"Crash la la la..."

Among the collapsed buildings, countless "blaze men" who were wrapped in firelight and withered limbs slowly stood up and gathered towards the location of Abe Temple...

"If you are reborn a thousand times... then I will kill you a thousand times, what's the harm!"

The sword light reappeared, the newly appeared fire tornado, and the surrounding "flames" were annihilated again...

"Yujurou!!!"

Between the stalemate between the light of the sword and the flames, a tall man, also holding two swords, jumped out of the fire, and the thick and long double swords in his hands cut grass to the surrounding "blaze men", setting off a black one after another. Blurred head.

"I brought the people from Yin Yang Liao here!"

"Matsumoto-sensei? ! Why is he here……"

Although he didn't have the beard on his face, Abe Temple immediately recognized that this bold-faced uncle was his mysteriously missing Kendo teacher, Ginji Matsumoto.

"It's useless, only by sealing off this Zhenxiu can this fire be completely extinguished!"

Under the scorching flames, Matsumoto Ginji had already turned black, but in an instant he regained his whiteness.

"Tuyumen Shinto Yin-Yang Liao, "Shou Chen Ding" see reference! "

Behind him, several priests in black hunting clothes stepped through the flames and came to the two of them.

"Please keep us around... the matter of sealing, just leave it to us."

One after another flying rune papers surrounded them, and the flames they touched went out.

"So that's the case, the cause and effect of all this comes from that half of the small sleeves? 』

Looking at this scene, Abe Temple, who was enlightened, suddenly darkened in front of him...

"That's why this swordsman named Yujurou is showing me this memory to tell me..."

When his vision was clear again, he had appeared in a small main hall.

"No, this is not the memory I want to show you."

The man's cold voice rang in his ear.

"This is buried in reincarnation... your own memory..."

"Are you... Yasushiro?"

A man in a robe and with a pair of knives on his waist, turned his back to him, and knelt in front of a goddess statue tied with a rope.

"Zhuang Sijinyouemon, and the nearly 100,000 earthbound spirits who died tragically, have been sealed by the Yin Yang Liao."

"No accident, within a few hundred years, these souls will be consumed..."

Talking to himself, the man unbuttoned his clothes, pulled out his waist, and gently pressed his sharp sword to his abdomen...

"Asagiri's ashes are also integrated into this statue, and I hope to serve Goddess Benzaiten at the knees and help seal this thing to forgive sins."

"Wait, what are you doing?!"

Seeing the other party's solemn and extremely familiar movements, Abeji frowned and stepped forward to grab the knife, but felt empty.

"Since this is over, I have my own sins to be forgiven."

You Shoulang turned his ear to him and smiled lightly: "Don't stop me... Remember, this is just a memory, a small thing that has long been annihilated in the long river of history."

"Pfft..."

With Nawaki's stab and slash, blood instantly stained the ground of the shrine.

"Hi... it hurts... When Chao Mist cut his abdomen, when those innocent people were trapped in the fire, it was so painful, right?"

Yushou Lang lowered his head, his body twitched slightly, as if he was seriously savoring the pain of cutting his belly.

"I haven't had time to write the death poem, so I'll use Mr. Xin's "Lonely Way"... uh... just on that day, on the way to Maruyama, Hong Kong, I had already recited it."

As if he was tasting a mellow wine, he drew a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, and murmured and closed his eyes: "This is the end, if the encounter that day was destined to be a mistake, I have never regretted it, only grateful... "

"It's a pity that I couldn't see her for the last time."

Abe Temple was silent, his eyes widened and he stood there, as if he wanted to engrave all this in his memory.

"Remember, that thing must be sealed..."

Then, he unconsciously opened his mouth and blurted out the words, which overlapped with Yagyu Yasushiro's voice: "No matter how many reincarnations it has gone through, I dare not forget it!"

This time, Abe Temple finally saw the face of this man named Yujurou.

It turned out to be his own face.

...

"Zhenxiu... it's the fire of Zhenxiu!!!"

In the red light district of Yoshihara, Abe Temple, who was pale and frowned, yelled and turned over from the stretcher.

"Pfft!!! Lihua Piaoxue is this guy from Xiaoqiang, can he wake up with such a serious injury?"

"Ugh, my eyes!!!"

Sousuke Araki, who was so scared that he was drinking water, sprayed Oida Yuan across the face.

"The resentment of the seal in the Shenyin did not come from the fire of Yoshihara!"

Ignoring Sousuke Araki's complaints, Abe Temple almost roared out the words stuck in his chest.

"It's the spirit of grievances that perished in the 'big sleeve fire' that burned the entire Edo!"

"What?! Furious fire?"

Hearing his words, Hiroshi Changda and others on the side seemed to have reacted to something ~lightnovelpub.net~ and their faces turned pale.

"...No wonder, there are so many Earthbound Spirits buried in that God Hidden!"

"True show fire... How showy?"

Only Sousuke Araki, who had never passed the history exam, everyone woke up and I was alone and still dazed.

"The fire of the sleeves is the fire of Mingli I mentioned earlier! You don't know anything about Araki-kun..."

"Please, such a famous historical event can be found on google and wiki! 』

Oida Yuan disdainfully took out his mobile phone, opened the web page and handed it to him.

There is a saying, "Fire and strife are the blossoming flowers of Edo".

With an average of once every three years and a total of 89 large-scale fires, Edo ranks first in the world in both the number and scale of fires.

Among them, the Mingli fire was the most tragic, and even further promoted the urban expansion of Edo and the development of the fire protection industry.

The Mingli Fire, also known as the "Sleeve Fire" and "Long-Sleeve Kimono Disaster", is the earliest and most tragic fire in Edo on record, and it is also the second largest fire in Japanese history after the Tokyo Air Raid and the Great Kanto Earthquake. The worst catastrophe.

According to historical records, on March 2, 1657, when a deceased girl was cremated at Edo Honmyo Temple, a gust of wind blew away a burning sleeve and set it on fire...

Because of this strange wind, the fire spread from Honmyoji to the Tenshou Pavilion, Honmaru, Ninomaru, Nishinomaru, etc. of Edo Castle along with the wind, and burned 2,574 hectares out of control.

The fire lasted for three days and three nights, turning two-thirds of Edo Castle into ashes, devouring more than 500 daimyo mansions, more than 700 hamoto mansions, countless samurai mansions, and more than 300 temples. , more than 400 cities and towns, about 107,000 people died in them.