Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Siji Yingji Amasanadu, Lord Yan Mo of the hell, speaking of Wu also once had a relationship with the highest judge of the hell.

I remember that it was a few years ago, when the Hakuri maiden was not Reimu, but the predecessor maiden.

The specific memory has been blurred, and Wu Ye only remembers that once he entered Gensokyo, he happened to meet the Reimu of an ancestor maiden who was about to go out in search of no return at night.

The two left the shrine together, and found a hangover maiden on the side of the car stall outside Renzhili. She was being preached in a state of half-drunk pain, and the one who dared to preach to the Hakuli maiden It is Siji Yingji.

At that time, Wu was still young, and he didn't know how powerful Yan Mo was. But when he grew up, he gradually understood that the strength of the young girl, er, was the strength of Siji Yingji.

"Master Four Seasons..."

Xu Shi Komachi didn't expect Wu to ask such a question, but fortunately, she is a talkative person, or she is a representative of Gensokyo's crude nerves, and has no worries about discussing things like her boss in private.

"Master Four Seasons is a very serious person. To put it bluntly, he is serious enough to be stubborn. Sometimes it is really troublesome."

"Troubled?"

"Every time I skipped work, she would come here."

"..."

Isn't this taken for granted!To Komachi, whose speech was full of points, Wu managed to resist the desire to complain. It was not that he was taking care of Komachi, but he had a hunch that if he vomited out, I am afraid that this topic would no longer be able to stop. .

"However, although Lord Four Seasons is sometimes very annoying, she is actually a very kind person."

"Even if you preach every time?"

"Haha, this doesn't count."

Komachi touched his head and smiled indifferently:

"Master Four Seasons, as the chief referee in hell, has always worked hard."

Speaking of this Komachi put a joke away, and said in a rare serious tone:

"Because if a person's crime cannot be accurately judged, then it is possible to cause irreparable harm to the other person. Even if it is an ordinary person, Lord Shiji will do his best to make the judgment."

"The verdict..."

When Komachi said that, Wu Ye's respect for the young girl Yan Mo was inexplicably surging in his heart, and then he asked casually:

"By the way, you just said that the judgment of a person is based on the pre-life benchmark?"

"No, it's not."

Komachi shook his head and said:

"Master Four Seasons has its own standards for judging the good and evil of things. If they are completely different from human standards, they have different views on the severity of the sins they committed during their lifetime."

"Uh, how about it in short?"

"Simply put, the judgment is the final decision by the Lord Four Seasons, the Lord Four Seasons infers, the Lord Four Seasons judges, and the Lord Four Seasons judges the final attribution of the deceased. Everything is decided by the Lord Four Seasons. White is white and black is Black, no escape, no resistance."

"..."

Isn't that a tyrant policy that is random in accordance with his own willfulness!Give my respect back to my young girl Jizo!

Although he was madly complaining in his heart, Wu Ye still kept his expressionless calm on the surface.

"In that case, what if a misjudgment is made?"

"Misjudgment does not exist."

Shiki Yingji's most loyal dogleg, um, is the subordinate god of death. Komachi completely denies Takeya's statement:

"Master Four Seasons will never make a misjudgment."

"What if? Don't tell me that it hasn't been once for so long. Although she is a young girl, she should be quite old, right? She is the chief referee."

"Well……"

Saying this made Komachi suddenly unable to refute, even if she wanted to answer "no" immediately, but in fact, an exception had already emerged in her mind.

"Misjudgment is not uncommon, but it can't be counted as a miscalculation."

"...What does this mean?"

"Since I became the god of death, Shiji-sama has never misjudged, but before that..."

"Go on."

Komachi, who was hesitant to speak, still spoke under Takeya's repeated urging:

"Master Four Seasons has served as the chief judge of hell since a long time ago. She told me about this. Long ago, she issued a sentence and threw a pure white soul into the deepest part of hell."

"Pure white... does it mean innocence?"

"Who knows."

Tan Tanshou said that he did not know, Komachi's eyes gradually drifted away:

"That's been a long time ago. No one can tell the specific situation. Besides, I was not a god of death at that time. No, it is not clear whether I was born or not at that time..."

"Ok."

Wu Ye ended the topic casually. He just asked casually, and he didn't think much about it. After all, how people judged and thought that he had nothing to do with him... Even if it did, it would be decades later.

Everything on the river was still shrouded in mist, but Wu Ye could already vaguely see the outline of the bank in front of him, but on the eve of reaching the other bank, the boat suddenly stopped.

Wu also raised his head questioningly and found that Komachi had taken the initiative to lower the oars.

"Komachi?"

"Speaking of which, I almost forgot about this matter."

"Ok?"

The puzzled Taker also frowned and watched Komachi put his hands on the pair on her chest...Hey!What are you guys doing!

I saw Komachi in a very indecent, or a very bad posture, pulling out a thing wrapped in dark cloth from his chest.

"Give you."

"Eh?"

Before Komachi's thought-provoking action had been slowed down, Wu also subconsciously reached out and caught what Komachi had thrown.

"what is this?"