Kyoto Shenyin Love Story

Chapter 217 Origin and Dream

Aiming at Shijo Karasuma, the long procession of priests and priestesses continued on in eerie silence.

The sun is getting higher and higher, scorching the ground, and the temperature is also rising.

Soya raised his arm, wiped the sweat from his brow with his sunburned black sacrificial robe, and let out a mouthful of stale air.

Seeing this, Tianzi Ju smiled, then stretched out his finger, and touched his forehead.

"..."

The scorching heat subsided, followed by a disturbing coldness, and Soya immediately remembered the dead land that he managed to escape from.

He took a step back and got away from her fingertips, only to get out of the gradually enveloping cold atmosphere, and more cold sweat had already flowed out from behind.

"Ha ha……"

The Orange Emperor didn't say anything, and withdrew his hand.

The sudden accident made Soya stop for a few seconds, Kyoko and the rest of the spiritual senses behind him also stopped, and the whole team maintained a strange silence;
He caught up again, and they followed suit.

When he spoke again, Tenko Tachibana didn't explain why he chose Kyoko to disappoint Chao Wuling again, but talked about the origin of the Gion Festival on his own.

"At that time, it hadn't been long since I moved here...it really wasn't long for me. The people who lived in Kyoto were still a bunch of barbarians. When they died, they were thrown outside the city of Kyoto, and they were called 'wind burials'."

She raised her finger and drew a circle, "The city of Kyoto is surrounded by mass graves, and there is no clean place."

"There are corpses everywhere. In summer, the smell outside the city of Kyoto is unbearable. Later, more people moved to Kyoto, and more people died. The piles of corpses became the source of the plague."

"It was also summer at that time, and the plague intensified, and soon swept across the entire capital... Heian capital has become not at all safe."

Tianzi Ju suddenly remembered something, and reminded him: "All of Ling's people died in that plague."

"..."

Soya was silent for a few seconds, "Really."

She went on.

"Not only civilians, but nobles like the Asagiri family are also dying more and more. I don't know what those barbarians think, they actually carried the statue from the Yasaka Shrine to parade the streets, trying to drive away the plague."

The Orange Emperor paused for a moment, then turned to look at him, "Unexpectedly, the plague was really slowly driven away. Fang Ming thinks why?"

Soya thought for a while, "Is it the teacher who made the move?"

Tianzi Orange laughed in surprise, "I didn't expect Fangming to have such expectations of me... I am the ruler of Huangquan. Unfortunately, I didn't do anything."

"..."

He pursed his lower lip and thought for a second, "Could it be because of the bell?"

"Yes."

She nodded, "Ling read a lot of medical books brought back from Tang, and found a way to deal with the plague."

"Before I noticed, Ling organized a group of people to treat the sick, isolate, and burn the corpses in and outside the city of Kyoto. After a while, the plague was really under her control."

Soya was silent.

There is no such record in the official history, only the plague in Kyoto gradually subsided after the Niutou Heavenly King toured Kyoto;
Therefore, in order to prevent the plague from making a comeback, this kind of ceremony was kept, and it was held once a year until it developed into today's Gion Festival.

"Although there is no practical significance, the Gion Festival has more and more tricks. In the first 200 years, I was quite looking forward to it. Although it becomes boring later, it can barely pass a month."

Tianzi Ju sighed, "People nowadays only think about how to restore the previous rituals, but they don't know that the more similar they are, the more boring they will be."

Soya couldn’t empathize with this point. “The Gion Festival is held once a year. For ordinary people, it’s hard to get tired of seeing it. The only people who have seen it from ancient times to today are only Sensei and Suzu.”

"No." She shook her head, "Ling was not interested in the Gion Festival from the very beginning. In the past few decades, she was willing to accompany me perfunctorily, but then I was the only one who saw it from beginning to end."

"..."

After all, acknowledging the Gion Festival is tantamount to denying her own efforts to eradicate the plague. It is only natural for Zhao Wuling to scoff at this... However, she agreed to his invitation without hesitation. He came together to watch the Yamaboko parade.

As for Tianzi Orange, as the repeated festivals were staged again and again, just watching from the sidelines was no longer enough to relieve boredom, so she decided to join in.

"From the coachman to the musician, or the god double sitting on the float, I have personally experienced it. I have to say, it is indeed more interesting than just watching."

"yes."

Sogu thought for a while, then looked at the confused spiritualists around him, "Because they will find the teacher, so..."

"——No. If there is such a spiritual person, I really want to know it."

Tangerine shook his head with a cold smile on his face.

"I just think it's so rare that there are so many psychics gathered together, it's really unreasonable not to tease me-after all, they torture me every day."

She raised one hand and waved in front of her, as if grabbing a transparent silk thread that he couldn't see, and then squeezed it tightly again.

The marching team suddenly stopped.

"Well!"

Sogu looked back and saw that Kyoko, Yuzi and the other spiritual beings were all covering their throats, with painful expressions on their faces.

"teacher!"

Ju Tianzi let go of his hand, unable to hide the emotion aroused in his heart, and looked at him indifferently.

"Don't worry, although I really want to kill them like this, I'm more afraid of the consequences of doing so."

"..."

Seeing that Kyoko had returned to the trance state just now, Soya breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the change of expression on his face, Ju Tianzi regained his composure, and said again: "It seems that Fang Ming really likes her."

"Yes."

Soya stopped, and took advantage of the opportunity to ask what he was most concerned about at this time, "Teacher, what is the so-called 'dream'?"

"It's just a dream."

She looked at him and showed her previous smile again, "Hasn't Fang Ming ever had a dream?"

"Of course I dreamed..."

"—dream about me?"

Zong Gu was startled, then nodded again.

"What kind of mood did Fangming dream of me?" Tianzi Ju asked again, while carefully observing his reaction, "The one that impressed me the most."

He thought for a while, and only remembered that the last time he dreamed of her was when he was drunk with Akane Kirino.

And in that dream at that time, the real protagonist was Zhao Wuling.

"It should be nostalgia."

"..."

She was stunned for a moment, then quickly covered it up, "Really."

"Is it a sweet dream?"

"Not exactly. But it's not a nightmare."

"Well, Fang Ming dreamed of me in a normal way... Sure enough, she doesn't like me anymore."

Soya pursed his lips, "Teacher..."

Tianzi Ju smiled, turned around and continued to move forward, motioning for him to follow.

"For Fang Ming, what kind of dream can be considered a good dream?"

Soya followed her, and the team of spiritual senses who were stagnant behind her continued to move forward, "Probably a dream that fulfilled some kind of wish."

"You're right. If you're not interested in wealth, even if you dream of becoming a rich man, you won't feel much satisfaction."

Ju Tianzi looked back at him, then pointed to the front and rear teams, "Fang Ming thinks, what kind of dream will I let these spiritual beings who torture me have?"

Of course it's the ultimate nightmare.

Before he could say it, Soya himself vetoed the answer.

But after thinking about it for a while, he understood her thoughts.

"..."

How vicious this is.

"Sweet dreams."

Soya took a deep breath, "And it has fulfilled all the elusive wishes, leaving no regrets, the ultimate dream."

Tianzi Ju immediately smiled, "As expected of the child I look up to the most, he can understand my thoughts right away."

"..."

More haunting than nightmares filled with fear or sorrow, are always dreams woven out of all the unattainable beauty.

The ultimate dream will only leave the ultimate regret.

What is sadder than sadness is empty joy.

"Teacher... please let Kyoko go."

(End of this chapter)