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The sky has set, and on the white stone ground, the simple and simple temples are lit with lights.
The light is not very bright.
In this era, due to the weakness of the imperial power and the decline of the shogunate, the daimyo blindly fought for power and profit. It was inevitable that no one would visit the shrine that was once the most respected in this land.
Affected by the war, the food supply of the shrine is not guaranteed. Even the highest-ranking priests and priests in the shrine have to plant a vegetable field behind the shrine to ensure food intake. In the eyes of future generations, all of this, using the nicest words to describe it, can be called a dull sentence.
???????????????????????????????? But for the high priests and priests of the Shrine generation, this dull atmosphere is not very difficult to bear.
The shrine became relatively dull after the Genpei War. Even the position of Zhaigu, which was always held by the imperial daughter, has long been abolished, showing that the shrine has long withdrawn from the center of power. For hundreds of years, so many generations of high priests and priests have never tasted the prosperity of the shrine in "The Tale of Genji" or "Pillow". Nowadays, affected by the war, it is just a little duller, and there is no special feeling.
?In other words, this kind of indifference is actually better for practitioners.
To support oneself and serve the gods is what a clergy should look like.
The Grand Priest and the Priestess thought this while eating the pickled radish they grew and pickled themselves, and sipping tea as light as water.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.
The Omiyaji raised his eyebrows, looked at the priest who seemed to be unaware, tasting the pickled radish with an expression of enjoyment, and sighed.
"Your Majesty, the mirror of Zhenjingjin has moved. Don't you go and have a look?"
"Master Omiyaji, that should be your job." The priest picked up another piece of pickled radish without hesitation.
"Master Priest, the thing that can make the Mirror of the True Sutra move recently is probably your witches' business." The Omiya took a sip of tea.
"Omiyaji-sama, please note that I am not a shrine maiden. And you are being disrespectful to God. Although the Shinsuketsu Mirror was originally used to reflect the dance of Amaterasu's life to attract Amaterasu Omikami, it cannot be considered It only pays attention to the witch." The priest remained unmoved.
"But after the position of Zhaigu was abolished, the priests were responsible for the training of shrine maidens." The chief minister just pretended that the priests' accusations did not exist and continued to drink tea.
"So what, I'm not a witch after all." The priest continued to eat pickled radish.
"Oh is it really okay for us to do nothing like this?" Omiyaji continued to enjoy tea.
"No one would believe someone who worries about the country while drinking tea." The priest still ate pickled radish.
"Furthermore, there are only a few shrine maidens who can attract the attention of Shinjingjin Mirror. With my spiritual power, no matter who has a problem, I can't help."
"Don't look down on yourself so much. You are the priest."
"What's the use of an official position in such a dilapidated shrine, andmy position as the priest is not left over by the two most qualified people fifty years ago?"
"I don't want it either. I would rather start my own business than inherit our poor settlement, and they are obviously not from our shrine"
"Shut up!"
"Ahh"
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This ends the skit in Ise Shrine.
In a small wooden house in the mountains in the distance, a witch with white hair, demonic eyes, and purple-black robes had an indifferent expression on her face, and her eyes were unblinkingly admiring a piece of green light emitting in her hand. Complete jade.
That is the Jade of Four Souls. The miko's name is Tsubaki.
¡°Perhaps it was her strange movements that were noticed by the Mirror of Shinjingjin.
After all, fifty years ago, she was also one of the candidates for the position of head priest of Ise Shrine.
But now it is no longer possible for her to sit in that position.
To be more precise, as early as fifty years ago, when she became jealous of another miko and even degenerated into a black miko, her candidate position was lost.
But she doesn't care.
Fifty years ago I didn¡¯t care.
The priest of Ise Jingu Shrine?
What is the use?
Can it bring her strength?
The mirror of Zhenjingjin?
An artifact is an artifact, but she is not interested in an artifact that is equivalent to the Eye of Amaterasu and can only be used to see. Moreover, using the Shinjutsu Mirror is equivalent to calling Amaterasu Omikami, and Tsubaki has no interest in living under the gaze of the god all day long.
She just wants to hold the power in her own handsHere, use your own hands to dominate the world.
Fifty years ago, if it hadn't been for that guy, if it hadn't been for that guy, the Four Souls Jade would have been in her hands, and it would have been the cornerstone of her domination of the world! Instead of waiting until now, the Four Souls Jade is not only incomplete, but also controlled by a monster. I can only borrow it!
But it¡¯s fine now, Platycodon! Chun called out the name she had hated for fifty years in her heart.
Now, the Jade of Four Souls has finally fallen into my hands. I heard that monster say, have you been reincarnated? And the reincarnation body hasn¡¯t done any practice yet?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha¡¡
That¡¯s okay. If you hadn¡¯t died, my revenge might be more troublesome. But the little girl who has been reincarnated and has not done any spiritual practice is the best target for my revenge.
Use the blood of your reincarnation to congratulate me, Tsubaki, on your fifty-year belated domination.
When I complete my revenge and take the opportunity to control the Four Souls Jade, Naraku, this monster who dares to use me, will also use your life to repent!
Holding the Jade of the Four Souls in hand, a storm arose in Chun's heart.
But after fifty years, her city has become very deep. She still looked indifferent on the surface.
This kind of suppression also made her calm down quickly.
Although it seems simple,
It¡¯s better to prepare more.
Chun put away the Four Souls Jade, walked to the corner of the wooden house, and opened a small box.
Inside are some magic weapons of witches.
But because of her corruption, she can no longer use more than half of the magic weapons here.
¡°However, she has been corrupted for fifty years. During these fifty years, she has also collected some magical weapons suitable for use by a black witch.
??Especially this recent one.
Although she didn¡¯t like the appearance, it was the most powerful magical weapon she had ever seen in fifty years.
The power contained in it even exceeds that of Platycodon's spiritual bow back then.
And she likes the meaning of this magical weapon very much.
Chun thought as he took out the magic weapon from the box.
That was a short sword that was one foot long.
The blade of the sword is like autumn water, and it is obviously a sword of at least the level of a famous sword.
"The sword of the past without regrets?" Tsubaki recalled the words from the trembling human's mouth.
¡°It¡¯s a perfect fit for me.¡±
"Even in fifty years, I will not give up my hatred for that guy Kikyo."
¡°Fifty years later, I will never forget that guy¡¯s appearance.¡±
"Fifty years later, I will never forget how she humiliated me."
"And for more than fifty years, my name is Chun. In this land, it is just the name of camellia. But on the other side of the sea, the place where this word originated, I am an ancient tree, with eight thousand years as spring, and eight thousand years as spring. A thousand years is autumn.¡±
"As long as this lasts, I will still not give up my hatred."
??Eight thousand years old in the Spring and Autumn Period, I, Chun, have nothing but hatred. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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