"I really can't figure it out!" At this moment, a short and fat middle-aged man in the crowd suddenly held his head and wailed in pain: "Why would His Holiness the Pope agree to let these subhumans live in our country!" ”

"yes!"

"That's right! It seems that His Holiness the Pope has always been on high and does not appreciate how much suffering his order has caused us! ”

Human beings are good at thinking, always seeking the truth of the world, when people experience incomprehensible natural and man-made disasters, there will always be some doubts, doubts about the government, doubts about the gods, doubts about the sky, and even begin to doubt the whole world...

"Don't make a presumptuous opinion of our great pope!!"

Seeing that the direction of public opinion in the church began to develop in an increasingly dangerous direction, someone finally spoke out to stop it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't Fang Xiao who made a stop cry, and even Fang Xiao didn't expect that it was Pastor Boyle himself who said these words!

He wiped the tears on his face, smiled at everyone, and comforted everyone softly: "We must learn to be grateful!" If it weren't for our papal crown, maybe we would still be living in dire straits, and maybe we can live until now, maybe all because of the wise decisions of our papal crown. There are times when people make mistakes, and don't forget the kindness of the Pope like a vast sea because of this small mistake! ”

Fang Xiao quietly listened to Pastor Boyle's words, which gave him a new understanding of this great man!

Boy...

I thought I was speaking for the Pope of Light, but I didn't expect to confirm the Pope's guilt in just a few words...

This person

Interesting......

"Lord Boyle, you're right!" The short and fat middle-aged man reverently and apologetically said, "I was confused, and I shouldn't have said those words, may the God of Light forgive me for my unintentional words." ”

"Hey," an old man sighed at this time, "if there was a person like you, Lord Boyle, who could understand the suffering of our civilians, we would not have had such a hard time..."

"yes!" Someone in the crowd shouted, "Lord Boyle! A virtue like yours is no less than that of several popes! ”

The praise was overwhelming, and Boyle responded humbly with a smile on his face.

"Do you have proof?"

In the midst of thousands of continuous praises, a sonorous and powerful questioning voice suddenly appeared, and among the many praises, this voice was particularly harsh.

All the praise came to an abrupt end, and everyone looked at Fang Xiao with a shocked expression.

"You... What did you just say? Since the sentence just now didn't look at the atmosphere at all, someone in the crowd asked in disbelief.

"I say, Mr. Boyle," Fang Xiao smiled casually and said kindly, "You just said that the plague was brought by the subhumans, you are so sure, it seems that you have definite evidence?" ”

"Bastard!" The short and fat middle-aged man suddenly jumped out, pointed at Fang Xiao's nose with his finger, and scolded loudly: "You are so bold! Dare to question Lord Boyle in public! ”

"Oh, I said this friend, you have wronged me!" Fang Xiao said with a look of grievance: "I'm just stating a fact, if Pastor Boyle has definite evidence that the plague was brought by the subhumans, I think we shouldn't stay here now, but should run to the street with a knife to find the subhumans, and hack one to death when we see one!" But if Lord Boyle doesn't have conclusive evidence, then it's your unfounded suspicions and conjectures. I agree with you, but based on your suspicions and conjectures, it's not appropriate for us to go out into the streets and slaughter subhumans..."

"Ask for proof of a fart!" The short and fat man jumped up and roared angrily, "Lord Boyle's words are proof!" There is nothing wrong with Lord Boyle's words! ”

"Oh? Really? Upon hearing this, Fang Xiao frowned: "I really want to remember that the sentence "everyone makes mistakes" was said by Mr. Boyle, right?" Since you said that Lord Boyle would never be wrong, then you mean that Lord Boyle's previous words were wrong? Or is Lord Boyle not human? But it seems that the meaning of what you are saying is obvious, and Lord Joseph's words will not be wrong, so... How can you say that Lord Boyle is not human? You're too much, aren't you? ”

"You !!" The short and fat middle-aged man was speechless for a while

"Young man!" An elder stood up, looked at Fang Xiao's dissatisfied accusation, and said, "Please be more respectful!" How can you talk to the respected Lord Boyle like this! ”

"I'm sorry, old man, it's me who is wrong," Fang Xiao bowed to the old gentleman with great sincerity and apologized, and then, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said solemnly again: "Then please allow me to reiterate my question once again with great respect!" May I ask the venerable Mr. Boyle, do you have respectable evidence that the plague was brought by the subhumans? If you have it, please take it out, if not, then it proves that this is just your respectable doubts and conjectures! ”

"Alright, alright! Don't be noisy anymore. At this moment, Pastor Boyle suddenly spoke up, interrupting everyone's argument, he glanced at Fang Xiao meaningfully, then turned around and smiled at everyone and said:

"Don't be angry, Mr. Fang Xiao, he has just come to our Cattolu City not long ago, and he can't understand the suffering caused to us by the subhumans, he is just a priest, with a kind heart, he wants to save everyone, this is a good thing!"

Pastor Boyle sighed with emotion: "When I saw him, I remembered myself when I was young, and I was also so passionate and dreamy, thinking about healing the pain of all people in the world, so he is not wrong, so don't blame him!" ”

Everyone nodded yes, and by the way, they also praised Pastor Boyle's broad mind, Pastor Boyle turned to face Fang Xiao, and patted Fang Xiao's shoulder with a smile: "If you want to save these subhumans, then do it, I won't stop you." ”

Then I really want to thank you...

Fang Xiao left the church with Nuno in his arms, and walked back to his dormitory quickly, the subman named Luen had been following Fang Xiao and walked into his room, but this person didn't seem to like to talk very much, and kept silent, Fang Xiao didn't care so much, after putting Nuno on his bed, he began to rummage through the cabinets and pack up his things.

"I really didn't expect you to argue with people in front of so many people, this is not like your usual obscene style of doing more than less." At some point, Charlotte slipped out quietly and came to her room.

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That,I'm really sorry.,I said it was two shifts a day.,But I didn't expect there to be more things this month.

So stabilize the two watches

The concubine can't do it for the time being!!

Just like today, the mighty, kind and democratic editor Dada, asked Orange to write a 3,000-word "Onmyoji" fanfiction article, to participate in the event held by Zongheng and NetEase, and the editor kindly told Orange, "It doesn't matter if you don't want to write, it's all voluntary, hehe..."

So Orange had to put pen to paper...

Although oranges cannot guarantee a stable two changes a day, but oranges will work hard to write and strive to update, I believe that there will be more and more two changes in the future, until a habit is formed,

This day won't be too long!

One more thing, tomorrow is Orange's birthday! But it's already half past one in the morning, and according to the time, it should be today.

So

I'm sorry!!

Break the shift for a day!!

In addition, I attach the "Onmyoji" that Orange just wrote.,Friends who have played this game can take a look at it if they're interested.。

Time is in a hurry, the writing is not good, and there is a word limit for writing, and there is not much writing, please don't laugh at oranges.

Love you guys!

"Hundred Ghosts Walking in the Night"

Cloudy, light rain...

"Grandpa, I'm hungry..."

Ten-year-old Yuan Boya took his grandfather's hand and walked on the slightly muddy mountain road wearing a pair of small clogs.

"Don't worry," an old man with a kind face turned his head, looked at his beloved grandson, and comforted him softly: "Look ahead, we are about to arrive!" ”

Yuan Boya looked in the direction pointed by his grandfather, a quiet and peaceful little village, quietly located in the mountains in the rain...

At ten o'clock in the evening, the sky was getting dark, the villagers seemed unwilling to light the lamps that cost money, the whole village looked very dim, the only brightly lit place in this small village, and the only tavern in the whole village, the old man took Yuan Boya's little hand, lifted the warm curtain outside the tavern door, and walked in.

Inside and outside the thin warm curtain, it seems to be two completely different worlds, compared to the quietness of the village, the tavern can be described as very lively, crowded with people, it seems that they are talking about something, in the outsiders, these guests in the tavern seem to be dressed a little strangely, but in the eyes of Yuan Boya, these are nothing, because he often sees guests in colorful and strange costumes at home.

These people are all onmyoji...

The old man lowered the brim of his hat, and quietly pulled Yuan Boya towards the tavern, Yuan Boya was still curiously looking around, and the voices of those loud discussions clearly reached his ears.

"The set of spells of the servile gods created by Yinyang Liao is really too cruel! It can take away the mind of Shikigami and become a tool for self-heartedness! Although it works, it is really despised by our onmyoji! This is not! Retribution is coming! What they did angered the One on the Netherworld! Three days ago, someone in Yinyangliao found a battle letter at the door, which was from the hand of the Netherworld Mountain people! The decisive date is tonight!! ”

Yuan Boya was pulled by his grandfather and walked to a table in the corner and sat down, and the old man breathed a sigh of relief:

"Finally caught up!"

"Grandpa," Yuan Boya asked curiously, "why did you bring me here?" ”

Hearing the immature question, the old man smiled: "I remember you told me that you want to become an onmyoji, right?" ”

"Yes!" Yuan Boya nodded: "I want to become a powerful onmyoji like grandpa!" ”

"That's good," the old man touched Yuan Boya's head dotingly, and said lovingly:

"Then you should remember what your grandfather showed you today......

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Netherworld

It is lonely and gloomy, no matter what kind of weather it is, it seems a little cold, and people are often reluctant to approach this place, because legend has it that the Netherworld Mountain is a passage through the underworld.

No one knows that there is a courtyard, located here, for I don't know how long it has existed...

In the courtyard fish pond, a few small goldfish swim quietly in the water, and the deer by the pond makes a crisp ticking sound from time to time, and the sound echoes throughout the mountain.

The light rain in the mountains had stopped, and on the damp ground of the courtyard, a young man squatted there, dressed in a simple blue bathrobe, with his black hair tied up in a simple bun at the back of his head, and he squatted there, with his hands outstretched, holding a little food in his hands.

A little white fox kept swallowing the food in the palm of the boy's hand, and the tail behind it was shaking happily. The boy who was feeding had a slight smile on his face.

"Qingming, I'm hungry..."

The boy raised his head, and one walked out of the room, holding a small umbrella in his hand, a bright red yukata and a red rain-shaped hair ornament on his head, as if the world in the Netherworld Mountain was a little bleak, instantly dyed with colorful colors.

"Don't worry," the young man smiled, "When I come back, we'll have dinner." ”

The girl walked in front of the young man, looked at the young man's warm expression as always, and asked with some concern:

"Are you going out?"

"Yes," the boy smiled, "there are things that need to be done." ”

"Then you need to be safe."

"I will," the boy stretched out his hand and gently touched the girl's head, "Do you have anything you want to eat?" I'll buy it for you on the way. ”

"Sunny is the best!!"

After saying that, the girl happily threw herself into the boy's arms...

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Night is coming, and the light on the mountain is getting dimmer.

The door to the courtyard on Netherworld Mountain quietly opened, and Qingming walked out.

Coarse clothes and clogs, a green lamp in his hand.

The glittering lights light up this quiet mountain road.

Click... Click...

The sound of clogs walking on the pavement gently echoes in the sky, as if it has become the only sound in this world.

There was a smell of wine in the air, Qingming raised his head, and saw that outside the courtyard wall of his house, there was a red-haired man sitting leisurely in the corner of his house, holding a huge gourd in one hand and a bowl of wine in the other.

Qingming saw him, and he saw Qingming too.

Qingming smiled slightly, didn't stop, and walked in front of the man.

The man quickly drank the wine in the bowl, then put down the bowl, stood up, put the gourd on his back, and followed, following the figure with the green lantern in his hand.

On the roof of her house, a cat-like girl saw everything clearly below, stretched a big slump, jumped down, and followed the two men.

Qingming walked ahead, into the forest, and the green light illuminated the way forward.

In this quiet mountain, I don't know if it's because of the fall of night, or because of the sound of the pair of clogs, it gradually woke up...

The sound of footsteps passed by a bush, and the grass swayed, and a snake-bodied girl straightened up, twisted her body, and followed; As the crowd passed, the luthier on the side of the road played the luthier and stood up; Turning the corner, the samurai in armor were already waiting here; Passing by the river, the blue figure jumped out.

The tanuki seemed to be still foraging in the mountains, and when it heard the sound, it put down the food in its hand; The tapir opened its sleepy eyes and listened, discerning the direction of the sound; Emaciated bone figures, gurgling, followed the procession, antlered pedestrians, beating small drums, and marched with the procession. At some point, a girl with a puppet appeared at the end of the team, silently speeding up her pace, for fear of being left behind; An elf walked to the front with glowing flowers and plants, lighting the way forward; The man with black wings and red face has already sharpened his long knife to a bright one; A child with two horns and a huge stone hammer.

The green light is dim, and Qingming is still walking in front, but there are more and more people following behind.

frost everywhere, a long coat with white hair; The white ears are heroic, and the sound of bowing is loud; Butterflies are flying, and the silver bell in the hand rings softly; The flames are scorching, and a touch of glamour floats; The peach and cherry blossoms are now, and the two girls are dancing; The red leaves are flying, staining the long-sleeved placket; The sound is repeated, and the three tails are swaying in the air; The three-line sound starts, and the soul haunts the bridge; knotted everywhere, eight-legged red clothes and long hair; A one-eyed child, carrying a heavy mountain and rock; Boys and girls, in the air, in splendid clothes; Three compatriots, jumping and jumping; The lord of the sea square, the fish-faced dragon must hold a staff; White-haired fox face, folding fan scroll breeze; Red clothes with long horns, blue lights around him; Clothes and umbrellas, the sound of faint drizzle.

Dust, monks in Tsing Yi; red-haired with two horns, Shura Yaksha; Day and night are distinct, black and white boys; Umbrella butterfly wings, birdsong; Surrounded by a fishy wind, a blood-drinking girl; Ghost-faced vipers, Prajna is present; Negative house long knife, righteous and loyal dog; White fox bamboo cannon, pipe and piano sound; Dancing wind spirit, sickle purple shadow; The god of good fortune is the companion, the white-headed swordfish; The human body has a fishtail, a koi carp in a gorgeous clothes, a color cup flies, and a porcelain frog chirps; Witchcraft insect feeding, the way of poisonous Gu; Wonderful pen and flowers, judge of life and death; The mace is strong and invincible; The shadow of the rabbit and the frog cooed forward.

The sound of flowers and birds is accompanied, and the dragon appears with the white shadow; The Tsing Yi industry is headless, and the windmill is blazing; The pearl of the mussel is bright; the sound of copper and silver coins in mouse ears; The hungry are hungry; Samurai Blue Ghost; puppet gambling curses when ugly; Kappa water with duckweed.

Qingming is still walking in the front, the green light in his hand seems to be brighter, reflecting everyone, but also illuminating the mountain road, the faint blue light is like a lighthouse, leading everyone to the road ahead...

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"It's coming!"

At the foot of the Netherworld, I don't know who exclaimed, which attracted the attention of all the onmyoji lurking around, they were not waiting here to do something, but just to see the legendary scene with their own eyes.

In the dark forest, the first thing lit up was a little blue candle flame, and then, a bone-chilling chill came to the face, and people endured the cold, quietly watching the faint green fire, watching it become clearer and clearer.

A teenager took the lead in showing his figure, but there seemed to be a thick black miasma around the boy, making it difficult to see his face, and then, one, two, three...

People held their breath and silently watched as this huge procession walked down the mountain! Although everyone has imagined it, when they see it with their own eyes, they still can't help the excitement and shock from the bottom of their hearts!

The whole team was surrounded by yin qi, as if forming a whole, and when people saw him, it was like facing a giant beast from the netherworld that could devour everything, and the blue light at the front of the team was like the eyes of this giant beast.

The team continued to move forward, the faint light in front of the team flickered slightly, and after a few flickering blue firelights, the team disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was just a dream, only the residual chill reminded people that this was true...

Yuan Boya, who was standing in the distance, came back to his senses in a daze, and he gently pulled his grandfather's hand

"What was that?"

The old man smiled back and hugged Yuan Boya in his arms.

"Since you're lucky enough to see it, remember it." The old man looked at his grandson and said lovingly:

"That's the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts..."