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

This is probably the most grand birthday banquet that Naoya has experienced so far since returning to the Buddhist monastery in his life.

From early in the morning, dozens of attendants came in and out of his originally clean and unoccupied small courtyard to wash and dress him and serve him breakfast.

God knows that he just woke up not long ago, and when everyone was still in a haze, he got up slowly with a hutch, but when he opened the barrier door, he saw a group of attendants kneeling outside with their heads bowed, almost wanting to kill him. The room was so crowded that he subconsciously took a step back in fright, almost failing to summon the caramels directly.

"Good morning, Master Naozai," the headed attendant lowered his eyes and said respectfully, "In order for you to attend today's birthday banquet smoothly, the Patriarch specially ordered us to wait here so that we can take care of you. To your place, I hope you can understand."

"...Understood," Naoya sighed, and felt a headache for a while. Originally thinking about what he was going to do at the banquet today, he tensed up a little bit. Now seeing the scene in front of him, he just felt Zhipiren did it on purpose, he really couldn't accept this situation, he waved his hands on his forehead, and said helplessly, "You all get up, do what you have to do."

"Yes." The attendant respectfully replied, and then directed the people behind him to step forward one by one, each performing their duties.

Under the careful care of several attendants, Naoya ate a hearty breakfast in a dull manner, and let the attendants put on the complicated, thick and exquisite patterned hakama for him with a blank face, as if Like a shackle, he was completely bound to the Buddhist monastery, and he could no longer break free.

Because the banquet started early, after the attendants finished taking care of everything, Naoya sent everyone away on the grounds that they needed to be quiet, leaving only two people standing guard outside the door in case of emergency, while he I, on the other hand, sat silently in the room, enjoying the last little peace of today.

Naoya slightly raised his hand, watching the delicately textured cuffs slipping from his wrist, like water waves passing by, but he couldn't feel the comfort that the soft and delicate fabric should have. At that time, I really hoped for the loose and comfortable home clothes bought for him.

Even if the quality of those clothes is far inferior to the one he is wearing right now, the dark-colored patterned hakama of unknown value.

Xu Shi sensed his master's depression, and Dot Dot poked his head out from the shadow, and the small cluster of raised light-colored feathers on his head also swayed slightly with its tilted head.

"Chirp—" Diandian blew softly. Since it was completely sculpted by Naoya, the sound it made was no longer the hoarse low sound it used to be, but it was much clearer and more mellow like a clear spring. It waved its wings slightly, jumped out of the shadow, and rubbed against Naoya's side, its furry head kissed Naoya's cheek affectionately, as if comforting, the upturned feathers made the corners of Naoya's eyes a little itchy.

"Well, it's better, don't make trouble." Naoya couldn't help laughing, avoided Dot's feathers a little, turned around and held its little head - after finishing the carving, Naoya sent some mantra into it as usual, now Diandian is no longer the petite posture that can stand on his shoulders like before, with a wingspan of nearly five meters, and with the magic power in his body, even if he were to sit on it, he could be easily lifted up by Diandian and fly high into the sky .

Although Naoya hasn't had time to test it yet.

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Naoya lowered his head slightly, put his forehead against Dot's head, and murmured in a low voice. He didn't know whether he was comforting him or telling himself. Xiangdian's eyes rubbed his fingertips on the light red on both sides of its cheeks, and he said with a slight smile, "Go back first, at the banquet later, you and Caramel may have to work hard."

"Chirp—" As if in response, Diandian chirped again, rubbing his warm palm with Naoya's movements, and then turned around and returned to the shadow, recharging his energy.

And as the little bit left, Naoya also closed his eyes, abandoned all disturbing thoughts, took a nap, and just quietly waited for the arrival of the banquet.

The so-called banquets, especially the birthday banquets of the youngest sons of the clan, are usually just another occasion for the clansmen in the Buddhist monastery to socialize, but Naozai’s birthday banquet this time is different from the past. The clansmen just watched The seat that was still empty had different expressions, and occasionally whispered to the people beside him.

Naturally, they had heard that the son of the head of the family—the young master Naoya who was said to have been 'dead' for more than a year, was miraculously found again. The banquet this time was his ten-year-old birthday banquet. With such a big fanfare, except for the New Year's feast on Sanhe Day, compared with the previous banquets, almost all of them are even worse.

If it's just like this, then it's fine, after all, if the son is lost and recovered, if the head of the family is happy because of this and wants to organize a birthday banquet, there is nothing to say.

However, the Patriarch said meaningfully that he would announce important things at the banquet, which made the members of the Buddhist monastery think about it.

Right now, there are very few young children in the Buddhist monastery, and almost none with outstanding abilities. Since Naoya returned to the Zen monastery, he has been kept away from outsiders by the patriarch in the name of recuperation. It has been half a year, but now he suddenly borrows He walked out in the name of his birthday, and made such a fuss, and said such vague words, one after another, everyone had to make a guess—if not, the so-called important things of the Patriarch, and About the next Patriarch's successor?

Zenyuan Fan is no exception to the things that other people can think of, and he even thinks more.

He squinted at his prosthetic limb, pursed his lips tightly, and unconsciously clenched his still intact hand a little bit. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, making his already cold face even more ugly. Back then, if it wasn't for the plan Mistakes and omissions, he failed to kill Naoya in one fell swoop, and now he is not just sitting in the lower seat, so downcast.

He couldn't even find the person who caused him to break his arm. During his serious injury, he was hit by people from Zhipi who took this opportunity to cut off many of his henchmen and greatly weakened his power. His vitality was severely injured, and it was difficult to return to the past, and it was precisely because of this that he turned his attention to the child.

As long as he can have a son with outstanding abilities and talents...

But at this time, Naoya, who he thought was dead, came back safe and sound.

He can come back!

Chanyuan Fan felt that the depression and resentment in his chest for the past few years had all turned into the hottest fire, burning in his body without stopping for a moment, almost consuming all his internal organs. Looking at the unoccupied seats exclusive to the Patriarch above with hatred, his eyes seemed to be quenched with the thickest and deadly venom, trying to destroy everything in front of him.

He wants to see what kind of tricks the trash who has been missing for a year can play.

Yes, it’s just a waste that has lost all its spell power, Zen Yuan Fan thought repeatedly, to calm his irritable mood a little bit, he then raised the already empty cup, and the shivering attendants behind him hurriedly took it The jug carefully poured the wine slowly for Shan Yuan, and then hurriedly retreated respectfully, fearing that if he stayed for a second longer, he would annoy the increasingly moody Master Shan.

It was approaching noon, and the cold sunlight outside the door finally broke through the thick layer of clouds, completely illuminating the entire Buddhist monastery mansion, and all the blue-gray roofs seemed to be plated with a dazzling golden light, bringing the original The dull and depressing century-old house also seems to have a different brilliance.

Naobi and Naoya, bathed in such sunlight, walked into the main hall.

As Naobi led Naoya and the attendants behind him into the hall, everyone stopped whispering to each other in an instant, and focused all their eyes on the Patriarch Naoya and Naoya beside him body.

And Naoya, who almost attracted everyone's attention, still looked the same, his eyes looked straight ahead without any waves, and he didn't pay attention to the surprised or unkind gazes of the people around him.

Facing everyone's inquisitive eyes, Naobito sat down on the main seat symbolizing the position of the head of the family with a calm expression, and Naoya sat beside him, and the attendant at the side filled his cup...uh ,milk.

Naoya: "..."

He looked at the warm milk in front of him, exuding bursts of milky fragrance, and looked at the Naobi who had already raised his wine glass, finally endured it, and raised it together with the other Cup cup, looking at the people in the Zen courtyard on both sides of the seat.

"Today is Inuko Naoya's tenth birthday. Thank you for coming and celebrating him together," the Naobi people said loudly to the crowd, "Before, he was seriously injured because of the investigation of the curse spirit. I found out that I was treated, but I was still in a coma until half a year ago, I managed to get in touch with me, and I was able to return home, but although I came back, my body still needs rest, so I couldn’t see you.”

"However, it's a blessing in disguise," Zhibiren paused for a moment, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Zaozai, he has finally awakened his spell." His expression was indifferent, as if he didn't feel that he said it at all. What shocking words came out.

After hearing the news, almost all the members of the monastery clan stared wide-eyed and looked shocked. After all, everyone present here is very clear that it was precisely because Master Naozai was too old to awaken the art that he was unable to wake up. He was arranged to stay in the team, and then killed because of investigating the curse spirit.

Now, the Patriarch Zhibiren told them that the ten-year-old Naoya had actually awakened the spell, which shocked everyone.

Especially the Chanyuan fan.

The disbelief and shock in his wide-eyed eyes shot straight at Naoya like a sharp sword, and the cup in his hand was almost crushed by him.

"How is this possible..." In the end, the fan of the Chanyuan, who was desperately enduring, only squeezed out this sentence through his gritted teeth, and his eyes were also covered with bright red bloodshot at this moment.

But Zhibiren didn't give everyone a chance to breathe, and then said, "And the spells that Zhizai awakened are exactly the ten shadow spells that our Buddhist monastery has been looking forward to for hundreds of years."

"what?!"

"Ten, ten shadows method...is it really ten shadows method?!"

"This, this... is what the Patriarch said, but is it true?!"

......

At this moment, the crowd couldn't sit still, and they chattered all of a sudden. The originally quiet main hall was instantly filled with their noisy noises, like a street market, but the people directly Not annoyed, just smiled and drank the wine in the cup, and ordered the attendant to pour another glass for him.

"how can that be!!!"

But not long after, a sudden roar broke the lively scene, and I saw the fan of the Buddhist temple slapping the table, his chest heaving unsteadily, his bloodshot eyes that were completely red, like a ghost or a beast, watching Zhibiren sitting in the front seat tried his best to suppress the resentment and panic in his heart and said, "Brother, you drank too much alcohol and your mind became confused, can you even say such whimsical nonsense at will? ! "

"Oh, of course not, why would I make fun of you with the ten shadows method?" Zhipi people remained indifferent, and he didn't care about the too aggressive fan of the Buddhist temple, and only said warmly to Zhizai next to him, "Zhizai, you have worked hard for me." Let them see."

Naoya, who was covered in goosebumps by the pretended love of the Naobi, secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, but finally stood up, put his hands together, likened to hand shadows, and opened his lips and teeth lightly, as if he had practiced countless times , expertly whispered: "Jade Dog."