People live from five to nine in Conan

Naturally, Mu Yuan didn't care about this, he sat on the futon prepared by Fujiwara, and read the scriptures left by the old host.

This is the standard procedure for going to a private practice—dharma talks, chanting scriptures, packing up and leaving.

As for other things...

Mu Yuan didn't intend to get involved. The matter of the Fujiwara family is a bit complicated. If it wasn't for the fact that Suzuki Jirokichi, a perfect heart-loving person, had not entrusted the legal affairs, he would have turned around and left.

Instead of struggling to manage the messy affairs of an ordinary person's family, it is better to make money and go home quickly, and continue to practice karate with the members of the girls' karate club of Didan High School.

Although Mao Lilan herself doesn't know how to open that "door", behind the door, the power she possesses is beyond doubt.

Mu Yuan felt that as long as he continued to observe carefully and experience it himself, he would definitely gain something.

...

Four or ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

Fujiwara Wanguo, Suzuki Sonoko and others just listened to Muyuan "buzzing" for four or ten minutes.

Mu Yuan finally stopped.

But just when everyone thought that the "real drama" was about to begin...

Mu Yuan, however, brushed the dust off his cassock, and came to Suzuki Jirokichi with a calm face, made a Buddhist ceremony with his palms together, and said, "Consultant Jirokichi, Miss Sonoko, let's go, we're done."

"???" Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but said firstly, "Is this the end?"

Mu Yuan smiled slightly and said, "Normal rituals last three to 10 minutes. For the sake of extra payment from consultant Jirokichi, I deliberately extended it by 10 minutes without extra charge."

"..."

Mu Yuan's words were not silenced, and everyone present heard them.

Everyone's expressions are different, but there is no doubt that they are not calm.

Especially Fujiwara Wanguo, whose face was almost as dark as the suit on the housekeeper.

Suzuki Sonoko quietly glanced at Fujiwara Wanguo, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly pulled Muyuan to the corner and said:

"Hey, Mu Yuan! You promised me that you will save Xia Lang!"

Mu Yuan nodded: "At that time, I didn't say no."

"Huh—" Suzuki Sonoko heaved a sigh of relief, "Then why don't you hurry up..."

"Isn't it already saved?"

"Already... saved?"

"Do you think that, after seeing that scene, that member of Congress named Fujiwara Wanguo would still want to euthanize Jiro?"

"This...but..."

"No, but, if you don't go back soon, you will miss Miss Xiaolan's training in the afternoon."

"..."

Suzuki Sonoko stared dumbfounded at Mu Yuan's back as he walked away quickly, and cursed secretly in his heart: 【Incurable Wu Chi!If you are looking for a boyfriend, you must not find such a martial idiot! 】

...

After explaining to Suzuki Sonoko, Mu Yuan picked up a bottle of mineral water on the table, and prepared to leave directly along the way he came.

While walking, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle and filled it up tons and tons, without even looking at Fujiwara Wanguo during the whole process.

It wasn't until Muyuan was about to walk into the long corridor leading to the inner room that Fujiwara Wanguo finally couldn't help but said:

"Master Mu Yuan, since you can see Jiro's problems at a glance, then you must have a way to restore Jiro to his original state, right?"

"As long as you can restore Jiro to his original state, this old man owes you a favor!"

Because Mu Yuan's figure almost disappeared at the end of the corridor, Fujiwara Wanguo's last words were almost roared out.

As a Member of Congress, standing still and yelling... seems to be no problem, after all, this is how meetings are usually held.

...

On the other side, Mu Yuan put down the mineral water bottle, thought for a moment, looked at the butler who was already sweating profusely, then looked at Fujiwara Wanguo and said, "Not interested."

The butler who was called "Sasaki" quietly let out a sigh of relief.

But Fujiwara Wanguo said with bright eyes: "Not interested, it means that the host Mu Yuan can indeed do it, then..."

"As long as Director Muyuan can cure Jiro, then this old man is willing to agree to a request from Director Muyuan!"

"A request?" Mu Yuan stopped again and said calmly, "Any request is fine?"

Fujiwara Wanguo smiled confidently: "No matter what Host Muyuan wants to do or what he wants, as long as he is in Japan, even if I can't do it for the time being, I will definitely be able to do it in the future..."

"Even if Host Mu Yuan wants the old man to help you subdue those underlings under your vassal, there is no problem."

"But it depends on... whether Chairman Mu Yuan dares to make such a request."

"Is that so..." Mu Yuan strolled back, but didn't speak immediately.

On the side, Suzuki Sonoko hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and whispered: "This old man is a strong candidate for the future prime minister!"

Mu Yuan and Suzuki Sonoko looked at each other, and said decisively, "Then I want the knife in your hand."

"What!?" Everyone was shocked.

Suzuki Sonoko patted his forehead: [Incurable martial idiot! 】

Chapter 52 The Most Loyal Guard Dog

In the backyard of Fujiwara's villa, Mu Yuan, dressed in a Japanese cassock, strode up to Fujiwara Wanguo, looked condescendingly at the congressmen in front of him, completely ignored Suzuki Sonoko who kept waving his hands to remind him, and said calmly:

"I want this knife in your hand, can I?"

Fujiwara Wanguo raised his head and stared at the young man in front of him.

There has never been a young man, or no one, who dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, the current head of the Fujiwara family.

Who gave this young man such fearless courage?

Is it the position of Lord Erquan?

Or the Suzuki family over there?

These... are not enough!

Fujiwara Wanguo narrowed his eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Little devil, do you want this knife?"

Mu Yuan's expression remained unchanged and he said, "It's not what you said, can you ask for anything?"

"Do you know what it's called?"

"No need to know."

"..."

Fujiwara Wanguo stared at Mu Yuan, with a dangerous light shining in his pupils.

Zheng!

The blade came out of its sheath and brushed against the tip of Mu Yuan's nose, a sharp cold light shone on the wavy edge.

"Famous and authentic, this supremely famous knife has been in the possession of the first head of my Fujiwara family, and it has not changed hands for more than four hundred years. It can almost be regarded as a symbol of the head of my Fujiwara family. You, really Want it?"

Hearing this, Mu Yuan frowned slightly, he didn't want to waste so much time on an ordinary person, but for the blade in the opponent's hand, surrounded by a strong field of thoughts, he explained it again:

"It's not what you said, can you ask for anything?"

Fujiwara Wanguo was startled, as if he didn't expect such an obvious threat to be ignored by this young man.

Did he really not hear it, or was he really fearless...

...

After being silent for a moment, Fujiwara Wanguo suddenly let out a big sigh: "Okay!"

With a sharp blow of the knife, the famous Guanshi Zhengzong in his hand was put into the sheath again.

"As long as you can really cure Jiro, this knife is yours..."

Snapped!

Fujiwara Wanguo, who was making an impassioned speech, was stunned for a moment, and in just a moment, the famous Guanshizhengzong in his hand fell into Muyuan's hands.

"you……"

"Your Jiro is ready." Mu Yuan didn't give the ordinary man in front of him a chance to babble, and said directly: "Now you can approach it as you like."

Fujiwara Wanguo's pupils shrank, and then he said angrily, "Are you playing tricks on me!?"

Mu Yuan ignored Fujiwara Wanguo's roar, just stared at the blade in his hand, and under the worried eyes of Suzuki Sonoko and Suzuki Jirokichi, said calmly: "Believe it or not, if it's okay, I'll take my leave."

After speaking, he stuffed the blade in his hand into the cassock, tied it on the belt of the monk's robe, and walked away.

"Wait!" Fujiwara Wanguo said coldly: "Even if you want to leave, you have to wait for the old man to confirm whether Jiro has really recovered before leaving?"

Mu Yuan stood still, thought for a while and said, "Yes."

"Humph!"

Fujiwara Wanguo snorted coldly, and he was no longer in the mood to continue entangled with Mu Yuan.

He suppressed all the anger in his heart, and stretched out his hand to the steward beside him.

Butler Sasaki immediately ran to the side knowingly, fetched a black sandalwood crutch, and handed it to Fujiwara Wanko.

It was only then that Mu Yuan noticed that the congressman in front of him was holding a Taidao all the time because of his leg disease.

This kind of thing that has completely become a habit will not be manifested from personal thoughts, and naturally it cannot be seen by observing the heart circle.

However, Mu Yuan didn't care too much about such insignificant things. He just glanced at it, then looked away, and studied the blade he just got again.

Items entangled by the mind field are also called mind devices. Mind devices are not uncommon, but most of them are just tools used by famous craftsmen and masters. The mind field will soon dissipate completely.

So under normal circumstances, unintentional people will not deliberately collect this kind of item

—It's useless.

But this knife named "Mingwu Guanshi Zhengzong" is a little different.

The mind field entwined on it is too strong, and it has reached the point where it can exist independently even without relying on the support of the master.

"It's been hundreds of years, it's no wonder." Pulling out the blade again, Mu Yuan murmured softly: "Then, what exactly is your effect..."

...

It is not a simple matter to figure out the specific effect of the mind field.

The reason why Mu Yuan was able to discover the efficacy of Erquan Temple's recitation field was actually just a coincidence

——A guest who came to offer incense happened to produce a grain of emotional sand because of emotional agitation, and it happened to be purified by the recitation field of Erquan Temple.

Therefore, even if he got this blade, Mu Yuan might not be able to detect the specific function of its mind field at all.

This is also the reason why Mu Yuan found this knife at the beginning, but didn't want to get it

——wasting time and probably won't do anything to light up the perfect heart circle.

As for using Fujiwara Wanguo's promise to do other things...

The public security in Japan has nothing to do with GIN-san, and his promise as a member of Congress will be useful?

Mu Yuan doesn't think so.

...

Taking advantage of the time when Fujiwara Wanguo walked towards Jiro, Suzuki Sonoko and Suzuki Jirokichi finally leaned over.

Suzuki Jirokichi just looked at Muyuan seriously and didn't speak.

Suzuki Sonoko asked anxiously: "Hey! You dare to ask for old man Fujiwara's knife, are you crazy? Also, have you really cured Jiro? Do you know that if you don't cure Jiro, If you still dare to take old man Fujiwara's knife..."

Mu Yuan waved his hand, interrupted Suzuki Sonoko's questioning, and said calmly: "First, he gave me the knife voluntarily, and second, Jiro has no problem, it is the same guard dog from before, only loyal to its master. "

"Jiro is okay?" Suzuki Sonoko was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and said, "Jiro is already like that, how could he not ask..."

...

"Aw! Wow, wow, wow..."

At this time, the familiar roar sounded again.