My personal opinion on Gensokyo

"This is really... so sad..."

Even though he was about to die, the last words spoken by the old monk, trembling from his lips, contained a trace of pity that seemed difficult to understand...

The witch's cold and indifferent expression did not change at all because of the old monk's last words. However, after hearing the old monk's last words, the cold witch seemed to feel a little uncomfortable...

"You actually said I was pathetic...?"

Wow...

On the side, a slight noise was heard in the forest shrouded in deep night.

"……who is it?!"

The witch noticed the unusual movement almost instantly, turned around abruptly, and shouted in a cold voice.

However, when the terrified face of the young girl appeared from behind the trees, and caught the glimpse of the shrine maiden's clear eyes, the cold-faced shrine maiden was unexpectedly stunned...

"Night……"

As she softly murmured the terrified little girl's name, a hint of panic and bewilderment seemed to linger beneath her cold tone...

“Did you…did you see everything…?”

Seemingly at a loss, the witch approached the young girl, who was paralyzed on the grass in fear, without the strength to escape. She leaned over gently, raised her cold, white hand, and tried to touch the girl's terrified face...

...didn't touch.

Just as the fair, soft hand was about to gently touch the girl's frightened face, the girl, too frightened, subconsciously turned her frightened face away and tightly closed her eyes filled with fear, as if she was afraid of being hurt by the terrifying woman in front of her...

Seeing the girl's fearful expression, the witch's cold and tender hands also seemed to be afraid of something, and she retreated in fear...

Looking at the girl in front of her who was trembling with fear, closing her eyes tightly, afraid to see her, the weak witch seemed to be really afraid that she would hurt the girl, and she withdrew her somewhat cold hand in a bit of a loss.

The panic and helplessness he felt at the girl's rejection gradually turned into a heartbreaking loss and loneliness...

"...I'm sorry...I gave you terrible memories..."

The weak witch's tone was extremely lonely...

She stood up, as if determined to completely forget the little warmth she had received in just a few days. The frail witch slowly turned sideways and walked away into the depths of the forest shrouded in deep darkness...

As if sensing something, the young girl, still trembling with fear, slowly opened her eyes. Her voice was weak, trembling... a little reluctant...

"Lord Kikyo..."

The witch stopped and slowly turned sideways. Beneath her frail, lonely expression, was an indescribable sadness...

The ethereal and lonely voice gently fell into the ears of the young girl...

"Goodbye... Sorry..."

Kikyo left, disappearing into the darkness of the deep night. From beginning to end, the young man with gray hair, hidden behind the trees in the deep night, just watched everything quietly...

After Kikyo disappeared into the deep night, the young man with gray hair, the master of the Cloud Courtyard, sighed deeply...

Without a sound, Shang Yang approached the young human girl who was still staring blankly at the deep night where Platycodon had disappeared. He leaned over and raised his hand, gently patting the thin shoulder of the girl who was unaware of it.

...Plop.

The girl fell unconscious on the grass, and at some point, crystal tears slowly flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"...Don't worry, this won't be a farewell forever."

Looking at the young girl who was unconscious but still crying, the young man with gray hair wiped the crystal tears from the corners of the girl's eyes with his sleeve and slowly spoke.

"This won't be a final farewell to that miko-sama... Please believe me."

Perhaps it was because of the young man's comfort that the girl's tears, which had been flowing from the corners of her eyes, seemed to gradually stop...

Seeing that the young girl was no longer a problem to Shang Yang, he naturally raised his hand and gently touched the girl's eyebrows with his slender fingertips.

The black and white February Chair?侕久|崎-留/咎翼叄O瓢? The glazed Yin-Yang Qi emanated from Shang Yang's fingertips, enveloping the unconscious sleeping girl. Wrapping the unconscious girl, it disappeared in an instant.

After using the power of Liang Yi to send the young girl back to her home in the village, Shang Yang stood up, walked to the lifeless body of the old monk who was still lying on the grass on the shore, and reached out to feel the artery in the old monk's neck.

Indeed, the old monk's body had lost its vitality and was already in a very bad condition. Generally speaking, it was difficult to save him.

Of course, this is only a general rule. If the old monk had possessed the famous sword "Tensuga," left to his eldest son, Seshomaru, by the former Western Dog General, Touga, the old monk could still be saved. And for Shang Yang, using the power of Liangyi to achieve a similar resurrection to "Tensuga" would be no problem.

The old monk lost his life because of Platycodon's unintentional mistake. Shang Yang did not want Platycodon to blame herself for this mistake.

But...it seems unnecessary.

PS1: I’m happy that I got the recommendation for “Dimension Barrier”.

Volume 6: Thoughts Across Time and Space: Chapter 372: Piercing

While gazing at the lifeless body of the old monk on the grass, the slender five fingers of the young man with gray hair, as if they were non-existent phantoms, reached into the old monk's head and pulled it casually.

A ball of air emitting a pale white light, with a faint golden glow within it, was grabbed by Shang Yang's right hand.

As he gazed at the soft golden light faintly emanating from the pale white air mass, the master of the Cloud Courtyard couldn't help but burst out laughing.

...I used to think that you, Master, should not die, and I wanted to bring you back to the world of the living... However, this is really a blessing in disguise.

This pale white mass of air was the soul of the old monk, and Shang Yang recognized the soft golden light deep in the air at a glance.

That was a sign that the old monk's soul was about to attain Buddhahood and become a "celestial being."

Although the old monk's previous strict beliefs showed that he was still some distance away from becoming a Buddha and becoming a celestial being, when his throat was pierced and he faced the terror of death, the compassion that naturally arose in the old monk at the last moment of his life actually became an opportunity for him to find spiritual liberation.

However, although the deficiencies of his mind were made up for at the last moment before his death, the old monk's soul did not have to fall into the hell of the underworld on the other side, nor did it have to reincarnate again. Instead, it could directly become a Buddha and go to the "Utopian" heaven above the underworld.

However, even so, deep in the old monk's soul, there was still a last trace of obsession that prevented him from becoming a Buddha.

That was a trace of regret that came from his inability to stop the long-dead priestess.

This trace of regret turned into a trace of "desire" that could destroy the old monk's soul. If this continues, even if the old monk's soul has shown signs of becoming a Buddha and being liberated, he will be dragged down by this trace of desire and fall into the depths of hell.

However, this is not a difficult matter for the ancient monster that has existed in this land for thousands of years.

He casually raised his hand and grasped the pure white sword that appeared, which seemed to be made of unpolished jade. Then, Shang Yang casually turned his hand and slashed at the soul with the sword!

"Leave, and go to the pure land on the other side of the sky."

The trace of "desire" hidden deep in the soul of the old monk was cut off by the pure white sword of the two worlds. After the regret that trapped the old monk's soul disappeared, the old monk's soul shone with a soft golden Buddha light and disappeared into the dark night. The old monk's body also turned into countless lights and gradually dissipated.

The old monk's soul was liberated and became a Buddha, transforming into a "celestial being" who had abandoned worldly desires and was extraordinary and otherworldly. He arrived at the heaven above the underworld in the other world and would never have any connection with the human world again.

After sending this old monk, who was devoted to exorcising evil spirits but overestimated his own abilities, to enlightenment and enlightenment, and transforming into a celestial being, heading to the Buddhist Pure Land in the other world's heaven, Shang Yang stood up, took a step forward, and instantly disappeared on the river bank in the dark night.

In the deep night, in the forest shrouded in silence and darkness.

Two or three dead soul insects emitting a pale white light slowly flew in front of Kikyo, while the other dead soul insects circled around the shrine maiden one by one, as if caring for and protecting the weak shrine maiden who was walking alone in the deep forest...

The frail witch walked alone in the deep night. It was in the quiet, dark forest that the witch's mind could maintain a little illusory peace.

Without any troubled thoughts, leaving the poor village that had warmly accepted her for a short period of time, Kikyo felt no loneliness, no pity, and no emotion with a clear purpose in her heart. She just maintained a cold and false peace.

A hollow peace.

There seemed to be a loophole in the witch's heart.

Be it reluctance, loneliness, or sadness, even though these hurt emotions had overflowed in her heart before, these emotions that still made her feel pain now seemed to have been completely lost from the cracked hole in her heart.

Indifferent...confused...

Fifty years ago, Kikyo, the shrine maiden who once lived on this land, had lost everything: her responsibility to protect the Four Souls Jade, her duty to protect the people of the village, her sister she was supposed to protect, the person she trusted, and even her own life. All of this had vanished in the heavy snow of fifty years ago...

...No, it was destroyed.

Destroyed at the hands of the person she least suspected at that time...

Calmly looking at his own hands, his cold hands...

The frail witch slowly clasped her fair jade hands, and there was loneliness in the depths of her dark and deep eyes.

After arriving in this remote village, somewhat similar to Maple Village fifty years ago, she thought she could pick up something here, find a reason to continue living in this world...

...But, nothing.

The one who now exists in the world is not the renowned miko who guarded the Four Souls Jade fifty years ago, but a dead person...

Gently holding the cold, fake hand, the witch with dim eyes gently closed her eyes.

The monk was right...

I should return to the other world... instead of staying in this world...

As if sensing their master's desolate state of mind, the dead soul insects surrounding her moved closer to the miko's fragile body, surrounding her even closer, as if wanting to protect her...

But, before that...

Slowly opening her eyes again, she saw a severe chill deep within the witch's icy eyes.

He must be made...

Sudden changes occur.

"...I'm sorry, because of me, it seems you've lost another place where you can stay peacefully..."

The sudden whispered words in the witch's ears made her feel a little stunned.

However, in an instant, the witch's confused eyes turned into a cold and hateful look. She turned her hand and a cold light flashed across her long sleeves.

...was held.

Lowering his head slightly, the young man with gray and white hair glanced at the sharp dagger held by the witch's fair jade hand, the tip of which was less than two or three millimeters away from his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief.

...Fortunately, I caught him, otherwise it would have been fatal.

With the knowledge of the young man with gray hair, he could naturally see that the sharp dagger held by the witch was not only a rare weapon, but also had an extremely destructive demon-killing spell placed on the tip of the dagger.

Thinking of this, the young man with gray hair exerted a little force, and the hand that was holding the slender wrist of the cold-faced witch also pushed the witch's white jade hand holding the sharp dagger a little further away.

After sorting out his helplessness a little, the young man with gray hair asked in a very helpless and depressed tone.

"...I say, can't we really have a good talk?"

"no need."

The witch's voice was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, and she spoke each word with emphasis.

"...That's right. You must have been in a bad mood after having to leave the village there just now."

With a light sigh, the young man with gray hair nodded slowly in understanding, indicating that he understood the witch's bad mood, his tone still calm.

"Then let you cool down for a while."

The young man spoke calmly, neither hurried nor slow.

The extremely perceptive shrine maiden instantly understood the meaning of the young man's words, but she couldn't help but feel even more stunned. However, it was precisely because of this momentary stunned feeling of the shrine maiden.

The young man with gray and shaggy hair casually let go of her slender wrist that was being held.

Then, in an instant, the cold and sharp dagger pierced the young man's heart without any hindrance!

puff! ! !

Volume 6: Longing Across Time and Space: Chapter 373: Lies of the Past

Seeing the witch's stunned look, the young man with gray hair casually let go of her slender wrist. As a result, the witch, who had been resisting the young man's force, had no time to react and stop.

As the witch stared at him in surprise, the short blade in her hand pierced through the young man's heart with a sound...

Dark red blood flowed from the chest pierced by the short blade, soaking the gray-white clothes...

Not only was the young man's clothing complicated, but the dark red blood seeping from his heart also slowly stained the pure white sleeves of the shrine maiden, staining the pure white sleeves with large patches of dark red...

"……Why."

After a brief silence, the witch's cold gaze was fixed on the gray-haired young man Yue Yi Shan Si Ming Qi Er Er Xia Si's expressionless and calm face, and her tone was still as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.

The familiar face and features of the young man before her made the witch feel as if she had returned to the past fifty years ago...

However, it was precisely because of this illusion that Kikyo's heart became even more painful...

Empty...indifferent...

It was as if there was a gap in her heart that could never be made up for, a confused mind that could not feel sadness or pain. The moment Shang Yang's voice rang in Platycodon's ears, this false, confused and empty feeling completely collapsed.

It was as if the gaps in her heart were gradually being filled. Suddenly, countless negative emotions such as resentment, regret, and anger overflowed within the witch's tormented heart...

"Nothing, I owe you."