Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"...Whatever you say."

The girl glanced at the ancestor Miko, and hid her anger and killing intent under her calm appearance: "Whether you believe it or not, time will prove everything."

"Including the appearance of that evil fairy today?"

"..."

The girl was a little unnaturally silent, but she quickly said again: "Her appearance is unexpected, even'he' doesn't know, except for us, there are others who can enter here on the premise that this world exists. ."

"Heh," the predecessor Miko let out a chuckle of unknown meaning, and said faintly: "Eighteen years ago, you came to Gensokyo and told me the truth about Hakuri Miko."

"Then you believe it."

"Yes, because I have no reason to doubt. The truth you said, I have already had my own guesses, but it is just a piece of evidence."

"So, why are you still making the same mistakes now?"

The girl expressed her doubts: "Why do you choose to go back to that place if you know everything? That is not a paradise, at least not your paradise."

"...I have never hated Zi, even if she kept it from me without saying a word for more than ten years, she even planned to keep it until the day I die."

The maiden of the first generation lowered her head, and on her heavily shadowed face, only those eyes were extremely clear.

"Before I just had no choice, so now... I want a chance to decide my destiny."

"Then you can just follow that guy back directly? Why do you spend so much effort going around in a circle? Isn't the boy's purpose to bring you back to Gensokyo?"

"It's different," the old witch shook her head: "It's different."

"What's the difference? You will die then, and now that witch will die too, nothing will change."

"Then I will try to change it to you."

The maiden of the first generation smiled, smiling very confidently: "Just like the evil fairy said, let everything come to an end."

"You are too arrogant, Miko."

The girl looked at the ancestor witch contemptuously, and said, "I don't deny that your choice to tell the boy the truth is a very bold choice, but it is far from enough.

"Oh?"

"The inheritance of Hakuli maidens lasts for thousands of years. Each generation of maidens is extraordinary. Wouldn't they discover the abnormalities you can detect? But why hasn't anything happened for a thousand years?"

The girl sarcastically said to the maiden maiden: "What can you do by yourself?"

"Yes, I really can't do anything by myself, but isn't there still him?"

The predecessor witch smiled slightly: "I don't believe in your Adam, but my Wuya."

"Sophistry, this is obviously the same person..."

"I said it, it's different."

The maiden's gaze drifted away, that was Wu Ye's departure direction. At this moment, her eyes seemed to reflect the immature figure that did not exist here, arrogant, gentle, and a little unreliable.

But it is trustworthy.

It's worth her gamble to trust each other.

"Oh, right," the first generation witch suddenly raised her head and asked: "Speaking of which, Huo Qing'e seems to have said something about the veins when he left."

"Oh, that's..."

Chapter 22: Prince Shotoku

"Since the beginning of chaos, the sea is not dry, and the stone is not rotten, so why do human beings die?"

"The cycle of reincarnation is endless, life and death flow long, this is the rule, this is ethics, this is necessary for the cycle of yin and yang, and it is also the avenue of the cycle of heaven and earth."

"Because of this, when the world is twisted, I shall be here."

"As a saint, as a guide, as a detachment who crosses the fetters of life and death, guide you and others on the way forward."

"My name is Feng Cong Er, the son of God, I respect this great road of heaven and earth, and Fang becomes a saint."

"I enshrine the believers who want to establish my legend, suppress the demon monks who want to erase my existence, I have come to the world, if there are those who disagree, just let them go!"

When the saint in the noble purple robe ended his long talk about the occasion of his resurrection, he discovered that there seemed to be no one on the ground at this time except a dazed magician and a black-faced witch.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" The girl who claimed to be a saint scratched her hair a little awkwardly: "Why does the timing seem a bit wrong?"

...

Reimu was very angry, very angry, not only because her shrine was destroyed twice in a short period of time, but also because the "murderer" dared to speak out in front of her.

Although the real murderer had already escaped thousands of miles, she didn't think that this guy who appeared suddenly would have nothing to do with that strange fairy.

but……

"The breath of faith," Reimeng frowned slightly while looking at the purple-robed girl in the sky, and muttered, "Is this guy a god?"

"No, I am a saint."

"..."

God knows how this guy heard Reimu's self-talk from so far away, but Reimu's unconcealed answer made Reimu sigh of relief.

It’s not a god.

In fact, when it comes to speaking, Reimu is not afraid of the gods at all. It shows that she is a witch but disrespects the gods. This may be a very bad thing in itself, but the Hakuri maiden is obviously an exception.

She hasn't done anything less recently about breaking the wrist with the gods.

It's just that if the opponent is from the side of a god, then I am afraid she will be very troublesome to fight, because there are more restraints, and the god is a god after all, and the ability to be troublesome is simply annoying!

If you can't kill or hurt, you can't achieve the purpose of venting people.

A saint or something, although I don't know what it is, as long as it is not a god!

Reimu looked at the purple-robed girl with bad eyes, but the other party was also looking at her.

She didn't know if it was Reimu's illusion, she always felt that the other party seemed to have seen through her thoughts, a sense of transparency that everything about herself was exposed to the other party's eyes made her very uncomfortable.

"What an amazing human being."

The two of them looked at each other in silence for a long time. The luxurious girl in purple robe, the girl who claimed to be Feng Cong Er's son, suddenly said: "You can learn a lot from you, no, it should be said that you can learn from everyone. To something."

"Huh?" Reimu's speech was unclear.