The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 683: The Journey to the Mountain of Osorrow (36)

The white bridge connected the two sides of the Sanzu River. On this side were Qian Xiaoyi and his friends, while on the other side was an endless sea of ​​red flowers. Countless gorgeous red spider lilies swayed gently in the breeze under the moonlight, and it was unknown where the end was.

Ling Nai followed Qian Xiaoyi's instructions and used the power of the mountain god to activate the magic circle. She looked at Qian Xiaoyi in surprise and said, "Mr. Qian... I clearly saw him being pierced by the zombie? But why... Did I see it wrong?"

There was a smooth cut on Qian Xiaoyi's T-shirt on his chest, as if it was torn open by something sharp, but the skin inside was intact, making Lingnai wonder if she had just seen an illusion and that she had only cut her clothes.

"No, I saw it too. He was indeed stabbed." King Kong breathed a sigh of relief. "But no matter what method Mr. Qian used to offset the damage, as long as he is fine, that's fine."

The mountain god Nengmian saw some clues. He blew his beard and glared, saying, "Humph! That kid suddenly changed in an instant."

"Change?" Suzuna was a little confused.

The mountain god Noh-men replied, "I don't know how he did it, but in that instant, he transformed from a human into a ghost-like being. I could also feel that there was something very scary in his body, even stronger than that zombie."

"...Mr. Qian is so awesome." That's all King Kong could say.

Ling Na suddenly understood: "Well, since it's Mr. Qian, it's not surprising that he has some weird tricks."

After all, what he taught them was bizarre enough, and it wouldn't be out of place for him to have some even stranger techniques himself, as long as he didn't stand on the enemy's side.

Over there, the zombie did not struggle immediately after being tied up. It stared at Qian Xiaoyi calmly and said, "It's really unexpected that you can do such a thing. It seems that you have a relationship with the Chinese who imprisoned me in this body?"

"You don't need to know so much, because I'm going to send you back to hell soon." Qian Xiaoyi said with heavy breathing. A few black hairs like parasites floated in his eyes. Something kept trying to get out of his body. Even though he successfully avoided the fatal injury just now, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Really? I'm looking forward to it." The zombie turned his head to look at the buildings that emerged from the ground around him and said, "But... just these things? If I'm not mistaken, these things... are paper, right?"

The white things emerging from both sides were nothing but two neat rows of lamps, which led to the arch bridge behind Qian Xiaoyi as if to guide the souls of the dead. The arch bridge was also extremely pale and colorless, like the part in an animation scene that had been forgotten to be colored.

"Of course it's paper." Qian Xiaoyi sneered: "How about I build a new bridge for you?"

These are all paper-made items prepared by Qian Xiaoyi. As a Taoist priest, he has to perform rituals frequently, so he is often familiar with local paper-making shops. This business of paper-making shops also has its own traditions.

The paper-making made by those paper-making craftsmen with a traditional tradition is often more exquisite than ordinary paper-making. Sometimes it is even so exquisite that it can be transformed into corresponding things when placed in the ghost realm. Not only in appearance, they can also play corresponding functions. Even ghosts cannot tell whether they are real or fake.

Unfortunately, Qian Xiaoyi didn't know any good paper-making craftsmen, so he had to come by himself. But his skills were very ordinary, which resulted in the guide lights and even the "Naihe Bridge" in the magic circle being thin and pale, as if they would collapse immediately if stepped on.

If an experienced craftsman were to make these things, he would not be so perfunctory.

But there is no way, time is too tight, so it’s fine as long as it can be used.

"In that case, you can try it." The zombie said to Qian Xiaoyi, "Why are you just standing there?"

Qian Xiaoyi shrugged: "You'll know soon." If the zombie's face wasn't so "stiff", perhaps it would reveal a puzzled expression.

"If you think you can let me cross that bridge, you are wrong..." The zombie's body began to exert force, and the ink line on its body was stretched straight. It would not take long for it to break free from this degree of restraint, but at this moment, it suddenly noticed the abnormality around it.

First, the two rows of paper soul-guiding lamps suddenly lit up without any warning. They lit up one by one in an orderly manner towards the direction of the bridge. The faint blue ghost fires burned quietly in them, but they seemed to have no temperature and could not ignite themselves.

Some thin white mist slowly appeared around the zombies, causing the temperature to drop a lot.

King Kong on the side could even see the white air he exhaled.

The zombie turned his head and saw translucent figures slowly passing by him, walking slowly along the road in the middle of the lanterns, heading towards the paper bridge, and then disappearing into the field of red spider lilies on the opposite side of the bridge.

"Exorcism...is that so? So this is what you were planning." The zombie's tone suddenly became gloomy, and its eyes looked in a certain direction. As Grandma Tao's master, it certainly knew what was going on.

In the courtyard of the temple, Wei Bo and a group of psychics began to recite scriptures for salvation, and the whole courtyard was buzzing.

The Osorezan Grand Festival is a ritual that, in addition to worshipping the mountain god, also serves the purpose of liberating the dead and praying for the deceased. Now, they are simply continuing this practice, and all the mediums and monks on Mount Osorezan have begun to focus on Miwa and liberate the souls that refuse to return.

They did this every year, but now, they focused their targets on a small area, and at the center was the zombie.

The inexplicable pulling force made the zombie involuntarily lean forward a little, but soon, it stabilized itself, looked at Qian Xiaoyi with some anger, and said, "Young man, don't think you can save me at this level."

As it spoke, several of the ink lines on its body broke with a "thump thump" sound, and it seemed that it was about to break free from its restraints.

Jingle bell bell~~~
Qian Xiaoyi took out a copper bell and held a yellow talisman in his other hand. The crisp sound of the bell interrupted the zombie's movements. Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Sorry, I am an expert in dealing with zombies."

He muttered something, pinched the magic formula, threw the yellow talisman forward, and shouted: "Taishan Mansion Lord, hurry up and obey the order!"

The yellow talisman swelled up in the wind and quickly became huge. It flew towards the zombie and wrapped it up completely like a rice dumpling. It was wrapped tightly, but the monster inside could still be seen struggling hard.

"Let's go~" Qian Xiaoyi shouted in Chinese while ringing a copper bell in his hand.

Following the ringing of the bell and Qian Xiaoyi's command, the yellow rice dumpling suddenly jumped forward.

"It works!" Qian Xiaoyi was extremely happy, and he also sighed in his heart: "After coming here for so long, I finally met an enemy who matches my professional counterpart!"

Every time he rang the copper bell, the zombie wrapped in the talisman would jump and leap towards the Naihe Bridge. It was about to jump onto the thin paper bridge. The onlookers Lingnai and King Kong were even more nervous than Qian Xiaoyi, and their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

(End of this chapter)