Unemployed Onmyoji Converted to God Judge

The little boy sat on a tall dead tree, his emerald green eyes were clear and bright.

He looked at Zhaohua for a while, then suddenly said, "You can see me."

Seeing Sanriyue following behind him again, the little boy blinked, "Human, are you an exorcist?"

When he said this, he didn't have any intention of avoiding or running away, and he was not as calm as a monster.

"No." Zhao Hua denied, "I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask you something."

"Did you see a monster with a bone spur and a knife within two months?"

"Bone spurs..." The little boy thought about it seriously, "I have indeed seen it before."

"Where are they now?"

The little boy lowered his head and was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his eyes and asked, "Is this important to you?"

"Yes."

Zhaohua replied firmly, finally got the clue of the retrograde army, and he could bring Sankayue and Tsurumaru back to Honmaru if he solved it as soon as possible.

"Find someone for me, tell me about him, and I'll tell you where those monsters are going."

"one person?"

Zhaohua was a little puzzled, but didn't delve into it, "Who are you looking for?"

The little boy's eyes drifted away, looking at the unknown wild flowers in the distance, as if caught in some memories.

"His surname is Fujiwara... he is very old and lives alone in a nearby town."

He always remembered that the man's gray hair and dry and old hands were the same hands that caressed his leaves and said to him: "Grow up quickly."

Zhaohua waited for a while, but the boy did not speak again.

If there are only these words, he will definitely not be able to find anyone who is unfamiliar with the place.

"Do you have his belongings?"

The boy looked away, thought for a moment, jumped to the other side of the tree, and pulled out a button.

"He dropped it here."

It's easy to handle if you have something, Zhaohua agreed, and left here with Sanriyue.

The boy had been sitting on the tree, silently watching their backs.

Walking on the road, Sanriyue asked, "How are you going to find someone?"

"The Lost and Found Array can find the owner of the item, but there is a distance limit. If we try a few more times, we should be able to succeed."

Zhaohua walked to the nearest town and tried three times while holding the distance, but the formation did not respond at all.

For the fourth time, the paper talisman used as a guide circled in the air, and then slowly drifted in one direction.

The two of them followed the guidance and came to a house.

The door did say "Fujiwara", but the door was closed tightly, spider webs were knotted in the corners, and the well-tended grass was now in a mess, as if it hadn't been lived in for a while.

Zhaohua stood at the door, thinking whether he had found someone if he moved away.

At this moment, a squinting mother-in-law poked her head out from the low wall next door.

"Young man, what are you doing here?"

"Let's find Mr. Fujiwara."

Zhaohua decided to inquire. The neighbor's mother-in-law might know where Mr. Fujiwara moved.

"Oh, Fujiwara, who are you?"

Zhaohua was stuck, he didn't even know the name of this gentleman, let alone his occupation and past experience.

He subconsciously glanced at Sanriyue, and found that Sanriyue also looked over in confusion.

The two stared at each other, like a student who was picked up by the teacher to answer a question but found that his deskmate couldn't do it either, feeling a little helpless.

Zhaohua racked his brains, trying to make up a reliable identity with his meager experience in interpersonal communication.

"That, I, I am..."

"Oh! I remembered, you are his student!"

The mother-in-law didn't wait for him to reveal his secrets, and revealed his identity first.

Zhaohua was overjoyed, and quickly claimed it, "Yes."

"You came here once a few years ago. Boys with long hair are rare now. I still remember you, mother-in-law."

Do you recognize people by their long hair?Taking advantage of getting away with it, Zhaohua hurriedly asked her: "Has Mr. Fujiwara moved?"

"You don't know, Fujiwara has passed away."

"He used to be in good health, and he often went for a walk in the woods alone. But a year ago, he was sick and his health was not as good as before. He was taken over by his son to take care of him. It's a pity that he is old, so he just said no without……"

When this topic was brought up, the mother-in-law sighed, and there was a voice calling her to eat. She staggered into the room and said to herself, "I am getting old too..."

Zhaohua and Sanriyue looked at each other, feeling heavy.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are fates that no one can escape.

Sanriyue thought of the child sitting on the tree, and sighed in her heart, "Mr. Monster will be very sad."

When they brought the news back, the boy sat on the tree and listened, his emerald green eyes showing a sense of disappointment that didn't match his appearance.

He looked into the distance, was silent for a while, and whispered: "It's time..."

When they met, Fujiwara was only in his 70s, not even a fraction of his money, but he was already in his twilight years.

Human beings are such fleeting lives.

The boy quickly restrained his emotions, and nodded towards Zhaohua, "Thank you."

"Those monsters with bone spurs are heading east. There are many of them. You'd better be prepared when you go."

Zhaohua returned the buttons to him, but hesitated and did not leave immediately.

Sanriyue stepped forward, pulled Zhaohua, and sat beside the boy.

He turned his head and looked at the top of the boy's hair, with a gentle and tolerant look in his eyes.

"Mr. Fujiwara must be a very kind person."

The boy pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, and then said, "He is a stubborn and nagging old man... He can chatter for a long time to a tree."

He is the largest tree in this forest, and he has his own consciousness at some point.

He has lived for a long time, so long that he can't remember the years. He thought that he would continue like this forever, looking at the same scenery, and the people around him were the same people.

Until that day, the day he was closest to death.

It was a thunderstorm night, and a thunderbolt fell, directly hitting him.

Even now, thinking of the heart-piercing pain at that time, he couldn't help trembling.

The thunder fire spread, burning his body, and he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to cry out.

He fell to the ground, seeing raging fires in front of his eyes, and hearing the sound of monsters fleeing in a hurry.

He exhausted the last bit of strength to prevent the spread of the wildfire.

After this night, all the monsters in this forest escaped, and he leaned against the fallen tree, so weak that he seemed to disappear in the next second.

There was gradually no sound around him, and he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he heard an old voice saying: "Oh, what a pity, such a big tree must have grown for many years."

It's an old human being who came to the woods for some reason.

He didn't care about it, and he didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

He fell asleep again.

Oddly enough, he woke up repeatedly, then fell asleep exhausted and weak.

Once again, he saw the human squatting next to the broken tree root, and sighed in amazement: "Some of them survived, how tenacious."

This is the reason why he didn't disappear immediately, the few surviving roots, along the unbroken trunk, transported nutrients for him with difficulty.

From that day on, that human came every day, watering him, caressing his body carefully, cheering on a lingering tree.

But this is far from enough. To maintain the survival of the tree, the nutrients needed are too large.

He was still dying bit by bit, first the small piece of surviving bark fell off, then the trunk cracked, and finally, the fallen tree lost all vitality.

This time, it's the end.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by an excited voice.

"It's over! It's sprouted! It's sprouted!"

On the broken root, at unknown time, a green shoot grew quietly.

The old humans shouted and jumped around him, "Great! This is a miracle..."

He got up, looked at his short figure, and was taken aback by this human behavior before he could experience the joy of the rest of his life.

Why does it look more excited than him.

He curled his lips, but his emerald green eyes were full of smiles.

That human came here often, his hair was gray, but his pace was very steady.

Human beings take care of him and tell him many things, the most talked about is to grow up quickly.

This piece of sky is unobstructed, he can bask in the sun unscrupulously, but he will also be ruthlessly destroyed by the storm.

Every time before a storm comes, humans will fix a big umbrella for him, and all the wind and rain will be kept out.

He hid in the umbrella and listened to the sound of rainwater hitting the umbrella surface. For the first time, he felt that the sound was so beautiful.

Once again, when a human came to him, he almost tripped over a branch next to him. He tried to help him, but failed to catch up. Fortunately, the human staggered two steps and stabilized his balance.

He's starting to worry.

When the human started to look at his seedling again, telling him to bask in the sun and drink more water, he squatted opposite the human and said, "Don't come here again, I can take care of myself."

Humans did not hear.

Humans can't see him, and naturally they can't hear him.

He still often sees humans, and when humans babble at him, he also sits opposite them, speaking words that no one can hear.

The two talked like chicken and duck, but they were also very harmonious.

That is his own happiness.

However, one day, humans never came again.

He sat on a tall dead tree, waiting day after day, but no one came.

That's good, he thought, human beings are already old, so they shouldn't often travel so far to see him.

That person finally listened once.

He gripped the button that the human accidentally dropped, and smiled, but the emerald green eyes were gradually filled with mist.

Humans, he knew, might never come again.

Every day after that, he guarded his little sapling and watched it grow up little by little.

There is no one here, and the monsters who fled before never came back.

He often thinks of humans, his nagging, his big umbrella...

"How I wish he just forgot about me..."

The boy said softly, a tear streaming from the corner of his eye.

But he also knew that parting was bound to happen, not today, but also tomorrow.

Sanriyue and Zhaohua sat beside him quietly, Zhaohua turned his head to look at the broken tree stump, where there was a sapling half a person's height.

Young but tenacious.

The boy wiped away his tears, regained his strength, and said to Sanriyue and Zhaohua, "Thank you for listening to me."

"Although he is gone, I will grow up and become a towering tree."

When leaving here, Zhaohua looked back, the boy was still sitting on the tree, looking down at the button, like a still picture scroll.

Zhaohua knows that even if he is big enough to cover the clouds and the sun in the future, he will never forget the human being who once sheltered him from the wind and rain.

Thinking of this, Zhaohua couldn't help but look at Sanriyue, who looked back at Sanriyue and asked him, "Master, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He shook his head, and ripples appeared in the depths of his pure black eyes.

"I just feel that it's too sad for one person to bear the emotions of two people."

He couldn't let Sanriyue fall into such sadness.