Onmyoji · Genji

Author: (Japanese) Monogatari Mamoru Wang Zhengqiu
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Publish Date: 2005-08-01
Features: The movie Onmyoji is primarily adapted from this book! A beautiful 4-panel color poster is included with the book! The Simplified Chinese edition debuts first! Since the release of the Simplified Chinese edition of this book, it has received rave reviews, quickly climbing onto major bestseller lists, and has been praised by renowned scholar Professor Chen Pingyuan as "ethereal and lingering." A thousand years ago, the onmyoji Abe no Seimei and the straightforward samurai Minamoto no Hyouma became super idols in the hearts of hundreds of millions of readers. The unique "Six Dynasties charm" of the Onmyoji series represents the essence of Eastern cultural and artistic traditions, captivating audiences with its allure. Despite numerous film, television, and manga adaptations based on this work—numbering in the dozens—none have succeeded in surpassing the imaginative world of the novel. The only novel in the Onmyoji series is now officially published! A dreamlike and captivating story, with a preface by renowned scholar Professor Chen Pingyuan! Beauty! The heart-stirring cherry blossom typography! Pain! The bittersweet bond between humans and ghosts! Legend has it that during the Heian period in Japan, the world was divided between light and darkness. Humans, ghosts, and demons coexisted. The onmyoji Abe no Seimei, with his flowing robes and unrestrained demeanor, and the samurai Minamoto no Hyouma, with his long sword at his waist and pure, straightforward nature, were a pair of devoted friends who indifferent to life and death, wandering between the realms of yin and yang. They solved countless mysterious cases with wit and humor, easing the worries of both humans and ghosts. Heart-stirring, breathtaking! A dreamlike and captivating story! Twelve years ago, on a moonlit night, by the Horikawa Bridge, Minamoto no Hyouma played the flute with abandon. Not far away, a fragrant carriage stood quietly under the willow trees, its interior filled with the exquisite sound of the pipa, blending seamlessly with Hyouma's flute. Delicate fingers lifted the curtain, revealing a gorgeous woman dressed in a vibrant kimono. She looked up at the sky, her eyes like autumn water, reflecting the clear moonlight. Twelve years later, when they met again, she was consumed by an indelible ghostly presence. "Save me, Hyouma-sensei—" her soul called out in despair.