Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

After Fūya Rei returned to his original form, the endless pain instantly hit him, spreading to every nerve in his body that could sense pain.

He was very calm. It hurt, so it hurt. It was not a problem at all.

——Anything is better than burping!

Veins bulged on his forehead and he clenched his fists unconsciously.

Hagiwara, you are really my good friend!

Just wait for me.

In a national hospital in Japan.

Vodka had just recovered from his injuries when an unknown number rang on his cell phone.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Uozuka? This is Shimogamo Shrine. I'm a shrine maiden. I saw you left a message earlier. Are you looking for an onmyoji to exorcise evil spirits?"

Vodka was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had lost his memory for three days. Frightened, he asked the organization's logistics department to find a famous Yin-Yang master to come and see him.

Because Tennessee was such a troublemaker, he and his elder brother were exhausted every day and they put the matter behind them.

Now that the past was brought up again, Vodka instantly recalled the fear he had felt when he was dominated by amnesia, and quickly replied, "Yes, I would like to ask for help from an Onmyoji."

I've been so unlucky lately. Even if I haven't encountered any evil spirits, I have to find an opportunity to change my luck.

The psychopath in Knob Creek got him drunk and extracted information from him. After he sobered up, he dragged him to the training ground and beat him up, warning him not to talk nonsense.

Vodka: Nerves.

The shrine maiden's serious voice came: "Okay, Mr. Uozuka, please arrive at Shimogamo Shrine in Sakyo Ward, Kyoto City at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning on time. Lord Kamo will be waiting for you there."

"Okay, okay." Vodka responded solemnly.

After hanging up the phone, he felt a little more at ease.

Shimogamo Shrine is the Kamogo Shrine, one of the oldest and most prestigious shrines in Japan. I believe the Onmyoji there must be truly talented and knowledgeable.

Uh--

The eyes behind Vodka's sunglasses were full of confusion. Who is the Onmyoji and what is his name?

He, Kamo?

Vodka's eyes widened instantly and he jumped on the spot excitedly.

That's Kamo, one of the most famous Onmyoji families in the Heian-kyō period besides Abe.

The history of the temple dates back 2600 years, and it was built as early as the Asuka period.

Vodka couldn't believe for a moment that he was so lucky to meet the Kamo family.

Soon he looked bitter. Big shots are famous, but they are definitely very expensive.

Counting his savings, Vodka thought deeply that the money offered to the temple was not enough. It would be bad if the Kamo family thought he was not sincere.

My luck has been bad recently. If a dissatisfied Onmyoji orders the Shikigami to cause trouble, it will be all over.

He thought about it and borrowed some money from a few people he got along well with.

After the Yin-Yang master exorcised the evil spirit from him, he would follow his elder brother and do the tasks seriously for a few more months.

At this time, in Shimogamo Shrine.

The handsome priest sat in the room, looking at the bamboo forest outside and listening to the rustling sound of the wind passing through the bamboo leaves.

He was dressed in a white plain hunting robe, his hair hidden in a standing black hat. His face was painted with noble and mysterious makeup, and he held a cypress fan in his hand. He stood straight and gracefully, and his movements, sitting, and lying were full of ancient Zen, and the scenery was bright and clear.

As if hearing something, the priest slowly tapped his left hand with a cypress fan. He smiled and tilted his head to the side. He glanced at the miko who opened the door and walked in with tea, and asked slyly, "Is everything arranged?"

The shrine maiden, dressed in white and crimson, with a coat of crane and pine pattern, Chihaya, smiled gently, her long black hair fixed by a golden hairpin falling in front of her chest, making her look dignified, noble, graceful and elegant.

When he spoke, it was a man's voice full of magnetism: "It has been arranged, teacher."

The priest's expression, which had been carefree, cracked. He spread out his cypress fan to shield his face, and his smiling voice gave people an inexplicable feeling of gnashing teeth: "Haven't you learned how to falsetto? Use a female voice properly."

He warned emphatically, word for word: "Takeshita Miko."

Officer Takeshita smiled awkwardly, coughed lightly, and when he spoke again, his voice was soft and charming.

"Mr. Uozuka will be here tomorrow at eight o'clock. Your Excellency, the shrine is ready," said Takeshita Miko softly. "The festival will begin tomorrow."

He brewed tea gently, and his every move was smooth and flowing, pleasing to the eye.

Priest Miyamura took the cup and took a sip, then said with admiration, "Your cooking skills are getting better and better."

The praised Takeshita Miko smiled reservedly, her posture gentle and graceful: "It is my honor that you like it, my Lord."

Each of them was more pretentious than the other.

Just as they finished their tea, they heard a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Priest Miyamura raised his voice slightly.

The door to the Japanese-style room was opened again, and a young man with semi-long hair walked in with a dashing demeanor, a smile in his purple eyes: "Priest, Miko, excuse me for disturbing you."

The witch goddess had a chaste and gentle expression and asked softly, "Sir, have you come here suddenly to pray for blessings for tomorrow?"

Hagiwara Kenji's expression froze for a moment, and he pursed his lips.

Of course he was praying for blessings!!

This is a long story.

Before, he and Xiao Zhenping inexplicably lost their memories for three days. They were clearly locked up in the cross-bar by Sister Qiansu for education, but after waking up from a good sleep, they had finished writing a 30,000-word self-criticism, received a large-scale mission, and even followed the police to clear out the base of a criminal organization overnight.

No wonder I feel sore in my back and weak all over after waking up.

But he and Xiao Zhenping had no recollection of those things.

Kenji Hagiwara's heart skipped a beat. Could he have been possessed by an evil spirit?

Both he and Xiao Zhenping were a little nervous.

Later, when he was clearing the Jidao base, he was torn into pieces by a bomb. It is no exaggeration to say that he was torn into pieces. But because he had retained a breath of air, he could clearly feel that his body had grown back.

Hagiwara Kenji: …

Afterwards, the promised little Jyoutani was recreated, but his body turned into the child of himself and his young lover.

——I don’t know whether this kind of metaphysics has always existed or is a recent development.

If it existed before, it would not have been easy for him and Xiao Zhenping to maintain a materialistic scientific worldview and grow smoothly for more than twenty years.

If it's a recent...

Unscientific things happened one after another, making him feel as if the world was about to end at any time.

But no matter what, the accumulation of these things has completely shattered the worldview of the Explosion Group's Twin Stars, and it is completely impossible to piece it back together.

So, Hagiwara, who was afraid of ghosts and demons, left Matsuda at home to look after the children after finishing the things at hand, and took an emergency leave to come to this famous shrine to pray. It would be even better if he could get an amulet made by the priest himself.

only--

His eyes fell on the handsome and elegant priest and the Yamato Nadeshiko-like shrine maiden, and his eyes gradually became shocked and suspicious.

Do these two people look familiar?

It seems like we went on a mission together yesterday.

He opened his mouth and accidentally bit the tip of his tongue.

Kenji Hagiwara took a deep breath, covered his mouth, and his face wrinkled into a bun in pain.