were some interesting activities."

"How do you want to pass the time, brother?"

"Why don't you just grab someone and ask what time it is today?" Mustache made a serious suggestion, "That's it, knocked out with a 'swoosh' and then dragged here, you use a very The vicious look directly asked the answer."

He cast his expectant eyes on the judge.

"That way we can go back quickly."

"Hey, why do you want the master to be this villain." California Qingguang protested.

"Because people here can't see our faces clearly," Hidekiri replied softly, "Isn't it very empty to try to put on a scary face but the other party doesn't realize it?"

It sounds reasonable.

Qingguang blinked his eyes at a loss for words, but it was the knee ball on one side that saved him.

"Brother," Taidao frowned, looking very serious, "This is Ouchi, there are many people who left their names in history, unnecessary contact should be avoided."

He paused, as if he wanted to say something, but finally gave up, and just came to a conclusion: "So let's wait until after dark, and then we'll check the time."

"Someone is coming." The judge had been watching them talking with great interest, and had no intention of participating, until the sound of friction between the cloth and the floor came here with a clear purpose, and then he sounded a reminder.

Both Kiyomitsu and Higiri reacted immediately, and rushed towards the judge at the same time. Kemaru was stunned for a moment, pulled over the shelf next to him, shook off the curtain and hung it up, barely concealing their figures .

The four people huddled together in a strange posture behind the shelf, California Qingguang observed the coming people through the broken lower edge of the curtain.

It was a woman, wearing a kudzu kimono, she didn't put down the sleeves that covered her face until she entered the deserted house, half of her face was pale and tired, she didn't look young.

She held a piece of knotted paper in her hand, weeping softly while muttering something, because the voice was fast and vague, Qing Guang listened with question marks all over her head, and could only capture a few broken names.

The woman read for a while, wiped away the tears on her cheeks, then put the paper on the floor in front of her, and roughly tore open her skirt, revealing a piece of blood-stained skin inside.

It was like scratches from fingernails, densely packed, old and new, the wound was not deep, but it looked very hideous, it was hard to imagine that it would appear on the body of a woman in the palace.

The woman let out a long breath, raised her hands high, wriggled in a strange manner, fell on the ground from time to time, as if praying, and after repeating several times, she curled her ten fingers into claws, and crossed them heavily on her chest. down, and then pressed the knotted paper over the scar.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air.

After finishing all this, the woman fell on the ground exhausted, and after a while she slowly got up and tidied up her clothes, then covered her face and left the room as she had come.

During the whole process, she was very focused, and she didn't even give a single extra glance to the wooden frame in the corner of the room, and she didn't notice that there were other people in the room besides her.

After the sound of footsteps disappeared, Qingguang struggled to get up from the judge's lap, feeling that he was about to spit out what he had just eaten, but the culprit who was holding him down just stretched his waist and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"

Knemaru curled up in a ball and half squatted at the feet of the judge, with one hand supporting the floor on the other side. He didn't want to press on his brother or fall on the leg of the judge, so he could only use this twisted The movements ensured his precarious balance. After the woman left, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and supported his lower back.

"What is this for?" Qing Guang felt that Yuan Zheng really broadened his horizons, seeing strange people and things.

The appraiser cast his eyes on the knee pill together with him.

"Want to curse someone." Because of the posture problem, Kemaru couldn't see clearly, so he just guessed and replied, "Cursing is popular these days, and there are many methods, and some of them seem to be very careless."

"She mentioned a few names just now," Qing Guang read out carefully, "Tengzi, Fujiwara, Xiaoqiu... what?"

"It seems a bit familiar..." Higakiri pressed his fingers under his lips and said, "Brother, do you remember?"

Katsumaru replied uncertainly: "...If you only have a name, you don't have much memory."

Although one looks upwards in thought, the other bows his head to recall, there is still a subtle similarity between the postures of the two brothers.

"Forget it, it must be someone who has nothing to do with it." Higashiki gave up thinking first, "Maybe it's because of being cursed that I have an impression."

"Does it really work? This curse." Qingguang asked curiously.

"Oh, you're so cute," Higakiri touched Dato's head with a happy smile, imitating the judge. "If it's so useful, why do we still exist?"

Keimaru also smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Qing Guang on the shoulder, successfully turning Da Dao into a red face.

"Take it easy," California Qingguang whispered, "They will find out."

"I'm not very good at this kind of work." Hidekiri responded softly.

"Brother is more suitable on the battlefield," Kagemaru immediately added, "We are not afraid of anyone in frontal battles."

The three of them were crouching on the roof of the Qingliang Hall, listening to the conversations of the people in the room while paying attention to the movement under their feet.

——I am still not as light as you, so I walked around the palace to see if there is any other gain, and finally meet here.

The judge used these words to reject the job of climbing the roof without hesitation. He had to squat for an unknown period of time, and the feeling of numbness in his legs and feet can be imagined. Gracefully disappeared into the corridor, leaving Da Dao alone to worry about.

"Speaking of which, there is an anecdote today, I wonder if you have heard of it?"

One of the crowd in the room cleared his throat and said.

"What kind of anecdote?"

"Don't hold your breath, just say it."

The others turned to him after hearing the words, asking questions full of gossip.

"Today, a thief was found tied up near Suzaku Road on Lingxiao Road. It is said that he killed all four members of the nearby family. It was only after he was sent to the Wei Mansion that he was a habitual thief. He has done such things five or six times. get up."

"It's appalling, but not anecdotal."

"The strange thing I want to talk about is still to come. When the thief was interrogated, he explained all the crimes he committed in the past two years. When he finally asked him 'who subdued you', he suddenly hugged his head. Yelling 'It's a ghost!'."

"what--"

Everyone exclaimed together.

The speaker looked around complacently, and after satisfying everyone's appetite, he continued: "It is said that there were four ghosts he encountered at that time. At the beginning, their appearance was the same as that of ordinary people. Who would have thought that one of them smelled the ghosts on his body? After the smell of blood, it turned into its original form, a white-haired ghost with infinite strength and strange dress!"

……me?

Hidekiri pointed at himself in confusion, looking at his younger brother on the left and Kiyomitsu on the right.

"It is said that the ghost has a ferocious appearance, is eight feet tall, wears a black and white two-color narrow-sleeved shirt, and wears a long knife..." The people below were still sharing gossip enthusiastically, and the audience around them also gasped in unison.

The blue veins on the forehead of the knee ball on the roof throbbed suddenly, and Qingguang held back his laughter and shook. Fortunately, the atmosphere in the room was warm, and he didn't notice the slight sound above his head at all.

"I don't know if the thief is talking nonsense," another objected. "If it's really a ghost, how could he live to be discovered by the Weifu and still be tied up?"

"The thief said that he was carrying a mage's scriptures on his body, but they disappeared after waking up. It must have been the scriptures that saved his life," the speaker replied with some displeasure. ?"

"No, no, your source of information must be reliable," someone came out to smooth things over immediately, "I heard that the female son of Manji's family is very attractive, and you must have seen it."

The man showed a complacent look again: "I heard about this from her this morning."

The topic below began to lean towards romantic anecdotes, California Qingguang looked at the sky boredly, and felt that it was not as interesting as what they just said about ghosts.

Someone next to him gently tugged him, and after gesturing to him, Kemaru quietly slipped down the roof and hid in the darkness at the side of the hall.

"Why, do you want to kill that thief now?"

"I can probably guess what time it is," Keimaru seemed not so angry anymore, "Jianfeiweishi-Yuanmanji is Manzhong's younger brother, this is the era we were cast in, brother."

"Oh? Just say that I think this name is very familiar." Higakiri, "Let me see if it would be better to go to Yuan Manzhong's house—"

As soon as the words fell, a commotion was heard in the hall.

"Where did the smoke come from?"

"It's His Majesty's place!"

"Is it on fire? Or another thief..."

After a while of panic, more and more people came in and out. The three Fu Sangshen observed for a while, and determined that staying any longer would only increase the risk of being discovered, so they could only give up continuing to investigate, and chose a secluded path to return to the daytime of the palace.

"...Master?" California Qingguang, who was on his way, saw a familiar white out of the corner of his eyes, and he couldn't help but stop and look at a corner.

It was a recess formed by the corner of the corridor, and there were clusters of chrysanthemums blooming on the soil under the corridor. The god judge was sitting on the side of the corridor, with wine jugs and cups in his hands, and a woman they had seen during the day was standing not far away.

There was a pile of brocades scattered at the woman's feet, her face was half covered by her sideways body, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"Shall we sneak around to listen?" Although he asked in a questioning tone, Higakiri had already begun to look around with interest, thinking whether to choose the roof that is not easy to be found or the back of the corridor where he can hear more clearly.

"Brother!" Xiwan tried to dissuade him with an airy voice, "That's a god judge, isn't that bad."

However, this couldn't stop Higakiri at all, he had already started to climb up the pillar, Kemaru looked at Qingguang apologetically, and followed without saying a word.

"Hey - hello!" Qing □□□ yelled in a low voice, and finally had to go up to the roof together.