It is still the cold and quaint town of Shiyuan, and it is still the quiet and empty stone streets. The figure of Meilin who is just strolling in it looks even more desolate because of his heavy worries.

"Money, money, money..." Meilin, who was holding his arms and hunched his back and trying to warm himself up a little, was still muttering the biggest problem that was currently bothering him, as if after talking a few more times in his mouth, there would be a big bundle of money falling from the sky. "It would be really uncomfortable once this thing is gone..."

Just as Meilin was talking about a lot of unnutritious nonsense, the gate of the small house on the street not far away in front of him slowly opened from the inside, and walked out from the inside a young man wearing a tall crown and a big sleeved white dress. After walking out of the door, the young man turned around and whispered farewell to the owner of the house who was still standing in the door, and then bowed and said goodbye. Meilin stopped and stared blankly at the young man in white, turning around and walking towards him slowly and calmly.

[Haha...What should I say?] Although my body was stunned, Meilin's mind was running fast. [... But it's right to think about it. It's also a good thing to meet them in Shinto. After all, the Onmyoji relic moved from Kyoto to Shinto to help Shinto and guard this place...]

The young man in white was walking towards Meilin, fluttering in long sleeves, and his upper body was still unmoved when he walked calmly on the elegant and slow stroll. This young man had a face that was not described as beauty. His delicate facial features seemed to be a work of art after careful crafting. There was no trace of emotion on his face as white as pink, and his clear and transparent eyes seemed to have penetrated the mortal world.

[The always-off political monk who is active in troubled times, the divine god master who assisted the Emperor's ancestors and the Onmyoji who was divining the world... The relationship between the Temple family and the royal family and the Chinese people has been very close since ancient times. The noble children became monks, and the God master and the Onmyoji can also be promoted to the high-class family level... However, this long-standing tacit understanding fell apart at a magical moment when the alliance rose. The Temple family actually turned to the new alliance so quickly and completely, and simply abandoned the Guancheng government that had fallen into the last crazy one...] Meilin habitually recalled the anecdotes of the old era, [but that Some things are meaningless. How many people still remember that not long ago history?] He shook his head and smiled bitterly. After his eyes passed by the young man, he began to think about his questions about this young man: [Is this guy's dress completely the standard clothing of the old Onmyoji? I just don't know whether he is an Onmyoji who acts as a skilled officer or a Four Doctor of Instructor, but no matter which one is, he is already an official with seven official salary... The Yin-Yang family in charge of Yin-Yang, astronomy, calendar, and four-way carvings. Is it because you have foreseeed the ending...]

Just as Meilin was thinking about it, the young Onmyoji who was walking in front of Meilin also walked to the front of Meilin. He stopped quickly, and his white right hand stretched out from his sleeve and shook apart a wooden folding fan "suddenly", then raised his arm and covered his lower half of his face with the folding fan in his hand. "Onmyoji Hidetsuka greets you." Onmyoji, who said soft tone, bowed slightly to Meilin.

Meilin was stunned and quickly returned the favor, "Hello." He did not report himself, but simply responded to the other party with an almost perfunctory answer. This was not because he pretended to be arrogant or deliberately made things difficult, but because he instinctively felt something was wrong.

Onmyoji Hidetsutsuka obviously did not care about Merlin's almost rude reply in a strict sense. Instead, she continued to politely say to Merlin: "I wonder if you need amulets to drive away evil spirits or disasters, or talismans with various special effects? Here..." Then the young man who claimed to be Onmyoji Hidetsutsuka began to continuously promote various body protection or talismans in his hands. The set of distracting words made Merlin feel dizzy, and those words even made Merlin involuntarily think of the boastfulness of the vendors who set up stalls on the street.

[Is this guy dressed so weirdly to sell amulets and spells for convenience?! These vendors...] Merlin, who had a little distorted face, tried to adjust his emotions as much as possible.

[But talk about the amulets...] While suppressing anger, Meilin also remembered something that had been left behind by herself. [The 'purifying amulet' made by Ziyuan's Shinto Witch is particularly effective. That thing can not only ward off evil spirits but also resist ghost systems to a certain extent... I almost forgot about seeking talismans, and actually reminded this liar...] The sales words of the liar Onmyoji were automatically filtered out in his ears. Meilin focused on his new discovery. [Yes, go to Aster Valley to get a talisman with you. Even if it is not effective, at least he can feel at ease. Well, that's it...]

After re-establishing his goal, Merlin had no extra mood to continue to tangle with the salesman dressed as an Onmyoji. After interrupting his long-windedness, Merlin ran away very rudely and quickly disappeared into the corner of the street.

The young Onmyoji Hidetsuka looked at Mei Lin's departure back and whispered with his mouth hiding behind the folding fan: "It's hooked." Then he put away the folding fan casually and continued his journey with Shiran's pace...

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Aster Valley is a large valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. It is tightly wrapped by green hills on the north and southwest sides. There is only a natural and artificially polished flat road on the east side that can reach the valley. Hundreds of new and old but similar bone burial towers standing in the valley are wrapped in smoke all day long, immersed in the drizzle all day long, and the sun is so cold all day long that it can't be seen a few times a year. Even though it's clear outside now, a few ghost fires are still ignited from time to time in the Aster Valley, which is in the fog and drizzle, and gusts of cold wind are lit from time to time.

Among the hills in the north of the valley is the huge temple of Shintoku, the former magnificent temple of Shintoku, the Shintoku Temple. The once magnificent huge building complex is now abandoned because of the few people's care. There is a clear decay in the middle. Even a few palaces still in use reveal an unpredictable decline. From time to time, the inaudible sound of bells and flutes and melodious and slender singing tunes make the temple look even more decadent.

On the top of the hills to the south are large and solemn ancient temples. It is Guangyuan Temple, which has always been known as "the fireworks all year round" by Buddhists. However, the temples have long lost the past gatherings of pilgrims and the prosperous incense. There are only solemn and pagodas in the desolate temples and pagodas. Weeds, rotten trees, dead branches and leaves occupy most of the temple communities. Occasionally, the sounds of sonorous but almost inaccurate bells and chimes can float out from the desolate ancient temples, accompanied by the continuous chanting of scriptures, but only seem even more desolate.

As for the hills to the west, there is a large building that was extremely exquisite but now dilapidated. This is the new residence of the Onmyoji who moved from Kyoto, and it is also a place where they are waiting for the decay and slowly passing away. The Onmyoji is very quiet, but occasionally some indescribable whistling sounds are heard.

Three ancient hills, three ancient beliefs are condescendingly at the smoke-filled Aster Valley, and at this valley that has been buried since no matter what.

On the only way to the valley to the east of Aster Valley, a figure curled up with his arms and back was walking towards the valley. Naturally, the man was Merlin who was determined to seek amulet.

At this time, Meilin became closer to this ancient valley and hesitated more and more. He almost stopped several times, but whenever he wanted to do that, another force would always be generated to support him to take the next step more firmly. This force was probably courage or a simple stubborn temper. In short, Meilin didn't like it very much, so even though he was still moving forward, his pace was getting slower and smaller.

"For a 'possible' amulet's effectiveness, it penetrated deep into the ghost's base camp..." Merlin raised his head and glanced at the smoked Aster Valley with a suspicious look, "Is this a good deal?" he asked himself.

[If you want to go, go quickly, and then move quickly to get it done. Otherwise, just turn around and go back. Don’t talk too much!!] Vyzel was already very annoyed by Merlin along the way, so after saying the above words viciously, it took the initiative to cut off contact with Merlin and leave Merlin alone to face the next multiple-choice questions.

"I guess I have a 'choice barrier' or something similar to my mental illness..." Merlin laughed at himself, and then continued to walk forward.

Since entering Ziyuan, Meilin has always felt a sense of sometimes strong and sometimes faint uneasiness and the sense of being peeping around him. He always subconsciously feels that he has stepped into a trap - his timid intuition has been shouting that he will quickly get rid of his feet, while his increasingly powerful desire to adventure is shaking flags and encouraging him to find out what secrets are hidden behind this.

If it were Meilin in the past, who had not been trained by Mr. Zang for more than half a year, he would probably have simply escaped at this time. Even if he didn't escape, he would only hide in a place that could ensure safety and watch the show from afar - just like when he was in the Nibi Museum, Hualan Donghe District, and Kuye Hai Harbour District - hid in the distance or scattered among the crowd and secretly extended his opinion.

Although Meilin is still a little shaky and timid, he is now daring to face dangers, dare to challenge traps, and dare to deal with threats. Perhaps this is the biggest achievement that Meilin has obtained from Mr. Zang, not the experience of trainers, tactical strategies, several prescriptions, and some ancient cultivation methods...but the improvement of the trainers' own hearts and inner transformation. Now Meilin has finally established his own confidence and courage in the field outside of academics, although the source of this confidence is somewhat not solid.

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It is actually normal for Merlin to feel peeped, because he has been targeted since the first step he stepped into Aster. Not only humans are paying attention to him, but also Pokémon trained by humans. The spirits driven by humans have been monitoring him, monitoring him step by step to Aster Valley, and watching him complete the paths planned for him step by step.

Just above a commanding height in the North Ridge of Aster Valley, a large group of strange people in strange costumes gathered together. While looking at Meilin's figure gradually being swallowed by the mist in Aster Valley, they whispered to exchange opinions on each other. Among them were psychics wearing ragged clothes or large cloaks, Shinto Niyi and the witches in regular clothes, monks wearing cassocks and ring scars on their heads, several Onmyoji in white clothes and a few ordinary guys in casual clothes - but those who could mingle among the crowd should not be ordinary guys.

A hunched old woman stood among the crowd. She finally looked at Meilin's disappearing figure and muttered in a low voice: "It's really troublesome to let this little devil get into the trap..." This woman with a crutch head full of hair and crutch was either someone else or Madam Kuzuko, one of the four kings of Guandu. But she seemed to be still tortured by the pain and spoke a little lack of confidence, so her voice sounded softer and not as usual, "If it weren't for the time when I was hurt, why would I have to worry about it? How could I let him..." At the end of the speech, Juzi gritted her teeth.

"Madam Kikuko doesn't have to get angry anymore." This time, the one who spoke was Miss Dong, the white ghost-handed leader who gathered messy hair and rags. She was holding a thick book in one hand and holding a crystal ball in the other, looking particularly energetic on the mountains. Under the blowing of the cold wind, her hair and cloth strips on her body were flying everywhere. "It can make so many of us and such a huge force spend so much energy on layout and integration, I think he should be flattered..." Dong's tone was a bit of hatred.

"Indeed." This time, the person who spoke was the young Onmyoji Hidetsutsugaki who Merlin met not long ago, whom he thought was selling a liar. He stood a little far away with his colleagues, and he still looked out of the world. He was obviously wearing loose big sleeves and formal uniforms, but his clothes were still motionless under the cold wind on the top of the mountain. He held a folding fan and covered his lower half of his face, saying, "Although he was inevitably bullying the small with such a force, he was forced to do so."

"Ignorance." At this time, the one who spoke was a little old lady with wrinkled chicken skin and crane hair. She was wearing a pure white witch suit and tied a blue strap on her forehead. She also added an extra blue coat. She held a string of large wooden beads in one hand. The other hand was holding a huge lit white candle. Standing at the front of a small group of witches, she seemed to have a good status. Her words were full of sound, but her eyes that had been wide open were really strange - they were actually pure white, as if the original ordinary eyeballs were covered with a thick layer of white paste, as if they were a bit terrifying and terrifying.

"This operation must be hit with one blow, and completely eliminate future troubles with the thunder and thunder!" She said angrily, and there were clusters of unstable flashes around her. "The enemies we are facing cannot tolerate us being careless or careless! To be honest, even though we have gathered so many people, I still feel that I am not sure to be able to succeed completely..." She looked around everyone with her eyes that seemed to be blind, "We should sacrifice if necessary."

"Namo..." A middle-aged monk standing beside the old lady led his companions behind him to fold their hands and chant the Buddha's name in a low voice.

But the little old lady who had just opened her mouth and wrinkled immediately interrupted him loudly, "Come on!" She turned her face and "looked" at the monk fiercely, "You bald men do the easiest job, don't talk sarcasticly!"

The monks treated like this all bowed their heads and looked like they were taught, and did not dare to fight back at all. Since the "Abandoned Buddhas and Destruction Movement" in the Reformation, many Buddhist studies in Guancheng have been suppressed and almost withered. They have long lost their majesty in the chaotic times and the wealth of the martial family in the world. Especially when facing the Shinto priests who once became the "national Shinto".

"There are not as many monks in the temple as Buddha statues..." The old witch did not intend to let go of the monk who had always been, but he kept muttering a few words, "I really don't know what the use of calling you..."

"Farmer..." But Kikuko came out to smooth things over and said to the old witch, "Most monks rushed to the city because of the situation, so they were short of staff. Besides..."

But the old witch didn't even give the face of the Heavenly King. After hearing the words of Kikuko, the old witch called the village actually raised her thin palm and stretched out her little finger to start to take out her ears and eyes. After taking out something, she raised it to her mouth and blew it loudly.

Seeing this, Kikuko had to stop her mouth embarrassedly, shook her head gently and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"The key to our plan now..." Kikuko stopped talking and finished her ears. She spoke again, "...it's up to the little devil you recommended..." She looked at the misty Aster Valley under her feet and said slowly, "It depends on him for success or failure..."

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Deep in the valley, in an old bone burial tower of old style, a hunchbacked figure jumped and wandered quickly between the tombstones between the floors. While he made a wave of extremely strange laughs, he muttered even more strange words, "Cough cough, cough, cough... wake up~ wake up~~!! Remember the pain of committing suicide by septidalism~~~ Remember the unwillingness of Lu Chen in the Kingdom of God~~~ Remember the humiliation of kneeling to the Victory Kingdom~~ wake up!!! Wake up!!! It's time for the passing past to seek justice in the dirty world!! Cough up, cough up..."

The hunchbacked guy wandered and jumped back and forth between the tombstones, and continued to smile strangely while muttering: "Cough, cough, cough, cough... Are you hungry~~~ Are you thirsty~~ Want to be warm~~~ It's time to wake up!!! It's time for the dead to avenge the living!!!!"

But with this strange hunchback jumping up and down, there were whistling sounds gradually sounded in the tower, including the screams and roars of men, the sorrowful cry of women, the helpless cry of children, the crazy whispers, and the crazy shouts... These whistling sounds that came from nowhere gradually became clear from the initial inaudible inaudible, slowly became loud and unified, until all the whistling sounds turned into roars filled with anger and unwillingness...

Several white candles that provided light for the tower were extinguished in an instant with the whistling sound, and the entire tower suddenly fell into darker darker than darkness.
Chapter completed!