I, the lord of ghost stories

Faith is so important in this world.

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While Sifengyuanyou was watching the lantern delivery by the sea, a little further away, a yacht was floating on the water.

On the deck, more than a dozen people were crowded, carrying various instruments for measuring the calendar, nervously and intently measuring the hydrological changes here.

The coast can hardly be seen here, and looking around, it is all broken into dots of moonlight, which are connected with the sky.

It is almost impossible to tell where is the sky and where is the sea.

It gives people the illusion of wandering in the Milky Way by boat.

The dark clouds drifted slowly, covering the moonlight.

In a blink of an eye, the dark and deep sea surface was restored, revealing a primitive sense of terror.

Everyone on the deck was surrounded by faint lights.

Under the light, it can be seen that these people are only wearing kimonos, and their faces are excited.

"Sure enough, the girl from Qianyu's family has a lot to do with Dragon Palace."

"As soon as she arrived, this place appeared vaguely... The ancestors of Qianyu's family must have really been to the Dragon Palace."

They went to the bottom of the matter, and with the financial support of the consortium, they even found clues to the secrets of the Age of Gods...even better than the Qianyu family themselves.

Time is indeed the greatest weapon to bury all secrets, but many things happened, but not without traces.

Among the original ancient books collected from a certain second-hand bookstore, I found the travel notes of the poets of that era, which mentioned the legend of the Dragon Palace of the ancestors of the Qianyu family.

"Although we have clues, we are still far away from being able to enter... Besides, that is in the eternal life of the gods!"

Forcibly breaking into the eternal kingdom where the gods live, for mortals, even for onmyojis with outstanding spiritual power among mortals, it is ten deaths and no life.

The eternal life where ordinary gods live is still located in a different area in the Netherland, so it is naturally far inferior to Gao Tianyuan... The latter has already left the Netherland and formed its own world.

Even so, in the eternal world, the gods can exert all their divine power, and even have the authority to dominate the eternal world.

How do mortals fight?

Unless you can exhaust the power of God, there is no way to play.

What's more, God is not a fool, how could he let the enemy in.

"Of course not by force!"

"As long as there are enough tributes, it will be fine!

The ancestor of Qianyu's family drifted here in a shipwreck. "

"He sacrificed the entire ship's cargo in exchange for the opportunity to enter the Dragon Palace, and he was able to make a fortune later."

"Legend of the Dragon Palace" is roughly about this story.

The protagonist is Urashima Taro, a kind-hearted fisherman who buys a talking turtle with money and releases it.

The big turtle repays his favor and takes him to the Dragon Palace to play and meet the princess, and he is entertained.

After living there for three years, I returned home homesick, only to find out that 300 years have passed and I have not aged.

Stories are naturally stories, and the names of people and places are all fabricated, but there have indeed been stories of mortals who strayed into the Kingdom of Eternal Eternity.

The story happened in this sea area where they were.

The Dragon Palace also exists, but it exists in the eternal world, and it is located in another dimension different from the present world. It seems to overlap but is not in one place.

"Someone has successfully entered and exited before, at least it shows that Changshi is not completely closed."

All they have to do is repeat the steps...

Dark clouds shrouded the sky, and on the dark and misty sea, the lonely boat seemed to be abandoned.

The deep and boundless sea, like some kind of huge strange beast, makes people awe-inspiring.

"In short, I think today is an auspicious day, and now is an auspicious time, suitable for doing such things!"

"The calendar has long been monopolized by the Tsuchimikado family. Is your Ogura family's calendar technique still trustworthy?"

"You look down on our Xiaocang family, do you want to try my Guanhu?"

"The Mere Fan Gangshi (Guanhushi) is just borrowing the spiritual power of the spirit beast. Can it make you calculate the calendar more accurately?"

Ishimatsu Kanta stood on the hatch of the yacht, quietly listening to the conversation between these onmyojis.

Gazing at the dark water surface, there are faint spots of light flowing slowly here and there. It is a dark water surface as thick as grease.

The lights on the yacht are refracted by the water waves, forming such a delicacy.

Even at night, the sea is still choppy and slightly shaking.

"let's start."

Many well-trained personnel with uniform movements lowered the colored lights arranged in advance into the water one by one.

In the faint darkness, there are dim light with various colors.

Those are small lanterns painted in various colors, and the lanterns give off a faint and mournful halo, floating on the bottomless dark water.

The onmyojis ended the spiritual dispute, stood in their respective positions, pointed at the water, and continued to chant the mantra.

Accompanied by slight shaking, the yacht seemed to be slowly moving forward, and the water surface only quietly reflected the surrounding darkness, without any ripples in it.

Gradually, there was light shining brightly from under the water surface, and it became clearer and clearer above the sea surface ahead.

Among the outlines, bright palaces and pavilions can be vaguely seen, just like the scene of the Dragon Palace.

"Put down the sacrifice!"

Following the order of Ishimatsu Kanta, a large number of sealed boxes were placed in the colored lights and drifted forward along the water flow...

When approaching that place of light, everyone's eyes were focused there and they held their breath...

Crash, a wave rolled over, forming a small vortex.

The surface of the sea, which had been calmed down by the onmyoji's spell, once again showed ferocity.

These colorful lights sank directly into the water along the vortex.

It was as if it was directly swallowed by the big mouth of darkness.

"continue!"

Seeing the effect, Ishimatsu Kanta ordered.

A large number of canned things were dropped, including precious metals, precious calligraphy and painting antiques, food, beautiful clothes, gems...

Wait, everything is restoring the previous steps as much as possible.

After the vortex swallowed all the sacrifices, the phantom of the Dragon Palace not only did not solidify, but dimmed instead.

"What's going on? Why didn't it open?"

Holding on to the railing on the yacht, he watched the light go out bit by bit, and his heart sank.

According to the records in ancient books, Chang Shihui opened it on its own initiative, and the stone torii gate above the water surface appeared.

After passing through the torii, you will enter the eternal world where the Dragon Palace is located.

But it was clearly a failure.

The surface of the water gradually returned to darkness and mist, and the spell power gradually lost its effect, and the waves could no longer be restrained.

The sound of water waves beating one after another, but the thoughts of everyone on the yacht were different.

"Where is it wrong?"

"Could it be that different people are treated differently? People from Qianyu's family must appear in person?"

It was a perfect step, but a key link was missing, resulting in a lot of tributes being wasted—these were all bought with funds!

Shi Songgan's blood was so hot that he gritted his teeth and paced back and forth at the hatch.

"Is it really necessary to arrest Miss Qianyu's family? Is it really impossible to leave her?"

"No, no!"

"The people around her can't be provoked!"

Thinking of Mizuguro Kazuya's end, his body turned cold, and he dispelled this terrible thought.

Then another thought arose:

"Can you try to force your way in?"

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"The power of wind and water gathers here. The sacrifice just now is not meaningless, at least it shows that God accepted it."

Onmyouji, who had black cherry blossom petal patterns on the corner of his kimono, looked and looked at the deck, and suddenly said these words.

"Following the flowing water, it is theoretically feasible to send Shikigami into the Dragon Palace."

"Everyone, don't forget one thing - the ancestors of Qianyu's family were in a shipwreck, not standing on a boat like us."

"That means the entrance is underwater and probably not very large."

After the Onmyoji finished speaking, other people also expressed their opinions one after another.

"That makes sense, maybe you just have to jump into the vortex."

"This is the sea, it's too risky to do so!"

"You can send Shikigami to sneak in."

A consensus was quickly reached, and everyone expressed their fear of personally taking risks... Onmyoji is not an expert in diving, so how could he jump into the whirlpool on his own initiative?

What if it sinks and drowns?

After deciding, each summoned shikigami.

Someone took out a hollow bamboo tube from the sleeve, and a two-finger-long tube fox crawled out of the blue bamboo tube.

There was a sound of laughter in the air, and then a gust of wind swept over. On the deck at his feet, there was an extra child in a green kimono, looking a little pale with a smirk.

It looks like a giant crab, and a bit like a centipede, with a monster net cut one or two meters long.

The whole body is pitch black, and the hollow armor with black air...

All kinds of shikigami soon occupied most of the deck.

The so-called shikigami means serving the gods.

But that's what he said, but he just put gold on his own face.

Onmyoji are still mortals after all, so it is impossible for them to be qualified to drive gods whose power is far greater than mortals... All shikigami are monsters, without exception!

The only difference is that these monsters were subdued or domesticated by Onmyoji.

"Ming Shenjun, please..."

The onmyoji Myojin who was the first to speak just now raised his hand and sprinkled a dozen pieces of talisman paper, and with a little white mist, they twisted and elongated to form more than thirty handsome men.

Their pale faces are painted with black lines, their eyes are hollow and dull, and they look a little rigid. The facial makeup is almost all carved out of the same mold.

Such a large-scale shikigami made others look at it.

"Ming Shenjun, these..."

One of the older onmyojis saw him, and carefully persuading him with his tone:

"The number is enough, but the strength is a bit weak...the more shikigami is not the better.

Everyone has limited resources, so it is better to focus on cultivating as many as possible. "

Those who are willing to participate in the employment of the Mochizuki consortium do not have the children of rich families, and they say that they are actually not rich.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the profession of onmyoji naturally has a lot of income, but there are also many places to spend it.

Protective shikigami requires a lot of resources to cultivate, and everything costs money, and it takes time to carve and fine-tune it carefully, so that it can be used as one wishes.