【Wine Ci】Ksitigarbha Statue

The little monster was standing helplessly among the crowd.

What did he do just now?he thought.There is a clear smell of blood on the lips and tongue.The little monster remembered, and he took a step back, dropping the razor to the floor.

"We can't keep you here anymore." The shop owner pulled him into the room and was wiping his hands repeatedly with a piece of cloth. "You have indeed done a lot of work over the years and helped our family a lot. Our husband and wife did not raise you for nothing." It's just that you said that although you look weird, you are still a normal kid."

The little monster lowered his head and said nothing.It wasn't the owner's words that frightened him, but the cognition left in his brain by the blood.He still wants to drink.Crazy want to drink blood.The deepest and most real desires that have been suppressed for many years have finally made a comeback today, and they almost drowned the little monsters.The little monster couldn't hear any words from the person opposite. He raised his eyes and couldn't help but glance at the other person's expression, but his eyes were glued to his constantly rolling Adam's apple.The little monster wanted to bite off his neck and drink his blood happily.This thought made him take a step back, bumping into the washbasin behind him, the washbasin fell down with a bang, and the loud sound slightly aroused the consciousness of the little monster, he suddenly pushed the owner, regardless of whether the other fell down I didn't care about his "Ouch" cry, and rushed out.

The fierce wind cut his face.

He thinks I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster, I'm not a ghost, I'm still human, I want to drink blood, I want to drink blood, warm and flowing, I'm not a ghost, warm, sweet, no, no, monster, blood, blood, blood, blood——

Monster is a good word.Someone said in his brain.praise you.

good words?he asks.

Only those who are strong and outrageous can be called monsters.

He fell, but he ignored it.He staggered forward, away from the market, away from the town, away from the crowd, away from the dizzy attraction of the living, away from the blood.He ran into the woods with bare feet, and the extended branches scraped off his forehead and scratched his face. Smelling the smell of blood, the little monster wiped the spilled blood clean, and couldn't help but swallow it in his mouth. inside.The smell of blood danced on tiptoes on his taste buds, he couldn't hear or feel anything, desire dominated him, he fell and almost fell into the stream.

But the cool water made him a little better, and he regained his consciousness a little bit.

The little monster looked towards the water.

The water is moving forward.When it is sunny, the blue sky and clouds, mixed with dead trees fall into the stream, and the whole landscape is swaying and swaying.A dirty face moved up, shaking, and the running water washed away part of the line, but it healed quickly.The forehead has been wiped off, and the little monster stretched out his hand tremblingly and pushed his bangs aside, revealing the ghost horns on his forehead.

They are growing like willow branches in spring.

He gulped.He accidentally bit his own mouth while running, and his saliva was filled with the taste of blood.He had to lick the wound over and over again, until nothing came out of the epidermis.He wants to drink blood.He stared at himself shaking on the water, and told himself again.This desire made him want to chew up and swallow himself.

I am not a monster.

He told himself painfully that I am not strong at all.I can not do it.I am not a monster.

He stood up unsteadily, and if he continued to look at the stream, he could find that his messy hair was gradually turning white; it seemed like snowflakes were covering the ends of his hair, or like a moulting bird gradually revealing itself The nature of race.He covered his head and bit his arm suddenly.His canines are also changing, growing and becoming sharper.They press hard against his skin, which can also lead to bad stuff.For example, they pierced the skin very quickly, and the blood flowed out, and he began to drink them, just like a thirsty traveler walking in the desert can finally drink a mouthful of clear springs.But at the same time he was crying.He hardly cried, but this time it was almost like water flowing eastward and condensing into ice, which was as natural and uncontrollable as it should be. He was destined to be a ghost from the moment he was conceived into an embryo, and this liquid will be like this Naturally flowed from his eye sockets.

He staggered a few steps, and he remembered the wine he drank one day.He only drank it once.The alcohol at that time embraced him tenderly, and he bumped on the warm clouds.But it was different now, it was like drinking alcohol in his blood, but now he was walking in the cold wind.He tripped over something, perhaps a pebble, perhaps his own leg, and fell, like a tree blown off by the wind, into the stream.

Shuten-douji fished him up.

God knows how many years have passed in a blink of an eye for them.It seemed that the little monster was still such a big child at first glance, but in the blink of an eye it was already a young boy.It's just that he still smelled half human and half ghost back then, and now he was still warm and wet, but he already smelled like a ghost.

"Hey."

Jiu Tun called him.

The little monster's consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he was biting his own hand; that arm was dripping with blood from his own bite.It took Jiu Tun some effort to snatch his arm from under his newborn ghost teeth.The little monster bit Shuten's wrist this time; he had failed before, and this time he succeeded.He bit Jiu Tun's skin, gulping blood.The ghostly blood seemed extremely sweet to him, and he drank it greedily, like a child who ate badly.The pair of ghost horns on the forehead grew faster.But suddenly the little monster stopped, maybe it was the ghost energy in Jiu Tun's blood that woke him up, or maybe he realized that what he was drinking was someone else's blood.He let go in a daze, without blinking his eyes, staring at Jiu Tun firmly.Jiu Tun noticed that the little monster's eyes were shining brightly, the black pupils scattered like drifting ink, and the pupils had already begun to glow golden.

The pupils that are gradually becoming light golden are staring blankly at Jiu Tun, their eyes are focused and serious. To Jiu Tun, it's like being neatly surrounded by stars all over the sky, the soft belly of a cheetah with golden pupils Clinging to him, licking his palm.

Jiu Tun twitched the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Why are you in a daze. You can drink as much as you want, how much blood can you drink from my uncle? What are you going to stop for, aren't you starving?"

The little monster stared at him blankly.He had just been taken out of the water by the alcohol, and was wet all over; his unkempt hair, which had completely faded to silver, was dripping down wet.They were still soft, like wet clouds.

Then suddenly, the little monster grabbed Jiu Tun's skirt tightly with both hands.He plunged his head into Jiu Tun's arms, sobbing softly.Shuten realized he was crying, and the tears rolled onto his bare chest, as warm as the little monster's body.Jiu Tun panicked for a moment.Ibaraki hadn't cried, of course he hadn't; neither had the child cried before.This was the first time he saw his tears, and before that he had always thought that Ibaraki could tolerate pain; but this time, the little monster was not crying because of pain.

"What are you doing." He said in a vicious voice, but in the middle of speaking, his tone softened involuntarily, "If you turn into a ghost, you will turn into a ghost. My uncle told you that it will be a matter of time."

The little monster rested its head on his chest.His growing ghost horns were a little itchy against the wine swallow.The little monster sniffed and said intermittently: "I didn't do it. I lost...I lost."

In such a sudden moment, Shuten-douji understood.

He stuffed his throat, trying to angrily scold him for losing. Could it be that you think this is a battle, who do you think you are fighting with?No one fights you - indeed no one fights little monsters.He is a ferocious wolf cub, with claws upright and fangs shining, who dares to fight him.Wolf cubs are going to roll into the mud and eat people ferociously.

But fate is the exception.

So they actually rarely see devils.But every year, there are always a few who emerge from the human womb and become ghosts.From the moment the little monster croaked to the ground, fate destined him to be a ghost.At that time, the little monster, who hadn't been conscious yet, swung its first punch at this powerful and irreversible enemy.

It's a long run.No loot, no point, long run that never ends.He bared his fangs and made an enemy of the pointing people, his own desire, and the doomed fate.This is of course a battle that has lasted for a long time. He is fighting every moment, saying "I don't want to be a ghost", and crying out "I want to be a human" tearing his heart-what's so good about being a human?Nothing good.What good is fighting?Nothing good.He is very stubborn, if he is not stubborn, he is not Ibaraki Doji.At the beginning when he chased after Jiu Tun and called him his best friend, Jiu Tun ignored him with raised eyebrows and sneered at him, what good is it good to stay by Jiu Tun's side?nothing.

But he was born to be a warlike Ibaraki Doji.

"Hi. Listen to my uncle." Jiu Tun pulled his chin, forcefully forcing him to lift his face.The little monster's teary eyes were hazy, and he hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears.Jiu Tun continued, "Who said you lost? The Heavenly King and I? Why are you crying? Do you want to lose face?"

The little monster took a deep breath, holding back his tears, and there was a weeping sound in his throat: "But I lost... I turned into a ghost."

Jiu Tun sneered: "You lose by turning into a ghost? Nonsense. Could it be that you don't know what a ghost means? What happened to a woman when she was pregnant? Yan Mo sentenced her to the crimes of her previous life, or she was doomed at all. The fetus is a ghost. Born to be a ghost. How can you be like you, half-human, half-ghost, wandering in the world for so long as a ghost."

The little monster sniffed and drooped the corners of its eyes.

"You were born to transform into a ghost." Jiu Tun repeated, "but you didn't. You've been a human for so long, no one dares to say you've lost. Every day you've been a human, you've won; One second, one second. Idiot, you have won so many times, and you want to keep winning? Don't be too greedy."

The little monster was stunned when he heard this statement for the first time, he forgot to inhale, and stared blankly at Jiu Tun.

Jiu Tun stretched out his hand and gently flicked his newborn ghost horns.

"You are already super powerful. Once you become a ghost, you will be a ghost. There are many things you can pursue after being a ghost. Aren't you very fierce, since you finally became a ghost, then be the most fierce one."

He said ignorantly: "I don't want to be the most vicious one. You are so powerful, you are the most vicious." He let go of his hand and stopped swallowing the wine, maybe it was the blood that was swallowed after drinking the wine , and now the desire for blood is no longer so strong.He just tried to touch the corners of his head, but withdrew his hand as if he was burned again.The ghost horns are still growing, they still look immature now, but sooner or later they will grow into the appearance of Ibaraki Doji's ghost horns.The little monster asked tentatively and at the same time courageously, "I'm a ghost now. I... can I still follow you?"

Jiu Tun wanted to agree.When those golden pupils pay attention to you intently and longingly, it's hard for you not to agree.He even wanted to rub the guy's head.

"Not yet," he said, repeating involuntarily, "just now. Look, you're going to walk this walk by yourself, and maybe you'll have to walk for a long time. Fighting, getting hurt—well, you're Little monster, you don't care about this. Maybe you really have to go for a long time. But one day you will meet my uncle."

The little monster's eyes lit up instantly.He jumped up with a smile on his face - even though there were still traces of tears on his face.This smile looks extremely stupid, after all, he is still in such a mess, messed up like a drowned rat.But he was still smiling, and the dirty smile was better than anything.

After swallowing the wine for a moment, he turned his face away. "Don't be too happy," he said, "you will definitely meet my uncle, who is waiting for you far away. But it is not necessarily a good thing, maybe it is better if you don't meet me at all Yes. I will ignore you and even speak ill of you. I won’t talk to you very much. You will spend a lot of meaningless time on my uncle. You will chase after me like a fool—”

The little monster interrupted him: "But I will find you." He reached out to grab Shuten's hand, "You are a very powerful monster. Everywhere is very powerful. So I will definitely find you."

Jiu Tun was dumbfounded, and he patted the little monster's head. "You are also very good, Ibaraki." He whispered to himself.For a moment he wanted to kiss him.I really want to go back to the present world to find that majestic big monster with white hair and red horns, and then kiss him, kiss him for a long time, close to eternity, kiss his lips, jaw, neck, protruding Adam's apple, ghost hands, black toes and Ankle, tattoo on calf.I also want to hug him very much, hug him without lust.Or have sex with him, gentle or intense, or not at all.Anything as long as I can kiss him.

Then Shuten and the little monster bid farewell.Say goodbye to every fragment of Ibaraki Doji's past.He watched the little fluffy white monster go on its way, feeling at peace knowing that he would meet Ibaraki again soon.

...After smashing the statue of Jizo that was struggling to support the timeline of retrogression.