The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

"Master Patriarch, let me ask you, what do you want to do?" The old man with a wrinkled face and white hair drooping down his temples was staring furiously at Zhizai who was looking around carelessly. The hands in the sleeves were held tightly like dry tree trunks, and on the loose and wrinkled backs of the hands, a few bulging veins could still be vaguely seen, which showed that he was indeed out of breath.

"Isn't it obvious at a glance?" Naoya smiled shallowly, unmoved by the old man's anger at all, and still said slowly, "It's just helping the elders to move a little, so there's no fuss."

"Moving?" Maybe he was really angry and laughed back. The old man's eyebrows twitched together, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his expression became more ferocious. He raised his right hand tremblingly, and pointed to the side without looking, "Moving Just like copying the house, is the head of the house too strong and unreasonable, not to mention, when did the old man say that he needs to move! Cough—"

When it came to the end, the old man almost roared in a hoarse voice, so that he choked his already weak throat, which caused a lot of coughing, almost turning his face red.

Around the two of them, a group of attendants were rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and all the messy things were scattered all over the place. Almost everyone lowered their heads and walked out with their things in their hands. Pick it up and deliver it to the truck of the moving company that is parked outside the gate of the Buddhist monastery, all in one go.

"I advise the elder not to be too excited. If one accidentally gets angry, it will be bad," Naoya said lightly, there was no wave in his dark brown eyes. In his eyes, the anger was burning at the moment The elders are no different from clowns.

"As for why I want to help you move...Since you don't like what my patriarch has done so much, then I have no choice but to fulfill you and give you a peace of mind. In the courtyard, you can live quietly and peacefully for the rest of your life," Naoya paused for a while, then smiled again, "Of course, I will also dispatch special attendants to take care of your daily life, oh yes, in case you are old If you feel bored with the same person, I will arrange for another person to take care of you on a regular basis every month, so don't worry."

"You, you—!" Hearing this, the old man still didn't understand anything, and slowly pointed his trembling hands at Naoya in front of him. After all, he underestimated the young patriarch in front of him, even though the other party had been in front of them. On the other hand, poisoning an elder on the spot also made them really afraid and worried for a long time, but in the following days, Naoya did not do any "extraordinary" actions, no matter how carefully they tried, The other party didn't seem to care, which made them gradually come to terms with it.

After all, they were only teenagers. At that time, they thought of this with disdain in their hearts, and thought that the aggressive Zhizai at that time was just an imposing manner, a brave and foolhardy fool.

Now it seems that they all thought it wrong, the old man thought through gritted teeth, unconsciously, in the depths of his bone marrow, a sense of panic seemed to be slowly gushing out.

The old man hated in his heart that they actually treated the young patriarch in front of them as a young and vigorous child with no strength, and they all relaxed their vigilance, but they didn't expect that the other party would come directly to draw their salary from the bottom of the pot and want to take them all together. The elders directly evaded the situation, and the so-called dispatch of attendants was just to take care of them, but they were actually monitoring them. In order to prevent them from buying the attendants, they even specially changed the attendants who took care of them into a shift system.

"You, you forget your ancestors like this, and act recklessly, you are not afraid of retribution!" Under the panic and fear, the old man became more and more stern, and in the end, he could only blush, and cursed out some innocuous words from embarrassment. sentence.

"But if I remember correctly, the so-called rules of the monastery, in your eyes, there is only one 'survival of the fittest'?" Naoya held his chin, tilted his head, and said in a very puzzled manner, "Or, When you randomly put other people on the balance to weigh and compare, you accidentally forgot that you are also a member of the Buddhist monastery?"

"So, I'm just doing things according to your rules." Naoya smiled softly, his eyes became more and more unfathomable, "It's so old, it's better to retire early and let Xian go, oh yes, you go After that, the property business under my name may not be able to take care of it, but you don’t have to worry, I will hire someone to take care of it carefully, to ensure that they are still thriving, and the annual dividends will also be distributed to Elders."

"What, you—!"

The news came one after another like cannonballs. The old man, who was already in danger, was seriously injured. He was so angry that he couldn't say a word, rolled his eyes, and passed out completely. The person supported him, but facing Naoya's terrifying gaze, he didn't dare to make too many movements, but still maintained the posture of bowing, his legs fighting.

"Help him down," Naoya pursed the corners of his mouth when he saw this, and only ordered in a deep voice, "Together with the other elders, send them to the special car outside."

"Yes, Lord Patriarch!" The attendant, relieved, hurriedly stood up and helped the old man out of the door as if fleeing.

Seeing the owner of the house being sent out in this way, the servants in the house cleaned up their hands and feet faster, fearing that he would be the next person to be sent away, and Naoya, who was standing in the center of the crowd, swept around With a glance, he randomly found a place to sit down, and brushed off the dust that wasn't much on his sleeves.

Seeing this, the attendant at the side hurriedly poured tea and water for him, bent over to offer the teacup with both hands, Naozai took it lightly, and took a sip to moisten his dry throat after chatting with the elder just now.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, only occasionally a few subordinates dressed as guards came in from outside the house, respectfully reporting some trivial matters to Naoya.

"The luggage of all the elders has been packed properly, and they are all escorted to the car. The land deeds of the shops under their names, as well as some scattered industrial contract materials, have also been sorted out and perfected. The head of the family can look at them at any time," the guard said. Shou respectfully said, and briefly reported all the matters to Naozai, "Is there anything else that Patriarch needs to order?"

"Well, you did a good job." Naoya raised his eyebrows and glanced at the guard standing in front of him. After examining for a while, he suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

"Subordinate..." Xu didn't expect Naoya to ask a question suddenly, the guard seemed a little nervous, unconsciously clenched the handle of the knife by his waist, and said in a low voice, "This subordinate's masterpiece is the letter of history."

"Shinshi? The name is good," Naoya murmured and repeated, raising his eyebrows, and seemingly unintentionally mentioned, "If I'm not mistaken, I remember that you seem to have a younger sister?"

"Thanks to the care of the Patriarch, my subordinate...does have a younger sister," Xinshi lowered his head even lower, "A few days ago, the younger sister was fortunate to be selected by the Patriarch to participate in the magic-related activities with others. Instructing the training course, I have not had time to thank the Patriarch for this matter, I hope you will forgive me."

"What's your sister's name?" Naoya nodded and asked bluntly.

"My sister's name is Xin Ying." Xin Shi respectfully replied.

"It really is her..." Naoya whispered, looked at the guard who had been hanging his head in front of him, and smiled inexplicably, "Your sister's spell power is much stronger than yours, and even After awakening the art, when receiving guidance, I learned the fastest and best, although I started a bit late, but given time, I might be able to become a second-level magician."

"...This subordinate is my younger sister, thank you, Patriarch, for your cultivation," Xinshi still bowed his head respectfully, but his voice was a little hoarse, "If Patriarch is fine, I wonder if this subordinate can go first Retire."

"You seem to be really happy for your sister," Naoya smiled, not paying any attention to the retreat in Shinshi's tone, as if chatting, "Then why don't you and your sister get together more often? I didn't even go to congratulate her in person."

"Because... the subordinate is just," Xinshi clenched the handle of the knife again, with some veins sprouting on the back of his hand, and for some reason, a few memories of his childhood flashed inexplicably in his mind.

In the hazy mist-like picture, the young Xinying stood in front of him, holding a broom in her hand, desperately chasing away a group of bullying boys of the same age who had awakened the art early.

"Brother, it's okay, they were all driven away by me." At that time, Xin Ying had just awakened the magic spell, no one taught it, and she couldn't even use the magic power well, but she still stood in front of Xin Shi who was older than herself. Although there were still bruises on his face, he still looked at him with a smile and said, "If they dare to come again, I will drive them back!" '

When did it start to change?Shinshi thought dazedly that when he joined the body to stay in the team, he obviously wanted Shino to be able to... But then he——Shinshi suddenly grabbed the memory, unwilling to think about it, and his voice became hoarse Said, "This subordinate is just...an ordinary member of the team who has stayed in the body. It is not appropriate to meet her too often."

As Xinshi's voice fell, his whole body seemed to be relieved, and he relaxed completely. He lost the momentum he had just propped up just now, and there was a faint sense of depression between the brows with his head down.

"...Your sister asked me to tell you something," Naoya said slowly after a long silence, "She said that she has been waiting for you."

Shinshi was stunned, suddenly raised his head, stared at Naoya in front of him with wide eyes.

"You did a good job in this operation," Naoya suddenly changed the subject, put down the cup in his hand, and said, "It just so happens that the vice-captain who stayed in the team 'seeked another job', and his position will be taken first." I leave it to you to do it, do it well, understand?"

"...Your subordinate understands!" Xin Shi, who stared blankly for a long time, finally regained his composure, and quickly responded, "Thank you, Patriarch, for your promotion!"

"Go down and see if the convoy entrusted to the elders has set off," Naoya lifted his chin, and ordered, "If not, hurry up, it's getting late, don't make it too late, as for those land contracts, let them After being checked by others, they will be sent to our hospital together.”

"Yes, Patriarch, that subordinate will leave." Xin Shi responded, and bowed out of the room.

"It's almost ready?" Naoya looked at the attendants around, saw that they bowed in response, nodded and said, "In that case, you all go down too, I will stay alone for a while."

"Yes, Lord Patriarch." All the attendants responded in unison, and then they all retreated in an orderly manner until the last person closed the door.

After waiting for a while, when he was sure that everyone was gone, Naoya nodded and said softly, "It's ok, come down."

As Naoya's voice fell, a light and flexible figure jumped down from the beams on the roof, touched the wooden floor, but made no sound, like a feather falling.

"I can't tell, you're pretty good at buying people's hearts," the person who came was Wujo Wu, who was worried about Naoya alone. At this moment, he was putting his hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrows, and wearing the sunglasses that Naoya gave him. The face said casually, "I was worried that you would be bullied, and I squatted on it for a long time."

"It's just to buy people's hearts, just find someone who can be used," Naoya shrugged, waved his hands indifferently, and let go of the previous patriarchal aura, and regained a bit of a young man's temperament in front of Gojo Satoru, "and I’m just telling you, it’s just a group of old guys with empty mouths and brains, and you just want to follow and watch, and you can’t blame me for that.”

"Hey, didn't I think I could see something interesting?" Gojo Satoru rubbed Naoya's shoulder with a smile, stretched out a finger and shook it, and grinned, "I didn't expect these old men in the Buddhist monastery to be so dissatisfied. Yup, I was so mad at you that I fainted, and I didn't even have a chance to make a move."

"If I let you make a move, it's fine," Naoya squinted at Gojo Satoru who was leaning on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "How are you doing with Mamoko and the government?"

"Oh, so-so," Hearing this, Gojo Satoru responded a little bored, simply stretched his legs and hooked a chair, put the whole body in a difficult position, put his head behind his hands, and lay lazily on Naoya "I'm in charge of bringing your family's Zhenwang to connect with the government/government people, and then I will hand over all the power to them."

"Are you leaving everything to Zhenwang?" Naoya couldn't help feeling a little helpless, he clasped his fingers and lightly tapped the forehead of Gojo Satoru, who was resting on his legs, "I know you are lazy, and this is why People will lie down at what time, get up quickly."

"Just let me lie down for a while," Gojo Satoru murmured, "Although it didn't help much, but my legs were numb from squatting on it before."

"...You have a lot of things to do," Naoya choked for a moment, and could only roll his eyes angrily. After hesitating for a while, he finally combed Wujou Satoru's somewhat messy hair with his fingers, and brushed it away. Curling his lips, he muttered in a low voice, "Just lie down for a while."