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

During the Sanhe Day, the family of the Buddhist monastery basically does not use fireworks, and all the people only eat the "Osechi" dishes prepared before the year, and the rice cake soup made of rice cakes, chicken, and radish, to welcome the arrival of the New Year.

As the time approached the afternoon, the number of people in the main hall of the main house gradually increased.

Since it’s not the time to officially start the banquet, people mostly care about greetings, but after all, they are still at the master’s house of the Buddhist monastery. The people in the side branch are somewhat reserved, or humble to please, so even though there are many people here, it’s like a real New Year’s reunion It's average, but it doesn't make people feel the hustle and bustle that the New Year should have.

Only the repressed mingling of cups and the hypocrisy and dirty chatting and laughing, the meaning of the New Year, under the taint of this group of people, has long since changed its taste, and it has only become a superficial form. Accept it all at the closest possible distance.

Who made him the legitimate son of the current Patriarch?

If it was Zhizai in the past, he would naturally enjoy the feeling of being aloof and praised by all. This would satisfy his overly inflated self-esteem, and prove that he is indeed the well-deserved son of heaven in the Zen Academy and the best successor to the head of the Zen Academy.

But now, he just feels bored and noisy.

Even the fawning smiling faces that came forward one after another made him a little sick to his stomach. The soba noodles that were not to his liking in the morning made him even more uncomfortable now, as if he would vomit in a second. Come out average.

A person's state of mind will change due to the passage of time and experience of different world events, not to mention that Naoya has been a person for three generations, and the changes in it are naturally more self-evident.

The Zhipi people stood in front of him, always keeping a distance of one step or so, neither close nor too far away, with a calm expression on his face as the head of the family, and he kept a sense of propriety in socializing. Losing the majesty of the Patriarch will not make people feel too inaccessible, which can be regarded as affinity.

Therefore, more collateral clansmen came forward to congratulate them.

Most of them are low-level people who rarely come to the master's house. They try their best to show their enthusiasm and flattery in front of the Zhibi people, grabbing everything that can be praised and flattering them. Naturally, they will not let Naozai go. The son of the head of the family.

But whenever Naoya is mentioned, the Naobi people always laugh and don't say anything, and don't express any opinions.

Once or twice may be regarded as a coincidence, but it is like this every time, Naoya can't help but look sideways, wondering if his good father has some other meanings.

The 'rumor' that his spell power has diminished has been spread in the Zenyuan family through the hands of the Zenyuan fan. Although it is only a private discussion in the world for the time being, it is not enough for the general public, but he doesn't think that Zhipi people will know nothing.

The patriarch of the Buddhist monastery's information network not only covers the entire magic world, but like a vine climbing a big tree, he can always know a lot of things that others don't.

Of course, this is not unique to the Chanyuan family. It should be said that this is the case among the three Yu families. After all, it is a family that has been passed down for thousands of years. The Patriarch controls all of this.

This is also one of the reasons why the Yusanjia and the high-level conjurers are intertwined, restraining each other and using each other.

Therefore, as long as Zhipi people think about what happened to a mere Buddhist family, they will naturally know everything. However, Naoya waited for a long time, but he never waited for Zhipi people to come to his door, or asked him to go to see him and say something.

Since the other party was silent, Naoya was naturally happy to relax, basically only staying between the training ground and his own small yard at two points and one line.

It's just that he didn't expect that Zhipiren would choose to give him such a show at this moment.Zhizai lowered his eyes, but he didn't bother to think about what Zhibiren was planning, anyway, he didn't care.

However, the people around will not let go of this point. Under the overly obvious hints of Zhibi people, they look at Naoya more inquiringly and less flatteringly, but this is only limited to the people of the same family and the people of the side branches. Although they were a bit puzzled, it was about the son-in-law, and they didn't dare to speculate lightly as they were already weak.

Chanyuan Fan was quite satisfied with this, and it was not in vain that he deliberately arranged for people to spread the news of Naozai's loss of mantra secretly. To tear off that extremely hypocritical face, let everyone know who is the real candidate for the position of Patriarch of the Zen Academy.

He has already arranged his subordinates, and he just waits for the dinner to start, that is when the good show is on. At that time, he wants to see how Naoya, a waste with almost no magic power, should deal with the attack of the magic spirit, even if he has Shier's teaching What's more, the power of the curse is scarce, and it is not bound by the sky, so it is difficult to exorcise the spirit of the curse by one's own strength.

If you die because of this, huh...

Probably due to over-excitement, Zenyuan Fan always felt a little hot in his stomach, but this little thing was not enough to affect his good mood today, and even the harsh expression in the past softened a lot, and he smiled and talked with the people around him Push the cup and change the cup.

The New Year's dinner on the first day kicked off in such an atmosphere.

As the head of the Buddhist monastery, Zhibi was naturally at the main seat, and Naoya sat obediently beside him, without rushing to move his chopsticks. The so-called banquet, of course, is not mainly about eating and drinking. .

The other members of the Buddhist monastery who were seated one after another also gradually lowered their conversational voices, knelt down cautiously, and quietly waited for the congratulatory message from the Patriarch. Only slight breathing and the rubbing of undergarments and kimonos can be heard.

The attendant filled Zhipiren's wine glass, then retreated to the side and disappeared in a corner.

The hour hand finally approached eight o'clock, and the ringing of the bell echoed faintly in the distance. Until then, the Zhibi talent finally slowly raised his wine glass, and said to the people of the Buddhist monastery, "The past year is over, the new year is over. As the year comes, I would like to wish you all a happy new year."

Probably because of the magic power, the New Year's greetings of the Zhipi people were very penetrating, spread throughout the main hall, and echoed in the side room, not letting go of any pair of ears.

However, Naoya, who was the closest, did not suffer from this. He just felt that Naoki's voice was a few decibels louder than usual. People's control over the power of mantras is indeed superior, and I am afraid that if you look at the entire Buddhist temple, you will not be able to find a few that can match it.

I really don't understand, where did the Chanyuan fan come from? The self-confidence would feel that Zhipi's human virtues are not worthy.

Naoya could even see that the fan of the Buddhist temple opposite him, who was also not far from the main seat, was looking at the Zhibiren sitting in the front seat with dark eyes, but the corners of his mouth were raised with a mocking coldness.

This expression is not quite right, Naoya thought to himself, and quickly looked away without any trace, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

Could it be today?

Naoya touched the dagger hidden in his arms - the spoils of war Shier gave him on his birthday, and couldn't help feeling a little excited.Although he had already figured out how to perform, but it was probably because he hadn't exorcised the curse spirit for a long time, and for a while he still had a bit of itchy impulse, not thinking about how to make this performance more in line with his heart The expectation, on the contrary, wants to have a good time.

Sure enough, he was suppressed for too long, and he was really suffocated, Naoya thought while rubbing the dagger, trying to calm down his slightly agitated mood.

The addition of drinks eased people's restraint, and the originally quiet hall gradually returned to the hustle and bustle just now, and Zhipiren let everyone entertain themselves after congratulating the first glass of wine, and then began to drink on their own. His attendants were also very discerning and guarded by the jug, always ready to pour wine for the Patriarch.

Naozai was pondering something in his heart, and he ate a lot in the morning, but now he has some appetite, chopsticks are poking around in the vegetables, all of which are vegetarian, and he can't help complaining in his heart, this is not a New Year's dinner, it's simply more Not as good as an ascetic.

He misses the fried chicken, chips and coke outside. Although it is not delicious, but he will miss it if he hasn’t eaten it for a long time. Then he puts a filter on the memories and the taste buds on his tongue, and compares the food he eats now. , It's a difference between cloud and mud.

But Naoya didn't feel sad for long.

Accompanied by glasses of wine, everyone's faces were more or less flushed. It was because they were excited to talk more freely with the help of alcohol. / Tide add to the fun.

Outside, the night is dark.

Just when everyone was indulging in the family glory of the Buddhist monastery and the coming of the new year, there were some untimely commotions outside, as if something was forcibly broken open, with the sound of crushing and crushing, and some things that seemed to be tragic. Crying for help.

However, the drunk people didn't realize anything, and were still addicted to showing off their great achievements, for example, how to defeat the curse spirit with one blow, and how their eyes were higher than the top, disdainful of the six eyes of the Wujo family.

If it was normal, Naoya might laugh out loud when he heard it, but right now, his focus is all on the movement outside the door. After repeatedly confirming that he heard correctly, he subconsciously looked at the Naoya next to him. Biren glanced at him, but saw that the other party was still drinking, his face was flushed and he was very happy.

As for Chanyuan Fan, Naoya could feel the poisonous snake-like eyes of the other party always staring at him as if nothing, but when he looked for the direction, he could only see Chanyuan Fan talking to the person next to him with his head turned sideways. All that was left was a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

Finally, the sound came outside the hall door.

"Ahhh-!"

A very clear scream was transmitted to the ears of everyone in the hall through the shoji door, and the noisy banquet was instantly silent, but in contrast, some liquid was splashed outside the door, and the muffled sound of something falling The sound, these sounds that should have been low and difficult for people to detect, are now extremely clear.

"What, what..." One of the Zenyuan clansmen who was the closest to the gate and already drunk asked a little dissatisfied, "Why are the people outside making noise!" As he spoke, he wanted to open the door to check after all.

However, in the next second, the door was suddenly forcibly broken open, and an invisible red shadow flew in quickly, passing over the man's head. In an instant, the man fell to the ground without making a sound, and the red liquid gushed out. Out, stained the surrounding meals and crowds.

After the red shadow tore off its head, it flew to the roof and hung upside down on the beam. It looked like a bat but had a human shape. The fangs leaking out of its mouth were dyed black and red, and its sharp claws grabbed the head, as if tasting delicious food. , click, click, devouring the brain and flesh, and the residual blood and meat slag fell on the originally clean wooden floor like this.

The strong stench of blood spread through the air, mixed with the filthy stench, and rushed into the crowd. Until then, the people around seemed to have discovered something. The previous drunkenness and so-called conceit were gone, and all emotions were transformed into the deepest feeling in their hearts. of fear and screaming.

"It's a curse, a curse spirit!"

Like a signal, almost everyone panicked and shouted for help, especially those with low spell power. They ran away with their heads in their hands, wishing they could run faster, but the broken gate didn't give them any chance, like thorns. The thick thing gradually covered the door frame, blocking everyone's escape exit while wriggling, and these black thorns were also covered with sharp thorns flowing with black water, which also exuded a strong stench.

"Exit...the exit is blocked by something!"

"This, what is this, is it also a curse spirit?"

"More than...more than one curse spirit...level three? Or level two?!"

"What to do, help...help me! I don't want to die yet, I don't want to die!"

The real climax of the Sanhe Day dinner officially kicked off under the baptism of blood and the horror of the crowd.