The person who was used as a sacrifice turned into a pile of shredded paper in front of him, and this scene stunned the little witches present.

"Go tell Lady Purple!"

The panicked little witches rushed to the backyard of the shrine.

Under the tall cherry blossom tree, a girl in purple is praying with her eyes closed.

Even shrine maidens don't have to wear professional attire all the time.

Perhaps because of the purple in her name, Zi Ji has always preferred purple dresses.

It's a pity that such a complete set of kimonos woven from silk is too expensive, and she only has two or three pieces, which her father went to Kyoto to buy on behalf of someone a few years ago.

"Mother, are you okay down there?"

"In two days, the sacred tree will bloom, and the ink-dyed cherry blossoms will communicate with the gods, and my father will definitely be able to open the underworld and bring you back to life."

"Please be patient a little longer......"

On the cherry blossom tree, the flowers are ink-colored, with buds ready to bloom, and the surging spiritual power is surging on the tree.

The girl with spiritual vision can see that in the heart of the tree, a slender figure is sleeping, exuding a bright spiritual light, like a full moon, shining on the body, there is a sense of tranquility and happiness, so that people can calm their minds unconsciously.

"Gods, please forgive me, and my father......"

Zi Ji, who knows her father's intentions very well, has an indescribable sense of guilt.

After all, this is the god that the Ink-dyed clan has served for six hundred and fifty years......

Long before the ink dye clan was not called ink dye, the ancestor of the ink dye clan was just a pariah, because he was hungry and went to the mountains to forage for food, then he met the gods, and made an agreement to worship the gods from generation to generation, in exchange for knowledge that the common people could not reach in a lifetime, and this gradually made a fortune.

It wasn't until three generations later that he had an opportunity to take the door of the Kamo family in Kyoto, and someone in the clan learned a little yin and yang art, and his qualifications were not bad because of the blessing of the gods.

When the ancestor of the Onmyoji was old, he left Kyoto and returned to his hometown, and did his best to arrange the feng shui formation in order to absorb the scattered spiritual power of the earth's leylines and make offerings to the gods...... At this time, the surname was changed to ink dyeing, which is the origin of the later ink dyeing family.

The era when the ink-dyed clan really began to worship the wood blossom Kai Yaji was even longer than the outside world knew.

Worship a deity who is still in conception and save him from premature death......

What a great merit this is!

If you can keep until the gods are born, the merit of dyeing the clan with ink is enough to ensure that the fortune of the clan will not fade and last, and it is possible to become a great noble.

It's just that......

My father had a mind that he shouldn't have moved......

Crossing the realm of life and death and resurrecting my mother from the underworld is not something that can be done by such a shallow spell as the Ink Dyeing Clan.

It is said that Kyoto's Harumi Gong has the unfathomable ability of ghosts and gods, and his yin and yang art can be called the top of the world, and if anyone can use yin and yang to resurrect the dead, he must be the only one.

"I hope my father can go to Kyoto ...... smoothly"

Zi Ji silently combed the hair hanging down from her temples, finished her prayer, slowly got up, put her hands in front of her lower abdomen, and bowed meticulously.

"If my father doesn't go well, then I have to use the murder knife, get the blood of the gods, open the ghost door, and break into the underworld to save people......"

It's hard to say what will happen......

Those who attempt to cross life and death have always been a thorn in the side of the gods of the underworld, and no one has ever succeeded.

So, even if my father took out the precious Dragon Ball, there was a high chance that he would be rejected......

Once that white fox boy refuses to do this, even if he successfully obtains the divine blood with just the ink dyeing family, can he really save the soul that has been dead for three years from the underworld?

Not to mention......

"Muhua Kai Yaji is a god of flowers, not a god who rules the netherworld or the realm of life and death."

"Bathing in His blood, even if you become a living god, can you really enter the underworld?"

Zi Ji has always had such worries in her heart.

But since her mother's unexpected death three years ago, my father has become increasingly depressed and has gone crazy to resurrect her mother, and she really doesn't know what to say.

"Father, what do you think......

"Oh no, Lord Purple, that samurai, he, he, he's gone!"

Zi Ji turned around sharply and asked:

"How did he not see?"

After the panting little witches chattered things clearly, Zi Ji came to the guest room, looked at the scraps of paper left on the ground, and observed them for a while, thoughtfully.

"It's a very subtle Shikijin, but it's different from the Kamo family, the Asakura family, and the Abe family, which side is it?"

"The inheritance of Yin-Yang Dao is orderly, and the evolution of magic is traceable, in the final analysis, it all comes from the Yin-Yang Doctrine and the Book of Changes in the ancient East, and it can be known from the source...... The major families of the Yin and Yang Dao, there shouldn't be anyone who is embarrassed by my family, right? ”

Unexpectedly, before the ceremony officially began, such a change occurred, and Zi Ji became a little flustered.

Subconsciously, she waved off the group of apprentice shrine maidens, came to the cherry blossom tree, and fell to her knees.

"Lady Kinohana Kai Yaki, is this your will?"

"Are you warning me?"

……

"The murderous knife that killed the demon, I don't know what grade it is? It's a nuisance. ”

In the Heian period, the charm was rampant, and even the great nobles of Kyoto were unbearable, and they could only barely suppress Kyoto with the power of the entire Yin and Yang Liao.

At this time, there are a lot of demon knives.

Some very weak monsters, even ordinary people can be expelled with sticks, and some demon knives are named demon knives just by killing this kind of miscellaneous monsters...... In fact, it is still a parallel import.

"The murderous knife that slashed and killed many monsters, it should be more than that, maybe you can run out and chat with people or something...... This family is very strange! ”

Lin Zhengyang chose a frontal invasion.

After judging the situation between friend and foe, he made this choice.

"Na...... Script, are you sure that my task is so simple? Just touch the trunk of a tree and you can take away the divinity? ”

Walking on the mountain road shrouded in the shade of trees, Lin Zhengyang was vigilant around him, and at the same time communicated with the transparent panel in his heart.

I don't know if it's his delusion, it seems that this thing is getting more and more active.

"As long as you get close to that tree, I can collect divine power, and it takes at least fifteen seconds for one person."

"In addition, I want to correct that this task is for me, and I am the main force to complete the task, and you are just assisting from the side."

"With your half-level of spells, as well as the level of internal strength that has just started, you can't touch such a thing as divinity."

The script is surprisingly active, changing from the cold in the past.

"I still want to know, why did you find me, why did you cross over, what is going on in this world?"

"I have a lot of questions, a lot!"

"Also, what should I call you?"