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

Naoya's drastic changes to the Zen Academy are still going on.

Not only did they send a group of elders to the different courtyards, but also used the assets they left behind to invest in the office and the cultivation and development of the youngest children in the clan, regardless of gender, especially in education. All the young children of the Zen Academy under the age of ten were packed and sent to elementary schools with good reputation in the Kyoto area to learn from scratch.

As for those Zenyuan clan members who are over ten years old but underage, Naoya set up a special school inside the Zenyuan, hired experienced teachers of various subjects from outside, and went to the Zenyuan to teach, and strictly stipulated that Private schools must also strictly follow the system of ordinary schools outside.

That is to say, whether it is the big or small test, or the final selection, everything is linked to the pocket money you can get every month, or "salary". Not all of them will be deducted cleanly.

Since the people in the Chanyuan are all pursuing to become strong, it is better to start with the little things of academic performance, Zhizai, who made this regulation, said so to everyone in the Zenyuan.

This move naturally aroused a lot of discussion in the clan, but right now, all the elders in the clan have been sent away by Naoya, and the former patriarch, Naobi, has already entered the retirement state of raising flowers and birds, the greatest joy of the day Just watching the latest TV series on TV, without any comment on Naoya's series of actions, and Zenyuan fan... After being beaten by Naoya one after another, he has completely collapsed, together with him Together with the remaining subordinates, they lived in their own courtyard and never cared about outside affairs.

Therefore, Naoya, who is only 13 years old, the youngest patriarch of the monastery in a hundred years, has full power to make decisions in such a large monastery. Even if there are some doubting voices, he only dares to hide in the dark and dare not make any noise one two.

When all the disciples in the Chanyuan were at a loss, and they hadn't really understood the upcoming "school", Naoya specially summoned them together into the hall.

Facing several faces that were confused, helpless, contemptuous, or distracted, he calmly stood on the steps in front of them, and glanced around at this group of teenagers who had not been penetrated too deeply by the mud of the Buddhist monastery. Behind the crowd, he turned his head and asked Xin Shidao, who was standing by, in a low voice, "Is everyone here?"

"Yes, Master Patriarch," Xinshi replied, clasping his hands, "all people of suitable age, regardless of gender, are here."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work," Naoya nodded, looked at the boys and girls with different expressions in front of him again, raised his voice slightly, and said calmly, "I let you come here today, not for anything else, just for one thing , that is, starting tomorrow, all of you must officially begin to accept the cultural courses of the clan school system, whether it is mathematics, physics, chemistry, or liberal arts and Mandarin, you all need to learn."

"Of course, you don't have the right to choose not before you reach adulthood. If any of you are dissatisfied with this, you can leave the Chanyuan right now and have nothing to do with the name of the Zenyuan from now on. As the head of the family, I guarantee that It will never be pursued afterwards."

"As for those who stay, no matter whether you want to take over the family business after you finish your studies, or continue to be a magician, or even find another job, regardless of gender."

"In the end, I only have an old saying from the Hua Kingdom for you." Naoya paused, looked at the young people in front of him who had widened their eyes, and then said slowly, "'Jade can't be cut, it can't be used', I hope you Everyone can take advantage of this opportunity."

"Now, go back and prepare yourself."

After finishing speaking, Naoya took Xinshi and left the hall together, leaving only a group of boys and girls in the room, talking a lot.

Outside, there is a light rain falling in the sky, together with the layers of dark clouds and the cold wind passing by from time to time, it adds a bit of biting coolness to Kyoto in February, except for the evergreen cedars and cypresses. And shrub holly, in the huge courtyard, there is a sense of desolation and desolation. The dry branches sway with the wind, and occasionally there will be a few silent "squeaks".

For the whistling and blowing wind, a little out of tune rhythm was added.

"...Master Patriarch," Shinshi looked at Naoya's back in front of him in silence, and finally couldn't help but whispered, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Naoya asked without turning his head, but his tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care about Xinshi's answer.

"There are many! Whether it is your intentional cultivation and promotion, or taking care of my sister so that I can reconcile with her, these are all..."

Received Naoya's response, Xinshi hurriedly replied with some surprises and eagerness, as if he wanted to finish the words that were pressing on his heart in one breath, but in the middle of the conversation, he was worried that being too excited would disturb Naoya's mood, Barely stopping the unfinished words, he only respectfully whispered again, "Really, thank you very much."

"I don't need to repeat the same thing too many times. You just need to do your job well." Naoya turned his head and gave Shinshi a sideways glance. It's just an opportunity, and that's the same for everyone."

"Yes, Lord Patriarch, I understand," Xinshi responded immediately, but then, a bit of hesitation appeared on his face, as if he was worried about something, and he asked with some entanglement, "But, if someone really doesn't want to If we follow the arrangement of the head of the family and insist on leaving the monastery... what should we do then?"

"If someone can muster up the courage to leave everything behind and leave the monastery..." Naoya slightly raised the corners of his lips as he spoke, and there was a little smile between his brows and eyes, but the smile didn't reach his eyes , "Of course I will keep my promise and never pursue it."

Xin Shi, who was following behind, couldn't help being startled when he heard it.

"However," seeing Naoya change the subject, he said with a soft smile, "they have stayed in the monastery since they were born, and almost none of them have stepped out of the gate of the monastery. Everything, leave here, and choose a future that is uncertain for them."

In Naoya's memory, there are only two people who can do this in such a big Buddhist monastery, one is Shier, and the other is Maki.

However, the two of them had already left the monastery, and Naoya thought in his heart that it is even more impossible for someone to choose to leave at this time.

"Master Patriarch..." Shinshi looked at Naoya's receding back, and muttered in his mouth, his heart was beating like a drum for some reason.

Therefore, Naoya seems to have given the boys and girls in the Buddhist monastery a choice. In fact, for them, this choice is almost non-existent. If Naoya really did something extraordinary to persecute them, maybe they would still muster up the courage Give it a go, but right now, Naoya just wants them to study.

Especially for the young girls in the Zen courtyard, this is more like a once-in-a-lifetime good news. Most of them have already seen how their mothers lived in the deep house of the Zen courtyard like a walking corpse. , They were born in this Buddhist monastery, followed behind their mother, and were forced to learn to accept all orders and arrangements from the men in the clan obediently.

But right now, the new Patriarch Naozai told them lightly with the force of thunder that the seemingly eternal and indestructible rules and chains that shackled them around their throats had now turned around.

After you finish your studies, you can do whatever you want, regardless of gender...

They silently recited the last few words of Patriarch Naoya in their hearts, and there were thousands of emotions in their hearts for a while, but they were all difficult to express. They were able to learn the guidance courses related to spells, and they were no longer treated as maids or children. Tool teaching, which already made them feel unbelievable, and now, the head of the family actually told them that they can choose their own future!

"Xinying, if what the head of the family said is true..." The girl with a bit of flinching in her eyes looked at the girl next to her who was almost half her head taller, and whispered nervously Asked, "Then... do you still want to be a conjurer in the future?"

It's just that this girl named Shin Sakura looked at the direction Naoya was leaving in a daze, without saying a word.

"Xinying?" The girl called again with some doubts, "What are you thinking?"

"Ah?" Xin Ying, who just came back to her senses, replied in a daze, and slightly lowered her head to see the girl beside her, and said casually, "No, it's nothing."

"Oh... Then do you want to be a magician in the future?" The girl nodded and asked again in a low voice.

"Well," Xinying was silent for a moment, thinking of Shinshi who was standing behind Patriarch Naoya just now, the gaze she met at that time, and the movement of nodding slightly, she smiled, as if she was telling herself, Clasping his hands on his chest, he replied in a low voice, "I will do it."

Shinsakura... At the same time, I also thought of my sister's Shinshi in my heart, and a soft and shallow smile gradually appeared on my face. This time, we can definitely...

"History—"

Suddenly, Naoya's shout from the front interrupted Xinshi's momentary thoughts, he shook his head when he came back to his senses, quickly raised his head to look at Naoya, and replied loudly, "My lord, what are your orders!"

"What are you thinking, hurry up and follow up," Naoya reprimanded nonchalantly, seeing Xinshi approaching him non-stop, and then continued, "What time is it now, what time do the people from the government/government say?" come over?"

"Yes, Lord Patriarch, it's almost noon now, 43:[-], it's almost time for you to have lunch," Xinshi replied with a bow, "As for the government/government, the representative they sent informed us of the meeting in advance The time is three o'clock in the afternoon today."

"Really," Naoya thought for a while after hearing this, "Just in case, you go and take all the materials you have prepared for the talks and bring them to my room, and I will go over them again, and by the way, go to my room. Father called over, he must be present for today's meeting."

"Yes, I understand, Patriarch," Xinshi responded, but then he looked at Naoya with some concern, and hesitated, "But Patriarch, your lunch..."

"Just ask the kitchen staff to make two light dishes and deliver them to my room." Naoya interrupted nonchalantly, "Let's finish what we have to do first."

After hearing this, Xinshi pursed his lips, and finally replied respectfully, "Yes, Patriarch."

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"Zenyuan Naoya..."

Somewhere in the gloomy, smelly city sewer, a pale, stooped, plain-looking man, hiding under the dim light, whispered Naoya's name inexplicably in his mouth.

He is ordinary, even ugly, if the only special thing is the scar that almost runs through his entire forehead, but for some reason, this scar seems to have not healed completely in time, or it is cracked again. Open, at the positions of the temples on both sides, along the stitches, a light pink flesh color that makes one's scalp tingle is bloomed. Along with the gaps of the meat threads, there seems to be faintly visible white bones, and even in it, there are rice grains. Objects of all sizes are wriggling non-stop.

And at his feet, from time to time, a few gray-spotted mice with sparse fur and water stains ran past, chirping and neighing. Together with his hoarse voice, they quietly walked along the flowing stinky ditch in the empty sewer. reverberate.

"You really hurt me so much..." The man almost gritted his teeth, and his seemingly powerless hand, like a dead branch, ruthlessly grabbed the dark green moss-covered wall and pulled it out. Several deep cracks.