"Hello." Xie Yuanyuan said solemnly and mechanically, "You have arrived in the underworld, and we are all the kings of Yama in the Tenth Palace. I am King Qin Guang, and he is... Oops!"
Du Zijun slapped him mercilessly and said coldly: "What time has it been? You still tell bad jokes."
The monk managed to pull out a hand from the sack, supported his body and sat up. His eyes changed from a dazed look to a slowly condensing clarity. Reflecting the light of the lamp, his eyes were as bright as burning.
"Yes, I remembered!" He was startled, as if he had been burned by fire, and he hurriedly took off the sacks on his body. Wen Zheliu discovered that he was no longer wearing a simple black robe, but a dark kimono. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many monsters with animal heads and human bodies. When he looked at him again, the sense of dissonance was not so strong.
The monk climbed up regardless, gritting his teeth, and an extremely strong light surged in his eyes. It seemed that from the moment he regained consciousness, a goal deeply engraved in his mind also awakened. And it burned his soul like a soldering iron, forcing him to achieve it non-stop.
"Time... time is coming soon, no, I have to... I have to..." He stumbled up and Xie Yuanyuan let out a surprised "Oh", but the man had already fallen out like a headless fly, and his feet were encumbered His sack got caught, and his forehead was hit hard on the corner of the table with a muffled sound, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and continued to stand up on his hands and knees, planning to run out.
Du Zijun had a strange look on his face. He pressed his palms to the ground. An invisible barrier appeared in front of the monk, causing him to make another "dong" sound. This time the impact was so severe that the man fell back dizzily and completely It’s time to stop cooking.
"Drag him over here." Du Zijun ordered. Xie Yuanyuan quickly dragged and hugged the man over. After hearing this, Liu Fu sprinkled some water on his face and waited for him to wake up.
"It seems like he doesn't know anything..." Wen Zheliu was puzzled, "This is too big a span. How did he come here? Is it the will of the Holy Son or the Holy Nun? ?"
Was it the dream that the Holy Son thought about day and night that brought him here
"Listen to what he said, time is running out, we have to hurry up," Xie Yuanyuan stared at the monk... the big bag on his head curiously, "He must know something, the mission designated this time is... to send him and the Holy Son away We met."
As he spoke, Xie Yuanyuan suddenly came back to his senses, and the lingering sound slowly died out between his teeth and tongue.
"...that's fine," he said in a daze, "this is the true story of poverty and poverty. Even in hell, they still have to look for each other's shadow. They must really love each other..."
Wen Zheliu looked at Xie Yuanyuan's back squatting on the ground, opened his lips, and closed them again. Du Zijun's eyes were indifferent and he suddenly said: "Don't think about it."
He Qin poured a glass of water slowly to avoid affecting the wound on his shoulder, and said softly: "Let him think about it. One of Amaterasu's tears was shed for him."
Xie Yuanyuan stopped talking, as if he had finally woken up from an illusory dream. So many days, this was the longest time he spent with the Holy Son. The Holy Son had never left Awakihara, even though noble gods, Buddhas and world-class demons and ghosts came to visit him in an endless stream, giving her as a gift just to meet him. Gifts were enough to buy a country, but they talked to her in ancient and profound divine languages, uttering lotus flowers or thunder that could destroy a country, but they never told her about earthly fireworks. The scope of her activities has always been imprisoned in that exquisite Zhu Pagoda. The only way to interact with the outside world is that dream - the tall silver moon rises from the horizon of the underworld, covering the dead with gentle and thick brilliance. The country, and the man with a vague face held her with his fiery palms. The two of them ran wildly without any scruples, letting the wind throw everything far behind.
She was not completely alone when she came here. He Qin would talk to her about the scenery at high places, Wen Zheliu would listen carefully to her life in Awakihara, and sometimes even Du Zijun would frown and help her repair something that was damaged. It's a gadget, but they all have things to do after all, and the one who has been with the Son the longest is Xie Yuanyuan. The girl looked at him with bright eyes, and he stammered and clumsily told her the stories of their past adventures, using poor vocabulary and a red face to talk about the terrible betrayals and cruelty. Parting, heartbreaking search and hopeless persistence. He is not qualified as a storyteller. He can only use a few adjectives over and over again. The plot line does not start but ends. As time has passed, logical contradictions will appear before and after the story. If he really tells people in a teahouse, The customers who had been called out earlier were shouted down with boos and melon seed shells. However, Shengzi didn't mind these small flaws. She really absorbed things from Xie Yuanyuan's narrative that she had never felt before, those bizarre worlds and those sad or hateful people.
"Feng is so good, so good!" Whenever Xie Yuanyuan finished saying something, the tip of her nose was sweating, and she nervously picked up the teacup and poured tea, she straightened up and clapped, her eyes were eager and sincere, like an innocent little seal. , it seems that what Xie Yuanyuan finished telling was not a bad story, but some fascinating masterpiece. Xie Yuanyuan could only lower his head and smile, not knowing what else to say... What else to say? This is the first girl in your life who can see you and communicate with you normally. She sheds tears at the first sight of you and asks you how you can endure such deep loneliness...
How many girls can you meet in this life who are willing to cry for you
For so many days, he has been telling himself repeatedly that she is the Holy Son, she is God, she is the oiran of the Nightless City, Amaterasu of the Underworld, she is the other half of the Holy Nun... She is AI, She is a being in completely different worlds from you.
… But so what? She can see you, she is crying for you!
Today, now, another new, weak voice finally appeared in his heart - but she has someone she likes... They have made an appointment to hold each other's hands when the moon rises. This is a leap. Reincarnation is also a promise that spans life and death. How can you use your mortal body to block it
Then he was suddenly stunned.
- Is this...
-Yes, two hearts that are close to each other cannot tolerate anything else. Even if that thing is your favorite, your heart is moved for the first time in your life.
-Then... Okay then...
Xie Yuanyuan lowered his head, picked at the back of his hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Then... okay..."
Wen Zheliu raised his eyes and looked at He Qin. He Qin shook his head. Du Zijun was just silent. He put his hand on Xie Yuanyuan's shoulder and touched his head.
"If you like someone, no matter who you like, it's not your fault," Wen Zheliu said softly, "This is just... It's just a required course in life. Once you graduate, you can move on. One step forward.”
In the silence, the monk finally opened his eyes silently. He touched the ruby-like floor in confusion, and said in a dry voice: "I...have I arrived at Awakihara?"
Du Zijun turned to look at him: "Do you still know Awa Qihara?"
The monk looked around, then subconsciously touched the bag on his head, "hissed", and then he realized that there were four more people in the room.
"You... who are you?" He stepped back and looked at them warily.
Wen Zheliu knew that after the world line changed, NPCs might not remember every player, so he took out the cross he had given to him from his backpack and handed it over from a distance.
"Look," he said, "remember this? You gave it to me. We're not bad people."
The monk took the cross doubtfully, and He Qin continued: "There is also a poem written by Ceresa for you in it, but the poem was torn into pieces. You won't even forget this, right?"
The monk stared at the cross, and was slightly shocked after hearing Ceresa's name. It was like waking up from a dream. He looked at the four people in front of him and murmured: "Yes, yes... This is my thing, I will take it." For you... I'm sorry, this is no longer the human world. I turned my back on my Heavenly Father and came to a foreign land of death, so I can't be considered a living person, so I really can't remember what happened during my lifetime... "
"Wait, wait a minute!" Wen Zheliu became more and more uncomfortable as he listened. He frowned and said, "What did you say just now? You... you deviated from your own religion?"
The monk nodded, not understanding why he was so shocked: "Yes, I am no longer a cultivator and a devout believer. I am ashamed of the enlightenment of my soul and the test of my body given by Heavenly Father, but I have never broken my promise... From birth to death, I have never violated it.”
Promise...what promise
The four people looked at him. In the dim and flickering candlelight, they seemed to have returned to the illusion of the sixth world again. The man's eyes were as blue as the sea, and the cross shone on his lapel. He said to the girl in front of him: "From now on From now on, you are my sister, and I am your brother. If you want to love you, guide you, teach you, and respect you like a compatriot’s husband, then that is what you deserve, and it is for your suffering. Not for anything else.”
Wen Zheliu suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Guide, teacher... He actually used such a promise to try to bear the sin and punishment of Ceresa as huge as the world-destroying flood!
Because she is a guide and a teacher, all the vengeances, all the madness, and all the unforgivable sins of the Holy Sister from now on will have his shadow. She is not doing things alone, she has accomplices, then It is the beginning of her love and madness, the source of everything and the beginning of everything.
—She loved him, and he died.
No wonder he went down to hell... No, that's not right either? Judging from the timeline, there is only one world that may be connected to the background of Huangquan Kingdom, and that is Longji's third world. But the monk said that he came here after death, and the connection to this should be the sixth world after the monastery... What is going on
Wen Zheliu whispered: "So... it was your promise that guided you here."
The monk nodded: "Yes."
"So why did you come here?" Du Zijun asked, "She is already the concubine of the city that never sleeps. The moon is in the sky. What will happen after you two meet? What do you want to say to her?"
With a gentle and sad smile on the monk's face, he replied softly: "My time is very limited, I'm afraid I won't have time to say anything."
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"Then what do you want to do?" Xie Yuanyuan finally raised his head and looked fiercely into the monk's eyes. His eyes were so bright, burning with anger like a little lion. "She jumped off Awa Qiyuan just to I came to meet you, but you actually told me that you didn't have time to say anything? She is in the boiler room down there now. I brought her up and asked you to say good enough. Just treat it as my time to give you. !”
He didn't know if the man heard his angry questioning, but the monk had already continued: "Because I want to take her away from here... I want to send her back to the world."
"What?" Du Zijun held down Xie Yuanyuan's body and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you kidding me? You want to send her back to the top. How do you want to send her?"
The monk smiled: "This kind of opportunity does not come every year. Thirty years in Huangquan Kingdom is counted as one reincarnation. Every thirty years, Tsukuyomi Ming will drive the moon chariot and fly up from the Huangquan River across the entire Death River. country. This will be the only moonrise in thirty years. At this time, the tide will be affected by the gravitational pull of the moon god, and the water of Huangquan River, as wide as the sea, will recede, revealing the complete Hirazaka Avenue, and ghosts will follow Huangquan Hira If you keep walking forward... you can return to the human world."
Wen Zheliu suddenly said: "No wonder you said you would make an agreement when the moon is at its peak..."
There was a slight movement in his heart. To be able to grasp the timing so accurately, this man must have been planning for this for many years.
Du Zijun asked: "So, do you want to see her? The Holy Son is hiding in the boiler room on the bottom floor of Yang House. He will be back early tomorrow morning..."
"No, you can't!" The monk shook his head quickly: "I... can't get close to her."
"Why?" Wen Zheliu asked, "You two haven't seen each other for a long time. How about sitting down and talking."
The monk smiled: "I went to Awakihara tonight because I heard that she was missing. I was very anxious and felt that I must know if she is safe. Now that I know, there is nothing to worry about... "
He spread his palms and looked at the lines in his palms. His expression contained a hint of relief and bitterness. He said: "As long as I hold her hand or be seen by her, I will feel like being exposed to the sun." If the snow melts like that, I will slowly disappear. There is no way to alleviate it, just like the laws and rules of this world... But because I am a ghost who came here from another country, the darkness covering Yomi Hirazan can blind anyone in the country. The eyes of a ghost are useless only to me. Only I can find the way back to the human world."
"She shouldn't be here," the monk said. "They call her Amaterasu and say she is the god in charge of the sun. But the sun should shine where there are four seasons and fireworks, instead of being imprisoned here. No There is no freedom and no happiness.”
He Qin calmly moved his arms: "In other words, when the moon reaches the sky and takes her to escape from the underworld, you will die. Have you really thought about it clearly?"
The monk was stunned: "What?"
"The ghost who died in the underworld will never have any chance of resurrection." He Qin looked at him with sharp golden eyes, "In other words, even if you love each other, you can't stay together forever and end up reunited. The finale. You are like flames and moths. The moment you embrace each other, it is equivalent to death. Only one can continue to live under the burial of the other... Even so, does it not matter? "
"The soul is like a string of rope and jade, if you want to break it, just break it." The monk lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, his eyes were like those of Buddha, and what he said was actually a skillful Noh drama.
He Qin was slightly startled.
The full text of this waka is "The soul is like a string of rope and jade. If you want to break it, you have to break it. If this body lives in vain, it is difficult to hide the deep emotions and chaos." It is the libretto of Prince Shiuchiuchi in the Noh drama "Sadaiya". The background of Tadaie's story took place in the Heian period. A forbidden love arose between Fujiwara Tadaie and Prince Shikinouchi. One was a high-ranking princess, and the other was a nobleman with an official position up to the Kyogoku Palace. Prince Shikinouchi Zhaiyuan has already dedicated his life to serving the gods, so the love between these two people is not tolerated by the world. Once exposed, the two will not only be ruined, but also be killed. The fire of love is burning. Faced with this shocking period of obscene and evil obsession, which will drag oneself to hell, the prince in the style sings softly, she said that my life is like a pearl on a rope, I want to cut it off. Just cut it off as soon as possible. If I want to live an ignoble existence, it will be difficult to hide the confused emotions in my heart from the world.
Later, she did die. After her death, Fujiwara Sadaie also left with him and turned into vines entwining the tomb of Prince Shikiuchi. The unrestrained love and greed of life and death were all reflected in the cold and silent drizzle. Intense and rolling, just like this hook, the long and gentle singing melody hides a love that is more fierce and decisive than poison and fire.
"Really?" He Qin gently touched Wen Zheliu's sleeve and nodded, "In that case, as long as you are ready, then accept your commission."
"Okay... It's just that now our story script has expanded from Tonight and the Moon Will Never Set to the Forest of Fireflies..." Wen Zheliu uttered with difficulty, "So this means we have to speed up. The city lord must find a way to get rid of him. It depends on whether Hua Ying and the others can find Bai Jingxing. We will seize the time to hold a meeting tomorrow."
Du Zijun asked: "When will the monthly reading arrive?"
"Three weeks from now," the monk said, "if we look at the itinerary, it happens to be..."
"On the day of the Oiran election." Xie Yuanyuan said solemnly.
Wen Zheliu and He Qin looked at each other, what a coincidence.
"There is no place for a man in Yang's house," Wen Zheliu sighed, "Since you can't see the Holy Son, and you can't let her see you, then we have to find a way to hide you... That's it, tomorrow morning , we will hand you over to a person, her name is Xiaoshan Guang... "
At this point, he suddenly couldn't talk anymore. This feeling was really cruel. They must hide the monk's affairs from the Holy Son. When the lights symbolizing daytime are lit and the Holy Son returns to them, she will never know that she has made an agreement with herself for thirty years...or even longer, in countless years. The lover who is waiting for each other in reincarnation will pass by him, and the same person's hand will send them to two places in different directions.
He Qin held his hand and said to the monk: "Xiao Shanguang is just the loose tea here. She can let you go to a safe place. On the day of the Oiran election, you will be able to meet the Holy Son. By then, everything will be under our control Clear the way.”
The monk bowed deeply: "Thank you, thank you... I don't know how to thank you anymore..."
He raised his head again, his eyes were deep and as wide as the sea: "One more thing, if you find it inconvenient, just call me by my name."
Wen Zheliu was stunned: "You? Where did you get your name?"
"How can I walk here without a name?" The monk smiled, "My name is Abel. I'm glad to meet you."