【Wine Ci】Ksitigarbha Statue

They were ushered alone into an elegantly furnished Japanese room.

The main tone of beige is clean, it doesn't look like someone lives here.There is a clean vase with several bunches of newly selected Xiacao in the vase.Xiacao has no color, but it gives this Japanese room a little popularity.The sliding door was quickly opened, and a man came in, barefoot, wearing a dark blue pattern, with a fan stuck in his waist; the man knelt down opposite them and nodded slightly.He said: "I'm the one who is in charge of this place and pays the tail. I heard that the adults are looking for me?"

Ibaraki didn't give him a straight look, so naturally it was impossible to answer.The little monk sighed, and then said, "Yes, my lord is looking for you."

Fuxia Osuke looked at the little monk, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

The man groomed himself very cleanly, his hair was neatly combed, and his beard was carefully shaved.It's just that it's black and blue at the moment, and it looks very old.His eyes were fixed on the little monk, as if he was trying to identify something, he stared too hard, the blood on the whites of his eyes was particularly prominent, and the smile still remained at the corner of his mouth, like a lake frozen in winter up.The little monk simply raised his face and took off his bamboo hat.

"It really is you." Fuxia Osuke breathed a sigh of relief, retracted his upper body and sat back straight, put one hand in his lapel, put the other hand on the table, and knocked on the table comfortably, "I see you look familiar. Please forgive me." He turned to call his attendants, gave some instructions in a low voice, then turned to the little monk with a smile and said, "I asked them to exchange good tea."

The little monk said: "You see me familiar, but I don't know you."

Fu Xia showed a surprised expression: "I thought that since I wanted to see me, I recognized me."

"That's not true." The little monk said, "Passing by a house, the hostess of the house entrusted me to talk to you. She asked me to ask you how many dogs you usually keep, how many dogs you keep, and how many dogs die; Let me ask you, what do these dogs eat on weekdays, where do they hunt, and have the people they ate won bets repeatedly in the courtyard—ah, there is another key question." He looked at it with great interest. The look of the man, "Where is Abu?"

Fushita Osuke stopped knocking on the table.The lake water continued to freeze, and it was as if his whole body was frozen, and the smile that had just warmed up was distorted in the cold to the point that it almost wanted to bite someone fiercely.His bloodshot pupils stared at the little monk.The little monk had a good time and smiled at him.

At that moment, he almost overthrew the little monk, and he rushed over and grabbed the little monk by the neck.Although he restrained himself in the end, his eyes were simulating this scene thousands of times—how he firmly choked that neck like a grass stalk.

The opened sliding door interrupted the man's imagination.

The attendant came in with tea, put it down, lowered his body and whispered a few words with Fu, and then quickly left the room.Fuxia Osuke poured the tea by himself, and took a few sips.The expression on his face gradually calmed down, and when he put down the teacup, a bland smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

"You really forget things." He clasped his hands on the table and said gently, "I knew at the time that a little brat like you, who was born in the clouds and knew nothing about the world, would never pay attention to us. Inferior appearance. This may be the most wrong thing you have ever done in your life. If you pay attention, you may know what is going to happen the moment you learn my name."

Like a snake that was suddenly disturbed, Ibaraki snapped up and snapped at Fuxia Weisuke's throat; the little monk only had time to yell in a hurry: "Don't kill him!" Ibaraki was wearing a black hat, and the hat fell to the ground. The monster's black hair fell down, and it began to turn white from the end, and it was about to turn into a demon.The little monk shouted sharply: "Not now!"

Those silver hairs that started to demonize from the tip of the hair were dyed black again, and the gradually sharp half-ghost claws pinching the man's throat receded into human hands with round nails; undisturbed.

Ibaraki grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.This man is now like all the humans who are about to die in his hands, his face flushed and he tightly grabbed Ibaraki's wrist.The monster turned his head and said sharply to the little monk: "Don't allow me to kill him, then you leave! There is a monster coming, if you don't use me, you can't handle it this time!"

The man had difficulty breathing, and his veins were bulging. He rolled his eyes and glanced at Ibaraki, then fixed his gaze on the little monk again, and then he grinned and laughed loudly: "I know who this is. Follow you. I thought it was some kind of puppet, but I was careless, but I didn’t expect that there would be a loyal dog beside you—” He laughed loudly until his violent cough choked him, and he coughed and laughed He said: "When people like you go down the mountain, how can you only follow one person? How can you only come to me with a single monk pretending to be a nobleman's attendant to watch the fun? I'm afraid you have become a lost dog—hahahahahaha, absolutely no It doesn't matter that you've been expelled and there are still people around you, because you're going to die—"

Ibaraki suddenly tightened his five fingers, the man couldn't say a word, he coughed up a mouthful of blood violently when he opened his mouth.

The little monk's eyes moved; this guy didn't know that the person beside him was also a ghost, and he didn't know that the people in Echigo Temple were chasing him.There was so much they didn't know, so much that it made him a little funny.

Ibaraki urged anxiously: "Little friend!"

The little monk stood with his arms tied, looking out of the door. The window was open, and he happened to be able to see the fallen toon tree in the courtyard.It was as if a gust of wind had blown by, and a whole big, beautiful crimson flower fell to the ground.It was so quiet, of course it was impossible for him to hear it, but he did hear that clear "click", as light and heavy as if it fell directly on his heart.

Without anyone reminding him, he could smell the impending stench in the air.

"Hey." The little monk lazily said, "You also think I'm very powerful, right—except for you, I haven't met a monster that I can't deal with. Another one, it will also let the master learn a lot."

He tilted his head slightly.Ibaraki could see the corners of his mouth slightly raised in an arrogant arc, like Shuten.

"I'm very upset. Is there any misunderstanding that you cowards think I won't be angry? Come on, come on, it just so happens that I want to have a good fight."

The sliding door was knocked open, and the miasma was so thick that it almost turned into fog.The little monk caught a glimpse of the falling toon in the corner of the courtyard, the red color was corroded and curled up and turned black.He thought to himself what a pity, and in a flash, he made a formula to block the monster that charged in.It was a dog—to be precise, it was a tall, human-shaped dog demon, dressed in tattered samurai armor picked up from no one knew where, and the fur was covered with miasma, so thick that it almost Squeeze out the full sunlight.It lowered its head, a pair of red-gold pupils inspected the people in the room, and finally stopped at Ibaraki who was holding Fushita Osuke, and let out a low growl, which sounded like it was talking, but it was indistinct , just like growling.

Fu Xiayousuke was still conscious, and he saw the dog demon from the corner of his eye, and the vain smile on the corner of his mouth floated up again; he moved his fingers with difficulty, and soon hung down powerlessly—at the same time, the dog demon roared at the little monk. hit the past.

The little monk blocked the movement quickly.While pinching the talisman in the void, he turned his head and told Ibaraki loudly in time: "Don't do it! ——Don't kill that guy either! No matter what happens, trust me once!"

At this time, the arrogant and fearless smile on his face was a bit weaker when described as young and frenzied, but it could be regarded as extremely presumptuous.

Of course Ibaraki believed him, not just once, he also believed thousands of times.

He spared a trace of spirit to hold human beings hostage, and at the same time, he also prevented himself from accidentally killing a fragile man.All the rest of his energy was devoted to the little monk's battle.When he really started fighting, he realized that what he knew was Shuten-douji—not the past him.He was really at a loss as to the technique the little monk used. He just felt that it was a bit like Abe Seimei's technique of Yin Yang, but it didn't look like it. After all, there is a difference between Buddhism and Shinto, and the method used by ghosts is completely different from this.So when he attacked, he was not the Shuten-douji Ibaraki knew well.But the footwork has already cast a shadow, and so does the demeanor, that kind of arrogance and arrogance, which is consistent with the demeanor that even if he is in a weak position, the more he fights, the more crazy he gets, the more excited he is.

Even the underdog.

Ibaraki knew about the youkai at the same time.Humans call this monster formed by a domestic dog an Inugami—there is also one of Abe Seimei's shikigami, but it is not known whether the shikigami raised by Seimei is the same as the current one.Ibaraki is not familiar with the smell of that shikigami, let alone this dog god has eaten too many people now; he may have been eating people non-stop when he was still alive and a domestic dog.The air of death coiled up like maggots, almost covering the monster's own evil spirit.This Inugami eats too many people, and seems to have been properly sacrificed by his owner. He is too strong to be a newborn monster.Of course, Ibaraki Doji himself has no problem with him, even easily; but it is too difficult for humans, let alone a young monk who is still a child.

He was a little slower to hide sideways, and the dog god's sharp claws had already swung over - the demon claws left a bloody paw print on the little monk's ribs and chest cavity.The little monk suddenly slid back due to the impact, and he could not retreat against the side of the wall to cover the wound, blood dripped from his fingers, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger; Inugami The next blow came quickly, and the little monk quickly turned over and dodged it.The monster's claws and miasma left a deep black claw mark on the wall.Panting heavily, it turned around, and the little monk quickly wrote scriptures in the air with blood on it, while writing, he swiftly dodged the furious attack of Inugami.

Smelling the smell of blood, Ibaraki's expression changed, he threw away the half-dead Fushang Osuke, grabbed a knife and placed it on the side of the room as a decoration, and shouted: "Little friend!" He, Ibaraki made a throw, and the little monk continued steadily, pulled out the sheath to block it, and raised the corner of his mouth: "The knife is good—thanks."

Ibaraki still couldn't let go.

He usually fights side by side with Jiu Tun, this is the first time for him to watch.What's more, the gap between the little monk and the dog god is obvious.What's more, he is a human being now, with an injury, he doesn't know how long it will take to heal.Human beings are fragile, even his best friend, who is indomitable in the sky, has to worry about an accidental death when he is a human being.Being a human being is really hard, let alone a mage who often deals with ghosts and ghosts, Ibaraki has never been in such a state of fear, and while he is distracted, he still wants to coax his little friend into a ghost.Otherwise, when they fight, he still has to be careful not to have fun.

The little monk became more and more excited as he fought.

He cut off a piece of flesh from Inugami's arm, and a few claws from the demon's claw were cut off.He also had injuries, but as if those injuries didn't affect him at all, his movements became more agile - as if the bleeding had stimulated the power in his blood.Blood was splashed on his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or the enemy's. It flowed to his lips, and he licked it clean with a flick of the corner of his mouth.While jumping and dodging, the gray cloth clothes seemed to have been blown by the wind, and the torn part bulged up in a big piece, which penetrated in a beam of sunlight, like wings that were bloody but ready to fly.

From the direction of the door, there suddenly came a heart-piercing scream like a small animal, with an indistinct tone.

Staggering in, a white, almost transparent child, about three or four years old, was wearing a bun and barefoot.As soon as he came in, he ran towards Inugami, but Inugami's movements froze, and the little monk took the opportunity to slash at him.When the knife pierced through the child, he only raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.It was a little regretful that this knife failed to chop off Inugami's head, it dodged it, and only had time to cut a hole in its chest that burst into a miasma of flesh and blood.

Inugami was wounded and fell heavily to the ground, gasping for breath, the miasma also weakened.The little monk survived a single blow and retreated decisively.The child grabbed Inugami and shouted something in an anxious tone, without words, no one could understand, only a few words could be heard vaguely.The child yelled the same two words anxiously and affectionately, he called "Mom" and "Ah Wang".

The little monk paused on his toes and understood.Suddenly he turned sideways, pulled back, holding the vase in his hand and was about to smash it down, Fuxia Osuke was thrown back on the ground, he couldn't stand up while supporting the ground, he just coughed up blood.The vase shattered on the ground with a loud noise, and Inugami struggled to stand up, but was stepped on by Ibaraki's foot.The child hugged Inugami's neck, and bared his teeth at them sternly.

The little monk wiped the blood from his mouth and found it difficult to take two steps, so he simply supported himself with a knife, gasped for a few breaths while standing, and said with a smile, "Fu Xiajun." My son—Abu once asked me for help on the way.”

Fuxia Osuke fell to the ground like a dead fish.He only panted, and stared at the little monk unwillingly.

The little monk continued to laugh: "I didn't understand it at the time, but now I understand it. He felt that I had his mother's breath on me, and misunderstood that I knew his mother, so he wanted me to save his mother." He laughed halfway and continued to say , "It's not a misunderstanding. I did agree to the lady's message. No one can imagine what you have done - in the past, someone killed his pet dog for revenge, and sacrificed the dog's head to make it a dog god. There are also people who are looking for money. But they are not as decisive and brave as you, and even feed their own sons to dogs."

Abu put his arms around Inugami's neck and turned to look at Fuxia Osuke, stunned, as if he was suddenly awakened and remembered something.Opening his mouth, blood and tears flowed from Bai Dongdong's eyes. The child didn't realize it and just murmured. This time everyone understood, it was "Dad."

Fuxia Osuke suddenly became irritable, he slammed the floor hard, and said loudly: "What do you know! How dangerous it is to raise a monster! Once the consequences are unimaginable! I have to make the dog obedient...!"

The little monk glanced at the Inugami who was firmly trampled by Ibaraki but was still struggling and roaring for savior, and said with a sneer, "Of course it is obedient. The sons eaten by the Inugami are 'white sons', which can bind and serve the Inugami, and can also make the Inugami Even stronger—feed with your own blood, this dog god will probably recognize your blood as the master forever, and will never kill the master, right?"

A vein popped up on Fu Shimosuke's forehead.He was so angry that he coughed up another mouthful of blood. The man stared at the little monk, but he burst out laughing angrily: "You yellow-mouthed kid—it's just luck! You were born as a 'son of God', what do you know about world affairs?" Difficulty? Do you know that my dog ​​god has been looking for you day and night since I was born? You are so lucky, kid. Why do you think I went to such lengths to invite a monster out?! I miss you dead. I want you to die day and night. You die! If it weren't for luck, how would you escape its sharp teeth?!"

The little monk was not angry when he heard this.He walked to the side of the man with the knife as a pillar, and slowly squatted down while supporting the knife.Blood was still oozing from his wound, a drop dripped on the man's face with a thud; his face was bruised and purple, his canthus was completely cracked, but he couldn't move.The little monk looked at the man's face and smiled slightly.

"I'm still curious. I don't know you. How did you hate me so much? It's because I didn't look at you straight in the face. I didn't recognize such a similar face." He said slowly, saying Halfway through, the conversation changed, "Mr. Fu, do you know why Abu asked me to save Mrs. Ling? You should know that Abu is cowardly by nature. After death, he becomes a spirit with the power of the dog god, and he can't be too far away from it. How come you endured so much pain and left Inugami to come to me?"

Fuxia Osuke stared at him firmly.

The little monk said lightly: "Mrs. Ling will turn into a ghost."

"how is this possible!"

"She felt that you killed Abu, but no one believed it. Who would believe it? Maybe she also felt how Abu was bitten to pieces by a dog... just like how Abu felt that she was going to turn into a ghost Same. Mr. Fu, you have spent a lot of effort to turn a dog into a demon, but you never thought that it would be faster to turn a human into a ghost. Are you saying it's ridiculous? Your family of three should die, all innocent people After becoming a ghost, you are the only one left riddled with all kinds of evil, and you are still a human being."

The room was silent.All that remained was Inugami's long howl, higher and higher, which sounded like he was crying.However, only one was crying, and Baizi Abu's blood and tears fell down like an endless stream, but even though the tears hit the ground, they did not leave any traces.

No one thought how much pain he would have.His biological father never thought about throwing the three or four-year-old child into the crazy and restless dog cage.The little monks and strange nobles who are now informed will not care.No one knew how much pain he had.How painful it is to have the canine teeth dug into the flesh, how painful it is to be ripped off piece by piece of flesh, how painful it is to have the bones crushed, how painful it is from crying hoarsely to dying without anyone coming.No one knows, no one asks.

The person who will ask is dying.She is thousands of miles away, she feels the same but can't ask, the pain is so painful that she almost falls into the ghost realm.