The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 817: Enemy in Honnoji Part 36 ()

At this time, no one else came to disturb them. Taoist Jingde walked up to Qian Xiaoyi, leaned over to look at Qian Xiaoyi's face, and sized him up, thinking: "You look a bit like Master Qian, and your last name is Qian, so what is your relationship with Master Qian? Could it be that he has a son?"

Before Qian Xiaoyi could answer, Taoist Jingde shook his head and said, "No, it shouldn't be. You should be his relative, or just happen to have the same surname. No woman would want to be with him because of his personality. And he has practiced Pure Yang Boy Kung Fu for decades, so he probably doesn't have that mind."

Qian Xiaoyi looked at him coldly.

Taoist Jingde simply sat cross-legged in front of Qian Xiaoyi, chatting casually, and said with a smile: "Haha, don't be silent, I finally got to show this face to others, and we are old friends, let's chat more, you don't know how I have been choking for these years pretending to be this old ghost. How about this, each of us asks a question in turn, how about it? I'm sure you have a lot of things you want to know?"

Qian Xiaoyi sneered: "What's the point of asking you? At this point, will you let me leave alive?"

"Is this your first question?" Taoist Jingde said with a smile, "Why not? Your plan has been scrapped and you can no longer pose a threat to me. Even if you expose my identity, you can't save anything. After today, the Exorcist Alliance will be disbanded, and Baigui will continue to develop steadily. You won't have so many allies to help you... Remember? When we first met."

"You mean, the time on the rooftop of WTV." Qian Xiaoyi said.

Taoist Jingde said, "Yes, I invited you at that time. I said at that time that seeing you reminded me of myself when I was young. We are both so smart and flexible. Even the way we do things is somewhat similar. So you are more like me than the old stubborn Mr. Qian... I admire you very much. My invitation at that time is still valid now. You can come and be my apprentice. After all, Mr. Qian's apprentice is no different from my apprentice. You should know how close Mr. Qian and I are, right? Consider it?"

Qian Xiaoyi was too lazy to play along and said, "Is this your first question? That's a good suggestion, so my answer is - NO, screw you."

Taoist Jingde was not angry but laughed: "I said you look like me when I was young!"

Then, Taoist Jingde looked at Qian Xiaoyi, his eyes sparkling as he said, "Let me guess. Master Qian didn't tell you anything about me. His personality wouldn't allow you to take risks. And from what happened with that idiot Shan Chenggong, you found out everything by yourself, not because anyone told you. Because, in reality, I'm already 'dead', and those people in the mainland can only treat me as if I don't exist, and they will even take the initiative to hide my information. After all..."

Qian Xiaoyi sneered: "After all, you were the leader of the cognitive school back then, right? Although you were not the founder, many of the theories of the cognitive school were proposed and improved by you. You were the leader of the cognitive school back then, but in the end you betrayed and ran away. This kind of ugly thing, everyone definitely doesn't want outsiders to know. But you are still afraid that they will send someone to find you, so you took over the body of this old man. With your current identity, if the official sends someone over, it will turn into a diplomatic incident."

"You see it clearly." Taoist Jingde smiled and said, "The Hundred Ghosts I founded have already taken root here, so I said that even if I let you go, you can't change anything."

"It's my turn to ask questions now." Qian Xiaoyi asked, "You are the source of the curse on Qijiao Zhengren and his elder brother, right?" Taoist Jingde asked with a smile, "How did you know that?"

His expression at this moment did not look like someone whose true identity had been discovered, but rather like an elder testing the abilities of a younger person.

Qian Xiaoyi said, "When I first met you, your physical condition was very poor, and later you fell into a coma because of the curse. I think that was not a fake, but your body, Nanajo Hiroshi himself, was cursing you. In the final analysis, from the perspective of the cognitive school, the real Jingde has long been dead, and you are now just a mentally disturbed old man who thinks he is the Jingde Taoist priest from across the sea... Hey, do you hear me? President Nanajo? Are you there?"

The rest of the words were spoken in Japanese. Taoist Jingde looked at Qian Xiaoyi calmly and said, "It's useless. He made a deal with me and gave in. Now this body belongs completely to me. I have to thank you very much for this."

"Nanjo Masato..." Qian Xiaoyi said, "The content of your deal is the only bloodline of the Nanjo family, right? You drove the only heir out and cleared the curse on yourself... You are really good at scheming. By the way... both Nanjo Masato and his elder brother are actually containers for you to transform the curse and spread it through blood. Nanjo Masato's elder brother actually doesn't have cancer at all, right?"

Taoist Jingde's smile grew wider and wider, until tears came out of his eyes. He said, "Hahahaha...finally someone noticed. It was not easy for me to hold back my laughter these years, and I had to pretend to be very sad. You guessed it right. Twenty years ago, I observed a woman named Terao Keiko for a long time. I studied a lot from her, and this is one of the results.

The old ghost Nanajo Hiroshi's consciousness is always messing with me, and he would rather kill himself than let me succeed. So in order to remove this curse, I asked the hospital to forge the physical examination results, so that Nanajo Hiroshi's eldest grandson would think he had cancer and accept treatment obediently. In fact... he has to exchange blood with me every once in a while... The blood of young people always makes me feel a lot younger~"

Qian Xiaoyi's face darkened. No wonder Nanajo Masato had only made a slight curse, while his elder brother was already lying on the hospital bed, like the source of a curse. This old guy was trying to stay alive by constantly transferring the curse on himself to people with similar blood.

"By the way." Taoist Jingde said with a smile: "Nanajo Masato's eldest brother was not the first container, but his father, that is, Nanajo Hiroshi's son."

Qian Xiaoyi looked at Jingde indifferently: "So Nanajo Masato's father didn't die suddenly of illness. You drew his blood and killed him. After that, his eldest brother couldn't hold on for much longer, so you called Nanajo Masato back from abroad last year as a spare container... I'm curious, if I hadn't intervened and these containers were used up, what would you have done?"

"What should I do?" Jingde spread his hands and said with great energy, "Didn't you see it? In my current state, I will live in the ghost realm. When the power of the hundred ghosts spreads all over Japan, I will achieve my ultimate goal - becoming an immortal. The goal that all Taoists dream of will be realized in me."

(End of this chapter)