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

When Zhibiren's subordinates drove the car to the downstairs of the hotel, he originally wanted to pick up Naoya and take him down directly, but he didn't want to be raped by Shier at the side, so he hugged Naoya tightly in his arms and walked on In front of Zhibiren, he went down first, and Zhenwang followed closely behind on the other side.

He was left alone, in the already empty and silent room, stunned for a while, then laughed, it seemed that it was not his illusion, Zhibiren thought, these two people cared more about Zhizai than he thought, and Naoya, who seems weak and gave up resistance at the moment, is absolutely impossible to accept his fate so easily and stay in the monastery obediently.

The office... Thinking of Naoya's unabashed mention of this matter just now, Naobi's heart became a little hesitant. Originally, he was still thinking whether the key to changing the current decadent status quo in the magic world would be It's the Six Eyes of the Wutiao family, but right now, it doesn't necessarily look like it.

In this short period of one year, his good son seems to have tossed a lot of things outside.

When Zhibi walked out of the hotel gate, he saw that Shier had placed Naoya well on the rear seat of the vehicle, and Zhenwang even covered Naoya gently with a beige blanket he found from nowhere, and he was afraid of other people As if catching a cold, Naoya covered the gaps in the blanket that might leak air.

During this period, none of the three of them took the initiative to say anything, just doing everything quietly like this, as if cherishing the last time together, making Zhipiren feel as if he forcibly broke up their viciousness. Same with the villains.

Although it’s not much worse, Zhibiren thought nonchalantly, in his eyes, Naoya’s superficial calm at the moment, it’s better to say that he is forbearing and dormant. After all, it can take a few years to calm down. Lai stayed peacefully in his own yard, waited for the opportunity silently, and finally left the monastery by feigning death in the name of a mission. Although there were some of his help to cover it up, it has to be said that Zhizai, who is not yet ten years old, has such a The strength of the heart, now, is absolutely impossible to never recover from a setback.

Maybe even, in a short time, the monastery might change... Zhipiren thought, but the premise is that his shadow can really become the ten-shadow method that the monastery has been expecting for a long time.

But right now there are more important things for him to consider. Zhipiren stroked his beard, thinking in his heart, what kind of reason should he use to go back and deal with those stubborn old immortals?

Amnesia, or just recovering from a serious injury?

After all, time will not pause, and Naoya's situation cannot tolerate delays. As Zhipiren sat back in the co-pilot's seat in the boundless reverie, acting as the driver's personal attendant, after closing the car door for Zhipiren, he went to Seeing Shier's almost murderous eyes, he slowly closed the rear door of the car with cold sweat and fear, and then returned to his driving seat as if fleeing.

The sound of the engine boomed as the key was turned, and the car started gradually, bringing up some fine dust. After that, the speed became faster and faster, and Naoya turned his head sideways, maintaining this posture, motionless looking at the gradually receding Shi Er really looked at them until the car turned a corner and they could no longer be seen, then Naoya turned around and sat back.

Without raising their hands to wave goodbye, or saying goodbye, the three of them just looked at each other silently until the other party disappeared from their field of vision.

Then, silently wait for the next reunion.

"Actually," looking at Naoya in the rearview mirror, it was Naobi who broke the silence first, and said as if suggesting, "They might be more willing to stay with you."

"Oh," Naoya sneered after hearing this, Shier and Zhenwang were gone, his drowsy and painful head, his body with high fever, and the disgust of going back to the Buddhist monastery again, all these emotions piled up together, let At this moment, he is like a hedgehog covered with sharp thorns, "Did you say this as the head of the family? Or, can you guarantee that they will be treated fairly in the Buddhist monastery, and let those who have bullied Those who have passed them will pay the corresponding price?"

Naoya was speechless for a while, and the Naoya reflected in the rearview mirror at this time, the impatience and resistance revealed in his expression, was very similar, should he be called a brother?

Zhizai, who had expected that the other party would not be able to answer, saw this, but let out a shallow sneer from his nasal cavity, and then closed his eyes and said calmly, "They can't spend time with me... in the present In the Zen garden."

"......take a good rest."

After all, Naobi only said this one sentence, and didn't pursue Naoya's last sentence that seemed to point too much. It would be better to say... He glanced at the rearview mirror and closed his eyes and fell asleep. Naozai knew that the other party was worried about the restlessness of the shadow and would not really fall asleep, so he just glanced at it briefly and then looked away.

The current Buddhist monastery... huh? Zhipiren raised the corners of his lips indistinctly.

When the car finally arrived at the door of the Buddhist monastery mansion, Naoya saw through the car window that every brick and tile of this mansion was so familiar that it almost made him sick to his stomach, and he suddenly felt that the drowsiness and discomfort in his head became heavier. Before he could calm down, Zhibi got out of the car at some point, opened his back seat door, put his hands through his legs and back, and took the beige blanket that Zhenwang had covered him, and put him Hugging them together, they turned around and walked directly into the gate of the Zen garden.

"Put me down," Naoya who reacted hurriedly struggled, but how could he, who was already unable to exert his strength due to physical discomfort, be able to defeat the Zhibiren who was in his prime, tossed for a while, not only holding him There was no trace of looseness in his arm, but he himself was so tired that he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say, "I can walk by myself."

"In your current situation, it's better to preserve your energy, so as not to fall asleep again, and then try to suppress your shadow, but it will not be so easy," Zhibiren looked calm, turning a deaf ear to Naoya's request , and even parted his mind and said jokingly, "What's more, it's not that I haven't hugged you before. What's wrong with a father hugging his son?"

Hearing this, Naoya's mind was stuck for a moment, his expression paused, and it took him a while to realize that the Zhipi people were talking about the Sanhe Day incident four years ago. At that time, he was injured by a curse spirit, and it was the Zhipi people who hugged him. Went to the side room, and found a doctor for treatment.

Thinking of this, Naoya couldn't help falling into silence, and no longer tried to struggle, letting the Zhipi people hold him and pass through the simple and simple gates openly, attracting the surrounding attendants to hide in the corner after bowing their heads to greet the Patriarch , Whispering, whispering.

Originally, Zhibiren didn't intend to be so ostentatious, but after thinking about it, after carrying Naoya out of the car, he handed it to the attendants to take him to the room that had been prepared long ago. The only thought that flashed through his mind was that he was too light. Naoya, who is now over nine years old, should grow his body, but his weight seemed to be the same as when he picked him up four years ago. It's almost the same, at most it's a little bit heavier.

How did Naoya eat when he was outside this year? It stands to reason that with Zhenwang's meticulous care, it would be impossible to starve him...or is it also because of the power of the spell? reason?Thinking of this, Zhibiren couldn't help frowning slightly, but Naoya, who was struggling as soon as he got into his arms, didn't notice this little change.

And when Zhibiren came back to his senses and said those words again, he had already carried Naoya through the gate of the monastery. After all, it is impossible to keep the attendant's comments under wraps. It is better to be open-minded. On the contrary, those who are spying in the dark can temporarily be uncertain of his intentions and dare not act rashly.

Especially on the side of the Chanyuan fan.

The Zhibi people carried Zhiya all the way to a single building with an old wooden structure in the deepest part of the Buddhist temple, and sent a group of guards to wait outside, and then stepped into the house with Zhiya in their arms. It was dark in the room, only a small candle lamp was lit on the iron bracket extending from the wooden walls, emitting a slight orange light.

The floor was covered with talisman papers, only a cushion was placed in the center, and Zhipiren gently placed Naoya on the cushion, while an attendant at the side was holding a tray and knelt on Zhipiren's body Side, bowed his head and offered all the utensils that had been prepared.There were not many things on the tray, only a small writing brush, a plate of unknown liquid that was as thick as ink but exuded the smell of herbs, and a pair of silver metal bracelets engraved with runes.

"These are all used to help you channel and appease the turmoil in your body." Zhibi picked up the brush, dipped some of the black liquid, and drew on Naoya's forehead, "That is to say, In the end it's up to you to tame your restless shadow."

Feeling the itching from the wet forehead, Naoya resisted the urge to retreat after listening to it, and only said with a touch of sarcasm, "Is this the way you said?"

"Of course, this is the best way," Zhibiren's expression remained unchanged. After painting the forehead, he pulled Naoya's collar away, and continued to paint in detail between his collarbone and neck, "Pull your clothes well." , Wait for the ink to dry before letting go, if you rub it off, it won’t work.”

While Naobi was talking, Naoya could clearly feel that the traces that the other party had painted on him with a brush were slowly changing from cold and clammy at the beginning to gradually warming up, with a touch of comfortable warmth , immersed in his meridians, like a spring breeze, gently and gently guiding the rampant mantra in his body.

Feeling the significant changes before and after, Naoya pursed his lips, didn't ask any more questions, and simply pulled his collar to make it easier for Naobi to continue drawing on him.

"Okay, next is the arms and legs." After drawing the rune on the collarbone, the Zhipiren dipped in the ink again, turned his head and whispered to the attendants on the side, and folded up Naoya's cuffs and trouser legs. , raised Naoya's arm again, bowed his head and started the next round of drawing.

Naoya looked at his arm, which was gradually covered with strange black runes as the tip of the Naobi-ren writing brush wandered away. After a long silence, he finally asked in a low voice, "...do you think I am Ten Shadows method?"

"I don't think it's important," but seeing that Naobi's pen tip didn't pause for a moment, it was still smearing on Naoya's arm like a cloud and flowing water, and then asked the attendant to raise the other arm, and said lightly, "The important thing is you how to think."

"I want to be the patriarch of the Buddhist monastery," Naoya looked at him, his tone was calm, as if he was just talking about everyday things, "Is that okay too?"

After hearing this, the attendant on the side lowered his head even lower, his back was covered in cold sweat, and even his kneeling knees trembled slightly. He only wished that there was no crack in the ground for him to slip in. After hearing this conversation, can his life be saved?

And as Naoya's voice fell, Naobi also finished the last stroke. He took the metal bracelet on the side, broke it apart, made a light click, and then clasped it on Naoya's wrist.

The bracelet was set against the orange candlelight, and even the texture on it was faintly reflecting luster. After finishing all this, he looked at Naoya again, with some scrutiny and some elusive emotions in his eyes, "Then you The best is indeed the Ten Shadows method."

After getting the answer, Naoya lowered his eyes, quietly looked at the black runes on his arms and legs, and remained silent.

"This bracelet can temporarily suppress your chaotic spell power when you are unconscious, and you cannot take it off easily until you successfully tame your shadow." Zhipi stood up, put the brush back on the tray held by the attendant, Instructed, "Of course, you can't step out of this room. As for the three meals a day, I will send someone to deliver them."

"From now on, you can stay here with peace of mind," Zhipiren turned and left without looking back, "No matter what happens outside, you don't have to care."