Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 1267
Chapter 1267
“However, your pain is only temporary, and soon you will discover that your destiny has already changed. You will not stay on the edge of **** forever and have nowhere to go. You will not be constrained by **** for your life. Actually, you should thank me, love…”
Muttered to himself in a low voice, Liang Yiluo stepped forward and walked to the small village.
Everything is planned, and the events that will happen in the next ten years have been recorded in the pupils of Akashia in Liangyiluo.
If you want to defeat themselves, the Onmyojis will definitely think of summoning Taishan Mansion, and the love in front of them is the necessary props for them.
Liang Yiluo needs to see Prince Taishan, whether it is the real body or the avatar, but if he personally summons others, the will that seems to be restrained and merges with the death of this world is definitely not. Come to see yourself.
Therefore, he needs to borrow the hands of others, and Onmyoji is naturally the best choice.
The two instruments need to take away the right of the underworld from the hand of Taishan Mansion!
He raised his head and looked at the path outside the woods. An old Onmyoji came by just in time. He was the head of a certain Onmyoji family, and was tricked here by the tricks of the two.
“You will see what happened here, and after six years, you will remember what happened here.”
With a slight tick at the corner of his mouth, everything is silent, everything is in my control.
Holding the universe in hand, controlling the world, the pleasure of playing with others and the destiny of this world is more comfortable than human taking drugs.
“Love… During the years you are alive, I will give you the happiness you deserve, whether it is materially or spiritually… This is in return for sacrificing for me…”
Item 0170
There is a custom in the quiet mountain village that is very uncomfortable to modern people. They worship a seven-year-old girl like a mountain **** every seven years, thinking that the village will be rich in the next seven years.
This is a world where there are gods and monsters. Humans respect gods and fear monsters, so this custom has been maintained.
It’s just that ignorant human beings don’t know, whether they are gods or monsters, they don’t need such useless sacrifices. What they need is faith and fear.
The snow is flying, I don’t know if the cherry blossoms in spring are missing, the pure white snowflakes cover the earth, and the cold falls, causing the whole land to fall into icy cold and bitterness.
Winter is the last season that people in ancient times want to see. Every winter, some people will starve to death and some will freeze to death, but tenacious humans are still working hard to live.
And love, since seeing that strange person in spring, has never seen him again until now.
“But why did you choose love!!”
In Love’s home, Sentaro roared angrily.
This is a dilapidated hut, a small house built with wood and straw. Although small, it is very warm.
There is a pothole in the center of the house, which is filled with firewood, and on top of the small hole is a pot, burning with steaming boiling water.
In this era, there is no heating and no air conditioning. In addition to putting on as much clothes as possible, this is how to keep warm. Moreover, these fires can also be used as light at night, and ordinary people cannot buy candles at all.
This is the home of love, a family that barely makes a living.
Facing Sentaro’s roar, the parents of love were speechless. They just lowered their heads in silence, holding in their hands the shrine maiden costumes and some cosmetic sacrifice items that were sent by the **** of the shrine not long ago.
This pair of young people is not big. In this age when they got married and had children very early, they were only in their early twenties, but their miserable lives made their faces wrinkled. They looked more like wrinkles in shabby clothes Middle-aged man in his 30s and 40s.
Sentaro just yelled and didn’t say anything. He also knew the reason for choosing love.
It’s simple, because everyone in the village thinks that love is a monster. It is worthwhile to use a monster that hates and wants to kill as a sacrifice in exchange for the village’s harvest in the next seven years.
It’s just that Sentaro didn’t think so. He didn’t think that love was a monster, and he didn’t want love to die like this. It’s just that he, who is young, couldn’t save love.
Kneeling and sitting there like a doll, Ai didn’t respond, as if she didn’t know that she was about to be sacrificed to the gods as a sacrifice, and let her parents put on a light makeup for her.
Rouge, pink, and delicate red lips exuded alluring charm on the seven-year-old child, but the little girl’s expressionless face, like a puppet-like pretty face, completely destroyed this beauty.
Wearing a headdress, tied a Buddha bell, and put on a witch costume made of fine silk and satin for love.
It is ironic to say that the most beautiful and best piece of clothing in this village is not for people, but for sacrifices that are about to die.
The faint rouge made Love’s face look white and red, and the heavy snow outside under the protection of the shrine maiden’s clothes didn’t seem to be so cold anymore.
“Sentaro…”
The loving parents spoke softly.
The two people’s faces were firm, looking at the obedient love sitting there on their knees. She was the child of the two, the crystallization of the two, and they couldn’t just give up like this after all.
“We want to…please do one thing…”
Sentaro looked up blankly, but after seeing the firm expression of his loving parents, he seemed to understand something…
Love, who was sitting on her knees, suddenly raised her head. She turned her head and looked down the window to the snow-covered ground. In the distance, it seemed as if a figure walked slowly under the blizzard. It was so far apart, but Love seemed to be watching When that person was looking at her, smiling faintly.
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The shabby torii gate is tied with charms. On the table in front of the shrine, various vegetables and meat are placed. Those are sacrifices to the gods. Above the table, there is a thick string of candles hanging there. The fire is burning. This rather crude ceremony is the most solemn ritual in this small village.
“Ding Ding Dong Dang…”
The clear and sweet voice of the Buddha’s bells spread far away. This is the top of the mountain where the shrine is located. A long ramp stepped by people leads to the nearby village. I love to be in the company of my parents and other villagers. The witch costume, step by step towards the shrine on the top of the mountain, ready to meet his own destiny.
The head of the shrine, that is, the head of the village, dressed in formal clerical attire, shook his hands around with a coin in his hand, chanting words, and speaking, in Liang Yi Luo’s eyes, there was no mysterious sacrificial language.
“Then, go to the mountain **** with a purified body and mind…”
After finishing the preparatory work, the God Lord just turned his head and glanced at the kneeling three people, and said calmly.
Ai, who was dressed in the red and white witch costume, bowed her head deeply, and there was still no expression on her face. It was her somewhat indifferent look that would be considered by the villagers to be a monster.
Love is not like a human being at all…
Love did not speak, and her parents did not speak, but after a respectful kowtow, she slowly left the shrine with love, and walked towards the back mountain of the shrine, where there is a small bird’s-eye view. Love will be locked in. Inside, as a sacrifice, slowly waiting to die.
After Torii was called the kingdom of gods, when Ryogi fell to the shrine where he worshipped, there would be a momentary illusion that he was almighty there, but the current Ryogi was standing at this shrine. Inside, there was no sign of any gods.
He indifferently watched the villagers lighting torches and sending love to death together. The gods they believed in did not exist at all. These guys were just a group of really ignorant villagers.
In this age when almost all the gods have fallen, even if there are gods, in addition to the existence like Shenqi that is almost detached from this world, they are also some guys similar to monsters.
“You really were born in one of the worst times…love…”
Liang Yiluo tilted his head and smiled lightly at Ai who was slowly moving forward.
He stood in the crowd, no one nearby seemed to see him, but subconsciously bypassed him and left.
Ai raised her head, widened her brown eyes, and saw Liang Yiluo again, the strange man who seemed to be haunting her deeply, like a ghost.
Item 0171
“Love, it’s here…”