The white moonlight is my vest

A few leaves were blown by the wind from nowhere, and they circled leisurely in the air before falling to the ground.This scene is somewhat embarrassing, although Gojo Satoru and Chanyuan Shang are also looking at each other on the surface, it is their world, but Chanyuan Shang also has Edogawa Ranpo on his back, and even Fuheshier in his body ...

Even Igarashi Feng couldn't help complaining: "Are you all coming to the Zenyuan family's gathering today?"

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The family of the Buddhist monastery might not welcome the arrival of these uninvited guests very much.

Gojo Satoru jumped up from the chair, and walked a few steps in front of Naoya Zenyuan.Chanyuan Shang put Edogawa Luanbu on the ground without any haste, raised his eyes and looked at Gojo Satoru.Although Zenyuan Shangya's height is already very superior, but Gojo Satoru's altitude has exceeded 1.9 meters.

Gojo Satoru said hello, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, Shangya, I just happened to go out for a walk, and I met you."

Even Igarashi Feng was startled for a moment by Gojo Satoru's cheekiness, and he couldn't say anything: "...He saw someone who ran from Tokyo to Kyoto for a walk?"

It's just that Gojo Satoru also brought a rocking chair and a fan... It really looks like a walk, after all, the door of the Chanyuan House is closed, and it seems that Gojo Satoru is not welcome to visit, so naturally it is impossible to prepare these for him thing.

The monk of the Chanyuan also sneered, turned his head, and did not continue to look at Wujo Wu, nor did he respond to Wujo Wu's greeting.

He first told Edogawa Luanbu: "Most of the people in this house are black-hearted, follow me later, or when the time comes..." Chanyuan Shang also seemed to think of something, and his smile froze slightly, "They threw you away. I can’t tell where I’m going.”

"I totally agree with the conclusion that most of the members of the Chanyuan family are black-hearted!"

Gojo Satoru raised his hand not to be outdone, and shouted loudly.

Chanyuan Shangye: "...Wu, this is my own housework. Mr. Ranpo is the detective I invited here. These matters have nothing to do with you."

Almost every word came out from between his teeth: "Just take care of your students yourself, the high school of conjuration won't give you a holiday so easily, will it?"

Chanyuan Shang is not too happy, like a little black cat with fried fur, Wutiao Wuxiang.This is the little black cat who clearly misses Gojo Satoru, even if he might face the fact that he is not selected again, he still sneaks out his head to take a look at Gojo Satoru.He was not greedy, he wanted to shrink back just by looking at it, and warned Wujo Satoru not to come over, not to approach him super fiercely.

But Gojo Satoru didn't intend to let the little black cat run away to other places, in that case, Gojo Satoru would never be able to find him again.

Gojo Satoru was quite natural: "It's very difficult to ask for leave. It seems that Shangya still understands me quite well. I really can't do anything about it. Whoever makes me the 'strongest', I need me for things they can't solve—— only."

Gojo Wu put his finger up in front of his lips, and moved closer, and the exquisite face of Chanyuan Shangya was completely reflected in Gojo Wu's eyes.He said in a relaxed tone, "I can skip work."

"...It's so annoying. If I were the principal, I would definitely deduct your salary. Forget it, you won't be short of money."

The monk of Chanyuan also muttered something, walked to the gate of Chanyuan's house, didn't bother to knock on the door, exerted some strength on his legs, and kicked the gate of Chanyuan's house away.As a family of conjurers, the Zenyuan family naturally added some defensive spells to the door, but these are not important at all to the Zenyuan family.The long-haired young man casually glanced at the corpse at the gate, laughed softly, and stepped on the corpse a few times.

Gojo Satoru shrugged.

This is the style of Chanyuan Shangya.

"Patriarch! Patriarch! Patriarch!"

The people directly next to the Chanyuan put down the jug reluctantly.

The flustered footsteps and shouts of the visitors completely interrupted the afternoon nap of Zhipiren of the Zen Yuan, he looked at the man kneeling in front of him with a plop, and his eyes flashed a little impatience: "That kid from Wutiao's family is going to make trouble? "

Since Gojo Satoru was born, the Zenyuan Zhipi people have been troubled by all kinds of troubles he brought.When Wujo Satoru was mentioned, his tone was quite bad.

"Yes..." The man answered subconsciously, then quickly shook his head, "It's not just him! There are also..."

Zhibi from the Buddhist monastery frowned: "He came with Xia Youjie? So what's the matter?"

The Zenyuan family didn't make any small moves against Wujo Wu recently. Thinking of this, the Zenyuan Zhipi people took a sip of wine.

"And Master Shangya! Master Shangya came with Gojo Satoru! Besides them, there is also a self-proclaimed detective..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the Zenyuan Zhipiren stood up abruptly, and the jug fell to the ground with a thud, and the Zenyuan Zhipiren didn't have time to pick it up.He strode out of the door without needing to identify the direction, and ran towards the place where the noise was the loudest.He is seventy this year, but he runs fast.

There is no other reason.

The "Master Shang Ye" who came to report... was the son of the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan, and the son that the Zhipi people of the Zenyuan had placed the most expectations on, but all of this ended in the spring of 12 years ago.When the figure of Zenyuan Shangya was reflected in his already somewhat cloudy pupils, his footsteps also slowed down.

"Don't use my father to oppress me," the monk of the Chanyuan also sat on the branch, shaking off many leaves on purpose, "I'm not here to look for him this time, what about the elders, let them get out together - I have You have to settle the accounts with them.”

Gojo Satoru, who was standing aside, rarely interrupted.

No one is qualified to handle this account instead of Chanyuan Shangye, and Wujo Wu also wants to know what happened that year.Wutiaowu turned the Zenyuan family upside down before, but failed to get a result.

"No one remembers?" Shang Yuan also raised his eyebrows, "Is the memory so bad?"

It's just that no one can answer Zenyuan Shangya's question.They all fell to the ground, their eyes wide open in horror, and they wanted to scream loudly, but found that they couldn't make a sound at all.And the tree where Shang Ye was sitting in the Chanyuan happened to be in the middle of this group of people.He obviously just picked a tree at random, but it seemed that he had chosen his own exclusive throne.

Igarashi Feng withdrew his gaze.

Chanyuan Shangya's technique is called illusion. Although it doesn't sound as imposing as Tsushima Fuki, it is the only spiritual ability among these vests.He is the behind-the-scenes informer who manipulates comedy and tragedy. As long as the Chanyuan is given enough time, he can fabricate a fantasy that covers an entire city.In terms of scope alone, it is not the most terrifying point of Chanyuan Shangye's ability.

His illusion can even...

See people's deepest fears.

In the next second, the entire mountain where the Zenyuan family was located shook, and the collapsed rubble fell down. The pupils of the people lying on the ground constricted and they tried to crawl outside.But their bodies seemed to be bound by something, and even breathing became more and more difficult. They turned their heads and looked——

It is a cold, spitting poisonous snake.

"I fainted from fright." Zenyuan Shang also looked a little regretful, "I didn't do anything, did I? It's just that they can't distinguish between reality and illusion." He jumped down from the tree and patted Edogawa Luan Bu's shoulder: "Let's go, let's take you to another place."

Edogawa Ranpo was very interested in the illusion of Zenin Naoya, he squatted down and poked the fainted person: "I really fainted... Can the fake be confused with the real?"

Gojo Satoru: "Good! Today is the long-lost Naoya & Satoru's adventure!"

Obviously, with the passage of time, Gojo Satoru's face became thicker.This caused Zenyuan Shangye to fail to react for a moment. He turned his head, and his beautiful long black hair drew a beautiful arc in the air.

He glanced at Gojo Satoru coldly: "...ah, you're still here."

"Of course I'm here," Gojo Satoru looked a little aggrieved, "Because Shang is here too."

Chanyuan Shangye: "...Cut."

He casually wiped the blood off his face.When the illusion was performed just now, blood accidentally splashed on the side of Chanyuan Shangya's face, adding a bit of coquettishness.

"Father," Chanyuan Shang also slowly tore out a smile, and looked up at the Zenyuan Zhipiren not far away, "Long time no see. I didn't scare people. These people were the ones who besieged me together back then. You Say yes, Dad?"

People directly adjoining the Zen courtyard were speechless for a moment.

Zenyuan Naoya was almost the last person to receive the news that Zenyuan Shangya had returned.

"Shang Ye of the Chanyuan?" With a gloomy face, he grabbed the messenger and asked word by word, "Is he back? Isn't he dead?"

After getting the exact answer, Zenyuan Naoya was a little dazed.

When I was young, everyone said that although Shangya of the Zen Academy did not inherit the ten shadow spells, his spells were unique in the magic circle, and his talent was also extraordinary, comparable to that of the "six eyes" of the Wutiao family.In his opinion, Chanyuan Shang should also inherit the Chanyuan family and carry forward the family. It is best to be able to fight against the Wutiao family.But the monk of the Chanyuan didn't do any of them, and even hooked up with Wutiao Wu, and joined forces to make the family uneasy.

What Zenyuan Shangye did was not like a Zenyuan family at all.He and Zenyuan Naoya have nothing in common, they are clearly brothers, but they seem like strangers.But Zenyuan Naoya does not have any memories related to him at all.

He remembered an incident 12 years ago.

Zenyuan Naoya unintentionally took a lonely path that day.At the end of the road, the Chanyuan Shang also sat on a high stone, looking into the distance.He should have noticed Zenyuan Naoya's arrival earlier, but Zenyuan Shang seemed to be preoccupied that day.Zenyuan Naozai stepped lightly and stopped not far from the Zenyuan.

Chanyuan Shang also took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, bit it and lit it with a lighter.It was obviously the first time he smoked, he was suddenly choked by the rising smoke, coughed continuously, and complained: "...I don't like this smell at all."

He froze for a moment, looked at the cigarette butts in his hand, and murmured, "But there are so many things I don't like."

"Everyone doesn't like it, and he doesn't like it either..." Chanyuan Shang also took another puff of cigarette slowly, "But those things must be done by someone, how can it be done without someone to do it?"

The monk of the Chanyuan also sighed: "It can't be done."

He seemed to be asking himself: "But there are so many people, and they are not all dead...why is it me?" After a while, he smiled and shook his head: "I don't know either."

The cigarette butt fell to the ground, Chanyuan Naoya left quietly, and he didn't know how long Chanyuan Shangye sat there, let alone understood what Chanyuan Shangye meant.He only remembered that on the second day, the Chanyuan family announced that the successor was Zenyuan Shangye.

Zenyuan Naoya thought that Chanyuan Shang had finally embarked on the "right way".