Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

Under Natsume's explanation, Zhaohua finally figured out how the hole in the roof came about.

I also know that Tsurumaru's injury was not due to encountering an enemy.

He looked at the big hole above his head, and for a moment didn't know whether he should sympathize with Tsurumaru, who fell and was slandered, or Natsume, who suffered a disaster for no reason.

I always feel that these two are very unlucky.

But maybe he and Sanriyue should be added to the list of bad luck?

After all, he also fell down and had to help tidy up the mess left by Tsurumaru.

Zhao Hua took out a small pen from the wallet Hasebe had prepared for him, and handed it to Natsume.

"This is the currency of our world. I don't know if it is still useful here."

"Yellow, gold?!"

Natsume took the oval coin, looking at the yellow color and the heavy texture, it really looked exactly like gold.

"It seems that the two worlds still have something in common. They are indeed made of gold."

Zhaohua breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately the currency was available, otherwise he, a person from another world with two Fusangshen, would not be able to afford Xia Mu's house in a short time.

Natsume held the coin in his hand, but it was a bit difficult.

Then again, he's just an average high school student, and even with such a large piece of gold, he won't be able to use it.

If you take it out to exchange for money rashly, you might be regarded as a child who stole the parents' valuables.

At this time, after much deliberation, I can only ask Mr. Natori for help.

Thinking of his family members who will be back the day after tomorrow, Natsume made up his mind.

"Mr. Zhaohua, do you mind if I tell others about your existence? I can't handle this currency alone. Mr. Natori is my friend, a gentle and reliable person."

"It doesn't matter, Natsume can decide for himself."

Zhaohua doesn't care how many people know of their existence, they can leave at any time.

Instead, it was Natsume. They broke into Natsume's house rashly and broke the roof, which must have caused him trouble.

When Tsurumaru came back, he had to leave quickly.

With Akira's permission, Natsume went downstairs to call Natori Monday, and Madara followed him out.

Suddenly only Zhaohua and Sanriyue were left in the room.

Zhaohua looked at the knife on Sanriyue's waist, but there was a layer of dark mist on the beautiful golden lacquer moon pattern, and his work spirit began to stir again.

"Three Moon Palace, today's purification hasn't been done yet."

"Is it here?"

San Riyue was a little hesitant, this was someone else's room after all, and the two children would be back soon, so it always felt inconvenient.

"It's okay, I won't be disturbed. And Tsurumaru Palace doesn't seem to be coming back today, we can only spend the night here."

The purification can't be delayed either. If you finish Sanriyue one day earlier, you can get it in hand one day earlier.

Although it is very troublesome for Natsume, it will be even more troublesome for Natsume if they go out and are discovered by interested people.

Persuaded, San Riyue untied the knife on her body and handed it to Zhao Hua, then got up and sat on the outside of Zhao Hua.

Although the master said it was fine, it would be better to have less disturbance.

Zhaohua also gathered his spiritual power and drew the formation on the ground. Lines glowing with spiritual light appeared out of thin air on the originally empty ground. After a while, a pentagram formation was completed.

The main body knife painted with golden lacquer moon patterns was placed flat in the center of the formation, and with the input of spiritual power, the black mist on the knife body disappeared gradually.

At the same time, Madara on the first floor seemed to sense something, looking up the stairs, his half-moon eyes narrowed into a slit.

Seeing that Natsume finished the call, Madara immediately asked, "What did that guy say?"

"Mr. Natori said he would be here immediately."

Natsume couldn't help feeling warm when he thought of the conversation just now.

He didn't tell the whole story of the incident, but only said that he had encountered a special incident and needed help, and hoped to meet and chat with Mr. Natori.

The other party agreed without the slightest hesitation, and told himself to stay by Madara's side.

He knew that Mr. Natori thought he had encountered a difficult monster, but he couldn't say a word or two on the phone, so he only explained that he was not in danger.

Thinking of the visitor from another world who was still staying in his room, Natsume thought helplessly, hoping that Mr. Natori would not be surprised when he came over.

Seeing that Natsume was about to go back to the room, Madara didn't follow.

"My uncle is going out to drink! You just stay in your room, if there are monsters with no eyes, there is no need for me to take action."

Before that person restrained himself, it gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, and now he is openly activating the formation in the room. The pure and powerful spiritual power is as obvious as a searchlight under his perception.

Even knowing that he meant no harm, Madara didn't want to run in to seek guilt.

Taking advantage of Natsume's protection, skipping work and drinking a little wine is the wisest choice.

"Eh?"

Before Natsume could react, Madara slipped out the door nimbly, and he had to go back to the room alone.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhaohua sitting in the corner and the glowing formation in front of him, and vaguely understood why Teacher Mao was leaving.

He also didn't want to disturb Zhaohua, so he closed the door lightly, sat down beside him, and stopped talking.

The room was very quiet for a while, but it was Zhaohua who spoke first, breaking the calm.

"You don't have to be so careful, just move around as you please, and it won't disturb me."

Zhaohua was a little helpless, he had already finished drawing the formation, and he was familiar with Sanriyue's body knife, so he didn't need to bother to find the best spiritual power input speed. What he was doing now was all mechanical labor, so he could do two things at once.

Seeing what he said, Sanriyue didn't shy away from it. He noticed that the beckoning cat didn't come in, and he was a little puzzled.

"Why didn't the cat come back?"

"Ms. Kitty is out to play."

Natsume turned his head to meet Sankaiyue's gaze, the other party's smiling eyes were imprinted with golden crescent moons, his cheeks were tinged with heat, he looked away uncomfortably, and couldn't care less about looking into the other party's eyes when talking Be polite.

"Ah, that's a pity, it's the first time I've seen a talking cat."

Sankaiyue was a bit regretful, and I have to say that in this respect, he was indeed somewhat similar to Tsurumaru.

He is obviously an old man, but his ability to accept new things is stronger than anyone else.

"But speaking of it, will the cat demon be so round?"

Hearing this question, Natsume turned his head in embarrassment. Although Mr. Cat's original figure was slender, the maneki neko's shape was indeed fattened by him.

"That monster is not a cat demon. It's just sealed in a beckoning cat. It looks like a dog in its original form."

Zhaohua explained it to Sanriyue, but he didn't know why he was so fat, so he could only guess: "Maybe the body shape is because the sealed container is made more round?"

No, he just eats fat.

Natsume whispered something in his heart, and soon noticed another problem.

"How did Mr. Zhaohua know the real identity of Mr. Cat?"

He remembered that Mr. Cat never showed his original form, right?

"I can see it. My spiritual vision is relatively strong, and I can see his real body through the container."

"Spirit vision?"

"In this state, you can see things that you can't normally see, such as ghosts or qi."

Zhaohua explained, worried that Natsume would not understand, he also used an analogy.

"Just like now, Natsume in my eyes has a white light shining in his body, very dazzling."

"White light?" Natsume subconsciously looked down at his body, but saw nothing.

"That's right. That's Natsume's power. You have very powerful spiritual power."

This is also where Zhaohua was confused. He still remembered that the cat said that Natsume was almost killed by a monster. In his perception, Natsume shouldn't be unable to deal with monsters weaker than that cat.

But soon, his doubts were answered.

Natsume was a little embarrassed after being praised, and replied: "Well, Mr. Cat and Mr. Natori also said the same, but although I have power, I don't know how to use it."

Up to now, he can only draw a formation that he can't understand under the guidance of Mr. Natori, or in a critical situation, use the simplest punch to repel the enemy.

"Huh? Didn't Natsume's ancestors inherit it?"

In his family, even though there have been no monsters for a hundred years, the inheritance of Onmyoji has been well preserved. Monsters are so common in this world, the inheritance should not be broken.

Natsume realized that Zhaohua seemed to have misunderstood something. He explained: "No, my power should be inherited from grandma, but grandma is just an ordinary person. I always thought that only I can see monsters."

If he hadn't met Tanuma and the others, he might have always thought that he was a different kind in this world.

Zhaohua was a little surprised. Generally speaking, people with spiritual power are mostly born in Onmyoji families. The purer the blood, the easier it is to have spiritual power. It is rare to see people outside the family possess such powerful spiritual power.

He wanted to study it, so he asked Natsume to sit opposite him.

Mikazuki also watched Natsume with him with great interest.

Bearing the two focused gazes, Natsume sat there stiffly, feeling that no matter how her hands and feet were placed, they were not quite right.

When Zhaohua finally looked away, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did the master find anything?"

San Riyue also looked away, turning her head to look at Zhao Hua.

"The eyes have inhuman features."

After listening to Zhaohua's explanation, Sanriyue looked carefully at Zhaohua's eyes, and then looked back at Natsume.

In the master's black eyes, the pupils are round, but Natsume has vertical pupils.

"It's really not the same."

Natsume opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, and asked, "Is it because of my eyes that I have this power?"

"No, eyes and strength are just manifestations of blood."

Zhao Hua patiently explained: "Natsumu should have the blood of a monster. Because of the strong blood, he has powerful power and eyes that are different from ordinary people."

"Natsume said that the power is inherited from grandma, so it may be that grandma or one of the parents of the previous generation is a monster."

"What, what?!"

Natsume was instantly stunned by this news. After living for 15 years, he knew for the first time that he was a human-monster hybrid.

Moreover, it turns out that monsters are not reproductively isolated from humans? !

Compared with Natsume whose world view has been refreshed, Sankaiyue quickly accepted this setting. He picked up Zhaohua's strand of silver hair, and immediately asked by inference: "Then the master's hair is also a manifestation of blood?"

Last time at the Fireworks Conference, among so many judges, only the master was silver, and the others were low-key black and brown, completely different from Fu Sangshen's colorful hair.

"Yes." Zhao Hua answered as it should.

"My ancestor, Abe Seimei, was the son of the white fox."

The author has something to say: Natsume's monster bloodline is a private design, but the eyes are indeed vertical pupils.

Not a single purebred human in the house hhh

There seems to be no Abe Seimei in Natsume's world, so let's pretend that their history is completely different, otherwise I can hardly imagine that there are no descendants of Seimei in the family of the exorcist.