Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

A dreamless night

When Tsukuyomi got up again, there was no trace of Rimei in the yard, which made him feel relieved but also a little disappointed.

I wanted to cheer myself up and go to the front yard to talk to Yuan Xin, but I didn't expect that I couldn't get out of the door separating the front and back yards.

A lavender barrier enveloped the entire backyard, separating him from the outside world like an invisible barrier.

Tsukuyomi's body trembled, and his whole body tensed up, as if something was hitting his heart hard, and his breathing almost stopped at this moment.

He clearly felt a sharp panic deep in his left chest, and he couldn't help but press his chest gently with his hand, trying to calm his uneasy mood.

The white-haired boy reached out his hand in disbelief to touch the barrier, but resistance began to rise from that moment on...

"Genxin! Genxin! Can you hear me?! Is there anyone outside? Is there anyone?!"

Tsukuyomi frantically slapped the barrier, calling out for something, but no one responded.

The boy's tone was nasal and pitiful. Then he realized something and came to the side door where Mei usually sent food. As expected, the table here was also filled with exquisite meals.

There was no one.

The god imprisoned in the courtyard hurriedly lifted up the fluttering hem of his clothes, his snow-white hair arcing in the air as he ran.

Beautiful and fragile butterflies fluttered through the corridors and houses, searching for other people.

"Brother Li Mei! Brother Li Mei!"

"Ryomen Sukuna! Are you there?..."

"Where the hell are you guys?"

"Brother Li Mei... wuwuwu, where on earth are you guys? wuwuwu..."

No!

Don't leave me alone! Don't abandon me! ...Don't

The boy was thin, wearing a simple white shirt, with messy hair, red eyes, and a delicate face that looked a bit broken in the sunlight.

Stumbling around looking for someone who doesn't exist in this house

*

at the same time,

forecourt,

Genshin was finishing the morning lessons assigned by his master. He raised his head from the scriptures as if knowing something, and stared fixedly behind the Buddha statue - in the direction of the backyard, with a faint sense of unease lingering in his heart.

Do not look directly at the Buddha and do not take refuge in the Three Jewels.

The old monk sitting cross-legged on a cushion beside him remained in a meditative posture with his eyes closed, closing the sutra with one hand. He spoke in a light but sharp voice, "Gen Shin...you are possessed."

Even when he was sitting on the mat, his body did not bend, but stood straight as a pine tree, with a cold aura, not like a monk but like some other martial arts master.

"Yes... Master, but I always feel that..." Genshin hurriedly tried to defend himself but was harshly rebuked.

"Hey! Genshin, please stop having these delusional thoughts. A monk should not dwell on anything, but rather give rise to his mind."

Because 'Him' was not something that ordinary people like them could dream of, the old monk wiped the non-existent dust off the scriptures and shook his head.

The young monk remained silent. He wanted to tell his master that he did not have such thoughts, but when he opened his mouth, he was speechless.

He can hardly figure out his own thoughts.

Obviously... it's not like that

It's not... like this...

The old monk sighed as he looked at his disciple's stubborn look. What the eyes see is not real, but if even the emotions felt in the heart are unclear... why deceive oneself when using the false to cultivate the true?

Genshin, you're obsessed.

"Since that's the case, you should reflect on it. You don't need to attend the evening class today."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xin's first reaction was not sadness or grief after being punished, but rather joy. He raised his head slightly, calming his inner struggle.

When I opened my eyes again, I despised myself in my heart, but I didn't stop.

The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing, with a sky full of gods and Buddhas above his head. The majestic and mysterious Buddha statues of all sizes filled the altar, solemn and glorious.

Compared with the tall statues in the hall, the monk with a slightly hunched back and an old face is indeed humble and cautious.

"All appearances are false... Amitabha"

Genshin strode through the pavilions, towers, and eaves.

Come to the separation between the front hall and the back garden.

As soon as he stood still, he had an inexplicable feeling. He stared at the empty corridor in front of him, and the tall and handsome monk stepped in without hesitation.

"Mr. Tsukuyomi? Are you there?"

"Tsukuyomi-kun!"

I walked around but found nothing. No one answered when I called out. It was quiet.

It's as if no one has ever existed here.

Little do they know that crossing the road is common.

The more frightening and suspicious it is.

What the eyes see may not be true.

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the other side,

Zenin Kazuhiko was not angry when he was rejected, nor did he feel the embarrassment that ordinary people would imagine. Can we really say that he is worthy of being a noble young man trained in a big family?

"Guangyi, has the messenger from Rongyizhai come to deliver clothes today?"

Zenin Kazuhiko dusted off his clothes, picked up a lake blue hunting robe and gestured with it, a trace of thought flashed across his face from time to time, and he looked very solemn.

I didn't know and thought I had encountered some tricky curse.

I never thought it was just ordinary dressing.

This was the first time Koichi had seen such a young master. In the past, these hands would only hold scrolls that smelled of ink or make contrasting hand seals to summon shikigami to take the lives of cursed spirits.

This is the first time that the young master has dressed himself in front of a bronze mirror.

After Chanyuan Heyan dawdled and changed into a new set of clothes, the light green robe made his narrow and long eyes look more gentle, and the young man who grew up in a noble family looked more approachable.

But with his eyebrows slightly raised, he looks gentle and lazy, but he has a sense of nobility and pride.

Zenin Kazuhiko changed out of his iconic purple crown and robes, willingly concealing his radiance, and walked to the temple's side door as he was used to. This door led to the small hall for guests to rest in the front yard.

A few steps from here is the veranda where young people used to rest and bask in the sun like cats.

The handsome purple-haired young man stood in front of the door, squinting his eyes as usual, without any hasty action.

"wrong……"

Guangyi arranged for the accompanying servants to lead the carriage. As he approached, he heard the voice of his young master, "Young master, why don't you come in now that you are here?"

"Something is wrong here"

Zenin Kazuhiko retracted his steps and looked at the wall beside him. Should we really say that the Ten Shadow Techniques of the Zenin family are worthy of being the heir?

"This is a small tent that has been modified by humans."

It looked ordinary in appearance, and even the curse power had not leaked out at all. Even if a sorcerer came, there was a high probability that no flaws would be found.

This also shows that the caster has reached the pinnacle of using the power of the spell.

but……

The smell is wrong

We are all experienced sorcerers. Our eyes may deceive us but our feelings cannot.

No matter how well it is concealed, no matter how skillfully the remaining cursed energy is handled... the deep negative emotions will not disappear. For the Six Eyes and Ten Shadows, the cursed energy reserves are extremely huge.

For someone who has exquisite control over his magical powers...

Experience and feelings cannot deceive people.

Guangyi was confused. He took a few steps forward with his head tilted but did not notice any obstacles.

"Young Master... perhaps you've developed delusions from excessive training? There's no barrier set up here!"

Since Guangyi can come and go freely and pose no danger, it means that the purpose of this [tent] is not to prevent outsiders from entering.

The smell is very clean, without the smell of blood and killing

Presumably, it is to isolate the people inside, confuse people's vision, or in other words, to protect the things inside.

He had no idea that since when had there been someone in Heian-kyo who had such attainments in barrier techniques besides him and the one from the Gojo family?

Could it be Ozumi's family?

Hmm...but isn't he an orphan?

Oh, every time we met, I was so engrossed in the conversation that I even forgot to inquire about the little guy's background.

Zenin Kazuhiko folded his fan and weighed it, pondering the caster's intentions. But no matter what...

Oh no, what should I do?

If it was the elders' intention, it would be difficult for him to disturb them.

But no matter what,

"It's so sad that I can't see Ozumi~"