The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 737: The Narrow Gate (8)

Qian Xiaoyi stopped and looked up, then put away the compass in his hand and looked at the scene in front of him.

He was in a large, simple room with many double-decker iron beds. There were no windows, so he couldn't see the sky outside. The only way to tell time was the round clock on the wall. The second hand was moving non-stop, and as it crossed the line, the hour hand pointed to six o'clock.

The ceiling light was suddenly turned on, and a man with a scar on his chin hit the iron bed next to the door with a pointer. The harsh and fierce sound rang out, waking up the children aged ten to teenagers on the bed.

"It's time to get up!" the man shouted, "Get dressed and wash up! Then go eat! Don't dawdle!"

The man had a face full of flesh, and the scar on his chin seemed particularly clear and impressive.

The children rubbed their eyes and got up from the bed. They were a little afraid of this tall man because his whip hurt a lot.

When getting up, a ten-year-old boy yawned and asked another boy of the same age on the lower floor:
"Ninety-nine, what day is it today? I miss my mom."

"It should be Friday. There are still two days until visiting day."

Qian Xiaoyi's eyes were fixed on Jiujiu.

Just as they were busy washing, a burst of fierce cursing and crying was heard.

"Seventy-six! I heard you being called by your original name just now! Haven't I told you the rules? Here, your names are your numbers! Bad boys like you must be punished. Follow me to the detention room! Everyone else, wash up and go have breakfast!"

The man holding the teaching stick grabbed a boy of about eleven or twelve and dragged him out forcibly. The other boys didn't dare to breathe and just did their own things silently, as if they didn't see anything.

Listening to the crying and shouting gradually fade away, Qian Xiaoyi's face was filled with contempt.

"Use numbers instead of names, block visits, and rebuild the children's sense of belonging..." Qian Xiaoyi sneered: "This is preparing for brainwashing, these bastards..."

The scene changed, and Qian Xiaoyi appeared in a canteen converted from a warehouse. In addition to the boys, girls also appeared here. There were also several supervisors standing by to patrol. The atmosphere was depressing, but the auntie in charge of serving food was smiling and looked amiable.

"Come one by one. There is chocolate milk today." The auntie who served the food smiled as she distributed bread and milk to the children.

However, no child dared to smile back at her.

"There's evil in the smile, gentle but not kind." Qian Xiaoyi shook his head: "Another disgusting one."

Qian Xiaoyi could tell the character of this organization just from these people.

The children in line finished their breakfast in silence.

After a while, the scarred man holding the teaching stick said, "Have you all finished your meal? It's time to go to class. Next, I will read out the new list of names in each classroom..." When the word "class" was mentioned, many children showed looks of fear. The scarred man read out the numbers and divided the children into four different classes.

As the numbers were read out one by one, Jiujiu was assigned to Class D, the last class.

They were led along a corridor with bare and dilapidated walls into a classroom. The windows of this classroom were tightly sealed. In addition to desks and chairs, there was also a projector. The whole classroom smelled musty.

A teacher with a blurry face came to the podium. Qian Xiaoyi was standing at the back of the classroom, and his expression didn't seem surprised. This meant that Heitaro didn't remember this person's appearance at all, and only vaguely remembered that there was such a person.

In fact, except for some prominent features on certain people, such as the disciplinarian's whip and scar, their faces are somewhat blurry.

"Children, do you know why you were assigned to this class?" The teacher said in an androgynous voice, "Some of you came here late, so you can't keep up with the learning progress, and some children... you simply don't have the talent. If you continue like this, you will disappoint your parents! Think about it, why did your parents spend so much effort to send you here? Isn't it for your life? The learning opportunities here are what many people dream of but can't get. You are very lucky..."

Qian Xiaoyi scratched his ears. For the old hands, this kind of talk was no different from farting, but for these kids, it worked very well. At least Heitaro could still remember these bullshit, and that was the evidence.

"...I have said enough." The teacher on the stage said: "Next, I will start showing the video. Everyone should watch it carefully. It is best to see every picture clearly and write it down. This is the key to whether you can unlock that power. Only when you can feel the invisible existence in this world will you have the opportunity to go further and gain powerful power. Only in this way can you realize your wishes and make your parents proud..."

The classroom became dark and the projector started working. Qian Xiaoyi leaned against the wall with his arms around his chest, watching the images on the projection screen with the children.

Then, he saw... a picture of Ukiyo-e, which was a picture of the decomposing process of a corpse. It kept changing on the projection screen. The details were so clear that many children showed frightened expressions.

"Nine Phases?" Qian Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes. This thing was created by monks in order to practice the [Contemplation of Impurity] after Buddhism was introduced to Japan. The meaning of the Contemplation of Impurity can be roughly summarized in one idiom - a rosy skull.

The Nine Phases Diagram fully describes the different processes of a corpse's changes over time after death. Its original intention was to allow monks to see through the world, eliminate desires, and purify the six senses.

However, they deliberately let children watch things that ordinary adults would find disgusting and frightening. I'm afraid the real purpose of these people is not to let the children practice.

"So, it's not to make the children overcome their fear of corpses..." Qian Xiaoyi saw through the truth: "It's to make them infected with fear... If the so-called saints and saints are selected from these children, then the first thing is to make them psychics and let them connect with those supernatural cognitions. However... it's too crude, this method is too crude!"

Qian Xiaoyi knew several methods of helping people open their eyes, some were cautious, some were radical, but all had corresponding means of protection and removal.

This method of directly using the accumulation of "fear" is no different from allowing people to be possessed by evil spirits. The probability of causing mental illness is much higher than normal eyesight.

But if we don't talk about human nature, this method also has its advantages, which is that it saves time and effort.

So this group of people simply treated these children as consumables. Those with psychic talents would stay, while those without the talent would probably be eliminated. As for what would happen after their eyes were forcibly opened, it was not within the consideration of this group of people.

(End of this chapter)