Suzaku Forest.

After the wine swallowing boy and the Ibaraki boy left, in the Vermilion Bird Forest, only Chen Beibei and his Shishen were left.

Ha...... Ghost girl Momiji?

Of course she went with the drunken boy!

Chen Beibei has exchanged for divination, which is a brand-new yin-yang technique, because there is a price to pay for using it, so for the time being, Chen Beibei has not used divination.

There's a monthly free access, but there's nothing in particular you want to know about yet.

So it's better to keep it for later when you need it.

"Master, now that the task of the wine swallowing boy has been completed, can we go back to Qinghe Town?"

Zashiki looked at Chen Beibei and asked him.

I left Qinghe Town before, just to prevent the drunken boy from killing too many humans, but now this matter is over.

And.

During the time he left Qinghe Town, Chen Beibei also got some important partners.

The owner of the sea square, the three brothers who jumped and jumped, and the mountain rabbit......

"Well, let's go back."

Chen Beibei looked at the boy and said slowly.

It has been a long time since I left Qinghe Town, and when I left Qinghe Town, the winter snow had not completely melted, and Lamei Linghan was independent.

Now the ground is all yellow, and the autumn wind is bleak.

I don't know what happened to the three-tailed fox and Chen Yan......

……

On the banks of the Santu River.

It was dark, desolate, cold, and the air was suffocating.

The flower on the other side was already standing on the bank of the river in the distance, and Xun was still driving the boat in the direction of the flower on the other side in the Santu River.

"Big sister, wait for me."

Smoke shouted as he sped up, but even so, he was still far behind by the other side.

The clothes of the other side flower were wet with water, wet and sticking to her body, and so was her hair, but even so, she couldn't see a trace of embarrassment.

Such a flower on the other side.

It is more of a charming temperament.

The flowers on the other side did not wait for the smoke, but walked barefoot on the banks of the Santu River, as if they were exploring this piece of land.

Smoke soon followed.

This was the first time that Smoke made a stopover at the Samtu River, because this place was uninhabited, and most of the ghosts of hell lived in it.

The Three Ways River is just a somewhat mysterious river that passes through hell.

Everyone says that this is a river full of resentment, because it seems to reject everything in this world, whether it is good or evil.

That's why.

When everyone passed by the Santu River, they were also cautious, for fear that the water of the Santu River would touch their bodies.

Not to mention a stop on the Santu River.

Xun carefully climbed onto the river bank, and then chased after the back of the flower on the other side, the river behind him still flowing silently.

"Big sister, what are you doing here?"

Smoke looked at the flower and asked her.

"I'll just live here."

The other side of the flower did not answer the smoke's question, just looked at this barren clearing, and said sadly.

The flower of the other side once loved many humans.

Those human beings also love the other side of the flower, but the final result is pitiful, and human beings will always leave the other side of the flower.

The story hidden in the flower on the other side probably needs to be told for a long, long time.

And most of these stories are sad, desperate, and painful, so the other side flower is reluctant to tell it, and she doesn't want to live with human beings.

Every flower in the world has its own story.

But.

Only the story of the flower on the other side is the most unbearable to read, because the things described in it are often too uncomfortable.

[Manju Sawa (Red Flower): Represents endless love, a precursor to death, and a call to hell.

Mandala Hua (White Flower): Endless longing, desperate love, letters from heaven. 】

"Do you really want to live here?"

Smoke looked at the flower on the other side and asked with some confusion.

The banks of the Santu River look too desolate, and living here gives people the feeling of being very lonely.

Maybe.

For hundreds of thousands of years, no one will stop on the Santu River.

No one will walk on the banks of the Santu River.

The charming beauty of the flowers on the other side, perhaps, will always be ...... No one will ever find out, and no one will admire......

"Hmm."

The flower replied.

The other side of the flower bowed her head as she spoke, her eyes staring at the ground beneath her feet, as if she was caught in some memory.

Subsequently.

A red flower grew from her feet.

Enchantment.

Uncanny.

Ever since Yama-sama said, "Hell is too desolate, if only plants could grow." The scene in front of him has been fantasized countless times in his mind.

Smoke held his breath, and even his heartbeat slowed as slowly as possible......

The flowers pierced the dirt on the ground, and the wisps of petals spread out to the surroundings, and then the straight stalks rose rapidly.

A ...... Two ...... Three ...... Countless flowers......

Red as a sea of fire.

Plants finally appeared in hell, and colors appeared, plants represented oblivion, and colors were the most brilliant red.

Like the color of blood, the color of the heart, and the color of some deep love that pierces the bottom of the heart.

……

Ocean.

In the world, the ocean is much more open than the land, and when trains and airplanes were not yet popular, there was often only one way to go to a relatively distant place, and that was the sea route.

The monk Kukai crossed the sea to Chang'an to seek Buddha, and Abe Nakamaro was the same, but he went back, and the other stayed in Chang'an forever.

Crossing the sea.

There is always a threat of death, and people who can do these things with their own lives are always worthy of respect.

After Monk Kukai returned, he let the great tree of Buddhism spread its branches in Fusang, and left a lot of good stories in the Tang Dynasty.

Abe Nakamaro tried to return to Japan many times, but failed.

The last time he encountered pirates, more than 100 people on the same ship died, and Abe Nakamaro was also believed to have been in the midst of this disaster.

The poet fairy Li Bai took the pain of his friend's death and wrote a eulogy for Abe Nakamaro.

[Crying Chao Qingheng

- Li Bai

Japan's Chao Qing resigned from the imperial capital,

The sail is a canopy pot.

The bright moon does not return to the blue sea,

The white clouds are full of gloom. 】

"If Monk Kukai becomes an Onmyoji, he will also become a great Onmyoji who can stand in the same position as Harumi Abe."

Guan Hu looked at the undulating sea surface and said.

Guan Hu at the moment.

It is the image of a graceful and luxurious woman, her human form, like those well-read and well-bred women.

Guan Hu knows a lot of things about monsters, and he also knows a lot of things about humans.

It all stemmed from her previous master, a descendant of Ashiya Michimitsu, a monk who lived in Sparrow Temple.

The monk.

In the past few decades, I have been collecting stories and clues about these monsters and humans, and then I have been accompanied by the Green Lantern Ancient.

"Guan Hu, the way home is still very far, or ...... Tell me the story of the Kukai monk. ”

Chen Beibei was lying on the boat, and the autumn sun was no longer hot.

The sun fell on the body, and there was a comfortable feeling of dispelling the cold, and the yokai also gathered on the deck to enjoy the sunshine.

"Okay, but what should I talk about? There are so many stories about Kukai Monk. ”

Guan Hu frowned slightly.

I know too much about it, so I guess I have such troubles.

"Let's start with him going to Chang'an."

Chen Beibei looked at Guan Hu's hesitation, so he had to make a decision for her.

"Okay."

Guan Hu nodded, and then began to tell the story about the Kukai monk.

……

Monk Kukai has a friend named Tachibana Yise, who is also a very powerful person.

However, the identity of Monk Kukai was a study monk who went to the Tang Dynasty, while Tachibana Yishi went to the Tang Dynasty as an envoy to the Tang Dynasty.

On the way, some problems were encountered, and some of the companions fell into the sea and died, but the Kukai monk and Tachibana Yoshishi still reached Chang'an.

At the time of landing.

It was only by relying on the literary brilliance of Monk Kukai that he was able to land by writing an article that caused ripples in the Chang'an literary field.

And then in the days that followed.

Monk Kukai had met a vessel demon, not long after he landed, and in an inn, the cook encountered a strange thing.

Every day, when the chef is cooking, he secretly burns a few chestnuts to eat.

Outcome.

One day, as soon as the chestnut was cooked, a hand was stretched out from the hole in the wall and asked the cook to give it the chestnut, and the cook had to give it.

In the future, whenever the chef burned the chestnuts, the thin hand would reach out and ask for the chestnuts, and the chef was very distressed about this matter, so he had no choice but to tell others.

Monk Kukai happened to be in that inn, so he decided to help him solve the matter.

Kukai told the cook to continue burning the chestnuts while they hid behind the curtain, waiting for the thin hand to appear.

Really.

Soon, the hand appeared.

It's just that I didn't know who it was at the time, but when I saw that hand, I screamed in fright, and the hand quickly retracted.

Monk Kukai went to the other side of the wall to investigate.

He had been thinking about it all night, and soon he thought of a possibility, so he went to the inn early the next morning.

"Have you lost anything lately?"

Monk Kukai asked the cook.

"No, I don't."

The chef replied.

"Come to think of it, maybe it's just a very ordinary thing......"

Monk Kukai continued.

"Ah...... I remembered that I had thrown away a spatula not long ago because it had broken and I couldn't use it anymore......"

The chef replied.

"Well, then, I already know what's going on."

The smile on Monk Kukai's face looked extraordinarily confident, which even Tachibana Yishi was envious of.

……

"Guess why, why did Monk Kukai say he already knew what was going on?"

Guan Hu suddenly paused his narration, and instead asked Chen Beibei and the monsters around him.

"Ah, Sister Guanhu, you are so bad. I can't finish telling the story, so I am so fascinated by it......"

Yingcao said a little unwillingly.

"It has something to do with that spatula, right?"

After thinking about it carefully, Zashiki replied.

Monk Kukai only said "I know what is going on" after asking the cook, so it is basically not wrong for Zashiki to answer like this.

"Hmm."

Guan Hu replied.

"But...... What does a spatula have to do with hands? ”

Yingcao asked.

The irritable Yingcao just wants to listen to the story quietly, so she doesn't want to guess anything.

"I guess it's a youkai turned into a spatula. Don't you think that a spatula is similar to the shape of a human hand? ”

Zashiki looked at Yingcao and said to her.

"Is that really the case?"

Yingcao looked at Guan Hu and asked her.

The clouds in the sky are drifting slowly, the sun is falling on the body, it is very comfortable, and there will be some breeze when the boat is moving forward.

Guan Hu smiled lightly.

"Things that come into contact with humans, once they have been used for more than twenty years, can easily generate consciousness, thus gathering aura and turning into youkai."

Guan Hu said.

"Ah...... It turned out to be the god of mourning......"

Yingcao patted her head, knowing that Fu Fushen was such a monster, but she didn't think about it just now.

It's easy to turn into a monster like this.

Of course, there are other things, brooms, umbrellas, etc......

"Sister Guanhu, how did you solve this matter in the end?"

Yingcao looked at Guan Hu and asked her.

"Monk Kukai had found a discarded worn-out spatula behind the wall the day before, after knowing that it was such a thing.

Monk Kukai asked the cook to pick up the spatula again and bury it in the courtyard of his house.

In this way, the resentment gathered by the spatula because it was discarded at will slowly dissipate, and finally everything will return to normal. ”

Guan Hu looked at the clear blue sky and said with a smile.

Peaceful, beautiful......

The story of the monk is always like this, until the end when I go to Yang Guifei's cemetery and explore the truth of the final existence, it will give people such a feeling.

Of course, that story is much more complicated and long.

The beginning of the story.

It is the beginning of a few long hatred songs written by Bai Juyi.

[The Han Emperor is heavy on color and thinks about the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

It is difficult to give up the natural beauty, and once chose the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

……

- Song of Long Hatred]

After these opening lines were seen by Monk Kukai, Monk Kukai became interested in people who could write such verses.

"What kind of person should be able to write such a poem?"

After that, things have always developed around Bai Juyi's long-term hatred songs, and of course, there are also some poems by Li Bai.

The most important thing, of course, is the three songs of Li Bai who asked Lux to take off his boots and the concubine Yanmo's "Qingping Tune" with the intention of drinking.

【Garden.】

The peony is in full bloom, and the aroma of the wine is overflowing.

Tang Xuanzong: "Li Bai, with the theme of the concubine, write a poem to help the wine, how about it?" ”

Li Bai drank all the wine in the cup .......

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, it would meet Yaotai under the moon. ”

Musician Li Guinian slowly sang this song "Qingping Tune" ......]