The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 183 Final Battle (5)

"Remember, no matter what kind of spell it is, in the final analysis, it is a technique to influence other people's cognition, and the same is true for curses," Qian Xiaoyi said.

Because the office might be attacked by the enemy, Qian Xiaoyi is giving temporary training to Inuyama Heita so that he won't be like a headless fly, completely in the dark when encountering danger.

Qian Xiaoyi continued, "The so-called spell, or curse, is simply the condensation of human malice. The more powerful the curse, the stronger the malice. The spellcaster will transfer this malice to the target through various means. For example, swearing is actually a spell."

"Huh? Does this count?" Inuyama Heita was stunned, feeling that the quality of his sorcery had been lowered in an instant.

"Of course it counts. One of the meanings of curse is to curse people." Qian Xiaoyi said, "It's just that in order to make the curse more effective, it needs to raise its own style and form a common awe in people's hearts. But in the final analysis, the principle is still cursing. For example: if there is a vicious old lady who is overtly and covertly against your family every day because of a trivial matter, and spreads all kinds of rumors and gossips with others, how would you feel?"

Inuyama Heita felt very uncomfortable just by hearing it: "Of course I will feel extremely uncomfortable."

"Then her goal has been achieved. This is a curse that makes the target feel uncomfortable." Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "The principle of the curse is like this. Through a specific method, the target's cognition is polluted with its own malice. Now that you know the principle, let me ask you again, if you want to eliminate this malice, how many ways are there?"

Inuyama Heita thought, "If it were me, I would probably stay as far away from her as possible, but that wouldn't work, right? If I don't deal with it, the rumors will only spread more and more outrageously. If I can't move, I'll have to talk to her and make her stop."

Qian Xiaoyi said: "That's right. The first method, which is also the most fundamental method, is to make the caster stop. You can suppress him, make him admit defeat, negotiate, or even kill him directly. In short, you have to eliminate the source of malice. But if the other party is unwilling to stop, you can't kill him, or if he stops, but the rumors don't stop? What should I do at this time?"

Inuyama Heita frowned and said, "In that case, we either have to move away from here or just endure it. If we don't care about those rumors, it won't have much impact on us, right?"

Qian Xiaoyi said, "Very good, the second and third methods are peeling and digesting. Either stay away from the effective range of the curse, or digest it alone. But both methods have disadvantages. If you peel it off, you may have to pay a certain price, and if you digest it, you need to have a strong ability to bear it. If you can't bear it, it will get deeper and deeper."

Inuyama Heita asked: "Is there no other way?"

"The last method - transfer."

Qian Xiaoyi said: "Replace malice with malice, and transfer the object of rumors and malice from you to another person. When that person or thing becomes the focus and replaces you as the target of malice, then the malice will begin to ignore you. However, this method requires certain skills, which is too difficult for you now. After hearing these four methods, have you found any problems?"

Inuyama Heita thought for a while and said, "Among these four methods, it seems that there is no way to directly eliminate the curse?"

Qian Xiaoyi nodded and said, "You are right. In addition to gradually losing its effect over time, these malicious intentions cannot be eliminated out of thin air during the effective period. There must be something to carry them. Therefore, to deal with the curse, we must choose the best solution from these four methods based on the actual situation..."

"The best solution..." Inuyama Heita looked at the lottery tickets in his hand. In addition to the text, there were some discordant lines on these lottery tickets. If you look closely, they look like human faces, as if they were painted on by some method after printing. Among the four solutions, peeling and digesting are currently the most feasible. Peeling is the simplest method. You can just throw these lottery tickets away. You don't even have to throw them away. It will be fine if you spend them later. But now his goal is to experiment with the training results, so there is only one method he can choose.

He closed his eyes, changed his cognitive state, and actively explored the malice on the lottery ticket. As a psychic, he could clearly feel the disgusting aura.

A feeling of discomfort and nausea inexplicably rose up in Inuyama Heita's heart. In an instant, his heart was filled with inexplicable irritation, and everything around him became unpleasant to the eye. Inferiority, arrogance, incompetence and rage, like the snow and noise of an old TV, kept ringing in his ears, making him so irritated that he wanted to kill someone.

"Change...cognition." Fortunately, Inuyama Heita was prepared. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and forced himself to digest the sudden malice. The price was sudden boredom and mental fatigue.

At this time, the black gas on the lottery ticket had disappeared, which meant that he had succeeded.

"Give it back to you." Inuyama Heita yawned and returned the lottery ticket to Suzuki. Just as Brother Otoshi said, the curse on it was quite simple. He completely digested it in just a few seconds, without any sequelae. But the price was that he was a little tired mentally.

Suzuki stared at Inuyama Heita with some suspicion. He didn't even look at the lottery ticket carefully after taking it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and then gave it back to her. His behavior was quite strange.

In the front row, Sato looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Is Inuyama the type who gets sleepy when he's in a car? He fell asleep so quickly."

"I understand, I understand." Ono Haruna said, "This type of car is okay. When I take the bus, I feel very sleepy. I remember one time..."

After walking for dozens of minutes, everyone arrived at the street near Iwama Shrine. It was already evening, the lanterns on the street were already lit, and there were tourists wearing yukatas everywhere, laughter and joy were heard, and the festive atmosphere was in the air.

"Oh! There's a shooting stall over there. My dad taught me how to shoot in Hawaii! Let me show you how powerful I am!" Sato's eyes lit up and he rushed towards the game stall.

"Really? How many times are you going to play Conan jokes, kid?" Kawasaki shook his head, rolled up his sleeves, and said with high morale: "But I won't admit defeat, Suzuki-san, take out the lottery ticket, I want to show my skills!"

Ono Haruna cheered on the side, "Oh, that's very impressive. I really like that cat doll. I'm counting on you guys to make sure you hit it."

Suzuki couldn't help but say, "Please take care of the panda too." Although she doesn't usually say it, who isn't a girl who likes cute dolls?
"Leave it to me!" Sato said confidently.

Several people excitedly gathered around the shooting game booth, and Inuyama Heita also followed. Looking at this prosperous scene, he couldn't help but think: Brother Yi's game should be about to start as well, right?
(End of this chapter)