With Sijo Karasuma as the destination, a long team of priests and witches continued to move forward in the strange silence.
The sun is getting higher and scorching the ground, and the temperature rises.
Zong Gu raised his arm, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the hot black sacrificial wardrobe, and let out a breath of turbid air.
Seeing this, Emperor Ju smiled, then stretched out his finger and pointed it at his eyebrows.
“…”
The heat faded, and followed by a disturbing coldness. Sonogu immediately remembered the deadly place that he had finally escaped.
He took a step back and left her fingertips before he got rid of the cold atmosphere that was gradually shrouded in, and more cold sweat had already flowed out from behind.
"hehe……"
Emperor Ju said nothing and took back his hand.
The sudden accident caused Soya to stop for a few seconds, and Kyoko and the rest of the spiritual awakening people behind him also stopped, and the entire team maintained a strange silence;
He followed again and they followed.
When he spoke again, Emperor Jue did not explain why he chose Kyoko because he once again failed the Aokiri, but instead talked about the origin of the Naoyuan Festival.
"At that time, it was not long since I moved the capital... It was indeed not long for me. Those who lived in Kyoto were still a group of barbarians. When they died, they were left outside the city of Kyoto, and they were called "Wind Burial".
She raised her finger and drew a circle, "There are mass graves around Kyoto City, so there is no clean area."
"There are corpses everywhere. When summer comes, the smell of Kyoto is not heard. Later, more people moved to Kyoto, and more people died. When the bodies accumulate, they become the source of the plague."
"It was also summer at that time, and the plague became more and more intense, and it quickly swept across Kyoto... Heian Kyo became not at all safe."
Emperor Ju seemed to suddenly remember something and reminded him: "The people of Ling's tribe all died in that plague."
“…”
Zong Gu was silent for a few seconds, "Is that true?"
She continued.
"It's not just the civilians, but also the more nobles like the Asaki family died. I don't know what the barbarians thought, but actually carried the statues of the gods in the Yasaka Shrine out of the streets to drive away the plague."
Emperor Ju paused for a moment and turned to look at him, "I didn't expect that the plague was really slowly expelled. Fang Ming thought why?"
Zong Gu thought for a while, "Is the teacher taking action?"
Emperor Ju smiled in surprise, "I didn't expect Fang Ming to have such expectations for me... I am the Lord of the Yellow Spring. Unfortunately, I did nothing."
“…”
He pursed his lower lip and thought changed, "Is it because of the bell?"
"That's right."
She nodded, "Ling has read a lot of medical books brought back from Tang State, and found a way to deal with the plague."
"When I didn't notice it, Suzu organized a group of people to treat diseases, isolate them, and burn the bodies around and outside the city of Kyoto. After a while, the plague was really controlled by her."
Zong Gu was silent.
There is no such record in official history. All that is left is the Kyoto King after he toured Kyoto, the plague in Kyoto gradually subsided;
Therefore, in order to prevent the plague from making a comeback, such a ceremony was preserved, once a year until it developed into the current garden festival.
"Although it doesn't make any practical sense, there are more and more garden festivals. In the first one or two hundred years, I was quite looking forward to it. Although I became bored later, I could barely pass a month."
Emperor Ju sighed, "People nowadays only think about how to restore the previous rituals, but they don't know that the more they learn, the more boring they are."
Zong Gu could not empathize with this. "Only the garden sacrifice is once a year, for ordinary people, they are not tired of seeing it. People who have seen the present from ancient times are only teachers and bells."
"No." She shook her head, "Ling was not interested in the Garden Festival at the beginning. In the past few decades, she was willing to accompany me perfunctorily, but later I was the only one who saw it from beginning to end."
“…”
After all, admitting that the garden festival is equivalent to denying her efforts to eliminate the plague. It is natural for Chao Wuling to sneer at this... However, she agreed to his invitation without hesitation and would follow him on July 17th. He came together to watch the mountain parade.
For Emperor Orange, as the repeated festivals were staged again and again, just watching could no longer relieve boredom, so she decided to join in.
"I have experienced it myself from coachman to musician, or the god substitute sitting on the float. I have to say that it is indeed a little more interesting than just looking."
"Yeah."
Zong Gu thought about it and looked at the confused Lingju people around him, "Because they will find the teacher, so..."
"—No. If there is such a spiritual enlightened person, I really want to get to know him."
Emperor Orange shook his head and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"I just think it's rare that there are so many spiritualists gathering together, and it's really unreasonable to not tease me - after all, they are tormenting me every day."
She raised one hand and waved her way in front of her, as if she had grabbed his invisible transparent thread, and then suddenly squeezed it tightly.
The marching team suddenly stopped.
"Um!"
When Soya looked back, Kyoko, Tamako and other spiritualists all covered their throats, with a look of pain on their faces.
"teacher!"
Emperor Ju let go of his hand, unable to hide the emotions that aroused in his heart, and looked at him coldly.
"Don't worry, although I really want to kill them like this, I'm even more afraid of taking on the consequences of doing so."
“…”
Seeing that Kyoko had returned to her trance just now, Soya breathed a little relieved.
Seeing the change of expression on his face, after Emperor Orange returned to his calmness, he spoke again: "It seems that Fangming really likes her."
"Yes."
Zong Gu stopped and asked what he cared about the most at this time, "Teacher, what is the so-called 'dream'?"
"It's a dream."
She looked at him and showed her previous smile again, "Has Fangming never had a dream?"
"Of course I've dreamed..."
“—Have you dreamed of me?”
Zong Gu was stunned and nodded again.
"What kind of mood did Fang Ming dream about me?" Emperor Ju asked again, while observing his reaction carefully, "The one that impressed me the most."
He thought for a while, but only remembered that the last time he dreamed of her, it seemed that he was drunk with Akane Kirino.
And the real protagonist of the dream at that time was Chao Wuling.
"It must be missing."
“…”
She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly covered it up, "Is that right?"
"Is it a beautiful dream?"
"It's not a nightmare, but it's not a nightmare."
"Well, Fang Ming dreamed of me in an ordinary way... As expected, I don't like me anymore."
Zong Gu pursed his lips, "Teacher..."
Emperor Ju smiled, turned around and continued forward, signaling him to follow.
"For Fangming, what kind of dream can be considered a beautiful dream?"
Zong Gu followed her, and the stagnant team of Lingjuemen behind him continued to move forward, "It was probably because of a dream that realized some kind of wish."
"That's right. If you are not interested in wealth, even if you dream of becoming a rich man, you won't feel much satisfaction."
Emperor Ju looked back at him and pointed to the team in front and behind, "Fangming thinks, what kind of dream will I let these spiritual enlightened people who torture me have?"
Of course it is the ultimate nightmare.
Before he could say it, Sonoya himself rejected the answer.
When the thought changed a little, he understood what she was thinking.
“…”
How vicious this is.
"A beautiful dream."
Zong Gu took a deep breath, "And it realized all the unattainable wishes, leaving no regrets, and ultimate dreams."
Emperor Ju immediately smiled, "I am worthy of being my most optimistic child, and I can understand my thoughts in one go."
“…”
What is even more difficult to let go of than nightmares filled with fear or sadness is always a dream woven with all the beauty that cannot be realized.
The ultimate dream will only leave the ultimate regret.