Zheng Wenjie crossed his legs on the coffee table, his blood-red pupils piercing through the wall, ignoring the distance, and taking in everything that happened in the holiday home.

At this moment, Yukihime had already left the holiday home and began to flee, flying straight into the depths of Mount Omuro.

In the room, Nozaki's originally thick black hair was mixed with nearly half of white hair, and his skin became loose, looking more than thirty years older. At this moment, he was naked and struggling to support himself on the tatami. He stood up tremblingly, staggered to open his suitcase, and held the porcelain bottle tightly with both hands.

Zheng Wenjie withdrew his gaze indifferently, and his pupils turned back to black. Xue Ji not only took back part of her own origin, but also swallowed up Nozaki's essence. Now Nozaki doesn't have many years left to live.

This was something Zheng Wenjie had not expected. He did not expect that Xue Ji, who had always seemed very obedient, would take back her origin while he was away.

It was also because Xue Ji knew the importance of the matter and only dealt with Nozaki without hurting Mitsuki and Makoto, so Zheng Wenjie just stood by and watched.

This is also good. With the little knowledge Zheng Wenjie has about Nozaki, he is now certain that he will do as he wishes.

Zheng Wenjie poured a glass of water and went to the balcony to look at the messy crowd below. There were people dressed in temple costumes, monks, and an armless witch.

It was very noisy downstairs, with trucks passing through the cordoned area and the voices of men and women mixed together. Several small altars were built on both sides of the altar downstairs of the apartment building.

"Lady Kotoko is being generous this time!" Himeno Kyoka wowed as she looked at the scene in front of her. The smile on her face never disappeared as she moved through the crowd in her white tabi.

She nodded and bowed to people, happily watching the exorcists she had seen before or not, all gathered together to work together to fight the evil spirits. A sense of pride arose in her heart. She was worthy of being Kotoko-sama!

"Kyoka Ichiko!" A hand suddenly slapped Himeno Kyoka on the back, scaring her so much that she staggered forward. She finally controlled herself and turned her head to look. A girl less than 1.5 meters tall, wearing traditional shrine maiden clothes, tilted her head and looked at her with a smile. Behind her were two other girls also dressed as shrine maidens.

Kyoka quickly adjusted her tunic and the red hakama around her waist, then she bowed respectfully to the miko: "Greetings to Her Highness Otsuki Mikamiko."

Otsuki Kaoru opened her arms and hugged Kyoka's waist and shook her body: "Kyoka, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I didn't expect Kotoko to invite you to perform Kagura with me."

Kyoka was so choked that she patted Otsuki Fumio's back hard. After breaking free from Otsuki Fumio's embrace, she patted her chest and coughed a few times before looking at Otsuki Fumio angrily: "Otsuki Fumio! You have become the son of the God, how can you still be so reckless like before! I am Ichiko! Who else would Kotoko invite if she doesn't invite me?"

"Since you recognize me as the child of the god, why do you dare to contradict me?" Otsuki Fumio looked up at Kyoka with a proud face: "As the priest in charge of all shrines, the imperial maiden of His Majesty the Emperor, why don't you apologize to me!"

Kyoka puffed her lips and glared at Otsuki Fumio angrily. She didn't care about the dust on the ground and kowtowed to him without hesitation, singing and shouting in greeting loudly, attracting the attention of people around her.

Noticing the gazes of the people around her, Otsuki Fumio's cheeks turned red, and she hurriedly tried to whisper to Kyoka while covering her mouth. However, her left foot tripped over her right foot, and she fell to the ground with Kyoka in her teeth.

"Lord Yushin!" The two priestesses behind him were also anxious and hurried forward to help the two men up.

"Ah! Otsuki Fumio!" Kyoka screamed, unable to hold back any longer, and grabbed Otsuki Fumio's hair and pulled it down hard. She heard Otsuki Fumio screaming in pain, and angrily shouted, "You have been against me in the shrine. You have been promoted to an official position in the Tokyo Shrine, and you still want to pick on me after not seeing me for more than a year!"

"Let go! Let go! Shixiang, if you don't let go, I'll make you pay!"

Hearing Otsuki Kaoru yelling her nickname in front of so many exorcists, Kyoka's face twisted into a mess as she shouted, "Idiot Otsuki Kaoru!"

"Shit Xiang!" Otsuki Xun felt like her scalp was no longer her own, and shouted at the helpless witch standing beside the two of them: "Hurry up and pull her away!"

"Ah, it's... Kyoka Ichiko, let go of Mikamiko!"

Otsuki Xun's head felt dizzy. "I told you to pull her away, not to use your mouth! Shixiang has gone crazy! Hurry up and pull her away!"

"Idiot, shorty, Otsuki Fumio! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" Hearing that Otsuki Fumio still didn't change his words, Kyoka gritted her teeth and exerted force on her hands again.

"Ah...it's going to break! It's going to break!" Otsuki Fumio grabbed Kyoka's hands that were pulling her hair in pain, and tears couldn't stop flowing out of her eyes.

A miko who didn't know how to separate them, saw the miserable state of Otsuki Fumiko, closed her eyes and screamed, pulling Kyoka's black hair with both hands: "Kyoka Ichiko! If you don't let go of Otsuki Mikamiko, I'm... I'm going to pull your hair!"

Jingxiang didn't care and lowered her head and glared at Otsuki Fumio fiercely: "Apologize!"

"Shut up! I will never admit defeat to a piece of shit like you even if I die!"

"Stop!" The cold voice made everyone around stop, and those who were smiling because of the farce of Otsuki Fumio and Kyoka also restrained their expressions.

The attendant priestess who had grabbed Kyoka's hair and was about to pull it quickly let go and stood aside, not daring to move.

When Kyoka heard the voice she had longed for, she quickly let go of her hand and hurriedly patted her clothes and lowered her head. She stood up straight with her head lowered, until a pair of high leather boots came into view. Kyoka weakly raised her head and looked at Kotoko, who had an expressionless face.

"That... thing, Lady Kotoko! I'm sorry!" Kyoka closed her eyes in pain and apologized loudly.

Kotoko glanced at the four girls in shrine maiden costumes, then turned and bowed to the surrounding exorcists: "Sorry to bother you, please continue your preparations."

After responding to everyone's responses, Kotoko turned around and looked at the four miko in front of her: "It doesn't matter. There is still a lot of time before the start."

Kotoko's words seemed like a heavenly voice to Kyoka. Kyoka had always admired Kotoko very much, and decades later, she was a fanatical fan.

"but"

Kyoka's heart skipped a beat and she looked nervously at Kotoko's calm eyes.

"No one should get hurt." Kotoko reached out to Otsuki Fumio, who was squatting on the ground with her hands covering her head and burying it in her knees.

Otsuki Fumio raised her head and looked at Kotoko with tears in her eyes. She sobbed twice before being pulled up holding Kotoko's hand. The two shrine maidens beside her hurriedly supported Otsuki Fumio on her left and right.

"Stop fooling around and get ready. By the way, you still need to place a deity on your altar today."

"Kotoko... sniff." Otsuki Fumio wiped his nose and looked up at Kotoko: "What do you want to ask for the shrine for?"

Kotoko reached out her hand to wipe the tears from Otsuki Fumio's face and said calmly, "There is a man who calls himself a god. I will ask him to sit on the throne of the spirit."

"Ah... but this will offend the gods." Otsuki Fumio said pitifully with her nose snorted. Kyoka looked at Otsuki Fumio who was comforted by Kotoko with some envy, and pouted her lips and said: "You are here again, have you seen the gods? The gods can't open their mouths and can't speak, how do you know that it will offend the gods, did you dream about it?"

"Hmph, it's because you don't have a god in your heart that you can only be a city girl forever! And I am a god girl," Otsuki Fumio said angrily, glaring at Kyoka.

"It's been more than a year since we last met, and you, a shorty, are still as annoying as ever!" Kyoka glared back without showing any weakness.

Kotoko looked at the staring eyes, put her arms around their shoulders and said, "I think that person might really be a god. With him sitting on the throne, it will be of great help to us in destroying the Pok'u Demon."

"God?" Otsuki Xun's eyes lit up, and he asked impatiently: "Where is it? Qinzi, do you really think it could be a god?"

Kyoka was also staring at Kotoko in a daze. The excitement she had felt from being hugged by Kotoko was suddenly dulled by the shock. Instead, she felt an inexplicable yearning for the gods that Kotoko mentioned.

Everyone believed that the priestess who worshipped gods and called herself the Son of God had never felt the existence of gods, nor could she find any trace of the existence of gods.

"Go and get ready, you will see him." Kotoko looked at the two of them, frowned slightly, and patted the dust off their shrine maiden costumes.

Kyoka looked at the slender white hands patting her body shyly and said quickly: "Lady Kotoko, I'm going to change my clothes first. Bye!"

"Wait for me!" Otsuki Fumio shouted loudly as she looked at Kyoka's fleeing back, and hurriedly chased after her with her two attendant priestesses.

Kotoko looked at their backs and smiled, then raised her head to look towards Zheng Wenjie's home. On the small balcony, Zheng Wenjie was leaning on a lounge chair, basking in the sun leisurely.

He stretched out his fingers to touch the smooth skin at the corners of his eyes, then took out his sunglasses and put them on his face. He turned around and left without looking back, got into the car that had been waiting for him on the main road, and drove away from the area.

Time passed slowly, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth, the sky was dyed a light orange-red, and the area around the apartment fell into silence. Only when the wind blew through here would the clear sound of bells echo.

A road paved with pure white stones that have been baptized runs straight from the main road to two altars, one large and one small.

On both sides of the white stone road, at regular intervals, there were exorcists wearing shrine robes, holding god tablets in their hands and standing on their chests, sitting on both sides with solemn expressions.

There was a small altar in front of him, with a piece of white fluff hanging on it, and a demon-attracting talisman pasted on the white fluff, which fluttered in the breeze.

Zheng Wenjie was shirtless, allowing Yan Yin (whose lower face was covered with paper) to paint scriptures all over his upper body with a small calligraphy brush while Higa Kotoko, who was wearing a white hunting robe embroidered with mysterious patterns, painted scriptures all over his upper body.

This was in the afternoon. When Kotoko came to the door, she made a simple and crude request, using the secrets of Higa Onmyoji in exchange, and she also heard from Nozaki or Makoto that she would charge money for exorcism, and she placed 100 million yen in front of her.

Zheng Wenjie did not refuse. It was a good opportunity for him to join in Kotoko's exorcism ceremony and gain a deeper understanding of the effect of their ceremony. In the morning, the exorcists swung bells, which combined to nearly double the power of their spiritual power. Zheng Wenjie really found it very interesting.

"If we just want to lure out the Po-ling demon, I don't think we need to go to such lengths, right?" Zheng Wenjie sensed the exorcists kneeling on both sides of the white stone road, worshiping small altars with demon-luring talismans in front of them.

Qinzi drew the last rune, stood up and looked at the cinnabar red runes all over Zheng Wenjie's body with satisfaction, and said calmly: "Even if it is an evil thing, it has power beyond the mundane world. We must greet it respectfully as if we were welcoming a god."

"I also have great power, why don't you treat me with the same respect as you treat Pok'u Mo?" Zheng Wenjie looked up at Qinzi: "Or do you think I am not as powerful as Pok'u Mo?"

Qinzi only showed her bright eyes as she stared at Zheng Wenjie: "First, greet it respectfully like a god, and then destroy it!"

"You should have heard me. I want you to sit on the altar. How can I be disrespectful to you?"

Zheng Wenjie smiled and said, "It seems that Miss Qinzi is just like that witch. She doesn't take the gods seriously."

"The gods are naturally in my heart." Qinzi bent down and picked up the cinnabar ink on the ground, covered it, turned around and put the small calligraphy brush into the wooden box she brought, and then took out a small wooden box with both hands, knelt in front of Zheng Wenjie, and placed the wooden box in the middle.

"Is this what you brought out from Higa Onmyoji?" Zheng Wenjie stretched out his hand and opened the box. Inside was an antique mirror. The ceiling was clearly reflected on the smooth surface of the mirror.

Qinzi watched with bright eyes as Zheng Wenjie took out the mirror from the wooden box and turned it over in his hands, "This magic mirror is an eight-foot mirror that can reflect the true appearance of all things in the world."

Zheng Wenjie gently stroked the eight magatama zombie fangs of different colors inlaid on the back of the mirror, and held the mirror horizontally facing his face. Zheng Wenjie in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, his black hair turned red, and two long fangs protruded from his mouth. This Eight-foot Mirror reflected Zheng Wenjie's true appearance.

"It's really a magical artifact." Zheng Wenjie couldn't let go of the mirror. This naturally-born treasure was refined by four zombies at the cost of their lives. After thousands of years of worship, the mirror was indeed extraordinary. At least none of the treasures on Zheng Wenjie's body could compare to it.

"But why is this Eight-foot Mirror placed in Higa Onmyoji?" Zheng Wenjie asked with some confusion. Even if this sacred artifact was not carried by Amaterasu, it should not be placed in Yaobikuni's zombie Onmyoji, which was probably the fourth or fifth generation.

"Ms. Kotoko, can you tell me whether you saw anyone in Higa Onmyoji? If not, why did you go to Higa Onmyoji?"

Seeing Zheng Wenjie's surprised look after looking in the Eight-foot Mirror, Kotoko was curious about what Zheng Wenjie looked like in the Eight-foot Mirror. When she heard Zheng Wenjie's question, she became even more curious: "Can I see what you look like in the Eight-foot Mirror?"

Zheng Wenjie smiled and said, "No! Come on, this is the deal you promised me."

Higa Kotoko lowered her eyes and looked at the empty wooden box on the ground, and said with nostalgia: "It was the previous generation of exorcists who inherited the name of Higa... or rather, the Onmyoji who found me and brought me into the Onmyoji when I was a child."

"I lived there for six years, until one day, under the sun, she turned into ashes."

"She helped me, when I was still a child, to defeat so many evil demons and save thousands of lives."

Higa Kotoko's expression was completely different from the calm expression she had in the past two days. Instead, she looked cold and hateful as she looked at the Eight-foot Mirror, the legendary artifact of Amaterasu in Zheng Wenjie's hand. "The reason I agreed to take you to the Onmyoji was because you gave me an opportunity. I want to ask the gods in person why they are punishing her."

"Is it true that as you said, gods are just so-called zombies, just powerful demons?"

Kotoko looked out the balcony, and seemed to see the solemn exorcists standing by in the apartment. "She told me that we should treat demons with the same respect as we would treat gods, and then... destroy them."

"Is it because gods can also become evil demons?"

(End of this chapter)