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For this "Father" who gave him a body in this world,

Jinjian was sincerely respectful and grateful.

Therefore,

He was willing to help as long as it was within his ability.

And Sanjō Munechika was the only one in the world who could enjoy such special treatment.

Hearing Fu Mourning God's question, Sanjō Munechika closed his eyes and sighed. "There's nothing to hide about this matter. After all, it's related to you."

"About me?"

Jinjian slowly lowered his eyes and thought of a possibility.

Sanjō Munechika rubbed his forehead in distress. "Yesterday, you triggered a vision of heaven and earth when you came out of the furnace.

"Therefore, His Majesty the Emperor specially issued an edict to let you take a look."

The imperial edict was sent over this morning, and it was a long and voluminous article.

Putting aside all the nonsense, the gist of it was — — — — -

"I heard that your family has a big treasure. Bring it to the palace for me to see."

The imperial edict was very polite, but Zong Jin knew in his heart that once someone took a liking to him, he would be in trouble.

He was afraid that Jinjian would become a royal artifact at any moment!

He was really careless.

After being fooled by Daitengu yesterday, he actually forgot about the group of royal nobles who liked to watch the show the most.

Compared to the great monsters that made people's hearts jump, the new treasure was obviously more to their appetite.

Although it was a great honor for the royal family to be a royal artifact, but... but the current Sanjō Munechika...

How could he be willing!

"You don't want me to enter the palace."

Jinjian sensed Sanjō Munechika's hesitation and turned his eyes to say, "If this is your wish, then I won't go."

Fu Mourning God's tone was calm and cold.

It was as if he was defying the Emperor's decree.

It was just a small matter.

Sanjō Munechika calmed down with relief.

Then, he thought about it for a long time.

In the end, he gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh.

Enter the palace!

Since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well face it head-on!

But this time, Sanjō Munechika only brought the real body of the Odachi with him. He didn't bring the Fu Mourning God Jinjian with him.

After all, there were many Onmyojis in the palace. They might not be as tolerant as Haruaki Abe towards the Fu Mourning God, who did not conform to common sense.

Sanjō Munechika got on the ox-cart and slowly drove towards the Imperial Palace.

Jinjian stood silently in front of the gate of the mansion. His tall and straight figure was shrouded in a layer of faint morning light, as if he was about to melt in this hazy glow.

…

This was not the first time Sanjō Munechika had entered the palace.

As a famous swordsmith in Kyoto, for various reasons, he had entered the palace not too many times, but not too few either.

However, because his state of mind was different this time, the magnificent palaces that he used to sigh with admiration, and the dignified maids that brushed past him, this time, did not attract Sanjō Munechika's attention at all.

The female official in charge of leading the way walked in front and led Sanjō Munechika around one palace after another. Finally, they walked into a winding corridor.

"Stop."

A female voice suddenly sounded. The end of the voice trembled slightly, and it was indescribably delicate and long.

Sanjō Munechika and the female official turned their heads and saw a woman slowly walking around the corner.

She was wearing the most ordinary maid's kimono in the palace. However, the lapel, which should have been tightly closed, was half open, revealing the woman's round shoulders and beautiful figure.

The woman caught up with Sanjō Munechika in a few steps and ignored the female official, who was staring at her with wide eyes.

"You must be Lord Sanjō. I have heard so much about you."

The woman unhurriedly adjusted her loose lapel, and then her gorgeous red lips curled up, revealing a flamboyant and frivolous smile.

The female official saw this and was so angry that she took two deep breaths.

She was originally the personal maid of the Emperor, so how could she tolerate such rude behavior? "How dare you!

Which palace are you from?

Your clothes and actions are simply impudent! "

In the face of the female official's angry scolding, the woman only half covered her head and glanced over lightly.

What reflected in the female official's vision was not the human eyes that she had disguised at first.

The white of her eyes was a terrifying pitch black, and it was a bloody hole that could swallow everything.

In such dark eyes, there was a pair of molten gold pupils. A demonic light flickered in them, like a fierce beast baring its fangs, sharp and dangerous.

The female official was so shocked that she took a step back. She almost wanted to scream without caring about anything else.

However, her dry throat seemed to be strangled by someone, and all possible sounds were lost in the fear of extinction.

Her lips trembled a few times, and she could not make a sound. Her face was pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Sanjō Munechika felt that something was wrong.

But before he could say anything, he saw the unidentified woman turn around and face him again.

The woman's gaze wandered over his body unscrupulously. Finally, it stopped at the Odachi he was holding in his hands.

She rubbed her chin, moved closer, and moved her nose. Then she squinted her eyes and said, "As expected, it is the smell of that guy … It seems that the rumors in the capital are not completely groundless …"

As the woman spoke, she used her gaze to observe every inch of the Odachi. It was as if she had seen through the scabbard and clearly saw the sharp blade of the sword.

Finally, she laughed with satisfaction, "As expected of the treasure that Daitengu took a fancy to, it is indeed a famous sword!

It is a waste to leave such a treasure in the hands of a human. It is better to give it to a close friend! "

When these words were said, anyone would have noticed that something was wrong.

Sanjō Munechika almost did not think, and immediately turned around and ran.

However, the woman seemed to have expected this, and in an instant, Sanjō Munechika was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

Sanjō Munechika was extremely anxious. He wanted to stomp his feet, but there was nothing he could do.

So he could only watch as the woman stretched out her hand and pressed it on the blade of the Odachi.

Almost at the same time, Fu Mourning God, who was far away in Sanjō Mansion, seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly looked up, and a golden light flashed through his eyes.

"Sssss —"

On the other side, the moment the woman touched the sword, there was a clear burning sound in the air.

Wisps of white smoke came out from the woman's left hand that touched the sword.

The scorching pain made the other party retract his hand reflexively.

As the white smoke dissipated, the originally slender and white fingers were no longer there, and what was finally revealed was a pair of frightening ghostly hands.

"... Oh?

You actually broke my spell... "

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then showed an interested expression.

Since the camouflage spell had been broken, she might as well not pretend anymore.

So her body swayed, and the kimono beauty disappeared, and a tall man appeared in her place.

He was wearing dark clothes, and his waist, shoulders, and arms were covered with armor. His whole body was emitting the smell of war and smoke, and he had already become a ghost.

Not to mention, he also had a pair of strange and demonic golden eyes, and red horns that clearly did not belong to a human.

The majestic great demon stood there, and all humans were afraid of his name.

He was...

The ghost of Rashomon, Ibaraki Doji.

Sanjō Munechika looked at the demon that was slowly walking over, and knew that things were not good.

Although he had never seen Ibaraki Doji before, this person's aura was on par with Daitengu, and no matter how he thought about it, this person was not a simple character.

The Body Fixing Technique had been broken, but Sanjō Munechika knew that even so, he probably could not escape.

So he held the odachi tighter, and suppressed his fear, and said, "You are a great demon, why do you have to make things difficult for a small knife maker like me?"

Ibaraki Doji snorted, indicating that he did not buy it, "Human, hand over the sword."

Due to the pride of a great demon, Ibaraki Doji naturally had no interest in killing a human, but if the other party did not cooperate, he did not mind doing it.

Of course, if it was just a normal day, he would not be so serious about the sword.

But now, he was busy building a palace for his close friend, a palace with all the rare treasures in the world!

It was also because of this that Ibaraki Doji came to the capital.

After all, there were the most beautiful women, the best jewelry, and the most gold and silver... and these were what he urgently needed to build the palace.

Just yesterday, Ibaraki Doji, who was disguised as a maid and wandering around the palace, suddenly heard that there would be a rare treasure today, and it was said that it was a rare treasure that even Daitengu was tempted by.

So, in the spirit of "the best is for his close friend", Ibaraki Doji simply came to stop him.

That was how the current scene came to be.

Sanjō Munechika did not understand the twists and turns of the cause and effect, but he could see that the great demon in front of him was not going to give up so easily.

But even so...

"Today's sword is the masterpiece that I cherish the most in my life.

Whether it is the Emperor or Your Excellency, I will not hand it over! "

Ibaraki Doji smirked, and his left hand was surrounded by a dense demon aura, "You have a backbone, but..."

"Also very stupid."

The armor clanked, and the arrogant great demon stretched out his claws, intending to get rid of the obstructing human in front of him.

...

In the faraway three mansions, Fu Mourning God, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his golden eyes.

His hand slowly touched the side of his waist. His body should have been hanging there, but now it was empty.

But even so, Fu Mourning God still made a few grasps, and then silently lowered his eyes...

... Demon aura.

Father, there is danger.

Realizing this, Fu Mourning God straightened his body expressionlessly.