attack on rotten oranges

"Well, the environment is good." Getting off the car, Bunbu Shuhei stood on the stone steps, looking up at the green hills and the vermilion torii gates.

The end of the winding approach to the shrine disappears among the lush trees, in the silence and solemnity, occasionally there are crisp birdsong.

The upper level will not arrange the meeting place in the main hall of the shrine, right?Bypassing the torii gate and walking on the long road paved with bluestones, an absurd idea came to Shuhei Bunbube's mind.

Halfway through the walk, a man in kimono who had been waiting for a long time appeared in the path. He stretched out his hand to the lawn on the side of the approach path, signaling Bunbu Shuhei to look there.

Then the barrier opened with the movement of the man in kimono, revealing a path that had been covered up.

"Please." The man in the kimono said respectfully.

Bunbu Shuhei watched with great interest a crack that opened out of nowhere in the air, and the real scene under the barrier behind the crack. He was not in a hurry to start, but asked: "Is it the same principle as [Account]?"

"Yes, hide the road leading to the meeting hall, so as to prevent non-magic masters from recklessly disturbing the cleanliness of all adults." Speaking of non-magic masters, the man in kimono was faintly contemptuous.

"Oh, that's it." Bunbe Shuhei nodded, then straightened his clothes in front of the crack, and stepped into the barrier after everything was checked.

The man in the kimono did not follow, and the gap closed behind Shuhei Bunbu.

The gray-haired boy looked back, and after being cut off by the barrier, he could still see the mossy stone steps, but the figure of the man in the kimono was completely blocked by the barrier.

Simultaneously shield the inner and outer barriers?It seems that this is not a common path.

According to the various sneaky behaviors of the upper class trying to hide their identities, they will definitely not rest assured that they will step out of the enchantment when they know nothing about the outside world and are easily ambushed.Therefore, there is no need to waste a bug.

Bunbu Shuhei was disappointed and stuffed the small machine that he had just taken out by tidying clothes back into his sleeve.

The path is winding and winding, and only one person can pass through it. Bunbu Shuhei walked forward unhurriedly, and even had the energy to appreciate the stone shrines and lanterns on the roadside.

The gray-haired boy was very calm - he had already expected that this meeting would be inevitable, and he had made every effort to prepare for it.

All he needs now is adaptability and a little bit of luck.

***

Zenyuan Chong, who is the cousin of the current Zenyuan Patriarch Zenyuan Zhipiren.When the previous Patriarch competed, he was too young to be selected. When the current Patriarch competed, he was automatically ignored because he was too old.

Now, he takes on the status of an elder who is neither high nor low in the Buddhist monastery, and has a group of juniors who flatter him. He seems to be living a good life, but he cannot satisfy his real ambition.

Therefore, no one in the Chanyuan family knew that he was already a lackey who was begging for mercy under the command of others.

At this time, Zenyuan Chong was sitting behind the screen with a teacup in his hand, his eyes glistened with a sinister light: He very much hoped that after the meeting, "that lord" would issue an order to deal with this generation of [Spell Manipulation]. Will crush it with his own hands.

Zenyuan Chong looked around, the plain white screen covered his identity and blocked his sight.

After I get rid of the yellow-mouthed child, I will strive to win the favor of the adults and stand out from the crowd... Chanyuan Chong gritted his teeth and thought, blue veins popped up on the back of his skinny hand holding the teacup.

Although it was separated by a screen, the movement of someone taking a seat at the first place caused a small commotion in the hall——

Everyone knows that this is the arrival of the grown-ups.

Zenyuan Chong felt a little regretful, and put down his teacup: Your Excellency coming to the venue means that [Spell Manipulation] has passed the test of spell power, and the meeting will start normally.

However, he still has a chance.Chanyuan Chong clenched his fists viciously, silently distorting his expression.

Now, the scars on Zenyuan Chong's face are gone, but the humiliation given to him by the [Spell Manipulation] is still lingering in his throat.

At the entrance, the boy's steady footsteps sounded from far to near.

The Buddhist temple is built behind the screen, like a poisonous snake hiding in the crevices of the rubble.

Boy, don't blame the old man for being cruel and ruthless. If you have any complaints, go complain about your ancestors.Who let you inherit [Spell Manipulation]...

***

At the end of the path, there is a building similar to the gate of a shrine, and there are waiters waiting here.

Bunbu Shuhei's footsteps stopped for a moment, but then he maintained his pace naturally.

He has experienced a lot, and knowing the existence of the curse, he naturally doesn't believe in gods, but the behavior of the upper class pretending to be gods and implying that they are gods in order to put psychological pressure on the visitors makes Bunbu Shuhei displeased.

Wenbu Shuhei now believes that it is really possible for the upper class to build a main hall-style building for themselves to serve as their meeting hall.

But now is not the time to do whatever you like.Bunbu Shuhei, led by the waiter, lowered his eyebrows and walked inward through the Shenmen.

"Please leave your name here for inspection." The waiter presented the booklet.

When I opened the book, there were all the names of the people who were summoned by the upper echelon.Bunbu Shuhei saw Gojo Satoru's name.

Gojo Satoru wrote his signature with the same unrestrained and unrestrained personality as his character, but he held his temper and carefully drew a pair of hands with middle fingers on the left and right sides of his signature.

It's hard for him to draw the hairs on his fingers clearly with a brush... Shuhei Bunbu picked up the bamboo brush offered by the waiter, and secretly praised Gojo Satoru for his creative mind when provoking the upper class.

"Spell tool?" Starting with a bamboo brush, Bunbu Shuhei raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, in addition to your handwriting, you also need to leave your spell power." The waiter explained respectfully.

It is a very simple magic tool, and its effect is to convert the magic power poured into the pen barrel into an ink-like liquid at the tip of the pen, which is used for writing.

But Bunbe Shuhei tried to use it, but he still couldn't get the mantra into it.After trying it twice, the third time the pen barrel "cracked" and there was a crack that ran through the entire pen barrel.

Shuhei Bunbe held the cracked spell tool and looked at the waiter wordlessly.

The waiter seemed to have expected it, and took out the ink cartridge with a smile: "Please use this instead for the time being."

"Will there be any problem if there is no trace of magic power left?" Shuhei Bunbubu signed and put the bamboo pen and book back into the tray in the waiter's hand.

"I will report to the next level, and maybe I will make up the signature after your meeting is over." The waiter closed the book after the ink was dry, carefully kept the bamboo pen, and guided Shuhei for the Ministry of Education.

The entrance is hidden, the passage is downward, and the meeting hall is actually built inside the mountain.

After the waiter saluted at the entrance of the passage, he picked up the tray and retreated. Shuhei Bunbe could only step into the darkness alone.

Walking alone, Bunbu Shuhei turned cold:

The bamboo pen just now is a cryptic test of mana. Whether it can be used to write is used as a standard for the stability of mana, and a limited number of attempts is used to prevent the situation that the testee does not input mana while acting.

Fortunately, I have my sister to help interfere with the flow of my spell power, otherwise the temptations from the upper layers would be endless, and it would be hard to guard against.

The upper echelon of the magic world has been able to control the magic world for many years, and successfully rejected the intervention of the king, not to mention its moral level, there must be no shortage of means.

Bunbu Shuhei warned himself again, to rectify his mentality and go inward.

When the light penetrating through the entrance gradually weakened, it was not enough to illuminate the road, and the passage turned in one direction.

Bunbu Shuhei turned the corner, and there was a long corridor with white candles burning between the load-bearing columns on both sides. At the end of the long corridor, you could see the dark door of the meeting hall.

Shuhei Bunbu stopped in front of the corridor.He once thought that the combination of layers of body searches in Mafia port, the exclusive elevator leading to the top floor, and the heavily guarded corridor in front of the chief's office was already a model for exerting pressure on visitors.

Unexpectedly, the upper echelons of the magic world could do something more exaggerated.

Torii, shrines, barriers, gates, corridors...

The quiet and solemn atmosphere represents the mysterious building, the pressure of walking alone for a long time, the elusive waiter, and the anxiety of damaging the magic tool and not completing the signature...

This is the upper echelon's blow to the people summoned here, and it is also an invisible psychological confrontation between Bunbu Shuhei and the upper echelon.

"Well...after you meet such people, just cure them of their second disease." Mr. Dazai took his students through the process of being summoned by the leader after he became the leader of Mafia at the port. After the end, he paralyzed On the leader's desk, say so.

A group of sophomores with wrinkled faces?Shuhei Bunbu couldn't help smiling.

With his hands in his sleeves, he walked unhurriedly through the corridor and into the meeting hall...

The door of the meeting hall was closed with a bang.

After a moment of darkness, the chandelier on the top of the meeting room was lit up, Shuhei Bunbube stood in the center of the meeting room, surrounded by countless screens standing silently in front of him.

Everyone was in the dark, only Bunbu Shuhei stood in the light.

The atmosphere is eerie and solemn.

But Shuhei Bunbu, who had seen through everything, was not suppressed by the atmosphere, but wanted to laugh even more.

"Shuhei in the lower part, the heir of the Bunbu family."

He saluted the first person sternly, and at the same time, he was still pondering: wouldn't the white paper on the screen be moldy in such a cold and humid place?

The salute ended with relative silence.

The person in the first place seemed to want to hang out for a while, an ignorant young man who had escaped his orders many times, so everyone sitting with him remained silent as the air gradually solidified.

Standing in the center of the light, Bunbu Shuhei looked respectful and restrained, but in fact, his thoughts had diverged to the point where he imagined a group of old men holding blank paper, and had to pull out the mushrooms on the screen before the meeting, and then re-paste the blank paper with his own hands...

Well, just think about it.How could this group of old oranges do it themselves?Let the relatively innocent minions go.

Bunbu Shuhei blinked.

Are they still talking?

Tell me to practice closed mantra with them?

The lights are so dim...

The upper echelons of the magic world should be relieved. All the foreshadowings they painstakingly arranged are actually effective.

It's just that the effect should not be as high as the upper echelons wished - Shuhei Bunbu, who should have been nervous, did not panic under the influence, but instead became a potential chatterbox with rich inner drama...

When the fantasy in Shuhei Bunbu's mind has developed to "Today is my debut day, I am the only one standing under the lights of the stage, and my fans are all holding huge cards, but because of shyness, they use the cards as a screen to hide Look at me secretly from behind..." At that moment, the person with the first head finally spoke.

"Is this Shuhei Bunbu?"

Like a signal, behind the screen first confirmed the identity of Shuhei for the Ministry of Education, and then "helped" introduce his deeds, which included many accusations against him.

Some even came up filled with righteous indignation and began to question the crime: "Shuhei Bunbu, you are good at exposing your spells, and you have attracted the king's authority to take over, and you have ulterior motives, what do you want to do!"

Bunbu Shuhei, who had been bowing his head as if listening respectfully, his eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound clearly:

"What purpose do you have next, as the elder of the Zen Academy, don't you know it best?"

"Chanyuan Chong—the elder."

Realizing that someone on his side was suddenly revealed, everyone behind the screen looked like a cock that had been strangled.

In the dead silence, Bunbu Shuhei quietly raised the corner of his mouth——

The little bit of luck he needed had already come into his hands.

The author has something to say:

Shuhei who came to his senses afterwards: I actually imagined that those old oranges were my fans? ! (horrified)

Shuhei: yue——

PS: It is not a bug that Zenyuan Chong has received [Spell Manipulation] damage~

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Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of sleep four times a year; 1 bottle of Xiao Xiaoyan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!