[Comprehensive] The girl who made a contract

Jing An cautiously pushed open the French door of the room, took a look at the peacefully sleeping mother next to her by the moonlight, and tiptoed out.

The long wooden corridor has a heavy sense of history, and it was the first time she lived in a wing of such a simple temple.Covering the corridor, she walked cautiously to the end, and immediately saw the one-meter-high stone lampposts lit with candles in the courtyard. The scattered lampposts were placed in the courtyard in a gossip manner, and the cobblestone path stretched far.

Stretching her feet to pass the shoes on the wooden steps, she tied all her hair with the hairpins she just took out, and then walked along the path.When the moon is full, the white moonlight shines on the ground and there is no need for lights at all.

Walking along the path, she walked out of the courtyard with a stone gate and walked to a large hall after a while.Two red lanterns are lit at the entrance of the main hall, and the open red lacquer hollow wooden door is about two meters high, carrying the weight and vicissitudes of history.

She walked in curiously. The Buddha statue facing the door was a Buddha she didn't know. On the altar in front of the Buddha were wooden fish, a fruit plate and two red candles the size of a baby's arms. Swaying, she carefully knelt on the futon and clasped her hands together.

There was a long sound of wooden fish coming from the room next to this, Jing An suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the candlelit room on the right side of the main hall, the sound of wooden fish came from there.

"Is anyone still awake at this time?" Jing An frowned slightly, she got up and wanted to leave directly, she originally came out because she couldn't sleep all night in a new environment.

Saying to the Buddha: "Excuse me." She turned around and wanted to leave directly. In the middle of the night, she didn't want to disturb other people.

Just when she stepped out of the stone threshold of the hall with her right foot, a gust of cold wind blew over, and the hairpin fell on the threshold with a crisp "pa—" and she heard a man's soft voice: "Since you're here, How about coming in."

Jing'an turned her head in astonishment and looked at the door which had been slightly closed just now but was now half-opened. The candlelight caused the light and shadow to flicker under the swing of the wind, and she could see the half shadow of the person inside. She squeezed her hands tightly in fear. Steady your mind and asked, "Who are you?"

"Fujiwara Sakai"

The voice sounded again, just like the cool breeze at midnight on that summer day.A white light flashed in Jing'an's mind, she squatted down, picked up the hairpin that had just fallen, held it in her palm, and walked over.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man kneeling in the center, wearing a tall black hat, flowing purple long hair, and wearing a large white ancient Japanese men's kimono.A white chess piece was held between his slender fingers, and there was a chessboard in front of him.

White pieces and black pieces were scattered on the chessboard, and Jing An watched the man looking at the mottled dark pattern on the corner of the chessboard, and she realized that she really knew this person, Fujiwara Sakai from "Soul of Chess".

Her beating heart calmed down slightly, and she raised her hand to tie the loose hair behind her head with a hairpin.

"sit."

Sato Fujiwara put down the black piece in his hand and pointed to the other side of the board.

"Why are you here?" Jing'an walked over and sat opposite the man, looked at his handsome face and asked, the man lowered his head and she couldn't see his eyes.

The person on the opposite side suddenly raised his head and let out a clear laugh, staring at Jing An on the opposite side, he said doubtfully and frankly: "Oh, you know me?"

Jing'an looked at the scattered chessboard and nodded, she did recognize it. "A chess player in the Heian period of Japan, who taught the emperor's chess master, was framed by others and committed suicide by throwing himself into the river in May in the Heian period."

After listening to Jing'an's words, Fujiwara Sawei smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and carefully touched the corner of the chessboard with dark lines, his eyes were gentle: "It seems that I really know."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly became ferocious, and grabbed Jing'an's hand that was about to touch the white chess piece, his white teeth were shining brightly: "In this case, why are you not afraid of me?"

The appearance changed from a humble son to an evil ghost in an instant, and the white chess pieces in Jing An's hand fell on the Qipanshan and scattered a few chess pieces at once. I'm afraid, the ghosts who live in the temple are all good ghosts, aren't they?"

Don't say that she has seen "The Soul of Chess" and knows that this person is a chess idiot, besides, this is the temple with the most incense here, so how can there be ghosts who can make their homes in it.

When he got closer and exposed his fangs, Sawei Fujiwara threatened, "Aren't you afraid that I will attach to you?"

Jing An squinted her eyes and smiled, and replied sweetly: "I'm not afraid." Then she quickly took out a white talisman given by her grandfather during the day from her pocket, and stuck it on his head with lightning speed. The man who turned into a modest son again said with a smile, "This way I won't be afraid any more."

Fujiwara Sawei stared at the white talisman on his forehead, and sighed slightly in his heart. The old abbot was also really annoyed. Looking at the fearless girl opposite, he sat back to his original seat reservedly.

"Don't you wonder why I called you in?"

Jing An immediately sat up straight and said, "Curiosity."

Glancing at the chaotic chessboard, Fujiwara Sawei stretched out his hand and returned all the pieces to the distance, then picked up a black piece, glanced at the person opposite and said, "I'll tell you if you won this game."

Jing An glanced at the chessboard and replied, "No."

Fujiwara Sawei paused in the distance, looking at the open-faced person opposite.He placed all the chessboards with white and black pieces at his hand, "Then answer a few questions for me."

Jing'an looked at the person who had already started playing chess with herself, looked at the unpredictable white and black, nodded and replied: "Okay."

"name?"

"Jiang Qi Jing'an"

"Japanese?"

"A Chinese with a quarter of Japanese blood."

"Why are you here?"

Jing'an suddenly saw the man drop a sunspot into the gap surrounded by the whites, and quickly stretched out his hand to block it, exclaiming: "This is suicide."

The hand was pushed away at once, and Jing An's eyes widened to realize that after the black piece that should have committed suicide fell, the whole chessboard had undergone earth-shaking changes, and the white pieces in that area had been reduced to dead pieces.

This is a world that has been killed.

"Put it to death and live later, you are talking nonsense." Fujiwara Zuowei raised his eyes and glanced at the person whose face flushed suddenly, and said again, "You haven't answered the question I just asked."

Jing'an suddenly stood up, stepped back and looked at the chess game that she didn't understand: "Come to visit mother's father." She stared at the man sitting leisurely in front of the chessboard, and questioned, "What is your purpose? ?”

She was stunned by her inexplicable impulse just now, watching chess without saying a word is a real gentleman, why did she have that impulsion to block just now, staring at her hand that seemed to still have a cold touch, she hid it behind her in panic .

The person sitting suddenly laughed, staring sharply at the timid girl, "Are you timid?"

"No." Jing'an quickly denied that what she was most satisfied with was her innate indifferent temperament, how could she become timid all of a sudden, "It was indeed my lie just now, if there is nothing wrong, I will go back."

Jing An turned around and wanted to leave, leaving this inexplicable place.

The door of the room that was still open just now was suddenly closed with a "snap...", Jing An turned around and stared at the person who was still playing chess in shock, asking: "What on earth are you trying to do?" ?”

"It's not what I want to do, but what does he want to do?"

As soon as he pointed, Jing'an saw an old man with white beard wearing a gray monk robe sitting in a corner at some point. The old man was kneeling in the corner and stretching out his hands to stroke his long white beard, with his eyes closed.

He held a red box in his hand, and the red box was engraved with patterns of Bana flowers.

Jing An walked over quickly, knelt down in front of the old man, stared at him and asked sternly: "Grandfather, what are you trying to do?"

The old man closed his eyes and opened his eyes, smiling like the gentlest Maitreya Buddha: "Little Jing'an, my grandfather wants to ask you for something."

"what's up?"

"That's it..." The old man seemed a little embarrassed to speak. He reached out and stroked the red box in his hand. He was glared at by a man not far away before he raised his beard and said, "It's just that my grandfather owed a lot of debts, and I want Xiao Jing'an to help pay it off." .”

Jing An squinted at the old man with an unnatural face, "Why don't you let Dad help you pay it back, he has money."

"Ahem..." The old man glanced at Sakai Fujiwara, who was playing chess calmly not far away, and saw that there were fewer and fewer white pieces on the chessboard mountain, and finally made up his mind, "This is not something that money can solve."

Jing An suddenly had a bad feeling, "Then what should I do?"

Glancing at Jing'an, the old man stroked his gray beard and whispered, "I need you to pay back everything written in this box, as long as you pay it off." The process can be a bit tortuous."

The bad feeling in her heart was getting stronger and stronger, Jing An stood up all of a sudden, looked at the red box and said, "I don't want it." She turned around and wanted to leave directly.

But the corner of the clothes was grabbed by someone, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the poor old man with open eyes, "Promise to grandpa, I will give you the host position when you come back."

"No."

Why should she be the host as a girl? Jing An refused without hesitation. It must be a bad thing.

"Then you are not afraid that your grandfather will eventually be devoured by evil spirits and die, and his soul will return to nothing in the end."

The man's clear and gentle voice sounded again, like a thunderbolt in his ears, Jing An stared at the leisurely chess player with wide eyes and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

The man continued to play chess on his own, his lips twitched slightly: "literally."

"That, because the owed things are unusual, it may cause innocent people to become ghosts seeking revenge." The old man explained in a low voice.

Jing'an: ...is there anyone else who hosts like this?

After hesitating for a moment, looking at the full moon outside the window, Jing An closed her eyes and nodded, and responded in a low voice: "I promise."