Chapter 63: Sleep
When Qiao Xi returned to the shrine, he saw the familiar and unfamiliar appearance in the shrine, and he really had a feeling of being out of the world.
- The time he left the shrine was undoubtedly longer than the time he spent at the shrine.
However, it may be because he knows that there are people waiting for him in the shrine, so even a similar shrine looks different from other places.
Push the door open, and everything was the same as when he left.
Under the corridor, Sa Dou was still kneeling there, and when he saw Qiao Xi, his face was stunned for a moment, but soon, he showed a gentle smile.
"You're back, sir."
Qiao Xi opened his mouth for a long time, and only said one sentence, "I'm back." β
The smile on Sa Dou's face became more and more gentle, he looked at Qiao Xi's eyes, and said softly, "Welcome back." β
After a while, Qiao Xi hooked the corners of his lips, and a gentle smile appeared on his face, and then walked over and sat under the porch.
Everything is familiar, as if time never passed, and he never left.
Qingming is dead, and even his soul has dissipated cleanly.
He's just that arrogant person.
Except for Qiao Xi and a few Shikigami, no one knows about his death, and the great onmyoji Harumi Gong in Heiankyo is still there, guarding the peace of Kyoto.
Qiao Xi sighed.
Sa Dou didn't ask anything, just poured him a cup of tea with a smile, but before Qiao Xi could hurt the spring and autumn, he was buried by a large wave of noisy and tearful little monsters.
"Lord Fengyuejin, you're finally back."
"Lord Fengyue, we miss you so much."
"Lord Toyotsuki-sama......"
"Lord Toyotsuki-sama......"
Qiao Xi's emotions that had not yet brewed were interrupted in an instant, and he couldn't help but look at the little monster who was very enthusiastic because he hadn't seen him for a long time.
Sa Dou held the teacup and looked at him with a smile, with an expression of deep merit and fame - this is too suspicious!
Qiao Xi held his forehead and comforted the little monsters, waiting until he got out of the pile of little monsters.
- I can't brew any emotions, only tiredness.
Qiao Xi looked at Sa Dou's more and more gentle expression, and couldn't help laughing.
- It's good that there are still people.
To be honest, although the possibility is not high, Qiao Xi was indeed worried, what if when he returned to the shrine, there was no one in the shrine?
Or what if he returns to the shrine and the shrine is already ruined?
But fortunately, they are still there, and the shrine has not broken the bank.
There have been no major natural disasters in these years, and there have been occasional droughts, which can be easily solved by the oracle of the gods, so humans have not forgotten the god of Toyotsuki.
Qiao Xi asked about the things of Sa Dou over the years, and felt that he was very irresponsible as a Fengyue god, but thinking that he had met even more irresponsible gods when he traveled, he ......
- Sure enough, I'm still a little cautious.
After solemnly praising Sa Dou's work as an oracle, Qiao Xi asked about Buyue again.
Speaking of which, he didn't run out of the shrine for the first time.,It's really strange.γ
Sa Dou also knew Buyue's character, and when he saw Qiao Xi asking, he couldn't help but smile and explain.
After Qiao Xi left, Buyue also ran around to challenge.,After fighting with a powerful monster, he felt that he had an understanding.,So go back to the shrine to sleep and feel.γ
"So, he's asleep now?"
Sato nodded.
Qiao Xi touched his chin.
Speaking of which, he has traveled for so many years, and he actually has a lot of insights in his heart, especially after Qingming's death, Qiao Xi feels that his state of mind is very different from when he first came to this world.
After thinking about it seriously, Qiao Xi also chose to retreat.
Although Sa Dou regretted that his adult was about to fall asleep not long after he came back, he also saw that the adult might have encountered something he cared about during his travels, and he didn't say anything, just let Qiao Xi sleep with peace of mind.
Qiao Xi has always been very relieved about the reliability of the fight, so he chose a suitable place and fell asleep.
This sleep is the vicissitudes of life.
Qiao Xi never imagined that the moment he woke up was that he automatically gave birth to a godhead in his bodyβthe kind of godhead that could go out freely to Takamagahara and exist without the faith of human beings.
- It's inexplicable.
He didn't know that during his sleep, because of Sadou's dutifulness, the power of human faith in him had increased dramatically.
If it is an ordinary god, even if he has more faith now, he will still disappear when he loses it.
But Qiao Xi is different.
His soul was not originally from this world, and his cultivation was different from the local inhabitants of this world, and the perception generated by his original travels in the world gradually precipitated during his hundreds of years of sleep, and the spiritual power in his body also accumulated, and at the moment of breakthrough, he became a godhead with the help of human faith.
In fact, Qiao Xi's godhead is different from the godhead of ordinary gods.
More specifically, it should be a variant of the Yuan Infant Generation generated by the cultivator's cultivation to the Yuan Infant Realm.
However, Qiao Xi didn't understand much about Xiuzhen or anything, he could only feel that his strength was no longer controlled by human beliefs, and with the gods about this world who had listened to Qingming before, he mistook the Yuan Ying in his body for a godhead.
The moment he opened his eyes, Qiao Xi's mind moved, and he came to the top of the deserted mountain, and in the next second, the overwhelming thunder and lightning slashed down on his head.
Qiao Xi's eyes widened, and he subconsciously released an enchantment to block the thunder and lightning.
This thunder and lightning split for a few days and nights, and just when Qiao Xi thought that he was about to come to an end in this world, the thunder and lightning finally stopped, and then the sky rained down. The white mist shrouded the gray-headed and dying Qiao Xi.
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Qiao Xi sat cross-legged on the corridor, holding a book in his hand and looking at it, but his mind was carefully observing the unknown object that appeared in his dantian.
- At first, he thought it was the legendary Godhead, but later it turned out that it wasn't.
It's also that he has never read Xiuxian Wen before, and he has been in this world for a long time and is a little unclear about his memory of being a human being, otherwise he should be able to think that his current situation is Xiuzhen, and the thunder and lightning that almost killed him before is the legendary thunder tribulation.
But Qiao Xi didn't know, so he had been studying that thing seriously for the past two days.
After the white mist that day enveloped him, all the wounds on his body that had been struck by lightning were healed by the mist.