Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

After the surgery, Zhaohua came to the clean room, just in time to meet Ishikimaru who was leaving after praying.

"Ishikirimaruden, thank you for your hard work."

"That's my job."

Shiqiemaru's face was calm, and the red marks at the end of his eyes not only did not destroy his temperament, but made him more solemn. He has been enshrined as a royal sword for many years, and his body is inevitably tainted with a bit of divinity.

As if seeing something, the green big sword said softly and reassuringly: "Tomorrow's fortune is good, the master will definitely bring it back to Tsurumaru Hall safely."

These words greatly calmed Zhaohua's anxiety about Tsurumaru's injury. He stretched his brows and eyes, and said with a smile: "Then I will borrow your good words."

Ishikirimaru was about to leave, but saw Zhaohua's eyes sweeping behind him, and when he retracted, the smile on the corners of his lips was restrained, and he looked worried again.

He tentatively asked, "Are you looking for someone?"

"Ah, no..." Zhaohua subconsciously denied it, and in the next second, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his eyes and asked, "Did you see...His Highness Sanriyue?"

Ok?

Three months?

Didn't Sanriyue go to find the owner a long time ago?

Ishikirimaru was a little confused, but seeing the look of anticipation in his master's eyes, he still contributed his known information.

"I saw you before praying, and then Sanriyue Temple came to you. Didn't the master meet Sanriyue?"

"...Maybe I just missed it."

Hearing this answer, Zhaohua didn't plan to go into too much detail, said goodbye to Ishikimaru and left.

He left without hesitation, but left Ishikimaru in anxiety.

Shikieru never expected that after only one day, the master and Sankaiyue would have "conflicts" again.

He hadn't figured out what was going on with the last incident, but Sanriyue suddenly returned to normal, and became the master's little follower again, not the valet Sheng but the valet.

As a result, now, the master actually needs to find Mikazuki all the time.

"Just missed it" sounds like an excuse.

The more Ishikirimaru thought about it, the more worried he became, he turned around and went back to the clean room with the coins.

It's still early, let's pray for the master and Sanriyue again.

I didn't see it at Ishikirimaru, so Zhao Hua finally went back to the room.

When I arrived at the door, I saw a familiar headdress hanging under the eaves on the left, with golden tassels hanging under the braided ears of rice, swaying in the breeze.

It was suspended in the air by a red silk thread, the height was just within reach of him when he raised his hand.

Zhaohua stretched out his hand in doubt, picked up the headdress and walked out, wanting to see where the other end was tied.

Suddenly the red line dropped down suddenly, at the same time, San Riyue poked her head out from the eaves and waved to him, the bright red color on her pure white wrist was extremely conspicuous.

"Master, do you want to come up and watch the sunset with me?"

Under the warm yellow afterglow, Fu Sangshen's face against the light was blurred, but his sky-like eyes and the crescent moon in his eyes were extremely clear.

Zhaohua's heart moved, he subconsciously clenched the tassel in his hand, and he showed a flawless smile as usual.

"Okay, wait a moment."

After Zhaohua came up, San Riyue picked up the snacks next to her and motioned for Zhaohua to sit beside him.

"The master will go to Tsurumaru tomorrow, so who will handle the affairs of Honmaru?"

"The daily affairs will be handed over to Hase Buden, and I will hand over the battle affairs to Mutsu Shouden."

Mutsu Mori is Honmaru's initial sword, except for Mikazuki, he has the highest level of practice.

"Actually, Shizheng has recently developed two tools. You only need to be full of spiritual power to automatically enter and search for the retrograde army. With this, Honmaru can continue to operate during my absence."

"There is such a thing." San Riyue opened her eyes wide in surprise, and then praised with a smile, "Master Shizheng really has a heart, and the master can save a lot of trouble in the future."

They chatted about the various things that happened in their lives, as they had done on many days before.

However, the more this happened, the more anxious Zhaohua became.

San Riyue behaved too normally, as if he had never heard that conversation at all, but he was sure that it must be San Riyue who was outside the door at that time.

What he wants is not such a whitewashed daily routine.

What did Sanriyue say again, but Zhaohua didn't answer, but asked directly.

"His Highness Sanriyue heard? What I said. Don't you have anything to ask me?"

San Riyue was startled, a little surprised by the master's straightforwardness, and when he regained his senses, he smiled and complained: "You really let me hear it on purpose."

After teasing, he looked at the red clouds in the distance, and began to answer Zhaohua's questions seriously.

"When I first heard it, I really wanted to ask you a lot of things. Where did the master come from? How did he come here? Why did you come here to become our master?"

And, will the master leave?

"There are many things that I have never heard of or seen. But, after thinking about it for a while, I suddenly realized that these things are not important to me."

"You once promised not to leave me, and I believe you will not leave."

San Riyue's profile was softer under the afterglow of the setting sun, and his voice was soft, with an unconcealable tenderness.

"Although I am very curious about everything about the master, but if recalling these will cause trouble to the master, you don't need to explain anything about it."

Although he is not a human being, he is also very aware of human beings' obsession with their hometown, and it is so painful to leave their hometown. What happened to make the master leave his own world without hesitation?

It wasn't that he wasn't curious, it was just that he was more reluctant to remind his master of unpleasant memories.

"You don't have to answer this for me, but if you want to talk, I will always be by your side."

When she said this, San Riyue turned her head, her dark blue eyes seemed to be filled with tiny stars, her eyes were tolerant and gentle.

Being watched by Sanriyue like this, Zhaohua wanted to tell his past for the first time. He never mentioned it to others. Even Shizheng, who recruited him, only knew some superficial situations.

"...Actually, my past is different from what you imagined. There is no pain or past that I don't want to mention. On the contrary, in that world, my life can be said to be good and smooth."

"My family is an onmyoji family that has been passed down for thousands of years. Abe Seimei, the great onmyoji in the Heian period, is my ancestor."

"When I was two years old, my parents died unexpectedly. Maybe it was too young. In the following days, I didn't feel too much grief. When I was five years old, I was selected to be the heir of Onmyoji. Since then, Every day I practice onmyoji."

"I am surprisingly proficient in these things. The teacher said that I am the best onmyoji in a century, but I have never seen a monster."

"I used to think that I didn't practice enough, but later I realized that there were no monsters in that world. All the anecdotes about monsters I read in ancient books were hundreds of years ago."

"There have been ten generations of onmyojis in the Tuyumen family who haven't seen a monster."

"In my generation, I was the only one who practiced onmyoji. Later, the family decided to give up the inheritance of onmyoji, and they asked me to give up onmyoji, and live like other normal people in high-rise buildings. life of the times."

"But I refused."

When he said this sentence, Zhaohua's face was in a daze without knowing it. Maybe even now, he didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong.

He is unwilling to give up everything he once yearned for, perhaps a long time ago, his world was connected with that bright scroll of ghosts.

But all of these are just illusions. His powerful ability makes him clearer than anyone else that everything he yearns for will never appear.

"It's been a long time, even I don't know, what am I still insisting on?"

"Until I learned about this world and the existence of Toujian Fusangshen."

Without hesitation, he abandoned his own world and came to this world.

From the very beginning, there was nothing to protect the history and save the world, he only came here to pay the gods.

After San Riyue listened to all this quietly, she kept staring at Zhao Hua with her imprinted eyes, the tolerance in her eyes was the same as before.

He stretched out his hand, and gently tapped Zhaohua's brows, smoothing his subconsciously frowning brows.

"Although I said that Master doesn't need to hide from me, I really want to see you smiling."

"Are you confused? Because you insist on meaningless things. But in my opinion, you are doing the right thing. It is because of this that we can meet."

"Even without this world, you will not regret choosing to persevere."

San Riyue could see that when talking about Yin Yang Art, the light in Zhao Hua's eyes lit up, it was the eyes that can only be seen when he likes it to the extreme.

"Choice doesn't matter right or wrong, as long as you have a clear heart. Don't be too harsh on yourself, master."

Hearing San Riyue's soft words, Zhao Hua's heart beat uncontrollably.

He himself didn't know what kind of answer he expected to get when deliberately revealing his background, but Sanriyue's answer was always better than what he thought.

What a foul, Zhaohua lowered his head, not wanting to show too much emotion in his eyes.

Sanriyue moved her fingers away, smoothing her long silver hair that was blown by the wind a little bit.

"Master was able to tell me this, I am very happy. Whether it is me or everyone in Honmaru, thank you very much for your persistence."

"So as a thank you, please accept this."

San Riyue untied the hair ornament from the red thread, and leaned over to put it on for Zhao Hua.

"His Royal Highness Sanriyue..." Zhaohua stepped back subconsciously, and was held down by Sanriyue's shoulder.

"Can't move, I'm not good at these things, it's bad if it's worn crookedly."

Having said that, Zhaohua really sat there without moving, even though all the cells in his body jumped up because of the approach of Sanriyue, his expression was very calm.

The golden ears of rice are dotted in the long silver hair, the tassels hang down, and the breeze blows, swaying and stroking the corners of the eyes, adding a bit of dignity and beauty.

"Very suitable for the master."

San Riyue withdrew her hand in satisfaction, and put his token on the master, as if the master had already branded him.

They sat on the roof for a while longer, and did not return to the room together until the sun had completely sunk.

Ishikimaru just came back after praying: "...?"

Are Sanriyue and Master reconciled?

And if he's not mistaken, the owner is wearing the crescent moon's hair ornament, right?

So what happened while he was praying?

The author has something to say: Sanriyue: A red thread a day will bind the owner one day.

Ishikirimaru: So what happened?