【Light Cut】Playing hard to get

Compared with monsters, the lifespan of human beings is as short as the time that dewdrops stay on the tip of grass.After Minamoto Raikou, Minamoto Boya, Ootengu gently put the bamboo flute he was given as a child into the pillow case of the funeral, hiding it from everyone except Seimei.

After Yuan Boya, Kagura, Eight Hundred Bhikkuni and Seimei held her left and right hands respectively when she was dying. Her death was as peaceful as her elder brothers.

"It's so lonely... The four of us used to be inseparable. When will you leave me, Master Qingming?" Eight hundred bhikkhunis smiled goodbye to Qingming, and chose to travel around alone, while the half-demon great onmyoji continued to shoulder the "guardian" With his identity, he stayed behind in Heianjing, which he cared about.

After that, the situation changed, and a hundred years passed quickly. After the death of his old friend, Seimei worked every day, dealing with trivial matters, and had almost no free time. However, he was praised for this and became No. 1 in Kyoto. Every Patriarch, Kamo, and even Genji, must seek the advice of "Mr. Abe" when he is indecisive, and take pride in the fact that his clansmen are treated with Seimei's favor.

Seimei, who is almost enshrined in the altar in old age, will inevitably feel empty, tired, and uncontrollable loneliness hidden in every corner of the world.Fortunately, he is also a friendly bridge connecting the human world to ghosts and ghosts. There are always monsters big and small who have been favored by him visit from time to time with gifts, and recall with him the past that is too far away for human beings, which makes him depressed. Excited, he stroked his beard and smiled like an old child, as if he had returned to the carefree and absurd days of his youth.

On this day, a big monster from Dajiangshan quietly walked into Qingming's moonlit courtyard with a wine gourd. "The fragrance that seems to be shaking down from the moonlight, is it sweet-scented osmanthus wine, Onikiri?" The old onmyoji was supported by the master of Mengshan who had turned into a human, and slowly sat down on the futon under the corridor.He coughed twice, politely declined the cold-proof haori handed by Master Hakuzang, and waved to the indifferent big monster with a smile, "Onikiri, we haven't seen each other for more than 100 years, don't rush away, come with me Let's talk."

Even the monster that the Great Onmyoji tried to keep back, answered inconsequentially and asked: "This is wine made by Ibaraki. Please ask me to bring it for you to try before asking Jiuten to taste it." Qingming couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "How can I I feel... Ibaraki wants to test me for poison? Is it too late for me to refuse?" Onikiri replied in a low voice: "No."

Seimei shook his head with a smile, motioning for Hakuzan behind him to come forward to pick up the wine, but Onikiri lifted the wine gourd into the air, making the short Hakuzan fly away.He opened his mouth and said, "I'm going to warm the wine. What do you want to eat, grilled fish with salt?"

Qingming paused, and his smile gradually deepened, "The firewood room and cooking utensils are in the old places, let's have some meatballs, sorry, Onikiri."

The big silver-haired and red-horned demon let out an "um", turned around and blended into the dark color at the end of the corridor.Bai Zangzhu puffed up his cheeks to watch him leave, and waited for his back to disappear completely before complaining: "Onikiri is so gloomy, it's more difficult to get along with than before! Why did he come here to bring wine for Ibaraki? It's not made by him. Liquor, and the relationship between him and Ibaraki has not been restored to a good level?"

This time it was Seimei's turn to answer the irrelevant question: "Onikiri is good at using knives. I used to follow Minamoto Yorimitsu to fight and retreat, so I couldn't avoid cooking for the lord. That is the sword skill that Minamoto Yorimitsu recognized. Let me enjoy it before I die. .”

Due to Qingming's deteriorating physical condition recently, Bai Zangzhu couldn't hear the word "death" the most, so he immediately turned into a little white fox, jumped into Qingming's arms and raised his head, shouting: "Please don't say that again , Seimei-sama! You will be fine, Xiaobai has been to several shrines to make a wish! You will be fine."

Qingming let the little white fox use its front paws to pull at the front of his clothes, let his first shikigami stare and mutter anxiously: "Lord Qingming will never leave Xiaobai, never..."" Xiaobai," the great onmyoji said suddenly, "do you still remember what Onikiri did after Minamoto Raimiko passed away?"

Xiaobai was taken aback, and his antler flicked anxiously, "Huh?" He rolled his pitch-black eyes, blinked, nodded quickly, and began to complain again and again: "Of course I remember! It seemed crazy at the time! He actually went to dig a grave, dig a grave! He kept saying 'Men Raimitsu must not be dead, it must be a puppet', it was too scary, I couldn't persuade him no matter how hard I tried! You have to shoot him with an arrow, but he doesn't hide at all! It's terrible, he lost a lot of blood, if Lord Qingming hadn't summoned the flower and bird scroll..."

"That's just light." Recalling the past, even Seimei sighed, "It's okay to make a fuss in front of Laiguang's grave, but the trouble is, he always sneaks into Yuan's house secretly, looking around, beating, smashing, looting and burning. , claiming to find the 'real Minamoto Raimitsu'... Onikiri's beliefs are too difficult to change. In his heart, as long as he firmly believes that 'the buried corpse is a puppet', he doesn't have to face the fact that Raimitsu has passed away. Fact. Hehe, Genji, who has been harassed, really wants to break his head for their family's former "treasure."

Seimei raised his hand to stroke the fur of the White Fox Shikigami, his eyes seemed to be looking at the near, but also at the distance, "Even I can only think of the last way to seal Onikiri and put him to sleep, how could Boya... as expected It’s a good guy from the Minamoto family who actually did it with his own hands... He later told me that human life is more tragic than cherry blossoms, and that people like Minamoto Yorimitsu are bones after death. Boya also said that Raimitsu’s remains seem to be more sad than cherry blossoms. Ordinary bones weathered faster, and all he could collect was left finger bones and a few sternum fragments."

"To my surprise, Boya buried his elder brother's finger bones and sternum fragments in the soil, put them in flower pots, put gentian seeds, and gave them to Onikiri. This move is really bold, who Do you know whether Boya is inspired by Larimitsu?" Seimei bent the corners of his eyes when Xiaobai stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his palm, "Now, Onikiri finally wakes up. But Boya's brilliance lies in The reason is that it not only made Onikiri 'give up', but also gave him new hope... How to make the gentian flower seed bloom from germination is not a small challenge for Onikiri. If he is willing, The gentian flower can be regarded as the continuation of Minamoto's life, or another form of rebirth, but I personally think that the essence of 'Onikiri' is to kill and destroy. When he faces a tender, fragile flower , How does Xiaohua, who has no self-protection ability, transform from a 'killing blade' to a 'guarding blade'—"

"Qingming!" Suddenly, a gust of monster-like gale ran through the corridor, accompanied by Onikiri's furious roar from far and near, "Qingming, you actually lied to me! How dare you—"

The old and frail onmyoji was almost turned over. He looked at the passerby in astonishment amidst the fluttering silver hair, and saw Onikiri Shura standing in front of him, with the long knife in his right hand out of its sheath, and a short letter in his left hand. On the letterhead, the redness in the eyes is like a violently turbulent lake of blood, as if it will rush out in the next second, "Why didn't you tell me? You found Minamoto Raimiko, why didn't you tell me!"

He tore open the letter roughly, and flung it at Qingming's face like a witness in court. The latter frowned slightly, but did not reach out to pick it up, and let the letter fall at his feet. "... Onikiri, I didn't lie to you. Eight hundred bhikkhuni met Minamoto's reincarnation by chance, named the orphan who had no father or mother, and gave him a comb and a bag of rice, but that's all. The child is a newborn flower, without spiritual power, no sword skills, ordinary, living in the streets and alleys, no different from other street children. He is no longer the Minato Laimiko in your memory, even if you stand In front of him, he will also bypass you and run to other places. Ghost cut, let me beg you, don't bother him."

But Onikiri obviously didn't listen, the sound of his teeth grinding was ear-piercing, his undulating chest highlighted the contours of his ribs, "Don't bother?" He raised his voice, "You and Eight Hundred Bhikkuni colluded with each other, concealed me, deceived Me, still want to order me now?" He stepped on the letter paper on the ground, crushed it hard, and vented manically, "If I hadn't walked into your house to get your coat for you, if I hadn't found this letter , you will always keep it from me, right? You said that the child is not Minamoto Raimitsu, but you clearly asked eight hundred bhikkhunis to name him 'Raimitsu' in the letter! You did it on purpose, you are quibbling, and you are also a Asshole!"

Guiqie looked down at Qingming with tearing eyes, the sharp thorns all over his body were erected.Qingming, who was scolded angrily, wrinkled his eyebrows into ravines. He looked up at the condescending big monster, and patiently explained: "I am in my dying years, and I cannot help feeling nostalgic for my old friend and the past. Forgive my selfishness, Onikiri, but I swear nothing but that Name, I didn't give the child anything, 'Laiguang' didn't even have a surname, because his parents abandoned him in a dilapidated temple prematurely. Although I feel sorry for his bleak birth, the child's fate is still up to him Go on your own, Babai Bikuni and I will never intervene in the slightest."

Heck, not only did he not move, but he also retracted his feet expressionlessly, and was about to leave. Qingming got up quickly and tried to stop him, but he was old and frail after all, standing up too quickly made him dizzy for a while, and his legs and feet became weak and he fell down. Going back, Xiao Bai was dragged into the tail by screaming and turning back to his original shape.

"Liar, traitor! I'm going to Minamoto Raimitsu, don't try to stop me!" Onikiri threw down his angry words, stepped on the moonlight with his toes, and disappeared in an instant, disappearing with the lingering fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in late autumn wind of.