Curse of the Eye of the Dead

It's the monastery's fault.

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If you only look at the character and don't involve family interests, the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan are indeed pretty easy to talk to.

He is a typical carefree and informal character. Compared with the ancestral rigid concept of [spell] and [mantra] as a measure of a person's full value in the Buddhist monastery for a hundred years, the scope of the "strength supremacy" that the current patriarch upholds is wider. A little wider.

To put it simply, he advocates strength, so he agrees with the idea that the Buddhist monks have been attaching importance to [spells] and [spell power] for a hundred years. After all, the conjurer is indeed an unfair profession whose talent accounts for at least [-]% of the upper limit of strength, but the Buddhist temple is directly adjacent. Not entirely limited to this.

Because there are many strong people other than conjurers.

It's like a powerful but unable to get rid of the curse, and it's like... Fuheshier, who has completely zero magic power and is rejected by the entire magic world, and is burdened with the sky and the curse.

For the Zhipi people of the Zen Academy, as long as they have the right strength, can fight with him or are far stronger than him, then no matter whether the power possessed by that person is a spell based on spell power, or whether they can cast off curses, it doesn’t matter. Let the people directly adjacent to the Chanyuan look at each other seriously.

——This is much better than more than half of the old guys in the magic world who are proud of their status as magicians.

Therefore, every time Fu Heisher had to contact the family of the Buddhist monastery, he would choose to directly connect with the patriarch.

In Shi Er's impression, the other party was the only person in the entire Zen Academy who had real power and was willing to listen to him and have room for communication.

But this is not enough to make Fuhesher feel good about him, at most he thinks that the other party can cooperate in the transaction.

As a "strength supremacist", the Zenyuan Zhipiren...in fact, he doesn't pay much attention to the living environment of the weak at the bottom, and he will not do anything for it.

For him, if the weak want to win the respect and attention of the strong, and to stand on an equal footing with the strong, they must show their "speciality" or "possibility" enough to make the strong worthy of attention just work.

He cannot empathize with the situation of the weak.

When Shier was the weakest, he was bullied and didn't get any help from anyone. He had no magic power, and he couldn't kill the curse without a magic tool in his hand. This trait was underestimated by the entire magic world.Even if his body gradually becomes stronger as he grows older, he will not be taken seriously—because most conjurers can use spell power to strengthen the body, and the little bit of power possessed by the original Xier is actually not conspicuous.

Until his talent was awakened bit by bit, the strongest body bestowed by God unknowingly reached an outrageous level, and gradually made the people in the monastery fear... At that time, Shier no longer needed anyone's help.

Before revealing the "specialness"... in an environment full of discrimination and malice, with almost no resources, how much suffering must a person who is sentenced to the label of "worthless" just because he cannot become a conjurer go through To get up?

Shi Er, who has an unacceptable alternative talent at the bottom of the family, is already in such a difficult situation. One can imagine the situation of other people who don't even have the strength to resist.

Shi Er, who has never received kindness, can no longer feel even the slightest sense of belonging to the monastery, and only boredom and hatred are left in his heart.This kind of negative emotion can no longer be redeemed by a person's belated attitude.

all in all.

Although there is still an old-fashioned side to thinking, even such a Zenyuan direct neighbor can be regarded as the most enlightened patriarch of the Zenyuan family in history.

However, this enlightenment is not enough for him to put aside family interests to maintain his private attitude.

As the head of the family, the direct neighbor of the Chanyuan must put the interests of the "Chanyuan" first, which is far prior to his personal feelings and thoughts.

People directly adjacent to the Chanyuan appreciate Shier, but it is undeniable that Shier today is not of any benefit to the Zenyuan family, or rather the opposite.

After all, the opponent who is a "sorcerer killer" has always caused a lot of trouble in the magic circle in the past, and he still committed the curse of breaking into the Xingxing Palace where Lord Tianyuan was and killing the vital astral body. The key criminal in the art world, coming back to life again, is just a chance for the higher-ups to personally sentence him to death.

In addition, it is even likely to be used by opposing families to make a fuss.

After all, when Fu Heisher's body was restrained by the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan, if the other party was resurrected, the Zenyuan family would definitely not be able to escape questioning.

The gray-haired but muscular old man can't help but think of the worst: for example, their feuding Wujo family is likely to do this-the fact that Shi Er, who was born in the Zen Academy, almost killed Wujo Wu was enough to make the Zen Academy and Wujo The relationship, which was not optimistic, deteriorated again.

The Zenyuan Zhipi people, who have endured a lot of pressure from the Gojo Sect over the years, couldn't help worrying that Gojo Satoru would take this opportunity to find fault with him.

As the imperial family, the Chanyuan, if it is necessary to keep Shi Er, it is not impossible, but it is still the same sentence: there is no benefit.

Shi Er will never have a sense of belonging to the Zen Academy, and will never be used by the Temple, and may even turn against the Temple... No matter how you think about it, this is a real loss-making business, or a big loss.

Wearing a baggy kimono and pinching his white beard, the Zenyuan Naobi thought for a long time, and finally picked up the wine gourd and drank a big sip of wine, and slowly made a decision.

——The best way now is to take the initiative to express one's position and put the Chanyuan family out of trouble.

The dead... As expected, they should go back to where they should go.

The monastery investigated Fu Heisher's lonely tomb, and confirmed that the other's grave had been picked up and his ashes were stolen, so he reported Fu Heisher's resurrection to the higher-ups, and incidentally, that the other party was looking for his son.

As expected, the high-level officials issued a reward order to Fu Heisher.

Fu Heisher had expected it a long time ago, and his face was indifferent.

After all, the curse master's bounty has been hanging for decades and nearly a hundred years.

The magic world is understaffed, and the curse spirit event will always take precedence over the curse master event. Most of the time, it is much easier to hunt down the curse spirit than to hunt down the cunning human curse master, and basically the former's commissions are already full. schedule, so there are very few teams dedicated to hunting down cursers.

Unless the Curse Master unfortunately ran into the Conjurer face-to-face, or the Curse Master himself came to the door to make a large-scale anti-human attack, the reward order would not be very effective.

Shi Er had expected this situation a long time ago, he had long guessed the choice the Chanyuan family would make, and he was happy to see it.

——It would be great if the magic world could help find his son and use it as bait to lure him out.

Shi Er thought: Anyway, it is very simple to avoid the bounty offer, and Hui is talented, and nine times out of ten he is not close to his father. For the magic world that regards talent as everything, my son will not be found. accident.

Fu Heisher is completely comfortable with offering rewards.

Wujo Satoru, who was caught off guard by the news, was stunned for a while before recovering.

That bastard came back to life?

Still looking for Hui?

Gotiao Wu, who investigated Fu Heisher's past on a whim back then, raised his eyebrows, and after reading the report of the monastery, he laughed mercilessly.

——Look at you, what a failure, there are still so many people who want you to die after being alive.

And Kei... that guy wants to find Kei?

At this point, you finally think of being a good father who is worried about the safety of your child?

Wujo Satoru had a delicate expression, and he couldn't help but recall the scene when he went to kidnap Hui, the child expressed his opinion of his biological father calmly and indifferently.

[I'm not interested in knowing about him. After all, I haven't seen him for many years, and I have forgotten both his appearance and his name. ]

[However, now I understand why that guy disappeared... probably because he used the money from selling me to eat, drink and have fun. ]

The child who had been abandoned by his biological father since he was one or two years old had been completely disappointed in the man he hadn't seen for nearly ten years without any explanation or comfort.

The child's natural expectation and yearning for the biological father who is connected by blood will be worn out by time.

Gojo Satoru gloats: It's too late for you rotten person to wake up now, Hui already has a reliable new father!I will call others daddy intimately!

Looking for cubs?

A certain white-haired conjurer showed a malicious expression.

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Gojo Satoru didn't have the idea of ​​chasing and killing that Heaven and Tyrant. If you hate him, you hate him, but he has already done his revenge.

What's more... In this world, only life has no chance to start over again.

Forcibly breaking away from death and reviving, and regaining consciousness, is nothing more than letting the soul rest in peace.From a conjuration point of view, this isn't very interesting.

Because the time that belongs to me has long since stopped, and my life has long since ended.

The soul that is forcibly retained is like being locked in a cage, and it will gradually wear out. Even if it maintains its human nature now, it will eventually become the opposite of the original distorted appearance after being overwhelmed.

And for a soul distorted to that extent, there is only one way to exorcise, and it can no longer rest in peace.

Gojo Satoru thought of a certain black-skinned and white-haired figure, and exhaled with a complicated expression.

——At least he is fine now, and he still has a chance to find a solution other than exorcism.

all in all.

The white-haired conjurer was very sure that he had killed the other party, so Gojo Satoru thought with certainty: Fuheshier is now 100% just a living dead in a special state.

He has no interest in hunting down a dead man unless necessary.

Having said that, the other party's short life was also quite interesting... Besides, although he was not recognized by Zai himself, that guy was still Kei's biological father.

Originally, he thought that if one day Hui was finally willing to learn about his biological father, then he would tell the child everything he knew carefully... But now, it might be better for Hui to get in touch with him.

Fuheshier's experience... To some extent, it is quite touching.

There is another reason—even though Wujo Satoru disliked the tyrant extremely, he did not deny the opponent's strength.

The man who was born with the sky and the curse on his back... his strength is undoubtedly at the top level.

And they have no hostile position now.

[...People always have weaknesses and things worth shaking, and you have to find these, and then seize the breakthrough. ]

[Wujo-kun, you don’t necessarily have to find a partner, a cooperative relationship based on interests is also fine. ]

Mr. Mantra's suggestion was well listened to by the young and energetic conjurer, and the always willful white-haired conjurer reluctantly endured his discomfort, thinking and analyzing patiently.

Gojo Satoru: Mr. Uno is willing to help me (within a certain range), and the father of Hui (referring to the father of the mantra) will help Uno unconditionally, so round up, Hui is on my side!

Hui is on his side... Judging from Fu Heisher's performance after his resurrection, that guy's position is actually quite flexible.

No, no, it's too early to draw conclusions. After all, that guy is simply a top-notch rotten person rarely seen in the world, and he can't make a judgment based on his performance for a while.

Gojo Satoru thought with a serious face, as expected, he still had to observe for a while.

As for how to observe——

The expression of the white-haired conjurer was particularly sinister.

He decisively (acted as a demon) drew the attention of high-level officials to Fu Heihui, and then paid his own money to sneak into the black market and spread false information about [the black-haired, blue-eyed child is 12 years old and has a talent for spells], spreading Fu Heisher all over the world slip around.

Let's see how much he cares about Hui!

Skate for at least five years!

Of course, Gojo Sato thought: The reason for choosing this number is definitely not because I was slipped away for five years...!

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Shortly after.

The weather was clear and cloudless, and the day was still calm.

in the afternoon.

Gojo Satoru, who had just spread another false news and was in a good mood, passed the work to the younger generation of the family, and then happily took the time to sneak to Kitazawa's house.

Without going through the door, he went directly to the yard.

It happened that because the children were not at home, he took his mother to sit on the edge of the edge and quietly drank tea and basked in the sun.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Uzuo."

"Good afternoon, Wutiao-kun." Mr. Juling replied politely in a low voice, "It's rare to see you come to my place in the afternoon... Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Scented tea?" Gojo Wu sat down cross-legged in the empty space on the right side of the mantra, and said carelessly, "Just add sugar and drink."

"Hold on."

Mr. Mana Ling nodded, then got up and took a small porcelain pot of white sugar and a spoon, put it down, and skillfully brewed a cup of hot scented tea and handed it to the other party, "Add sugar yourself...but no more than three spoons."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the refreshment to Wujo Gojo, and Uogi asked, "Wagashi I made myself, do you want to eat it?"

Gojo Satoru unceremoniously picked up a soft and sticky wagashi and stuffed it into his mouth, then his eyes lit up, and while chewing, he happily added sugar to his cup of scented tea.

After three spoonfuls, the mantra spirit calmly took the white sugar porcelain jar and placed it on the left side away from Wujo Wu, directly blocking it physically.

Gojo Satoru tried to steal it back quietly.

Bonetail, whose bone spurs had been suppressed, slapped his hands away, and even hit his head.

Gojo Satoru, who hadn't turned on No Lower Limit, yelled loudly, "Just add one spoonful, just one spoonful."

"No, I said up to three teaspoons." Curse Ling took a sip of tea, lowered his eyelashes peacefully, and said without refusal, "The teacup is only that big, if you add more, it will only taste like sugar water, so no .”

The 25-year-old white-haired man, who was as willful and difficult as a five-year-old child, turned his head with a stinky face, "Tch."

Uno was unmoved, and didn't lift his eyelids.

Less than three seconds after the "tch", Gojo Satoru, who was once again attracted by the wagashi, narrowed his eyes again, eating one after another without stopping, and quickly swept away.

Uno observed for a while, "You seem to be in a good mood today."

"Did you see it? That's right." Gojo Satoru raised his signature wicked smile after [after teasing the Kitazawa children], his white teeth were extremely conspicuous.

Uno raised his eyebrows subtly, and for a moment seemed to see the picture of Chacha being kicked by Gojo Wuqi.

After a long silence, he couldn't help asking, "Who did you play a prank on again?"

"That's not a prank, absolutely not." Gojo Gori said confidently, "It's just a reasonable test."

Uogi's depressed eyes silently looked at Gojo Satoru: ...

The white-haired conjurer, who was not guilty at all, blushed and heartbeat.

In the end, the black-skinned and white-haired Mr. Curling sighed and worried like an old father who has nothing to do with children.

"Although I don't know what's going on, but remember to measure...you offend people too easily."

Gojo Satoru turned his head and pretended not to hear.

He cheekily yelled from the bottom of his heart: I am obviously very modest, you just love to worry about Old Antique!