Listen to the words of all things and clearly see the soul of heaven and earth.
Cross the river, cross the sea, cross the yin and yang, cross the world, and cross the hearts of the people. Born out of obsession, it is for all sentient beings. To die for one's obsession is to save one's soul.
The name I walk on this shore is Wei Sheng Shirakawa. Born into a soul-wading master family, demons and ghosts usually call me Lord Shirakawa.
"You fish-lipped humans."
There was once a game that was very popular. At the moment of evil, people in green clothes light a hundred running lanterns made of blue paper and filled with lamp oil in a dark room, and then place a small wooden table with a mirror next to the running lanterns. People gathered in another dark room next to the darkroom and began taking turns telling ghost stories. After each story is told, the storyteller must walk in the dark to a room with a lamp, blow out a lamp, look in the mirror, and return to the original room. And then the other guy continues like this. After telling the ninety-ninth story, blowing out the ninety-ninth lamp, people stopped. The last remaining wick was left to continue burning, and everyone continued to sit around and wait for dawn. This is called [Hundred Monogatari].
So, a hundred ghosts walk at night, the green lights turn on and off, let's play a game.
Note: This is purely fictitious, any coincidence is purely the same. There is CP. A cute story about watching monsters.