Shikigami Cultivation Guide

The warm breath touched the coating of the tongue, and Yimulian was pushed to slide deep into the throat.

Just when Yimulian was about to be eaten by Banruo, a blood-red eye suddenly appeared on Banruo's smooth forehead wearing a mask, and the lavender pupils covered in red shone slightly in the sun.

Banruo's movements froze, and he felt a chill on his forehead, and then a sharp pain came, his golden eyes opened wide, his white jade-like fingers trembled slightly because of the pain, and finally let go of Yimulian.

Yimolian fell on his lap, clutching his kimono tightly.The eyes on Banruo's forehead blinked, and then sank into the depths of his mind little by little until there was no trace of eyes on his forehead.

That eye was like a fish swimming in the sea, wandering in the depths of his silent mind.A fine numb pain spread from the head to the whole body, and the strength of the body seemed to be passing away bit by bit. Just when he was about to lose himself and fall from the beam, the black snake behind him bared its fangs and bit With a bite on his neck, he woke up completely.

His eyes are golden and still, and then the world has focus.

The skin touched by the fangs had two black blood holes, and then the blood-red fine lines spread along the blood holes, and finally formed two black flower-like marks.

Yimulian had already reached the beam.

He looked down at Yimulian, and Yimulian looked up at him, his purple eyes were emotionless.

"Little ghost, I am a god, how could I be swallowed so easily by you?"

Banruo looked at him in silence for a long time, his pale golden eyes were floating and sinking, and he couldn't tell what emotion he was in.

"I'm not reconciled, why are you stronger than me?" He said, his voice suddenly became very cold, and the strong unwillingness and jealousy in the pretended calmness.

He listened with one glance, his eyebrows lowered slightly, he sat on the cross beam, raised his head and asked him: "When I saw you four years ago, your hostility was not so severe, what happened?"

Hannya's eyes darkened, and an indistinct answer came out from her thin lips: "Following the monster's instinct, I have become stronger than before."

Yimulian smiled slightly: "What are you monsters made of?" He raised his wide sleeve, and a butterfly formed of skeleton flew out from it, and flew to his hand with its wings, the white skeleton was shining in the sunlight. The bottom glowed slightly.Yimu Lian raised his hand, and the butterfly flew away from his field of vision.

Hannya looked at his action in surprise, but lowered her voice and answered him: "A woman's jealousy."

Yimulian's purple eyes sparkled, and he just smiled lowly: "Is that so..."

The breeze blows, raising the hair and kimono of the two, the sun shines on the gods, and the hidden leaves leave bright and dark marks on their faces, and the summer cicadas are blowing loudly in the distance. The wild grass swayed gently, and butterflies and seven stars came and went leisurely.

"A monster made of jealousy, no wonder the desire to become stronger is so strong." Yimulian said, turning slightly sideways, looking through the god into the distance.

"In fact, whether it is a monster or a ghost, everyone wants to become stronger. But what is the purpose of becoming stronger? Sometimes you can survive without being so strong, but... compared to being an inferior monster, it is still better. The status of Demon King or Ghost King would be more desirable." Yimulian said, his voice was no longer cold, but soft and soft.

"Even I want to become stronger. The villagers who used to protect me now abandon me. What's the point of me becoming stronger? Moreover, some monsters are born stronger than others, and the latter may spend their entire lives It’s just touching the starting point of the former. Compared to you, I’m probably the former.” He said.

A fire flared up in Banruo's heart, and then was extinguished by a burst of coldness. He said coolly, "You are probably a fool."

"If you don't even have anything to protect, what's the point of living in this world?" With a glance, the sound of cicadas stopped abruptly.

"Then why don't you give me the strength?" Banruo said, a throbbing pain spread from the place where the snake had bitten him, and he touched it lightly with his fingers, his whole body trembling with pain.

"Give me a reason." Yimulian said.

Banruo frowned slightly, then lifted the little Yimulian and placed it on his left shoulder, saying: "I'll take you to see the reason, and besides, take out what you left in my head."

"Afraid you'd die from it?"

"No, I'm bothered and a little sore."

"Are you afraid of pain?"

"Aren't all monsters afraid?"

"What about death?"

"Maybe I want to die when I live enough."

Prajna jumped off the beam of the god.Yimulian hugged his neck tightly in the impact of the fall.

"The lifespan of monsters is very long... Save it and let me know when you live enough."

"no, thank you."

"why?"

"Because I feel like I'm being controlled and I don't like that."

"Isn't it good to be restrained, at least not lonely, monsters are probably the loneliest in the world."

"I'm not alone, at least in the past few years there are people with me, although we haven't seen each other for a long time."

"What if he betrayed you?"

"He won't." Banruo paused, "If that's the case..."

"if that?"

"No, there is no if."

Saying that, Prajna cut off the conversation.

Prajna took him away for a long time, the sky gradually darkened, and the sky was filled with stars, scattered on the dark blue curtain, delicate and beautiful.Night insects and unknown monsters began to make rustling noises in the dark, as the cold water droplets condensed on the tip of the grass, they slid into the ground with a slight shake when touched by Hannya's footsteps.

Banruo found an abandoned shrine to settle down. There were dense hexagonal wind chimes hanging on the sandalwood frame in front of the door, and they rang when the wind blew.

Hannya and Yimulianyan sat down in the shrine.The night was getting darker, the wind was getting stronger, and the stars were covered by dark clouds. At some point, it began to rain heavily, crackling and hitting the rubble on the roof.

A gust of cold air from the night rain diffused into the house, Banruo stepped forward to close the door, and lit a fire with demon power.The faces of both he and Yimulian were warmed by the firelight.

Under the bright and dark firelight, Hannya's pale golden eyes flowed like waves of floating dust.His eyes looked at the flames, and he whispered as if he was talking to himself: "Want to hear a story? Humans always tell stories at this time. When it is late at night, no matter what the story is, it will feel more moving in the end. "

"I'm not human." Yimulian sat in the socket of his collarbone and answered lightly.

Banruo didn't care, and continued: "The protagonists of the story are a human and a monster."

"When the monster appeared, everyone was afraid of him and wanted to expel him. Only human beings who were still children accepted him with a smile. The life of a monster is very long, and only a few people can find a partner. It was almost inevitable. But the acceptance of the child made him feel the heat of being alive."

Hannya's pale golden long eyelashes trembled slightly under the firelight.

"But the child suddenly fell ill one day. The child's family was very anxious, so they went to all the famous doctors, but all the doctors couldn't cure him. When the monster went to see the child, the child cried to him, saying maybe I'm really sad that I won't see you again in the future, so the monster was in tears."

"In order to save the child, the monster gave his life's cultivation to the child, so the monster has only a wisp of soul left, and can only wander around, eating other souls, hoping to meet the child again one day."

"One farewell is four years..."

Banruo smiled slightly, this kind of sad smile was not a common expression for him.Then the smile was fleeting.Banruo condensed another fireball with demonic power, tossing it up and down in his hands.His expression was very quiet.

"Are you going to see him now?" said Yi Mu after a long time of silence.

"Yeah, I miss him." When Banruo said this, his voice was very soft, and there was a slight smile.

A thunderstorm suddenly sounded outside the window, causing Prajna to turn slightly pale.

"Are you afraid of thunder?"

"I almost died from lightning..."

"If you do it like this, the cloud of death for a person, Fujinami, with one eye and one ear, the person who sees it..."

A soft voice rang in his ears, it was Yimulian's singing.

Prajna smiled slightly.

The wind howled, the rain poured down at night, and the thunder exploded continuously. Only a waka could soothe his heart.

The author has something to say:

かくしてぞ人は死ぬといふ藤波のただ一目のみ见し人ゆゑに.

The original sentence of Waka comes from the Manyoshu.