Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

Bend your right knee and rest your right elbow on your knee.

In his right hand, he held the empty glass that he had just drunk.

Opposite him was Boya sitting cross-legged.

Between the two of them was a half-bottle of wine and a plate of grilled sweetfish sprinkled with salt.

Beside the saucer was a lamp with a flame flickering.

"Let's talk about curses today~"

There was a smile on Seimei's lips that seemed to be lightly rouged.

"Another curse? Seimei..."

"Correct."

"My head started hurting again."

Seeing what Boya said, Seimei smiled.

Qingming has talked about the topic of curses several times. The shortest curse in the world is "name", and the stones on the roadside are also cursed.

The more I listen, the less I understand.

When Qingming said it, he seemed to understand, but when he finished explaining and asked "what's the matter?", he immediately became confused again.

"Of course, mantras are used to drive shikigami, but mantras must also be used to instruct people."

"..."

"Using money or spells are fundamentally the same. Moreover, like "name", the essence of a mantra lies in the person—that is, whether the person being driven is willing to accept the bondage of the mantra... ..."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this."

Boya waved his hand and ended the topic.

"Let's talk about the purpose of your visit. For example, where did this sweetfish come from?"

Qingming smiled.

"Chusuke Senju."

"It should be in front of Facheng Temple."

"You know him well. His house is near the Kamogawa River, where he lives by raising ospreys."

"I also know that he is your relative."

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you."

"What's wrong with him?"

"A strange thing happened to his granddaughter..."

"What's weird?"

"Probably something strange done by a monster—his granddaughter was possessed."

"Oh~!"

Qingming straightened her body, her eyes locked on Boya's lips: "Tell me about the specific situation."

"You should know that Chusuke Senju built a house on the west side of the Kamogawa River not far from Hoseiji Temple, and lived with his granddaughter Ayako."

"It all started when Ayako was sleeping that night..."

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Ping An Jing.

It is also a unique place in the current history of the Japanese archipelago.

Although it has been devastated by the first and second world tides, it is still the same as a proudly independent crabapple after the rain hits the plantain.

Sophisticated and beautiful.

This is still the case in this medieval era with Ampere Seimei and generations of Gongqing.

Even more authentic, refined and... poor.

Sure enough, we can't expect anything from the Middle Ages Times.

If the modern Heian-kyo is like a delicate crystal flower, then the current Heian-kyo is a half-rotted lotus.

Although the original charm can be seen, the breath brought by human life still stains this charm with a layer of corruption.

After all, the sanitary conditions and social public conditions in the Middle Ages could not be compared with modern ones.

And the real buildings in the middle ages are not as beautiful as the modern ones—otherwise, wouldn't the annual maintenance costs of so many historical sites in Heian-kyo be wasted.

"Guest, let's go somewhere."

The old man driving the ox cart stopped at the gate of Heianjing.

"Thank you, old man."