Somewhere on the other side, there's a place called the Hall of Right and Wrong.

The Hall of Right and Wrong is at the most correct place on the other side, and the right here refers to the meaning of fairness and justice.

Because of the great wish of the Jizo Bodhisattva and his daily chanting of the Buddha, in this hell where living people look gloomy, the Hall of Right and Wrong also seems to be very upright.

In the Hall of Right and Wrong, there are hundreds of Hades, thousands of Grim Reapers, ghosts, and ghosts of hell who are responsible for the work.

Hades is responsible for judging the sins of the deceased during their lifetime and determining their reincarnation.

The Grim Reaper is responsible for ferrying and seducing souls, and occasionally fights the celestials.

Demons and gods are wicked people who have mistreated sins and fallen into hell.

The ghosts of hell, in the lower layers of the above-mentioned ghosts and gods and the god of death, have no intelligence, and will only obey orders, formed by the condensation of the miasma and resentment of the Santu River, and in some ways are very close to the third-rate gods driven by the onmyoji in the world.

And the supreme person in charge of all these personnel, managing all the operations of hell, and dealing with major incidents.

There were only ten of them.

They are known as the Enma.

Reign over the King of Enma, the Division of Hell, and the life and death of the world.

Somewhere in the Hall of Right and Wrong has a room that is the size and volume of the Red Devil Library.

In fact, even the gods of death and ghosts who have worked in hell have rarely heard of this room.

The room is simple and simple, different from the main hall of the right and wrong hall that rebels against yin and yang in the turbid world, this room hidden in the most born of hell does not care about the views of the world.

Don't care.

In the depths of the room, there are many bookshelves, and the shelves are filled with dense books.

Each bookshelf represents a region, an era, and a ...... Figure.

These books are collectively known as the Book of Life and Death.

On one of the shelves, many places were empty, and the few books on the shelves were still a little tattered.

And the rows of bookshelves next to it don't know if they despise its shabbyness, but the books of life and death on the bookshelves are actually psychic, exuding a brilliance like moonlight.

This moonlight exudes a sense of luxury and solemnity, which makes people want to kneel on the ground and never rise again.

On the agarwood case in front of the bookshelf, there is a book of life and death with a dark cover.

This book is so thick that it looks like a stubborn stone from a distance.

It is Gensokyo's book of life and death.

All Gensokyo humans, youkai, magicians, and even gods.

Their lives and deaths are recorded in this thick book of life and death.

This book of life and death has been opened, and it is more likely that it has not been closed again for more than a thousand years.

The first page is completely blank, and the second page is on the right hand, and the name of Yakumo Purple is clearly displayed at the top, and not far from the horizontal is the wind and the fragrance, four characters.

The words "Heavenly Demon" and "Bo Li" appeared in a disorderly and irregular manner.

The man at the table turned the pages very quickly, and in a short time he flipped through the book of life and death.

Soon came the back page.

Half a month ago, a strange snowstorm descended on Gensokyo, and soon after this blizzard, an aurora-like sword appeared in the sky.

At that time, the name of a certain swordsman briefly appeared on this page.

Then I don't know why the man's name has disappeared now, and the paper is as white as the snow, and it is impossible to fathom.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the beams and pillars of the room.

When it came across the bookshelf that radiated the glow of the moonlight, it turned around sharply, flowed to the bookshelf, and turned the pages again.

However, the man at the desk was unmoved, and still looked at the words on the book seriously.

The pages turned faster than before, and occasionally two or three names could be read, such as Ibuki, Inaba, or Kurama.

The wind tossed the book of life and death, and finally came to the last few pages of the thin book of life and death.

This page is densely packed with the names of many people, and it looks like weeds.

Fujiwara Meihong's name appeared in the corner of the page, and the handwriting was as burning as fire, as if it could burn at any moment.

Marisa's name appears in the other corner of the page, her handwriting somewhat sloppy.

The name of Huiyin Kamihakuzawa appears in the middle of the paper, and the handwriting is serene and supple.

You can also see the names of many other important people on the paper, which makes it look messy.

Only the top of the paper was almost down to the edge, and there was a blank space where there was only Kenya's name.

The word Jianzai looked extremely lonely and proud there.

The handwriting was very condensed, as if it was about to emerge from the paper, and then fly away by the cold wind.

In particular, it was a flick of the sword word, which had even gone beyond the edge of this page, like a sharp long sword, piercing into the front page.

And just then, at the top of the page, a name came down with a purple patch.

The moment Shiki Yingji saw that name, her face became cold.

It's like an angry King Kong.

……

……

In the central corner of the people, there is a stall with a banner of Fujiwara Tofu Shop.

Jianya, who was dressed in a green shirt and an apron, was busy in the pots and pans.

Is it because Huiyin's salary is finally unable to meet the needs of this young teacher with very poor self-control? Or is it that Kenya, who is serious by nature, has finally been damaged by Marisa and has started to lose his job?

Actually, neither.

It's boring to say.

Jian Ya and Inu, who had just gone around in a big circle without stopping, and returned to their jobs, were about to find a stall to sit down and take a good rest......

They were swept away by the crowd.

Yes, even the swordsman with superb swordsmanship and the white wolf tengu with sharp sword skills are willing to bow down with the strong team cooperation of the inhabitants of the people.

…… Although I was worried about hurting them.

The choice of the location of the booth was decided by Kenya himself, and Fujiwara's father left after leaving behind some tools, tables and chairs.

Ya poured hot oil into the pot and expertly sprinkled chopped green onions. The skillful place makes the few guests waiting for food in the seats look sideways.

The peculiar dress, combined with the exquisite cooking skills, is really the best match to attract attention.

That's why Kenya was hired by Fujiwara's father to help...... One of the reasons for the sake of the dead ghost.

According to Fujiwara's father, the Hitosato Spring Festival will have a competitive ring competition.

In previous years, the Renli Garrison was unable to participate in this ring competition due to work.

…… So this year, because of me, the 'ghost for the dead', they can show their skills in front of their wives and children.

Remove the heat, plate and serve.

After serving tofu to the only guests in the seats behind him, Kenya picked up the kitchen knife again and continued to work.

Most of the members of the garrison were young men who were in good health.

There are not many of them, and martial arts may be strong for ordinary people, but for Kenya, it is a little bit insufficient.

This is especially true for youkai.

In general, the symbolism is a little bit stronger.

However, since many of them are half-hung cultivators who have opened the 'small source', they can cultivate a little spiritual qi to some extent.

Even if any youkai come to make trouble, you have to honestly duel according to the rules of the spell cards set by the Hakurei shrine maiden.

There are far fewer life-and-death crises than they were more than a decade ago.

…… The previous crowd was probably just kids clamoring to watch the ring match, right?

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that many of the people who squeezed the dog away at that time were still students in Huiyin's class.

Could it be that when I saw Mr. Kenya walking with a certain woman, he had a prankster heart?

Jian Zai, who knows his students well, seems to have noticed the truth, and he silently said several sorry in his heart. It's an apology for such an unfortunate encounter with the dog.

The sky gradually darkened.

The bonfire in the center of the human circle burned even brighter, and Kenya could vaguely see a few figures, dancing there hand in hand.

There seem to be several familiar figures among them.

...... wearing a large wizard's hat Probably Marisa, the old enemy.

What made her sad face and was forced to dance was probably the witch who kept the Ya on the monster mountain, Sanae of the East Wind Valley.

Sanae, who is very polite in front of Kenya, doesn't know why, but when she sees this kind of activity, she becomes particularly interested.

The eyes are shining, the hair is standing on end, the strength is infinite...... Ten horses can't pull it.

He stopped what he was doing, took a sip of tea, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and suddenly sighed.

"It's better than a drunken world. 」

The young man with a young face was wearing a scholar's green shirt, and a flowered apron was also worn over the green shirt, so he would not have a chic atmosphere.

It's just that Jian Zai pretended to be old again, and he used this old-fashioned tone to read such verses, which seemed even more fun.

Someone in the seat was also drinking tea and eating melon seeds, and just listened to Jian Ya's words, and subconsciously turned around and glanced at Jian Ya.

was slightly stunned, but couldn't help laughing.

This person seems to be a little older than Jian Ya, with short snow-white hair of the same color as Huiyin, a wooden sword hanging at random around his waist, and a sense of freedom between his eyebrows and eyes.

The moment the smile appeared, it actually made the tofu on the table shine a little.

Only then did Jian Ya realize that the guests beside him had not dispersed, and he was a little embarrassed to know that the other party had heard his thoughts.

The young man was probably a little bored, holding the melon seeds, got up and took a few steps in the direction of Jianya.

Looking at Jian Ya's hands, his eyes showed appreciation and surprise.

He smiled and said, "I'm curious to know, why did you choose to set up a stall on this street?"

Kenya replied, "It's a wide place, and it's quiet. 」

The young man smiled slightly and said, "I just want to remind you that the reason why no one comes here is not because other people's craftsmanship is better than yours, but because the location of your stall is not originally planned by Renli.

The food is delicious, but not a single diner wants to be fined by the patrolling officers. You say it's quiet, don't you notice that there are no other stalls on this street?"

Jian Ya frowned slightly, looked at the white-haired boy and asked.

"Why do you know these things?"

The white-haired boy replied calmly.

"Because I bought this street. 」

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PS: The private vendor was found by the owner, and that's probably it.

PS2: A friend's original character, not a village chief.