The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"The kid over there with Yuko? Ah, the boy you mentioned, I remember the name seems to be..."

"Dragon—not only does he act recklessly, but he also has a false name."

"On this point, I feel the same way."

Generally speaking, there is no suitable content other than life when discussing things in the middle of the night. It's just that these two people are discussing other people's lives - no, it is too early to conclude that the other person is a human being.

Understanding Yakumo Purple's intention, Master Xuan expressed his opinion: "At least he won't be a complicated guy. That boy is still very pure."

After a short silence, Yakumo Purple said calmly: "I hope your ability to see people has not become the same as your age."

"Isn't it rude to say this to an elderly person?"

Master Xuan's words naturally placed him in a position similar to that of an elder, and Yakumo Murasaki didn't mind this. After all, considering Master Xuan's age, he could definitely bear the title of "grandfather" to anyone.

"You seem worried about something?" Master Xuan saw Yakumo Zi's hesitation and asked calmly: "What happened?"

"Nothing, I just heard an even more chaotic plan from a random guy."

Yakumo Murasaki did not explain clearly, but changed the topic and suddenly asked: "Master Xuan, do you think there really is a world where humans and monsters can live together in peace?"

Master Xuan's half-lidded eyes were slightly raised, and his clear pupils reflected the figure of Yakumo Murasaki.

"No, nothing, we just said it casually." Yakumo Purple smiled, her eyes slowly turned to the conspicuous half of the torii gate in front, and her tone gradually became cheerful: "Ara, you haven't repaired it yet? "

"You know Li Meng's character," when talking about Li Meng, Master Xuan couldn't help but sigh: "If that boy hadn't come, I'm afraid she would have gone to Kyoto sooner or later."

"Hey, isn't that fun? If you want to break into Kyoto, you must remember to call us." Yakumo Zi gloated.

"It's impossible," Mr. Xuan said slowly, "The first thing Li Meng did when he saw you was to kill you. Don't forget, she is also a Hakurei shrine maiden after all."

"Where is the shrine maiden?" Yakumo Murasaki raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "To be honest, we have never known which god the Hakurei Shrine enshrines?"

Master Xuan was stunned, obviously not expecting that the topic would come to this: "Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Hoho~"

Xuan Ye's appearance is consistent with his age, and his life experience as an elder has given him an aura of calm expression despite the collapse of mountains. Therefore, it is rare for Yakumo Purple to see the other party avoid a topic so straightforwardly.

No one could stop the curiosity. Yakumo Zi walked forward with great interest and asked: "Master Xuan, there is no one else here, so let's talk. We are very curious."

". It's not a great god, it's just an inconspicuous little god who ranks at the bottom of the eight million gods." Master Xuan stopped talking, it was more obvious that he was escaping from something.

"Lying," Yakumo Purple's eyes were burning, and she was not dismissed at all: "Is this a lie?"

Miko serve the gods, and there is an inevitable connection between the two. Most intuitively speaking, a miko who worships a powerful god also agrees to be powerful. After all, most of the power of a miko comes from the god she worships.

Despite the fact that Li Meng usually struggled to chase a divine jade, leaving aside the power of her abilities, when it came to her combat effectiveness in a head-on confrontation, even Yakumo Murasaki herself could not match her.

That unreasonable and powerful spiritual power had no other explanation other than a miracle. Even Master Xuan said that Li Meng's spiritual power was the best he had ever seen in his life.

Yakumo Murasaki didn't believe that the so-called talent would have such an unreasonable bonus, so the only thing that could be explained was the blessing from the Hakurei Shrine behind Reimu.

Who on earth is it? Just by relying on the word Hakurei, you can't guess that there is any connection with that god, and judging from Li Meng's unreasonable spiritual power, the other party is definitely not some unknown little character.

It's not that she hasn't had similar doubts before, but today she had a whim, and Master Xuan's reaction told her that there must be a very interesting story in it.

Unable to withstand Yakumo Murasaki's almost glaring look, Mr. Xuan just repeated the unconvincing answer: "He is really not a great god."

It's not that Master Xuan is hiding anything. Even if the dusty past is covered up by time, the long-lasting memory will still appear in front of his eyes when he dreams back at midnight.

There's really nothing I want to hide, I just can't say it out loud.

"There's really nothing -" Mr. Xuan was still making his last effort, but Yakumo Zi could no longer hold back her curiosity.

"If you don't tell me, Master Xuan, we will go find it ourselves!"

"Well?"

It was impossible to stop Yakumo Zi from entering the gap at a speed far beyond Xuan Ye's reflexes. He could only silently turn his head to the utility room behind the shrine and let out another helpless sigh.

The structure of Hakurei Shrine is very simple, or rather crude. Apart from the torii gate and the main shrine, there are only residences and utility rooms in the backyard.

The residence is naturally the place where Reimu, Shenyu and the others rest. No matter how you think about it, there won't be any clues, so the first thing Yakumo Murasaki entered was the utility room, so——

"Cough cough cough!!"

I don't know if I rushed too hard or if this bastard Aimu never cleaned this place at all. Yakumo Murasaki who came out of the gap was so choked by the dust that she wanted to lift the roof for a moment.

Probably because there was still a trace of integrity in her heart that inspired her remaining conscience. Considering the possibility of Aimu going berserk, Yakumo Murasaki showed mercy and did not throw the dust and the house into the gap.

At a glance, the utility room is filled with all kinds of dusty objects, from old daily necessities to broken farm tools. The things here seem to cover the evolution of the Hakurei Shrine, so it is most appropriate to use a variety of items. .

But this kind of scene is not what Yakumo Purple wants to see.

"Almost all of it is garbage."

Muttering to himself in disappointment, he walked past the wooden frame filled with debris. The blessing of the demon power allowed Yakumo Purple to see everything in the room clearly in the dark without the aid of light.

Although most of them are useless junk, there are also special ones.

"Spiritual Fluctuations"

That weak spiritual power was like a star in the dark night. Yakumo Purple noticed it immediately, pinched her nose and pulled him out from the hill of debris, a small bag wrapped in cloth.

The fluctuations of spiritual power are transmitted from its body. From this point of view, it seems that the spiritual power is used to protect the things inside.

Yakumo Purple gently opened the outer layer of the package with her hands. Inside was something she had never seen before. The square wooden frame wrapped the crystal clear wall like a mirror lake. From this light weight It doesn't seem to be a precious material, but the workmanship is so amazing.

But to Yakumo Purple's surprise, there was still something behind. There seemed to be something wrapped behind the crystal wall that she had never seen before.

"painting?"

It was so exquisite that even Yakumo Murasaki couldn't distinguish it. What kind of great painter could condense such a delicate "painting" onto a piece of paper no bigger than a palm.

In the painting, there are girls in strange clothes flying in the sky on a broomstick, a strange boy running away with a money box, a furious red and white shrine maiden holding a royal coin, a half-spiritual garden master holding a long sword, and holding a parasol. The blue and white maid, the ghost clan that persuades people to drink, the flying tengu, the playing goblin, and the blond monster hiding in the gap.

"Is this us?"

Thanks, the slight taste of tea is in my heart now, book friend 20181213000631144, for the reward