My personal opinion on Gensokyo

However, the scene before him once again made the old monk stunned in shock.

"This, this is?!"

On the scroll spread out on the light green grass, originally filled with mantras, at some unknown time, all the mantras written on the scroll disappeared, leaving it completely blank...

The young monk next to the old monk was also surprised when he saw the same scene.

"The scriptures have disappeared..."

...It's not that the scripture has lost its effectiveness, but that the moment the evil-removing scripture came into contact with the witch's hand, she erased the very scripture itself...

After learning this, the old monk raised his head and shouted in a very serious tone to the beautiful witch who was about to leave with the children.

"Miko-sama!"

The witch stopped.

"Although I don't know what you still have a fascination with in the world."

The old monk, leaning on a Zen stick, took a few steps forward, his tone full of serious advice.

"But this world is no longer where you should be. Go quickly to where you should be!"

Without turning around or refuting, after hearing the old monk's serious advice, Kikyo just held the hands of the uneasy children and left from the river bank.

The old monk looked at the witch and the children seriously as they left, and his expression became even more serious and solemn.

This witch wasn't some fox or other demonic illusion, but a much more ominous being...

At the same time, more than ten miles away from here, there was a lord's house near another village.

He raised his hand and casually touched the pillar outside the house with his index finger, carefully examining the trace of demonic energy remaining on his index finger. The young Yin-Yang master, wearing a wide, high-crowned hunting robe and with messy black hair, nodded slightly as if he had something in mind.

...This is the trace of the dead soul worm, so it must be correct...

After flicking his index finger to dissipate the evil spirit on it, the young Onmyoji with jet-black hair turned sideways and nonchalantly comforted the fat and uneasy lord beside him.

"... Don't worry, this won't happen again. Please bury the remains of the young lady who died of illness as soon as possible."

"This, this...but, Master Mage..."

The portly lord was obviously uneasy when he heard the nonchalant words of the onmyoji with black hair.

"I have indeed witnessed with my own eyes the evil monster sneaking into the inner room where my daughter's body is several times..."

"...Actually, it's not the evil monster you imagine... Uh, never mind."

Shang Yang, who originally wanted to explain for Kikyo, gave up the idea of ​​explaining to the fat lord. He just took out a palm-sized peach wood amulet with a mysterious curse engraved on the surface from his wide long sleeves and gave it to the uneasy fat lord.

"Wear it yourself, or hang it in the main hall of the mansion, and no more monsters will invade this mansion."

"...Ah? Thank you so much, Master Mage! Thank you! Thank you!"

The fat lord caught the amulet engraved with the mysterious curse with his flustered hands, and immediately thanked the young onmyoji who didn't care much about him profusely.

He had previously witnessed with his own eyes how powerful the magic power of this Onmyoji who was said to have come from Kyoto was, so naturally he was extremely convinced by what this Onmyoji said.

After leaving the house of the fat lord who was grateful profusely, the young Yin-Yang master with black hair glanced into the distance, then raised his head to look at the afternoon sun and shook his head slightly.

Although Kikyo probably wanted to stay in the remote village not too far from here, the wandering dead soul bugs would still arouse great vigilance among ordinary people in this area. Once a lord or a wealthy merchant invites some monks or wizards with magical powers for the safety of their family, Kikyo's existence would no longer be concealed.

Even if I play the role of a wizard today and cover up the appearance of the dead soul insects in this village, I shouldn't be able to hide it for much longer.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers casually. The clothes of the young man with dark hair, who was originally wearing the Warring States Period Onmyoji's clothes, also changed into his usual complicated gray and white clothes. The dark hair also gradually faded, revealing the original gray and white hair.

...Okay, let's go see her.

Volume 6: Yearning Across Time and Space: Chapter 370. Moon-Ripple ⑦ (II) (III) U Ling Si Ni San Si Mi

In the deep night, the bright moon hangs high in the night sky, and the pale moonlight sprinkles down, immersing everything immersed in the deep night with a touch of moonlight's white brilliance.

In this remote village, the lights in many houses have long been extinguished, and the poor farmers living in this village have long fallen into a deep sleep due to fatigue from daytime work.

However, in the quiet and deep night, a fragile figure, seemingly fragile and vulnerable, quietly left the village.

The shrine maiden, wearing a simple red and white outfit and with her long black hair lightly tied up with snow-white sandalwood paper, passed silently by the numerous houses in the village, left the village, and slowly walked towards the river bank outside the village.

Perhaps the seemingly fragile witch was too lost in her own confused thoughts that she didn't notice that, not far behind her, in the night, a little girl in tattered clothes and bare feet had been following her...

Hiding behind the trees in the deep night, the little girl was a little nervous. She stared at the weak witch walking in the night not far ahead, her little heart beating nervously.

...It's so late, why is Lady Kikyo leaving the village... Could it be that Lady Kikyo doesn't want to stay in our village anymore... No! Lady Kikyo wouldn't lie to me. Since she's agreed to stay here, she'll definitely stay here forever!

So, you're feeling a bit unhappy after all because of that annoying old monk's strange remarks during the day... Kikyo-sama...

In the deep night, the pale moonlight shines on the small river, and the slowly flowing water ripples. The bright moon reflected on the surface of the river also sways gently on the gurgling water...

Stopping by the river bank, the cold-faced witch gently raised her fair jade hands and casually untied the snow-white sandalwood paper that bound her long, jet-black hair.

Without the restraint of the snow-white sandalwood paper, the long black hair fell loose and naturally fell on the shoulders of the witch.

The night sky was still silent, and the bright moon still hung quietly in the night sky. However, in the east of the night sky, at some unknown time, several balls of light emitting pale white light appeared...

The girl, hiding behind the trees shrouded in the deep night, naturally saw several pale white lights floating towards here from the dark night sky in the east. When she really saw the things in those pale white lights, the girl couldn't help but feel a little frightened and subconsciously covered her mouth tightly with her small hands, forcing herself not to scream in fear.

Those pale white lights were clearly the result of a group of terrifying monsters with terrifying blood-red eyes, pale white bodies, and bodies similar to those of pythons!

Each of the terrifying monsters with blood-red eyes held a ball of light white air with its extended limbs. When the terrifying monsters flew from the dark night sky in the distance to the sky above the river, they slowly circled and descended from mid-air, gently throwing the air balls they were holding - the "dead souls" left after the death of humans - to the weak and cold-faced witch.

She gently raised her fair jade hand again to catch the dead soul thrown by the "Dead Soul Bug". The cold witch looked indifferently at the pale white dead soul resting in the palm of her hand.

Countless "dead soul insects" hovering in the dark night continued to drop dead souls one after another. The light white dead soul gas balls fell on the delicate body of the shrine maiden one after another, silently sinking into her body, filling the false clay body hidden by the shrine maiden's simple red and white shrine maiden costume.

Gazing at this terrifying scene, the girl hiding behind the trees at night, Xiaoye, who had always liked to follow her beloved Lady Kikyo since she came to this village, was filled with fear. The innocent heart of this young human girl had already overflowed...

Kikyo-sama... is, is controlling a terrifying monster...

"...Can't you achieve Buddhahood peacefully? Miko-sama..."

At some point, the old monk who had appeared by the riverbank during the day had stopped behind the cold-faced witch, calmly watching the scene before him, and spoke slowly with regret.

The young monk, a disciple beside the old monk, had already made a Buddhist seal with his hands to repel evil spirits, and his face was full of vigilance.

Seeing this scene, the old monk who had traveled in this land for decades and defeated countless monsters and evil creatures finally saw the true nature of the beautiful witch in front of him who was surrounded by an inhuman cold aura all the time.

The old monk sighed as if with some pity, and still spoke slowly.

"...Miko-sama, you are a deceased person who died early..."

"...Could you please be so kind as to offer me a hand?"

Even though the old monk behind her pointed out her current nature, the beautiful witch's voice remained faint.

"...I just want to live a peaceful life in this village..."

"Since you want a peaceful life..."

Even after hearing such a simple request from the witch, the old monk remained unmoved and asked seriously.

"Then why collect dead souls?"

She seemed a little embarrassed, and there was a hint of loneliness in Kikyo's calm tone...

"that is because……"

"It seems that your body needs to be filled with the souls of the dead before it can move on its own."

While seriously instructing the witch on the required movements, the old monk slowly raised the pottery jar in his hand that was carved with an ancient dragon pattern.

The cold witch, who easily sensed the curse of the clay pot, slowly turned sideways and spoke in a calm tone.

"…What are you going to do?"

"Send you to the Pure Land in the Other World where you are supposed to be!"

The other aging palm formed a curse seal, and the clay pot carved with ancient dragon patterns gradually emitted a dazzling light of pale yellow!

The old monk had a solemn expression on his face, and his tone was full of seriousness and determination!

“This is also for your own good!!!”

The pale yellow light on the clay pot engraved with ancient dragon patterns suddenly rose up, as if it had a living spirit. It instantly rose out of the clay pot and entangled the weak body of the witch who did not offer any resistance!

The dazzling pale yellow light gradually dissipated, and what was entangled with Platycodon's fragile body was a ferocious dragon with a dark green body and a long roar!

At the same time, neither Kikyo, who was bound by the dragon-styled god materialized by the mantra, nor the old monk and his disciples who were determined to save Kikyo, nor the young girl Xiaoye who was hiding behind the trees in the night and watching the scene in horror, noticed that at this moment, like a breeze blowing through the treetops, the figure of an illusory young man with gray and messy hair appeared silently behind the trees that were also shrouded in the deep night.

“…It seems a little late.”

The ancient monster who had lived in this country for thousands of years seemed not to care. He raised his left hand and pressed down his right hand which subconsciously wanted to completely wipe out the old monk who was casting a mantra spell to trap Kikyo not far in front of him. He casually dispersed the terrible yin and yang power that instantly condensed in his right hand. The master of Yunzhongting sighed softly.

"...Although we had considered hiding the traces of the 'Dead Soul Bug' in this area, so that Kikyo could live quietly in this village for a while longer..."

"...But this seems meaningless."

"You cannot escape from the bondage of my Soul Binding Technique!"

Not far away, an elderly monk, who had no idea that the most terrifying ancient monster in this land had arrived, saw that the weak witch, who was a deceased person, seemed to have been completely trapped by the evil-destroying dragon materialized by the mantra spell. He did not hesitate to activate the dragon-patterned pottery jar in his hand again, with a serious face, and spoke every word clearly.

"Just rest assured and become a Buddha! Let me redeem your soul!"

“…Redemption.”

Hearing the old monk's serious words, even Shang Yang, who knew that the old monk would say so, still shook his head helplessly.

"...Master, you shouldn't say that."

Just as Shang Yang had already witnessed, when the elderly monk solemnly uttered the word "salvation," the cold, expressionless miko, bound by the dragon-shaped god manifested by the mantra, and still offering no resistance, slowly nodded, her cold face gradually obscured by her jet-black bangs...

However, even the old monk, who seemed to be in complete control of the situation, could sense that a bone-chilling cold was gradually gathering around the miko, who was bound by the dragon shikigami manifested by the mantra spell qi⒉s:an衬罒p葱ニ三死...

"Redemption..."

The tone of the weak witch was cold and indifferent.

Deep within this indifferent coldness, hidden is unimaginable coldness and iciness...

"Just because you...want to save me..."

It was the unimaginable, terrifying hatred that sustained her, even after fifty years had passed, and brought her back to the world with such determination...

That was fifty years ago, and even now, fifty years later, not a trace of sadness has faded...

Deep-seated, horrific resentment and an inextricable sorrow—this is the obsession that supports this false body, belonging to the shrine maiden Kikyo, which she will never forget...

Such profound emotions have long surpassed the limits of this old monk's ability to exorcise...

As if imbued with Kikyo's deep-seated resentment, the icy spiritual energy deep within this false body gradually seeped into the roaring Azure Dragon's body...

Then, it suddenly exploded!

Bang! ! !

Following the mournful roar of the divine dragon materialized by the mantra, its dark blue body suddenly exploded and shattered, shattering and bursting apart, sending countless fragments scattering across the light green grass at varying distances...

The dark green dragon's body suddenly exploded, and one of its sharp claws attacked the old monk in the astonished eyes! The sharp claw pierced the old monk's throat without mercy!

puff! ! !

Volume 6: Longing Across Time and Space: Chapter 371: Loneliness

"……Well!!!"

As expected, the old monk, whose throat was pierced by the sharp dragon claws, suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, screamed miserably, and his body swayed as he fell on the light green grass.

The pottery jar engraved with dragon patterns, which was held in the old monk's hand, also fell from the fallen old monk's hand. After rolling forward for a few steps, it broke into pieces of broken pottery with a click.

As the dragon-patterned pottery jar shattered, the "remains" of the dragon-style god that was blown to pieces by the shrine maiden's terrifying spiritual power also gradually disappeared as the dragon-patterned pottery jar shattered, as if it had never existed.

The mantra incantation contained in the dragon-carved earthenware jar was completely destroyed by the terrifying spiritual power of the frail witch, and the old monk was pierced through the throat by the remaining sharp dragon claws. The powerful spiritual power he had cultivated for decades was also damaged by the backlash of the destroyed mantra incantation, and the old monk had lost his vitality.

“…Ugh!!!”

The young monk, stunned by what he saw, let out a horrified scream, his lips trembling. In extreme fear and desperation, he turned around and fled into the depths of the forest shrouded in the darkness...

Silently watching the old monk lying on the grass, lifeless and beyond saving, the frail witch still stood quietly by the riverbank, her dark bangs still hiding her face in shadow, making it difficult for outsiders to see her expression at the moment...

"If you hadn't meddled in other people's business, you wouldn't have lost your life like this..."

"You...what are you planning to do..."

The old monk, with only a trace of breath left, spoke in a broken voice as he struggled to question the long-dead witch before him...

"...Those who are still alive can create the true future...But, as a deceased person, your time has long since stopped forever..."