"It's been a long time since I've seen Fujiwara-sama, so please come here."

"Young Master Liu Sheng Gui'an, please come here."

"This way" "Please be careful with your step" "Yes, I will prepare it for you right away"

The so-called strange banquet was held at a private hall not far from the orange building, and it is said that the host's surname was Yamamoto, and he was the descendant of a wealthy merchant who was famous in Edo a hundred years ago.

Every once in a while, a banquet is held here, and the gates are clogged up with luxuriously decorated carriages.

Even so, as the three carriages with colorful curly grass patterns on the walls slowly approached, almost all the horses took a few steps back from side to side and bowed their heads in submission.

The reason for this is that the horses that pull the cart, two horses in a carriage and a total of six horses, are rare treasures in the world, and the knocking of the horseshoe of the classical system on the bluestone slab produces an unusually solemn sound, which makes people wonder if there are any big men entering Edo Castle today.

"Thanks to Mr. for coming, the humble house is really full of brilliance." Yuan Chao took a small fan to open and close, and bowed down respectfully to greet him, which couldn't help but make people more curious about the identity of the people in the carriage.

Several tall men came down from the first carriage, and quickly stood around the carriage, faintly forming a circle to protect the carriage in the middle; When the man stood still, three maidservants walked down from the last carriage, either holding a footstool, or holding a coat, or half-kneeling on the wheel of the carriage and raising the curtain, and said, "Please get off the carriage." ”

Kyogohiko was dressed very uncomfortably today, wearing a purple regular clothes, wearing a finch gold light coat, completely ignoring the look around him, just looking at the round tide with a smile, and said, "Lead the way." ”

This private club is quietly and chic, the entrance is a dry courtyard, a wooden bridge is built on the white sand, and after walking through the wooden bridge and bypassing a few corridors, you can see a two-story building built in the middle of the lake, the ground floor has no walls, only four pillars to support, used for viewing, and the second floor is already a singing and dancing level, and the guests arrive and sit down one by one.

The wine is good wine, the food is also a good dish, the dancing girl in the center of the hall is also a beauty, the waist twists and dances the dance music of the Tang Dynasty, the servant girl waits at the table, and when he sees Kyogohiko sitting down, he immediately pours a glass of wine, and sticks to it as soft as a bone, and the kneeling posture exposes most of the white flowers' legs.

Kyogohiko narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head sideways to avoid the handmaid's hand, and sneered: "Stay away from me, smoke panic." The servant girl blinked, and after being wronged, she put down her glass and shrank aside.

A woman like her who came out to beg for a life is the most discerning, but what provokes who can't be provoked, whether she wants to capture her between the lines or really excludes her is clear in her heart, but she is a powerless little wandering girl, she will never give her life for a reward.

The surroundings were clear, and Kyogokuhiko poured himself a glass of wine, of course, it was his own wine, and he drank it slowly while looking at the guests who were arriving one after another.

More than half of the guests are obese or thin old men, hugging the maidservants around them to rub oil, and they have to make a dignified posture on their faces. In addition, there were five or six young people with spiritual powers, who sat scattered throughout the banquet, looking around with a vigilant and fierce look.

Ah, a rookie onmyoji who doesn't know how to disguise. Kyogohiko shook his wine glass, raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the young man sitting at the end of the banquet, smiled meaningfully, raised the wine glass in his hand slightly at him, and then watched the young man pick up the wine glass in return at a loss.

As long as it doesn't lag behind. Thinking like this, Kyogohiko looked away at his feet, a monster named Natto Monk was smuggling food under the table under the cover of light fur, and the movement was like a rat under the table, not a reliable appearance.

After Nu Liang slippered into this private hall under his cover, he ran away without a shadow, and Di Lu Mu was in the state of a spirit son to probe around, and he didn't know how long it would take to come back.

Calculate the time, it should be fast.

The last one came was the strange tale master Kyogoku Ichiro, who was the best at drawing stories of various monsters and spirits, and his painting skills were superb and bold, so he had a lot of face in this Edo Castle, and many people chatted with him with wine glasses.

The host of this banquet seems to have come very late, but the regulars seem to have been accustomed to the late arrival of the host's family, smiling and looking forward to drinking and chatting, and in the blink of an eye, the moon has passed three rounds of wine, and even Kyogokuhiko inevitably followed after drinking a few glasses of wine, and finally a maidservant pushed a big screen and sent it up, seeing this, both the onmyoji and the ordinary guests were all brightened, and the drunken head found a trace of sanity.

I appeared mainly.

Someone struck the wooden gong twice and struck a small gong again, imitating the sound of the watch in the middle of the night, and then the bright lights suddenly went out.

"Everyone, welcome." A candle lit up behind the screen, reflecting a short, twisted figure, "Welcome to my strange tale a million times." After speaking, he seemed to be thinking that he was talking funny, and the man laughed a few times, "Then I won't talk more nonsense, and the strange talk will begin." ”

One by one, all the guests' tables lit up with a little white ghostly fire, and the shadows seemed to be extinguished as soon as they were blown, "Come on, come on, who should start first, this never-ending strange talk." ”

The ghostly fire flickered and flickered, and suddenly the light in front of a guest skyrocketed, almost devouring people.

"That's you, Mr. Zhongping."

The pale guest took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his face, and quickly calmed down, obviously not the first time to participate in this kind of banquet, "It's actually down, then I'll be ugly." He said this, with a look of pride on his face, and after thinking about it, he cleared his throat and told his story.

"It's just a hearsay story." With his first words, an undetectable fluctuation of spiritual power spit out from his mouth, and the eyes of several onmyoji present froze, and their fingertips subconsciously pinched the law decision.

"In a certain Japanese confectionery shop, there is a clever and cute young man, who is very liked by the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper has no children, so he thinks about leaving the shop to the young man after a hundred years.

But there was also a guy in the shop who was so jealous and hateful, and he knew that he would not get any benefit when the young man died, but he was still driven by jealousy to deceive the young man.

The shopkeeper told you to wash the red beans. So saying, he gave the young man a large pot of beans, and then, while the young man was washing the beans, he beat him to death with a stick, threw the body into the mountains, and went back and lied that the young man had stolen the money and fled.

And he secretly took the money to pay off the gambling debts.

Everyone believed it, and he was so proud that one day he heard a strange noise from under the bed.

'Brushing' 'Brushing' is like the sound of scrubbing beans.

'Click' 'Click' is like the sound of clogs holding a heavy object and struggling to walk.

'Woo' 'Woo' like who's crying.

His eyes widened, and there seemed to be another tragic appearance of the young man's face covered in blood.

The next day, he was found dead in his bed with a few red beans by his side. ”

The storyteller didn't know that every time he said a word, a faint spiritual power spread out, and when he finished telling the story, the spiritual power gathered together and suddenly rushed into his body.

The strong "wind" blew out the candle flame in front of him.

Several onmyoji glanced at each other, raising their vigilance even more.

"That's an interesting story, so what's next, Miss Suzuki, please."

"Is it a concubine? Let me think."

"Coming back?" Kyogokuhiko still maintained a posture of leaning on his side to drink, and the voice coming out of his throat was as thin as a mosquito, and he had to be close to his ears to hear it clearly.

"I'm in some trouble, I'm coming back late." Dilumudo sat in the shadows behind Kyogokuhiko, his breath faint and almost undetectable, and no one knew when he started sitting there.

Jing Jiyan nodded slightly to indicate that he knew, he didn't ask what the trouble was, he only smiled: "This banquet is wonderful, you have to watch it carefully." ”

The ghost fires were extinguished one after another, and even the Onmyoji had the courage to tell a few strange things, trying to find out what the spiritual power was flowing from his mouth as he spoke, but all of them were in vain.

"Then finally," Yuan Chao took out a small paper fan to cover his mouth, and said, "Distinguished guests from distant and foreign countries, please." ”

The only light in the audience was the ghost fire flickering in front of Kyogokuhiko, and the faint white flames reflected his face with a strange color.

"Speaking of which, my hometown does have some interesting stories." Kyogohiko squinted as if he was in deep thought, a snow-white neck on the placket of his purple shirt dazzled people's eyes, and he held a white porcelain wine glass in his hand, tapping it on several cases one by one, "I'll talk about the so-called causal cycle?" ”

Without waiting for anyone to answer, he spoke to himself:

"There was a prominent man in a certain township who ran rampant in the township for the sake of wealth and unkindness, and his wife said many times: 'If you do this, you will be punished!' But he never listened, thinking that he could become a Buddha and become holy. One day, a strange man passed by his door, and he could see through the life expectancy of a person, and when he saw the wealthy merchant, he said, "If you don't do good deeds, as long as you eat another twenty stone rice, forty stone noodles will die." The man laughed and said, 'I don't eat more than two stone noodles a year, and I don't have twenty years to live, so where can I die if I don't do good deeds?' ’

After a year, the rich merchant suddenly contracted a disease called 'Removing the Middle School', and he had to eat more than ten meals a day, and died in less than a year.

The ancients said that the cycle of karma is unpleasant, and this is probably the case. ”

After Kyogohiko finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the cup, and his lips moistened by the wine were red, as if he had drunk a glass of blood.

"What do you think of the story I said?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The ghost fire in front of him flashed and was extinguished.

In an instant, the hall was dark and silent.

The candle flame behind the screen lit up again, and the short figure reflected on the screen surface came with a burst of applause, "That's good!" The voice was hoarse and old, but the round tide rarely changed his face, and the paper fan waved a dazzling firelight to light up the hall and kicked over the screen.

"Oh, oh, oh, young people are so angry." The old man with the hat sat cross-legged on the couch, and a strangely shaped and ugly creature fell at his feet, its throat trampled on and its round mouth made a pleading "cough-cough" sound.

"It's actually the master of the ghost, Nu Liang, who is coming, it's really a rare guest," Yuan Chao pinched the paper fan and gritted his teeth.

"I've been an old man for a long time." The clogs pressed against that lump of throat, and with a little force, it would completely break the fragile neck, "And it's strange that I don't come here if there is something delicious." As he spoke, he took out a piece of yokan from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "It tastes so good, the old man hasn't eaten such a delicious thing for a long time." ”

Yuanchao's face stiffened, and he took a few steps back, "Let go of Lord Yamamoto." ”

"It's so straightforward, it's really a person who doesn't understand elegance."

The old man stepped on the lump and shifted a few meters to the hall, dodging the sharp arrows that came at him.

And at this moment, the hall is already a scene of purgatory on earth.