"Nothingness is difficult to cross, there is heaven outside the sky, except for the great power of the Dao monarch who realizes the way of existence and non-existence, few people can cross the heavens by themselves without the help of external forces."

"This palace can teach you how to build a gate and go to the near Great Realm, even if you don't want to stay here, you can always find your chance there."

Although Qingqiu-kun's attitude was a little colder, it seemed to be with good intentions.

"I don't know what my predecessor is going to tell me to do?"

If you are courteous to others, you will ask for something.

Lin Zhengyang also needs to show that he is willing to admit his feelings.

"Nothing else, just ··········"

Qingqiu girl, looking up, the second half of the sentence turned into a secret message.

After saying that, she stood quietly aside.

Lin Zhengyang frowned and thought for a while, and finally nodded heavily.

"It's not that hard!"

"It's just that I ask for a legislative deed, please take Qingqiu and Taishan Mansion as witnesses."

"You know the Faqi?"

For the first time, the girl looked at him with a look of surprise.

"I thought I was a wise man with a bit of luck, but I don't want to be a teacher too?"

Just a little surprised, and then calm again.

"Okay, it's up to you."

This kind of thing is just a gentleman's agreement, and the villain is not a gentleman.

With her mana, even if she is just an incarnation, if she really wants to break the contract, the mere legal deed can't hurt her at all.

It's just the name of Qingqiu, which is inevitably humiliated, especially under the witness of Taishan Mansion, even if you want to cover it up, it's useless.

It is not difficult to make a legislative deed.

Inside the ashram.

On the offering table, the shrine of the king of Mount Tai is enshrined.

The carved vermilion lacquer offering table has been wiped with clean water beforehand, and the deed is written in expensive white brocade, and the four corners are pressed with paperweight.

Just simply took flowers, water and some fruits, and after worshipping the monarch of Taishan Mansion, Lin Zhengyang burned green words in a copper basin.

The cigarette curled up three feet and sank into the void.

Immediately, on the divine seat in front of him, a faint light flashed.

Above the Faqi, there was already a layer of faint red light that ordinary people could not see.

It means that this deed has been paid attention to by the gods.

Such small private sacrifices are usually not suitable for the worship of high-ranking gods.

One is that the specifications are insufficient, and the other is suspected of blasphemy.

Lin Zhengyang's actions at this moment have actually violated the regulations.

However, this prince finally gave face and still responded.

"It's finished."

Lin Zhengyang shook the fresh white silk brocade, and there was still a fresh ink fragrance on it.

"Then according to the agreement, this fan will be delivered to you first."

The girl in palace costume took a few steps back, and her figure gradually blurred and blurred.

Only the folding fan was left and floated into the arms.

Lin Zhengyang knew that the divine will that belonged to "Qingqiu Jun" had already left this world.

"I don't know that there is Qingqiu-kun in front of Tamamo, but Qingqiu-kun knows about Tamamo-before, is this the difference between the incarnation and the deity?"

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Outside the window, late autumn leaves cover the path.

Year after year, the newborn clansmen were sent to home school, and the elite education of the Hua Kaiyuan family was accepted.

In the quaint and old-fashioned wooden house, there is only one person's voice.

"The strength of the mantra is not only in the spiritual power, but also in the emotion, the stronger and purer the mantra, the stronger the power of the mantra will be."

"The essence of the so-called spiritual power is actually a kind of sentient mantra, a detached state of mind obtained through years of practice, and this kind of mind is called spiritual power."

"Although it is called spiritual power, there is no real spiritual power, but everyone is used to calling it."

"As a layman, it naturally doesn't matter what you call it, but as an onmyoji, you must have an in-depth understanding of the essence of spells, which is the power of the heart, and spiritual power is just an external manifestation, and there is no real spiritual power."

Ryuuji was in class, holding a book and talking about it one by one.

When Lin Zhengyang walked through the enchantment and approached the classroom, Ryuuji had already noticed it.

The latter made no secret of his tracks, and the powerful mana that shimmered brightly naturally triggered a warning when it passed through the perceptual enchantment.

Seeing an acquaintance waving at the door, he raised his eyebrows.

The few students sitting in front of them were a little impetuous, poking their heads out to look out.

"What do you see, do you remember what you just said?"

Long Er's face was straightened, and he did look very dignified as a teacher, just like that kind of serious teaching director.

Immediately, more than a dozen children sat in an orderly manner, staring at the books in their hands.

"Give me some points, I'll go out, you can review the books if you have nothing to do, who dares to be lazy·······"

He sneered and looked around.

"Scythe!"

As soon as I turned around, a breeze walked around the classroom, and a gray shadow was faintly visible in the wind.

"Hiss-"

The students, who saw Shikigami for the first time, gasped one after another.

"My Shikigami is watching from here!"

"Whoever dares to be lazy and not study hard, the weasel will shave my head!"

The Weasel is a youkai known for its speed.

It will appear as a whirlwind.

Attack people you encounter with claws as sharp as a scythe.

Although the victim's skin was cut open for a long time, it did not feel pain at all.

The ability is related to the wind.,There's a speed that ordinary people can't see.,It's a monster with very practical abilities.。

It also took a lot of effort for Ryuuji to catch such a one, and after surrendering, he was accepted as a Shikigami.

A few days ago, he explained the characteristics of the sickle in class, so these yin and yang students in the room are extremely well-behaved, for fear of being targeted by the sickle and becoming bald.

After all, the speed of the sickle is really fast, and when it reacts, it has already been hit.

If you go back with a bald head, you must not be able to hide it from your family, and when the time comes, the inattentiveness in class will be exposed, and you may have to eat fried meat on a bamboo board·······

What a terrible threat·······

The yin and yang students who were indignant in their hearts didn't know what they had secretly scolded Long Er for.

But at least, on the surface, they are all good students.

Ryuuji nodded in satisfaction and closed the door after going out.

"What's wrong? Hideyoshi, what's wrong? ”

Ryuuji was well aware of the ability of this Yin-Yang Dao genius in front of him.

It was a monster that caused a spirit when it was born, almost opened the underworld, and dragged the entire clan into the netherworld.

At that time, his instinctive strength was already comparable to that of some old people in the clan.

Three years ago, at the age of nine, he had mastered all the skills that a full-fledged onmyoji should learn, whether it was divination, astrology, feng shui or yin-yang, he was outstanding.

It was even praised as "Xiao Qingming" by the big people of Yin Yang Liao.

Today, three years later, no one knows what level the other party has entered, and this mana alone is enough to make the old-timers in the clan who have practiced for decades angry.

If there is anything that can stump the other party, I'm afraid the only one is Shikigami.

Onmyoji itself is a scholar-like clerical job, and close quarters are often a shortcoming (one's own transformation into a monster is counted), so cultivating some Shikijin to protect oneself is a necessary means of self-defense.

He also knew that the other party would definitely look down on the ordinary spirit beasts raised in the clan, and it would take too long for the artificial god to grow up (measured in years), and if he wanted to get reliable help in the short term, he would definitely have to find a monster from the outside to surrender.

Could it be that you are looking for yourself for this?

Well, look for me, I'm often out running commissions, and I do know some powerful youkai.

But you can't help in vain.

Let him have a meal of tamagoyaki at the temple house in Kyoto.

Thinking casually, then Ryuuji saw the young man in front of him, and said seriously and seriously:

"Ryuuji, someone wants to resurrect Tamamo before!"