Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

This summer has been exceptionally rainy, and the water vapor brought from Tokyo Bay will form cloud dragons in the sky at any time, causing downpours of rain.

Under the heavy rain like a curtain, an ancient shrine is hidden.

This neon traditional shrine does not plant the cherry blossoms that the people love, but the bamboos are green and the ancient cypresses are high-spirited.

Every part of the garden has been pruned by national masters. This place can be said to be the ultimate neon garden.

A few octogenarians wearing wide safari clothes holding ivory or white jade boards stepped up the moss-covered stone steps neatly. They stopped in front of the screen wall of the shrine, bowed and waited to be summoned.

A man wearing an ancient servant's costume came out with small steps, "My lords, Your Majesty has summoned you."

The octogenarians tidied up their clothes in a calm manner. Even through the heavy rain like a curtain, there was no water drop on them. They are the greatest onmyojis of this era.

Walking into this shrine, there is no shrine enshrined on the main hall, only a screen with a chrysanthemum pattern.

The owner of this shrine itself is a god, so naturally there is no need to enshrine other gods in one's own home.

The old people knelt down in their seats in an orderly manner, waiting solemnly for the arrival of the master.

A tone like the cry of a crane, like a gorgeous opening speech, announced the appearance of the owner here, and there was an extra figure behind the screen at some point.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." The old people who understood the Crane language bowed their thanks.

They looked at each other, and finally an old man wearing a hunting uniform with the sign of platycodon grandiflora came out more and more. He said with a salute, "Your Majesty, please order to re-establish the Yin-Yang Liao, and be in charge of the world's ghosts and gods."

Perhaps these words are too heavy, even the one who is considered to be the incarnation of a god in the world, didn't know how to speak for a while.

"I need a reason to convince the world, Tu Yumenqing." The voice came from behind the screen.

"Your Majesty, why do you need to persuade the people of the world? People in the world will naturally be persuaded by our yin and yang way." The contemporary head of Tu Yumen said every word.

"Can Yin-Yang Dao really convince the world?" the figure behind the screen asked with a smile, as if he had heard something funny.

"If you don't agree, of course you have to fight." Master Tu Yumen replied with a serious face.

"Oh?" The voice behind the screen raised slightly, "Are you sure? This is not the era of Lord Qingming."

"Back then, our ancestors were surrounded by a group of ghosts and opened up the Yin-Yang Dao. It's just that our descendants were unworthy and failed to pass on the mantle, which caused the ancestors to be ashamed."

Speaking of this, Master Tuyumen's voice was low, as if he was remembering his ancestors.

"However, Your Majesty, Lord Seimei has been born again." Master Tu Yumen said proudly.

'Birth of birth' is generally only used on lives that transcend mortals.

"Mr. Qingming? Your experiment was successful?" The figure behind the screen put his hands on his knees and stood up excitedly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, we have succeeded, and the sacrifice of dozens of generations is worth it." The head of Tu Yumen said with a choked voice.

"It actually succeeded..." The figure behind the screen was still unbelievable.

After a while, he digested all the information, "So today, you five families of Yin and Yang came together to intimidate me?"

"I dare not wait." The five octogenarians lowered their heads, but there was no guilt in their voices.

In the end, Patriarch Tuyumen raised his head, his eyes were burning, as if he wanted to penetrate the screen and face the person behind the screen, "Although your majesty is a descendant of heaven, you can leave a way out for yourself."

"Bold." The attendant was furious, and the Wuban in his hand seemed to be the next one to slash at the Patriarch of Tuyumen.

"Back off." The figure behind the screen shouted, and the other party dared to speak like this, so he naturally had something to rely on.

"Your Majesty, a new war between the three noble sons is about to begin, and the turmoil this time may be far greater than before." Patriarch Tuyumen said in a deep voice, as if telling a fact.

"Can you control the battle between the noble sons?" The person behind the screen sneered.

Even if Lord Qingming is alive, he is just a bigger ant in front of them.

"Then what if Your Majesty can order the ghosts and gods in the world?" Patriarch Tu Yumen said in a low voice.

"What's the meaning?"

"Isn't Yinyang Liao established to control the world's ghosts and gods?"

"Can you help me control the ghosts and gods in the world?"

"We can't." Patriarch Tuyumen shook his head, and then said enthusiastically, "But Seimei can!"

"Your Majesty is the blood descendant of Iyanagi Ming. With the help of Lord Seimei, it may not be impossible to rule [Gao Tianyuan] with a son instead of a mother."

"Bold!" This time it was the person behind the screen who scolded. When his attendants heard Patriarch Tuyumen's plan, they already wanted to cut off their own ears to avoid hearing more shocking words.

However, although the owner of the screen scolded, his voice was gloomy. I don't know if it was because of hesitation, or because he was worried about alarming the heavenly beings.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" He stood up and walked back and forth behind the screen.

"Your Majesty, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If the sun and the moon are patrolling, the sea is clear and the rivers are clear, of course we have no chance, but now the sun and the moon are fighting each other, and the storm is about to come. Your Majesty, please consider it for the community."

"Let me think again." The figure behind the screen stopped.

The five octogenarians looked at each other, and paid respects one after another, "Your Majesty, please take care of the community."

The sound of wind and rain outside the window is still there, but above the main hall, even slight breathing can be heard.

The figure behind the screen swayed, and fell to the ground, "Then, let's set up a Yin-Yang room first, so that we can observe the world."

"The ministers will live up to His Majesty's great trust."

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The young Cedric was in his shrine, holding a newly received golden book and treasure in his hand. He smiled and looked at the messenger in front of him, "What does the Imperial Palace mean? Or Tsuchimikado and the others? ?”

As a great god, even the heir of the heaven in the imperial residence, in terms of legal principles, is no more than equal to himself. It is really ridiculous to want to re-establish the Yin-Yang Liao.

It's not Seimei's Heian-kyo now.

"[Thousand cranes shine on your life], this is naturally your majesty's intention." The onmyoji in hunting clothes said respectfully.

"Zun Ming is probably in urgent need of strength right now?" Onmyoji said.

"How did you see that?"

"Otherwise, Zun Ming wouldn't be so eager to proclaim his name as a god."

"Can you help me?"

"Although our Yin-Yang Dao has fallen, we still have 40% of the private sacrifices in the whole Neon. If we re-establish the Yin-Yang Liao, we will be in charge of the world's ghosts and gods, and we will also have the power to control the second sacrifice of the country."

"If you say that, those monks will not be happy."

"If Zunming joins our Yinyang Liao, we will do our best to help Zunming expand his priesthood and accept beliefs. It may not be impossible to become the head of the God of Fortune."

Cedric waved his small hand, and placed the golden book and treasure by his side, "I don't care about the head of the god of fortune, you are the first to pick me because I have no foundation, and at the same time, I am also a good signboard. up?"

The messenger remained silent.

"I support the establishment of yin and yang rooms, but I have to force a few people in."

"Please rest assured, the Yinyang Family is willing to share the control of Yinyang Liao with the real great god."

After getting Cedric's consent, the messenger withdrew happily.

Cedric looked at the figure of the other party walking out, curled his lips, "Five Schools of Yin and Yang, hey, it turns out that old people are thieves, those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes."