The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 814: Enemy in Honnoji Part 33 ()

"Ashiya, what are you doing! Hurry up and mobilize the cognition of the Yellow Spring House to fight against the Slit-mouthed Woman!" Ashin shouted, "Do you want to die here with this kid?"

Ashiya Yoshisuke was sweating profusely: "How could this happen? Huangquan House rejected my will! It shouldn't be like this. Xiaoju should not be able to be eliminated. As long as Kabukicho exists, she is immortal, and she can't be taken out of Huangquan House. But why can't I feel her? Qian Xiaoyi, what did you do to Xiaoju! "

"You did something to her, didn't you?" Qian Xiaoyi sneered, "You're amazing at helping a ghost, a concrete cognitive entity gathered from urban legends, change their fate. Ashiya Jisuke, I guess this is the deal you made with this guy, right? It's because you wanted your 'granddaughter' to come back so much that she inherited the personality of Xiaoju in your cognition! She's simply an angel, isn't she?"

"This is impossible! Xiaoju is such a well-behaved girl, how could she..."

Ashiya Yoshisuke's body slowly shrank, the alcohol began to dissipate from his body, and he turned back into the old man Qian Xiaoyi was familiar with.

He looked at Qian Xiaoyi pleadingly and said, "Please don't do this, you will destroy Huangquan House! If no one maintains it, Xiaoju will really disappear if this continues..."

Ah Xin also cursed: "What the hell is hidden in your body! Do you want to kill yourself too? You bastard!"

Qian Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Are you afraid too? You didn't look very proud just now..."

He was still talking when suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, a pair of sharp scissors pierced out of his chest. Qian Xiaoyi's skin was peeled off, revealing his bloody internal organs. The hand holding the scissors slowly cut open Qian Xiaoyi's skin, as if there was a person inside his body trying to crawl out.

"It hurts so much!" Qian Xiaoyi suppressed the pain with a distorted face.

"Stop! Don't let her out, please stop!" Ashiya Yoshisuke shouted in fear. If he could still control Yomiuri, if he hadn't been entangled, he wouldn't be afraid of the Slit-mouthed Woman at all. But the fact was that he had been entangled, and Yomiuri didn't respond to his call, so Ashiya Yoshisuke shouted: "Kill him!"

The shikigami all turned their heads and looked in the direction of the three people, then rushed towards Qian Xiaoyi.

Seeing this, King Kong shouted, "Are they all going over there? Should we go over and help Mr. Qian? He doesn't look very well."

"Don't go over there!" Xingchang Rang said, "Do you want to die? Stay here honestly."

"But those shikigami..." King Kong hesitated.

Xingchang Rang said: "Those things can't stop the Slit-Mouthed Woman at all. Their reputation may have been glorious in ancient times, but now, their power cannot compare to the Slit-Mouthed Woman who has absorbed the cognition of hundreds of millions of people..."

The Shikigami plunged back into the wave of black hair without hesitation, but like moths to a flame, once they hit it, the Shikigami were immediately swallowed up by the wave, which in turn stimulated the power of the Slit-mouthed Woman, making her even stronger, and her hair spread out like a tide.

Ah Xin's face turned pale. He tried to dissuade him, "Hey, kid, you came to Japan and this is how you learned this? To die together? Are you fucking crazy? Is this what Master Qian taught you?"

On Qian Xiaoyi's body, the slit-mouthed woman had already crawled out of his chest. Her eyes were full of Qian Xiaoyi, and her eyes were full of hatred. Axin and Ashiya Yoshisuke beside her were just incidental. The slit-mouthed woman hated all the living people who appeared in her eyes. Countless cognitions made up her current body. She was an existence made up of [fear], with no thoughts or emotions at all. Attacking her would only make her fight back with a stronger force.

So Ashin didn't move, like a person trapped in quicksand waiting to die. He knew he was sinking, but if he moved, he would only die faster and faster.

He said quickly: "Listen, kid, we are from the same school, we can cooperate. Have you seen the environment in Japan? This is a paradise for exorcists, a paradise for our cognitive school. As long as you can stop, I can give you a lot of things. The money that ordinary people can't earn in a hundred lifetimes is nothing in our eyes... Also, do you want to build a nest by yourself? I can help you, too. There is no need to joke with your life. You and I don't have such a big grudge..."

"Are you scared now?" Qian Xiaoyi endured the pain and laughed loudly. He said, "Do you think I'm crazy and want to die with you? Are you worthy? You are the only ones who will die!"

"What do you mean!" Ashiya Kichisuke asked, "The Slit-mouthed Woman is about to be released. You don't have the strength to seal her anymore, right? Even if we die, you will be the first to be killed...ah!"

Another pair of scissors pierced out of Ashiya Yoshisuke's body, and his skin bulged, as if countless scissors were crawling under his skin.

Ashin wasn't in a much better condition. More than a dozen scratches had slowly appeared on his skin, making him look miserable and bleeding.

"I can't seal the Slit-Mouthed Woman now, but what if I add others?" Qian Xiaoyi laughed. He coughed up blood foam and said, "There is a person who has been waiting for this moment for 19 years."

"You mean, Ruriin!" Ashiya Yoshisuke's eyes looked not far away, and at this moment, Ruriin Hiroaki happened to look at him.

Liuliyuan Hongming took out a small wooden box from his arms. He touched the box nostalgically, then opened it. A strand of wriggling hair appeared inside, seeming to echo the black waves.

He remembered the time when Qian Xiaoyi came to visit him. After hearing the facts of the cognitive school, he was in a trance for a moment, and then he finally remembered what his father brought back.

"You don't seem to be surprised by the theories of the cognitive school?" Qian Xiaoyi asked at the time: "Generally speaking, if people from the classical school believe in these theories, it is easy for their worldview to collapse, leading to a collapse of spiritual power."

"I don't know anything about spiritual power or anything like that." Liuliyuan Hongming said, "Before my father died, he just asked me to study the Buddhist scriptures well. He told me that those principles are the foundation of Mingguangliu, not the obsession of wanting to become stronger. Although it is contradictory, he told me that the more you want to achieve transcendence and pursue great freedom, the less you can get it. So whether it is practicing or becoming a spirit exorcist, you just need to do your best."

A monk who wants to become a Buddha cannot do so. This is also a kind of ego.

Looking at the lock of hair on the altar, Qian Xiaoyi said to him, "It seems that your father had already found a way to seal the Slit-Mouth Woman back then... Master Liuliyuan, I understand that you want to learn how to seal the Slit-Mouth Woman. But if I tell you that this method may make it impossible for you to recover your current strength and you will have to accompany the Slit-Mouth Woman day and night for the rest of your life, are you willing?"

Liuliyuan Hongming looked at the wooden box in his hand, smiled slightly, and murmured, "I couldn't ask for more."

Then, he touched the squirming hair in the wooden box with his fingers.

(End of this chapter)