Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 860
Chapter 860
Meihong was shocked, but she didn’t feel the same fear as ordinary girls. Instead, she was full of interest. The steps under her feet also started briskly and followed Liang Yiluo to look around.
“Do you mean there are monsters here?”
Meihong asked excitedly.
Liang Yiluo glanced at Meihong in surprise, and smiled helplessly. As a girl, she was actually interested in monsters.
“It’s just that there are some demon qi here, it should be some kind of ancient item, and it is producing spiritual wisdom… No, it is very likely that the spiritual wisdom has already been generated, but it is impossible to gather enough spiritual qi to turn into an entity.”
Liang Yiluo took a look at this abandoned warehouse that was shrouded by the onmyo technique barrier, and said so.
“Do you need someone to help you find it?”
This big room is connected to many small rooms and is full of debris. It is really difficult to find a specific item in this big room.
“No, I just do it myself.”
“Meihong, be careful, don’t trip and break her body.”
“Do not worry!”
Sister Hong held the hem of her kimono with her hands, revealing a piece of pink calf. Wearing clogs and cotton socks, she jumped and jumped, very flexible. It seems that she used to be in this Fujiwara mansion before. Running like a wild girl.
Liang Yiluo looked at her very relaxed, and went with her.
The dilapidated debris in the house piled up into a hill, blocking the sunlight coming in from the outside, making it extremely dark.
In the mottled shadow, Meihong looked at Liang Yiluo’s back, suddenly shy.
No one came to this place at all. If Liang Yiluo was going to do something to her, she couldn’t resist.
Just when Meihong was thinking about it, Liang Yiluo suddenly smiled and said, “Ha, I finally found it.”
Meihong quickly shook off the Yi Nian from the bottom of her heart, and looked intently at the place where Liangyi fell, only to see a lot of debris piled up there, nothing strange.
When she was wondering, she saw Liang Yiluo stretch out his hand and grabbed it. The sundries made of wood, stone, or metal, in Meihong’s surprised eyes, turned into fine sand and disappeared with the wind.
Meihong didn’t have time to marvel at Liang Yiluo’s extraordinary actions and strength. She discovered in vain that behind the debris was an ordinary wall, but on that wide wall, there were countless masks!
These masks are covered with dust, and the gorgeous colors of the masks are blinded, and there is only one piece of gray, but through the dim light and shadow, Meihong still sees that those masks are made up of various expressions. When you see it, it will even make people feel frightened, as if they have gathered all human emotions, in this dim messy room, they are like evil spirits.
Female face masks, blessing masks, prajna masks, elderly masks, fire men masks, fox masks, ape masks, tengu masks, lion head masks, boy masks, not only human life wasted, but also monsters familiar to humans. face.
“Ah, this is the mask used in Noh performance.”
Meihong said in surprise, covering her mouth.
Although Noh has existed about three hundred years ago, it was still very rudimentary at that time. It is a form of performance that has only recently become popular.
“One, two, three, four…” Mei Hong, whose curiosity was raised, counted the number of masks on the wall, and pointed her little hand one by one.
“Don’t count, there are sixty-six in total…”
Liang Yiluo glanced over, remembering the number by heart, and patted Meihong’s head with a smile.
The younger sister blushed, she only felt that she was really useless, and she didn’t even do a few small things like masks.
“Sixty-six…This number should be Qin Hesheng’s mask.”
Liang Yiluo muttered to himself with interest…
Meihong just listened quietly. She only learned some basic words from her mother. She didn’t know much about history. She used to be unwelcome. In addition, as a woman of this age, Meihong’s knowledge It’s not big.
Liang Yiluo looked at these masks, and explained his sister-in-law red said: “Qin Hesheng was the leader of the Qin clan in the Asuka Era, and the patron of Prince Shotoku. He is the founder of Noh, right? Official slaves were able to manage finances in the end, and he was also a talented person. According to legend, Prince Shotoku himself made 66 masks and asked Qin Hesheng to take them around the country. The first was to preach The reign of Prince Shotoku, the second is to spread the Noh drama, now it seems that these masks are those made by the gods of the year.”
Liang Yi Luo squinted his eyes, and these masks made by Feng Cong Er’s sons had almost turned into a mournful mind due to the precipitation of time.
“Then why are these masks at the Fujiwara house?”
Meihong asked suspiciously.
“That’s another piece of history…”
The eyes of Akashya of Liangyilu see through the past and present, and found true historical facts in those half-true historical legends. “After Prince Shotoku’s death, the ancient emperor died again, in order to fight for the emperor. The boss, the descendants of Prince Shotoku and the descendants of the orthodox emperor began to fight, but unfortunately, at that time Qin Hesheng didn’t know if his head was twitched. He was obviously the favorite of the son of Fengcong. When watching the battle, Prince Shotoku lost a lot of money, died to death, and ran away. In the end, he took refuge in the Suga clan.”
“Then…” Liang Yiluo glanced at Meihong, and said relaxedly: “Meihong, your ancestors destroyed the Suwo clan. Qin Hesheng’s whereabouts were unknown at the time, and he wanted to come in the same turmoil. It’s dead in the middle, his things were naturally snatched by the Fujiwara family.”
The current Suwo clan has long become a vassal of the Fujiwara clan, but the Suga clan is also a great noble in the past, and therefore Fujiwara did not wait to marry the Suga prostitute.
Mei Hong was dizzy, and the secrets of history that Liang Yiluo said made her dizzy, and she didn’t know what it was.
“Haha! Little Sister Hong don’t care about these, these masks, I will take them away!”.
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Liang Yiluo took off the mask with the female face and brushed the dust on it. The other sixty-five masks seemed to be attracted by it, one by one flying in the air, and then overlapped and covered. In the hands of Liangyiluo.
Meihong looked at this spectacular scene in surprise. More than sixty masks resembled dancing butterflies and happily flying birds, turning into a unified one like a tired bird returning to its nest.
“Go, sister red!”
Regardless of Meihong’s surprise, she directly grabbed her little hand, and Liang Yi walked outside the house.
“There is nothing good to see here.”
Just stepping over the wooden door, the summer-burning air rushed toward her face, Mei Hong squinted her eyes, avoiding the dazzling light.
A wide sleeve hem blocked the sister’s red face, causing her to suddenly come to the sun’s eyes from the darkness, and gradually adapt.
Opening his eyes wide, watching the gentle and considerate Liang Yi Luo on the side, Meihong’s heart bursts with warmth, he is just like his mother, always taking care of himself in a small place, with countless small movements gathered together , Is a very moving world.
“Duke Liangyi, Patriarch has returned.”
Pulling Meihong did not go far, I saw the butler of Fujiwara’s family hurried over, stopped at a place two meters away from Liangyiluo, bowed his head and said respectfully.
“Duke Fujiwara has returned…”
Liang Yiluo nodded faintly, and then smiled softly at Meihong: “Then Meihong will go by herself first. I will see your father. After two days, I will take you to see that person. ”
Meihong nodded lightly, and stepped aside very obediently, not much involved in the affairs of Liang Yiluo and her father.
“Lead the way…”
With a wave of the sleeve, Liang Yiluo’s expression became cold again. The butler did not express any difference between the treatment he and Meihong received, but respectfully led the way.
Stepping across the wooden bridge on the creek from the Mengyin Trail, the house where I met Fujiwara Bubi for the first time appeared in Ryogoku’s field of vision.
“Gong Liangyi, please!”