The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 759: The Narrow Gate (30)

The black liquid continued to expand and spread with Qian Xiaoyi as the center, and the first to be affected was King Kong.

Kong, who had already lost his will to fight, knelt on the ground, holding his arms tightly, as fragile and helpless as a child. If one had to describe his current state, the subtitle of a work once used by the famous Japanese writer Dazai Osamu would be very appropriate - [I'm sorry for being born as a human being.]

King Kong was repenting for causing trouble to others and for using violence in such a sacred place under the gaze of God.

But the moment the black liquid spread to King Kong's body, an irritating pressure followed, interrupting his confession.

Many people have had this feeling. For example, when a student is playing with his phone lazily, he suddenly remembers that his paper or homework has not been completed, and then he plays with his phone even more nervously. Another example is when a writer is addicted to slacking off and suddenly realizes that he has not typed today's words, so he can only choose to continue slacking off under great pressure and wait until the deadline to start typing.

As this pressure continues to increase, it slowly turns into more serious situations such as "Today's work has not been completed yet, I have to work overtime", "My wife scolded me for being useless again and wants a divorce", "My children's tuition has not been settled yet, I can't be laid off by the company", "Someone in my family is sick and needs medical expenses", "I am unemployed in middle age and can only deliver takeout" and so on.

These pressures seem trivial and silent, but by the time people notice them, they have already piled up into a small mountain, pressing down on people and making it hard to breathe.

The same was true for King Kong. The inexplicable pressure constantly interfered with his thinking, leaving him no time to complain about himself. King Kong's mind was filled with irritability. His fists slowly clenched, and veins bulged on his forehead. After the pressure quickly accumulated to a certain level, King Kong jumped up in anger and exploded.

He roared, "It's so annoying! Can't I just be sad and alone for a while?"

The moment he roared, King Kong's consciousness returned to the surface of his body. When he opened his eyes, he saw the people around him and the enemy in front of him.

——He remembered! He was still in the battle, so he had no time to be sad!

“Although I don’t know what happened…” King Kong grinned, clenched his fists, looked at the angel on the altar with eyeballs all over his body, and said, “But now I really want to beat someone up!”

After seeing the pool of black liquid flowing under Qian Xiaoyi, the angel was so angry that he trembled all over. His eyes were full of bloodshot. He murmured, "What a blasphemy..."

The secular and dirty smell is incompatible with the entire church. Any believers who are contaminated by the liquid will lose their usual happy smiles and become panic-stricken and painful.

If entering this temple would make people forget worldly troubles, then now this completely opposite force would forcibly pull people back and make them face the pressure of life.

"Ah... Huojin God is working again." Xingba let the black mud seep out of his arm, and he felt the power in his body incredibly, and said, "And it's even more active."

Qian Xiaoyi said with a disgusting smile on his face, "Many people believe in religion to escape the pressure of reality and find spiritual sustenance, so I will pull them back! Although the power of the human-faced dog is disgusting, it is surprisingly restrained here...ah, no, it should be said that they are in a mutually restraining relationship, just like light and darkness, water and fire."

Not only did the star field recover, but Liuliyuan Hongming's abilities also slowly recovered. Although he was standing on the black liquid, his whole body radiated a gentle golden light, and he looked even more holy, like a lotus that emerged from the mud without being stained.

A strong black energy erupted from Fumu Yin's body, and the resentment that had been suppressed was finally released. The white-robed doctor, the black-robed fanatic... all kinds of phantoms with painful faces kept appearing behind him, baring their fangs and claws at the angel, like accomplices of a tiger.

Only Inuyama Heita looked like he wanted to vomit. He covered his chest and said, "I feel so uncomfortable... It makes me want to die."

A tangle of black lines involuntarily emerged from his body.

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "You are so naive, Heitaro. This is the pressure that adults usually feel." After spreading to a certain range, the pool of black liquid stopped spreading, as if it had reached its limit. Within this range, almost everything was stained with vulgar stains.

"Blasphemy! Disgusting!" the angel shouted angrily, "Go to hell with this power! Pagan!"

He flapped his wings covered with eyeballs, and a strong holy light gathered on him. With this sacred light, the angel rushed towards Qian Xiaoyi's position, as if facing a mortal enemy. He must destroy the source of such filthy and blasphemous power!

"This is the temple I built with great effort. You are not allowed to desecrate it!" the angel roared.

"Father!!!" Fu Muyin turned into black smoke and flew into the air, blocking the angel. He swung his sword forward with all his strength and cut the angel an inch away. He could no longer move forward, but more than a dozen black shadows jumped out from his black smoke and rushed towards the angel howling.

Although these minions screamed and began to melt after touching the holy light, they also successfully delayed the angels' attack.

"Fuki can't hold it alone, let's go too!" Hoshiba Rang looked at the battle between Fuki Yin and the angel in the sky, stretched out his hand, and shouted: "Yamata no Orochi, the God of Disaster!"

Behind Xingchang, the black mud transformed into an eight-headed snake covered in black mud. All its heads bit the angel and trapped him in the air.

Inuyama Heita shouted: "Go to hell!"

He raised his hand, and the black lines tangled together, turning into a spear, which stabbed at the angel and pierced him through!

"The protagonist always appears last! Let me deliver the final blow!" King Kong laughed loudly. He clenched his fists, and all the blood and energy in his body were concentrated on one point. His entire right fist slowly turned red, and then burst into a blazing light. He used the body of the Black Mud Yamata no Orochi as a stepping stone and rushed towards the angel in the sky.

"Take my punch!" King Kong roared.

This punch hit the angel hard!
"Beautiful! Hit it!" Inuyama Heita shouted excitedly.

As long as King Kong can hit someone with his full force, few people can withstand it.

Boom! The angel was knocked out by King Kong's fist and fell heavily on the altar, creating a big hole in the ground.

"Did it succeed?" King Kong landed on the ground, panting, and looked over there.

"There is no death here." said Fu Muyin.

The angel rose from the pit, and the holes on his body began to heal. Soon he was back to his original state. He looked down at the crowd and said, "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."

"Damn it!" King Kong cursed, "Isn't this the same as that big civet cat? Mr. Qian, what should we do now? Mr. Qian?"

At this time, he realized that Qian Xiaoyi didn't seem to attack with them at all. He turned around and finally found out what Qian Xiaoyi was doing.

(End of this chapter)