I, the lord of ghost stories

"Finally, it is reasonable for unexpected things to happen near [Blank]."

"Reasonable arrangements, so that there will be a change in [Blank] in Dragon Palace."

As for what the accident was [blank], this is not part of her control.

[Blank] is a part that cannot be written. This is a common thing in her past experience involving strange forces.

For mortals, the Hundred Stories Society is an irresistible force as long as it is included in the story, but if there are other forces interfering, there will often be a large gap.

The final result still depends on the game of power between the two sides, as well as the specific evolution.

Despite its many limitations, Hyakumonogatari is still a very powerful authority.

"Just writing this, it's all so laborious, but it must add some trouble to him."

This is the ability of being the master of Hundred Monogatari, or authority is not an exaggeration.

The more specific it is to each thing, the greater the consumption.

But if you just write in general terms, it doesn't hurt or itch.

I can only try my best to strike a balance between the specific and the vague, and cause as much trouble as possible to the master of ghost stories while consuming as little as possible.

However, after all, it involved a god who was more than one rank higher than her. Just writing these contents, her snow-white arms were trembling slightly.

Lowering her head and looking down, the cuffs of her cyan tang robe rose at some point, and a faint flame had already ignited.

This……

Slightly startled in his heart, Qing Xingdeng swiped his finger, and the cuffs fell off as if cut by a sharp knife, revealing his crystal-clear and jade-like snow-white skin.

The sleeves with flames fell in the air, but did not go out.

Instead, it slowly shifted towards her body as if receiving invisible traction.

"There must be blood..."

Just by looking at it, she knew why.

Biting it cruelly, a few drops of bright red blood oozed from the fingertips, dripping onto the flames.

After the blood was sprinkled on, the flame finally swayed for a while like an ordinary flame meeting rain, and then a large puff of blue-gray smoke came out and disappeared.

On Qing Xingdeng's pretty face, there was abnormal paleness, and the overall aura also seemed a little weak.

This is the price of offending superiors.

Even though the lord of strange stories did not interfere directly, and took many evasive measures, he still encountered a crisis unknowingly.

Faint clouds filled the cabin, and then slowly disappeared into the sky.

She held a blue running lamp made of thin paper in her hand, and looked coldly at the corner of the cabin.

"Following His Highness's order, look for my sister."

The girl in the same cyan Tang suit, with a very youthful temperament and figure, held a faint cyan lantern in her hand.

Almost like sisters, except they don't have the same looks.

"Oh it's you."

Qing Xingdeng felt the aura on her body that was close to him.

"You can find this place only after intercepting the demon power of the concubine. How did you hide the enchantment arranged by the concubine?"

"it's me!"

A voice came from behind her.

"Father, the cutest daughter!"

The girl in a gorgeous princess dress gracefully performed a skirt ceremony, with a reserved and proud smile on her face as clean and flawless as a doll.

"I am the daughter of my father who gave me strength, I can cross space and chase down any enemies for my father.

You crossed the barrier easily! "

"I am the story of chasing prey across space. Any prey I target will be found by me no matter where it is!"

Qing Xingdeng's heart sank.

The power of this story is too strong...

"If you want to die as a concubine, then try it!"

The running lamp in his hand glowed faintly, and suddenly the blue light was like veil, reflecting the cabin in a blue color.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she waved her sleeves, and the scrolls and candle flames fluctuated a few times before disappearing without a trace, just like the ripples on the water surface.

In the dark cabin, the veil-like cyan light shone on Xiaoqing Xingdeng and the doll girl, and their movements seemed to slow down for a moment.

I saw the fireflies floating in the air like rain, and the green lanterns were like a dream. At this time, it was like waking up from a dream, without a trace.

"Run away again..."

The young girl Qing Xingdeng was a little disappointed.

As a newborn monster, she was actually born less than one year old.

Part of the essence that Sifengin Yuu tore from the Lord of Hundred Monogatari was transformed, and then endowed with the spirituality of the grass and trees, and finally formed a new her.

Seeing Qing Xingdeng, she felt close to her as if she saw her sister.

When you can't see it, you feel a little lost.

"Why is my sister unwilling to bow her head? Obviously, as long as she admits a mistake, His Highness will accept her, and she will no longer be a wild monster..."

The young girl Qing Xingdeng was a little sad.

Every time she takes someone else to chase her sister, she will also feel sad...

But she knew that this had to be done, and His Highness's order could not be disobeyed.

The puppet girl didn't have the same feelings as hers. She patted her cheek, turned around in the cabin, and found some unburned ashes.

Feeling the breath in the ashes, she stood up, clapped her little hands, and looked happy, as if she was a little happy.

"Very well, her aura hasn't recovered yet. Let's go back to the story world and take turns chasing. We can't give her time to calmly recover her strength!"

"Xiaoqing, you don't need to be sad. Father will not kill such a big monster easily. He will definitely surrender her and become the story of father."

"It wasn't that there were such unconvinced monsters in the past, and they were all wiped out by us? The Hundred Stories are a little trickier. There should be a group of hundreds of big monsters."

"If this group of power can gather together, it will be really powerful... But, which god would be willing to let them meet?"

"Scattered all over Japan, it seems that they are constantly spreading the stories of Hundred Monogatari? It's a bit troublesome to find them this way, but it doesn't matter. Monogatari are also stories, and stories belong to the domain of my father."

"As long as they're active and spreading stories, sooner or later we're going to find them and beat them."

"Father is the master of all stories, we must not allow stories like Hundred Monogatari to be independent!"

The voice of the doll girl is full of strong confidence and hope.

Over the past few days, Sifeng Yuanyu's power has continued to penetrate into the realm of ghost stories.

The most intuitive manifestation is that the kingdom of stories continues to expand, and a large number of powerful stories grow in it.

"We will definitely help my lord father clear these obstacles!"

Chapter 190 Five Divine Residence

Tokyo, outskirts of Minato.

Nestled among tall buildings, the shrine faces a quiet street that cuts through a residential area.

There are two rows of tall street trees beside the road, which are lush and lush.

The area of ​​the shrine is not very wide. There are only simple wooden torii gates in front, three or two steps and a symbolic approach.

After the torii, there are several small halls connected together.

Among them, the horizontal worship hall is called "Pingrui worship hall", which is the most common style.

Residents who come and go at this time will go to pay homage when they pass by here.

Housewives in casual clothes with their children, or men in formal clothes, came to the cash box in order and put in 5 yen coins.

The 5-yen coin is pronounced the same as "Yuan" in Japanese, so it is favored.

After putting in the money, shake the big rope above the cash box, and the bell tied to the rope will make a clanging sound.

People in twos and threes worshiped, and the bell rang from time to time.

After that, what I saw was the ceremony of "two bows, two claps and one bow", and silently made a wish after clapping hands.

The quaint shrine has a sense of historical precipitation. Under the shade of two big trees, the sun shines on the mottled light spots, and the overall atmosphere looks deep and mysterious.

It is said that there are [-] official shrines in Dongying, and [-] small shrines in the wild... However, since no specific statistics have been made in the past, the actual number is subject to discussion.

Just within the metropolitan area of ​​Tokyo, there are many such small societies.

The scope of its shelter is only limited to the vicinity of residential areas, and at most one or two streets are counted.

Considering the population density of the Tokyo area, its believers are not small.

Because Tokyo is too vast, it is said that it occupies one-third of the entire population of Japan. With such a large population, it is not practical to go to the big shrine to pay homage.

Commuting to and from get off work also takes time, and visiting the nearest shrine is the best choice.

Therefore, such small communities have a chance of survival.

Although it is inconspicuous, it can be built even after registering a religious legal person.

Most of the worshipers are unnamed gods, and sometimes there are some famous monsters, but usually there are not many beliefs.

In this world, belief in gods is a very serious matter, not only in faith, but also in money—monthly income must be paid to the shrine’s account regularly in order to be counted as qualified believers and receive the protection of the gods.

Given a choice, most people would choose to believe in powerful gods rather than relatively weak wild gods and monster gods.

The more powerful a deity is, the wider the area it can shelter, and the greater the number of believers it can shelter.

A monster with weak strength may shelter one or two families at most.

Therefore, if you believe in monsters, it is difficult to guarantee your own safety.

The shogunate once promulgated the "Regulations on the Management of Shrines and Temples", and dispatched professionals to conduct regular surveys of such small shrines in the territory to confirm that the gods they enshrine really have the ability to bless and protect.

According to the power of the gods, the shrines they are allowed to possess are also different.

For the gods who are powerful enough to protect more believers, add branches and expand the shrine.

For those who have shrines that are weak and lacking in strength, the branch will be dismantled or the belief will be banned.

The specific requirement is that the minimum allowed existence of wild societies and small societies is to be able to shelter a town.

The latest regulations in 2018, which clarified the official standards for sheltering a town - so that at least 830 three believers have the most basic traces of shelter aura.

Believers are all registered, and the strength of gods can also be distinguished. Therefore, a large number of wild shrines that grew wildly were banned. If there are shrines left after the big waves wash the sand, wild gods who can shelter at least one village must settle in them.

Eliminating a large number of impostors has also allowed many small societies to gain more believers.

This is the case in this small shrine, which is said to enshrine a benevolent goddess called Baiye Ji.

Residents of this street believe that this goddess will carry an ancient lantern at night to patrol the nearby residential areas to expel evil spirits and protect peace.

It is quite effective in the vicinity. Miracles have been shown more than once, and the stability of this place has been protected for decades.

On the big tree in the shrine, there are hundreds of specially-made emas hanging. From a distance, they are all blue silhouettes.

Under the main hall, there is a dark space that no one knows, it is not too big, about three or four hundred square meters.

It was dug out of the ground during construction, and it was specially reserved here.

This space is dark and lightless, with no windows or skylights, and the only light source is the statue of a god standing on the square platform.

The statue is about two meters high and is enshrined in a shrine, which is placed on a square platform covered with yellow cloth.

Behind is a snow-white wall, but there are many lines on the wall, which seem to be some spells.

The dim light, emitted from the statue, illuminates this space.

Dressed in green clothes, the statue has a graceful figure, cold eyes, and regular facial features. It can be seen that she is a beautiful goddess, with luxurious golden hair accessories on the tip of her hair, and an ordinary lantern in her hand.

On the whole, there is a peaceful and serene temperament.